No Lust Lost (Vintage Erotic Novel) E-Book

Anju Quewea

• Herausgeber: Tera Bing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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No Lust Lost

CHAPTER ONEAs soon as I saw Beth standing by my car, I knew I was going to get laid. And the closer I got, the gladder I was.I felt pretty good that night. We'd won the football game against Sandhurst College by a score of 21-6 and clinched a place in one of the Bowl games. The weather, too, was invigorating. The wind was very crisp and dry, but not cold enough to freeze the water that was left in my hair from my post-game shower. The mud and the sweat of the game were, by then, well on their way to the river, and I could see that I was on my way to an orgasm or two. I don't know how I knew. I could just tell.To tell the truth, I hadn't expected to see her standing there. Often chicks caught me outside the locker room after the games and begged me to touch their hot little bodies, which I made it a point to do. This was the first time one had ever waited by my car, away from the rest of the action. As a rule, the girls were students from my own school or one of the others in town, with an occasional high-school bubble-gummer thrown in as a tidbit. I got. lots of pussy by simply standing still, but I tried not to get a swelled head about it. That particular class of fuck-for-glory chicks wanted only my name, not my cock; the former being, in my case, Rodney Linker, quarterback.I could tell immediately from the uniform she wore that the girl was from the Jason Maxwell School for Girls. The Maxwell girls didn't get to town very often. It was rare to see a group of them putzing around the town square or ogling the "latest fashions" at Wards, like most girls. They did, I remembered, come in groups for football games sometimes. The Maxwell school was a huge, Victorian-looking building that sat on the top of a brambly, thorny knoll. Only a true masochist would ever attempt to scale the slopes. It was like a prison. The only way to get to the school was on the road that wound up the west side of the hill. Between the bottom of the hill and the school building, though, the road was blocked with at least ten gates and guard posts, the gates electrified and about eighteen feet high with spikes on top of the bars, and the entire hill was surrounded at the bottom with a fence of the same size and characteristics. It was way out in the country on a very secluded road. All in all, the Maxwell school was a virtually impenetrable fortress.I don't know if this was done as much to keep the horny local underclassmen out as it was to keep the girls in. I'd heard from several people that the girls who went to the mysterious Maxwell school had all been in trouble, but had seen the error of their ways. I guess the fence prevented relapses. From the looks that the girls gave the boys on those rare occasions that they were out, I don't trunk that there was an ounce of repentance among the lot of them. They came into town for football games a lot, though, and I never saw one that looked bad at all-physically, anyway.