Lust Quest (9 page)

Closing my eyes as her finger slipped between my fleshy vaginal lips and drove deep into my hot pussy, I gasped. I shouldn't be doing this, I knew as she expertly massaged my drenched inner flesh. This wasn't right. But no one would know what I'd done in the privacy of my flat, I reflected. Privacy of my flat? Did that give me carte blanche to commit illicit sexual acts with anyone who visited me?
Take
what you can when you can.

The sensations driving me wild, I relaxed, allowing my thighs to part further.

I’d lost all control, I knew as I felt my womb contract and my juices bubble within my hot cunt. “God, that's nice” I breathed without thinking as she lifted my skirt up and buried her face between my thighs. The words weren't mine, they were Crystal's. “Oh, God. Don't stop.”

My sex juices and Alan's sperm squelching as she thrust her finger in and out of my tightening pussy, I tried to tell myself that I wasn't enjoying the lesbian encounter. This wasn't normal. I wasn't a lesbian. My womb quivering, rhythmically contracting, I couldn't deny the immense pleasure another girl was bringing me.

Would she want me to masturbate her? I pondered as my body shook uncontrollably.

Did I want to finger her pussy? Crystal wanted to tongue-fuck her sex-juiced cunt.

“Lick my cunt,” I whispered, clutching her head as she pushed her face against the swell of my girl-wet pussy lips. Slipping her finger out of my spasming vaginal 77

sheath, she ran her tongue up and down my naked sex valley. I could feel her wet tongue, licking, teasing, tantalising, tasting. Alan had licked me there, tried to make me come, but his tonguing had done nothing for me. He'd been rough, licking too hard in his desperation to take me to orgasm. I'd hated it, the sound of his wet tongue between my soft sex lips. But Jackie ... Jackie knew exactly what to do.

“Nice?” she asked, lapping at the sensitive pink flesh surrounding my vaginal entrance. Unable to answer, I breathed deeply as her tongue entered me, licked the creamy-wet walls of my burning cunt. Cunt. A battle still raging in my mind between Crystal and me, I tried to imagine that it was a man licking my cunt. I was Crystal, Jackie was a man. But the aroma of Jackie's perfume filling my nostrils, the feel of her silky-soft hair as I clutched her head, her feminine gasps as she mouthed and licked between my pussy lips ... There was no denying that a female tongue was darting in and out of my drenched cunt.

“Oh, God,” I murmured as she moved up my sex valley and licked the delicate flesh surrounding my solid clitoris. Teasing me, she worked her tongue around my solid pleasure spot, deliberately avoiding the sensitive tip as she took me closer to my orgasm. Holding me on the threshold, she slipped her fingers into my spasming cunt and massaged my G-spot. I was desperate to come, but she held me there, teetering on the verge of orgasm until I begged for the relief I craved.

“Please,” I cried, pushing my hips forward and grinding the inner flesh of my wet cunt hard against her pretty face. “Please, I need to come.” Sucking my clitoris into the heat of her wet mouth and licking the pulsating tip, she took me to an orgasm 78

so powerful that I felt as if my mind had left my body. My very being centring on my orgasming clitoris, I shuddered and writhed, wailing my pleasure as I floated through swirling purple clouds of sex far above my quivering body.

As she sustained my ecstasy, I floated through hues of pastel blues and greens, drifted into another world. The intensity of my pleasure increasing, silver sparks of orgasm exploded around me, flashes of brilliant white light bathed me. Again and again my pleasure peaked, sending bolts of euphoria through my blown mind. Finally drifting down into my shaking body as my pleasure subsided, I lay sagging on the sofa like a rag doll. Done in my illicit coming. Fucked, girl-fucked.

“God,” I whispered shakily as Jackie's slender fingers gently pistoned the burning sheath of my drenched cunt. My head lolling from side to side, my eyes rolling, I breathed heavily as her fingers finally slipped out of my lust duct. In a sexual daze, I gazed through my eyelashes at her grinning face. Her tongue licking her fingers, lapping up my orgasmic juices, I saw her lips moving. I couldn't hear her words. Still drifting, floating, I felt as if I was in a semiconscious state. One word wafted through the haze, and then another.

“Jade,” she said, shaking my shoulder. “Jade, are you all tight?” I managed to smile at her as she stroked my flushed cheek. Kissing my perspiring forehead, she pulled my skirt down and veiled the sex-matted blonde pubes of my fiery vulva.

“Jade,” she whispered again as I began to return to consciousness.

“I'm OK,” I murmured, dragging my sagging body upright. “I'm OK.”

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“I thought you'd passed out,” she smiled.

“So did I. I thought I was losing my mind.”

“Was it all right?”

“All right? God, Jackie, I've never ... never known anything like it.”

“Only a girl knows how to pleasure another girl,” she giggled. “What do men know?”

“Not a lot, it would seem.”

“So, are we going to join forces?”

“Jackie, I didn't want to ...”
Crystal wants to
. “No, she doesn't.”

“Who doesn't what?” Jackie frowned.

“Nothing. I was thinking aloud. It's not right to ...”

“Before you start harping on about lesbians, let's get one thing straight, Jade.

We are
not
lesbians.”

“What the hell are we, then?”

“Two girls having some fun, sexy fun.”

“OK, so what would we have to do to be classed as lesbians?”

“You do complicate things, don't you? Lesbians are ... All right, put it this way. A bloke wanks his mate. He's heterosexual, but he has a laugh and wanks his mate off. Does that make him gay?”

“Well,

yes.”

“Of course it doesn't.”

“If he wanks his mate, as you put it, every day, then surely ...”

“You're splitting hairs, Jade.”

“Am

I?”

“Yes, you are. Anyway, it's my turn.”

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“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean? After all I did to you, I'm really turned on and need to come.”

“No, Jackie. I ...” I squeezed my eyes shut as my mind seemed to speak to me.

Crystal would have jumped at the chance.
“This isn't what I want.”
Crystal wouldn't
have hesitated
. “I've already been feeling that I'm losing control of my mind. I sucked Alan from the pub and then Alan the ex. Now you've ... you've done things to me. I feel that I'm being dragged downstream and I've nothing to cling onto.”

“And what's downstream? Where are you being dragged to?”

“I don't know. The unknown, I suppose.”

Was this another chance in a lifetime? I knew there'd be other opportunities to indulge in lesbian sex with Jackie, but not opportunities like this. The time seemed right, the feel of the situation seemed right. Wondering what another girl's juices of arousal tasted like, I realized that my clitoris was swelling as I pondered on examining Jackie's intricate sex folds. After the immense pleasure she’d brought me, I owed it to her to reciprocate. My stomach somersaulting, I knew that I had to go for it. But something was holding me back. And Crystal was urging me on.

“Jackie, I can't,” I murmured as she stroked the smooth skin of my inner thigh.

“Want some help?” she smiled.

“What do you mean?”
Crystal wants Jackie
. “No ...”

“You're probably embarrassed, feeling a little shy. Add that to your crazy battle between what's right and wrong, normal and abnormal, and I reckon that you need some help.”

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As she raised her buttocks and pulled her panties down to her ankles, I shook my head. I so much wanted to taste her, to bring her as much pleasure as she'd brought me, but knew I couldn't do it.
You can do it
, my mind whispered. Kicking her shoes and panties across the room, she lifted her skirt up over her stomach and perched her naked buttocks over the edge of the cushion. As she spread her young thighs, I gazed at the sparse pubic hair covering the delicate rise of her mons.
Take
what you can when you can.
Focusing on her gaping vaginal valley, the pink protrusions of her inner sex lips, I took a deep breath and plucked up as much courage as I could.

Glancing at her pretty face as she closed her eyes, I knew that she was leaving me to my own devices. She wasn't going to interfere or tell me what to do. She was offering me her body to do with as I wished. It was up to me. What I did and how I did it was entirely up to me. No, it was up to Crystal.
Crystal doesn't exist, for fuck's
sake
, I tried to convince myself.

I didn't know what the hell was going on in my head as I began by parting the swollen lips of her pussy. Crystal was a figment of my imagination, she didn't exist.

And yet I could hear her voice in my mind, goading, urging. Jackie breathed deeply, her stomach jerkily rising and falling as I examined her most secret place. I wasn't in control of my actions as I parted the wings of her inner lips and ran my finger up and down her drenched sex groove. It wasn't my doing, I knew as I located the entrance to her vagina and thrust my finger deep inside her young cunt. But it
was
my doing. I couldn't blame a fictitious character for my wanton act of lesbianism.

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“God, you're beautiful,” I breathed, Crystal breathed. I didn't know where the thoughts, the uncharacteristic words, were coming from. I was in a dreamlike state, lucid and yet drifting out of control in a mist of confusion. My mind was sagging in a liquid flow of confusion. I could hear a voice in my head, a girl's voice. Wicked laughter, giggling. I felt that I was possessed as I fingered Jackie's tight pussy. The squelching of her copious vaginal juices resounded around the room, filling my ears, battering my mind.

“No,” I murmured, leaning over her thigh and burying my face between her legs. Breathing in the scent of her young sex, I pushed my tongue out and licked the hot folds of her wet cunt. Cunt. It wasn't my word, was it? Where had it come from?

Who was talking to me? Crystal didn't fucking exist! And yet she was there. Like a ghost lurking somewhere within the dark depths of my mind, she was there, goading me to commit crude acts of lesbian sex.

Jackie parted her young thighs further, opening the very centre of her young body to my inquisitive tongue. Her juices of lust flowed in torrents as I pushed my tongue deep into her fiery cunt. Cunt. Licking, sucking out her lubricious sex juices, I lost myself in my sexual delirium. I wanted more girl juice, more sex. Sliding off the sofa, I knelt on the floor between her feet and forced her long legs wide apart. She moved forward, her rounded buttocks clear of the cushion as she lay on the sofa in expectation.

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“Wider,” I whispered, parting her knees until her vaginal slit yawned, exposing the intricate inner flesh of her young cunt. Her sex hole exposed, I focused on her juices trickling from her inner sheath, running down between the firm moons of her naked buttocks. Pushing my face hard against her pinken flesh, I locked my mouth to her open love-hole and sucked out her sex cream. She quivered, trembled uncontrollably as I repeatedly swept my tongue up her open valley of desire. Her exposed clitoris swelling as my tongue ran over the solid tip of the small protrusion, she gasped and writhed, begging me to make her come.

“When I'm ready,” I murmured, sucking her clitoris into my wet mouth. I'd barely started, I mused. I'd tease her, take her close to her orgasm and hold her there, teetering on the brink. Her juices of lust would gush from her young cunt, flooding my face as I drank from her vaginal sheath. Again, she begged me for the release of orgasm, grabbing my head and trying to force me to concentrate on her ripe pleasure bud. No, I wasn't going to allow her the pleasure - yet.

Locking my wet mouth to her open lust hole again, I sucked hard. Her juices flowed, filling my mouth as she whimpered in her debased pleasure. Slipping a finger between the warm spheres of her buttocks, I teased the brown portal to her young bottom. This was wrong, I tried to convince myself.
This is love
, my mind whispered, Crystal whispered. “No,” I murmured, moving up Jackie's gaping vaginal crack and sucking on her pulsating clitoris.

“Yes,” she breathed as her body became rigid. She was there, I knew as her orgasmic juices gushed from her bared sex hole, flooding my face as I snaked my 84

tongue around her swollen pleasure spot. Massaging her anal inlet, I couldn't push my finger into her bottom. I desperately wanted to finger her tight duct, but couldn't bring myself to commit the vulgar act, the beautiful act. Her back arched, her stomach quivering, she gripped my head and gyrated her hips as I sustained her girl pleasure with my hot mouth, my sweeping tongue, my teasing finger.

At last, her trembling body began to calm as her orgasm subsided. Her eyes rolling, her nostrils flaring, she lay on the sofa with her legs wide apart, her open cunt forced against my girl-wet face. Panting for breath as she recovered, her eyes closed, she pushed my head away. I gazed at her open sexual centre as I sat back on my heels.

Her opaque juices of lust oozing from her bared sex hole, her clitoris receding beneath its protective pink hood, she finally closed her legs and dragged her young body up.

Smiling at her as she locked her eyes to mine, I hoped that I'd brought her as much pleasure as she'd brought me. I was pleased with my efforts, my expert clitoris sucking - but a tidal wave of guilt drowned me.

“You're good,” she murmured as I clambered to my feet. “Very good.”

“Jackie ...” I began, not knowing what to say.

“Don't. Whatever you're about to say, don't. I'll go now.”

“No, don't go.”