Lust Quest (33 page)

“Get away,” I hissed at the lad as he gasped and shot out the last of his sperm.

Frowning, he moved aside as I grabbed the branch and grinned at Crystal. “So, you stole my book,” I said, stroking the erect teats of her rounded breasts with the rough leaves as the lad between her thighs gasped and pumped his sperm deep into her vaginal cavern. Her eyes widened, her bottom lip quivering as she realized that I knew everything. “Get away from her,” I growled at the young man spunking her cunt.

Done in his fucking, he rolled to one side and lay panting on the grass.

“No,” Crystal murmured. “I didn’t steal ...”

“You’re lying,” I spat. “You stole my book. You contacted the publisher and gave him your address.”

“But ... How do you know?” she gasped, the realization hitting her that she was about to be severely punished as I tapped her firm breasts with the branch.

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“I know everything, Crystal.” My studs gathered on the lawn and murmured to each other as I lashed the girl’s young breasts. “That was just for starters,” I grinned as she cried out. “Where’s Alan?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpered.

“What was the idea behind the girl in the bushes?”

“What

girl?”

I gave her milk glands another hard lash. “What was the idea behind the girl in the bush,” I repeated angrily.

“I don’t know anything about ...”

Another lash of her crimsoning breasts. “I can sit here and thrash you all night if I have to.”

“Jade, I know nothing about a girl.”

“Liar!”

Thrashing her mammary spheres, reddening the tight flesh of her young breasts, I lost control. Unable to stop myself, I moved down her naked body and thrashed the smooth flesh of her vulva, reddening her pussy lips, the mound of her hairless mons. Again and again I thrashed her, her screams resounding around the garden as her young body convulsed wildly. The branch swishing through the air, landing across the crimsoned flesh of her pussy, I halted the cruel beating when an idea struck me. Stuffing my panties into her mouth to silence her, I dashed into the kitchen. Returning with a tub of butter, I settled between her naked thighs.

“This will help me to get my fist up your arse,” I grinned, greasing the brown entrance to her rectum with a handful of butter. Her eyes wide as I smeared more 304

butter between the rise of her tensed buttocks, she shook her head from side to side and struggled to break free from her bonds. Driving two fingers into her tight anal channel, I ordered the boys to wank over her tits. Kneeling either side of her, four of them began wanking their beautiful cocks, their purple knobs repeatedly appearing and disappearing as they ran their hands up and down their solid shafts.

“You can all piss on her later,” I murmured, forcing half my hand past her tight rectal ring. Her delicate brown tissue stretched tautly around my hand as I drove deeper into her hot duct, I watched my knuckles slip past her anal inlet. I couldn’t believe that her tight arsehole had stretched to allow my fist into her rectum. Writhe and struggle as she did, she couldn’t halt the crude fisting, her brown tissue gripping my wrist as I flexed my fingers, stretching open her hot tube. Thrusting my free hand into the butter, I drove three fingers into the restricted sheath of her cunt. Lifting her head and gazing at the four cocks, her face grimacing as I managed to force my fist into the hot cavern of her vagina, she tried to spit the urine-soaked panties out of her mouth.

“It’s no good,” I laughed, fisting her sex squelching holes. “There’s no escape.” The boys gasping as they wanked, their spunk jetting from their deep-purple knobs and splattering the mounds of Crystal’s weal-lined breasts, I forced my fist deeper into the tight duct of her rectum. Jutting my buttocks out, I ordered one of the boys to push his cock deep into my cunt and fuck me. I was in my element, I knew as my skirt was lifted up over my back and I felt a bulbous knob slip between the swollen lips of my hairless pussy. This was sex in all its crudity, its glorious depravity. The knob gliding along my sex duct, pressing against the soft hardness of 305

my ripe cervix, I gasped as the young man grabbed my hips and began his fucking motions.

“Yes,” I murmured, my body jolting with the vaginal fucking as I watched the spunk flying through the air and raining over Crystal’s scarlet breasts. One of the lads pulling my wet panties out of the girl’s mouth and thrusting his knob to the back of her throat, I grinned. Arse-fisted, cunt-fisted, mouth-fucked, her tits spermed ... This was what crude sex was all about. The orbs of my naked buttocks repeatedly slapped by the lad’s lower belly, his balls pummelling my gaping vaginal lips, I shook uncontrollably as my clitoris exploded in orgasm.

Tremors of sex rippling through my contracting womb, I gasped as a finger slipped past my anal inlet and rove deep into my hot rectal tube. Opening my mouth wide as another lad’s cock hovered before my face, I sucked his knob to my back of my throat. My arse fingered, my cunt fucked, my mouth bloated with a huge cock, I fisted Crystal’s tightening sex holes as her mouth was fucked by a solid penis.

Shuddering in my sexual euphoria as my cunt filled with sperm, my mouth suddenly overflowing with the male liquid of orgasm, I became oblivious to my surroundings.

Floating on purple clouds, sparks of orgasm showering my mind, I drifted into a weird state of consciousness. Dizzy in my sexual euphoria, my mind blowing away on the wind of lust, I was only aware of my pulsating clitoris, floods of sperm, the heat surrounding my hands as I fisted Crystal’s lust sheaths. As my orgasm peaked, I felt as if I was swimming through swirling mists, gliding across the sky, soaring, diving. I thought I was dying as bright lights flashed around me, a streak of red, 306

flashes of blue. I never wanted to come down from my sexual paradise, forever winging through clouds of utopian bliss.

Distant screams echoed through my head, voices, murmurs and grunts.

Crystal’s cries resounding around the garden, I opened my eyes as I drifted back into my body. Sperm flooding down my chin as the swollen knob left my mouth, I dragged my fists out of Crystal’s sex holes. The penis withdrawing from my bloated cunt with a squelching sound, the finger leaving the inflamed duct of my rectum, I focused on the sperm hanging in long threads from the four knobs hovering above Crystal’s glowing breasts.

“Are you all right?” Mog asked as I rolled to one side and lay panting on the lawn.

“Yes,” I gasped, my head lolling from side to side, my eyes rolling in the aftermath of my heavenly coming.

“I think we’d better be going.”

“No, not yet,” I breathed, gazing up at the blue sky.

I could hear movements, low murmurs. My boys were leaving me, I knew as I shuddered. Sperm seeping between my vaginal lips, running down my cheek, I finally managed to sit upright and look about me. The boys were in the flat, dressing after their debauchery. Crystal lay trembling, rivers of sperm coursing down the mounds of her breasts, her face. Tugging on the metal hoops as the front door closed, I released her violated body and helped her to sit up.

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“What’s happening?” she asked, her eyes glazed as she looked about her.

“You’ve been fucked,” I smiled. “Literally fucked senseless.”

“God, I feel drunk with sex,” she breathed.

“I know the feeling. I think we’d better go inside.”

“Yes,” she whispered as she clambered to her feet and staggered towards the back door.

Following her into the lounge, we flopped onto the sofa, breathing heavily as we recovered. My hands sticky from the fisting, my sperm-bubbling vaginal sheath on fire, my anal duct inflamed, I knew that I couldn’t take one more cock, one more massive orgasm. Crystal appeared to be sleeping, and I wondered where we were going to go from here. She looked terrible. Her hair matted with sperm and urine, her breasts glowing a fire-red, her vulval flesh burning scarlet ... Had I over done it? I wondered, eyeing the sperm glistening on the mounds of her young breasts. No, I hadn’t, She deserved all she’d got.

She’d stolen my book, tricked me, lied to me ... I’d ring the publisher and explain. I’d have to finish the dirty book and get it posted to David. The thought hitting me that I was about to become a published author of romantic fiction, I pondered on the erotic novel. I’d have to use a pseudonym, I reflected. Keep the love and lust separate. Love? What was love? I knew that I’d never be capable of loving now that my life was a swamp of crude sex.

Wandering into the kitchen, I filled the kettle. Whatever became of my life, I was determined to enjoy it. It was funny, I mused. The massive change in me, in my 308

life, had come about because I’d started to write erotic fiction. If it hadn’t been for David, I’d never have talked to Jackie about sex. She would have carried on with her lesbian relationships, her orgies, and I’d have been none the wiser. I might have told Alan the ex to go to hell had it not been for my dirty book. I’d never have pulled his cock out and wanked him, not before I’d become interested in erotica.

Pouring the coffee, I wandered out to the patio and sat on a chair. The sun sinking below the trees, I gazed at the bushes at the end of the garden. How Alan had managed to trick me, I had no idea. He must have made a doll’s head or something, perhaps stuck it on the end of a pole and leaned over the fence. But the girl’s face had looked so real. I doubted that I’d see her again, not after Crystal had spoken to Alan, told him that I’d discovered their treachery.

There was no need to call the police in, I mused. Not unless Alan and Crystal decided not to cooperate. There was no way they’d get away with it, I again reflected.

The plan had been ridiculous, futile. It had probably been Alan’s idea. He’d always been jealous of me and must have thought that he’d get one over on me. Wondering how Jackie was getting on, I went into the kitchen and rang her. I doubted that she’d be home, unless she’d not managed to get hold of Alan.

“Oh,

you

are
there,” I said as she answered.

“It’s all done,” she giggled. “I met Alan for a drink and wanked him off under the table.”

“Yes, but did you learn anything?” I asked, trying to picture the lewd scene.

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“In the end, I asked him out right. He said that he knew nothing about your book. I believe him, although I’m not sure why.”

“He must have been involved,” I sighed.

“He said that he had no idea what Crystal was up to.”

“Why do you believe him?”

“Because he told me why Crystal ran away. Apparently, she was in trouble with one of her clients. You know she writes filthy stories for people?”

“Yes.”

“Well, she tried to blackmail a client. She said that she’d tell his wife that they’d been having an affair unless he paid her a grand. He told her where to go so she phoned his wife. She didn’t tell the woman that her husband had been cheating on her, but she did plant a seed of doubt. Anyway, the man went ballistic. He went to see Crystal and wrecked her bedroom. She did a runner and only returned when she realized that the police had been called in. She’s desperate for money, Jade. She has debts coming out of her ears and is prepared to do anything.”

“Including pinch my novel.”

“Yes.”

“She’s still here, sleeping in the lounge.”

“Shall I come round? We’ll sort her out once and for all.”

“I’ve already sorted her out.”

“What

happened?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“I want to know now.”

“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I want to speak to her.”

“OK, I’ll ring you first thing in the morning.”

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Replacing the receiver, I pondered on Alan and the girl in the bushes. Perhaps I’d been wrong and he hadn’t set it up. If that was the case, then who was the mysterious girl? And why had I written stuff that I didn’t recall writing? Hearing movements in the lounge, I went to see what she was up to. Lying full-length on the sofa, her bleary eyes looked up at me as I stood over her.

“Well?” I said. “What have you to say for yourself?”

“Jade, I ...”

“Don’t start lying, Crystal.”

“All right, I’ll tell you everything.” She sat up and brushed her matted hair away from her sperm-starched face. “I know David Stevens.”

“The literary agent?”

“Yes. I was talking to him about a book idea and he mentioned you. It was only in passing. He realized that we lived in the same town and wondered whether I knew you. He mentioned your romantic novel and ... Well, I thought it might be worth having a look at it. He said that he was going to have to turn it down and I wondered whether I might be able to help you do something with it.”

“So, why didn’t you?”

“I had some trouble with a client and had to go away for a while. Anyway, when I got back, Alan happened to mention you. He said that you’d cheated on him and had lied and ...”

“That sounds like Alan.”

“In view of what he told me, I decided against trying to help you.”

“And decided to steal my work.”

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“Yes, no ... Alan said something about you sending the book to a publisher. I rang a few publishers, saying that I was Jade Kimberly and asking whether my manuscript had been read. They all said that they’d never heard of me except one.

They loved the book and were about to write with an offer.”

“So you said that you’d moved and gave them your address.”

“Yes. I also said that Jade Kimberly was my pen name and I had decided to use my real name.”

“And the girl in the bushes?”

“A friend of yours mentioned her to Alan. I don’t know who it was, but it gave me an idea.”

“It must have been Angela or Jackie,” I murmured pensively.

“I decided to frighten you by saying that your flat was haunted. I suppose I thought you’d move and ...”

“How did you get in here to delete the book from the computer and steal the floppy disc?”