Lust Quest (34 page)

“I

didn’t.”

“Someone

did.”

“It wasn’t me, Jade. To be honest, it didn’t occur to me that you’d have the book on your computer. I hadn’t really thought things out properly. I was hoping that you’d move and not realize that your book had been published. I was going to give it another title and probably use a pseudonym. I realize now that it was a ridiculous idea. I was desperate for cash and ...”

“What about all this business about my writing influencing you?”

“That’s true, Jade. Believe it or not, but it’s true. Do you mind if I go and get my clothes?”

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“No, of course not.”

Gazing out of the lounge window as she left the room, I pondered on the events. It didn’t matter whether Alan was involved or not. All that mattered was that the book was published in my name, and I was recognized as the author. Ghosts, my writing influencing Crystal ... None of it mattered. I was about to become a published author of romantic fiction. And erotic fiction. Hearing the front door close, I watched Crystal walk down the path. She’d be in touch, I knew as I went to my bedroom to have a lie down. She’d be back for sex.

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he following day I rang the publisher and said that I’d moved back into my old T place. There was no point in going through lengthy explanations about Crystal trying to steal my work. As long as they knew that I was the author of the manuscript, and the cheques came to me, I really didn’t care. I arranged to go to London and see them after they mentioned the advance, a sum that would give me financial security for quite some time.

Feeling confident, I decided to pop into town later in the day and do some shopping,
free
shopping. Another pair of boots would be nice, and a portable radio for my den. First things first, I mused, ringing David. I didn’t mention the romantic novel as I wasn’t the type to say,
I told you so
. He was keen on the dirty books, asking whether I’d sent him the synopses and had the contract arrived. Answering yes to the first question and no to the second, I knew that I’d have to come up with some ideas before long. Now the problems had been sorted out, I was free to work. Apart from the problem of the girl in the bushes. And the strange phenomenon of Crystal Marshall being influenced by my writing. Not that it was really a problem because it didn’t affect me.

I worked on the dirty book for a few hours and then wandered out into the garden with a cup of coffee. The metal hoops and the branch were lying on the lawn along with the tub of butter, stark reminders of my sexual debauchery. I was lucky to have a secluded garden, I reflected. It was another hot day, the sun beating down on me from a clear blue sky. Pulling my dress over my head, I ran my hands over the 314

mounds and crevices of my naked body. I felt comfortable without clothes, and extremely sexual. Tracing the contours of my hairless vaginal lips, running my finger up and down my wetting sex crack, I shuddered. I felt my clitoris, hard in its arousal, yearning for the intimate caress of my fingers. I needed to come. Wondering why Jackie hadn’t phoned, I stepped into the kitchen. I wanted sex with her, to feel her wet tongue running up and down my yawning valley of desire, her fingers slipping into the drenched sheath of my pussy. Grabbing the receiver as my clitoris pulsated in expectation, I dialled her number. There was no reply, and I wondered whether she was on her way to see me.

Wandering out into the garden again, I gazed at the bushes. I’d ignore the young girl if she appeared. Whether she was a being from another world or a doll’s head on the end of a pole, it didn’t really matter. Nothing mattered apart from my writing, and insatiable my clitoris. A good sex life and a brilliant career with plenty of money ... What more could a girl ask for?

Walking across the lawn, I stood before the bushes, the rough leaves brushing the sensitive teats of my breasts as I swayed from side to side. I felt alive with sex as I moved forward, the branches scratching the firm mounds of my milk glands, grazing my erect nipples. My naked body was a temple of pleasure, my mounds and crevices designed solely to bring me sexual elation. My orifices were designed to bring others immense pleasure, to satisfy the base desires of men and women. My mouth, my vaginal sheath, the tight duct of my rectum ... I was a goddess of sex.

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Snapping a branch off the bush, I ran it between my thighs, the sharp leaves scraping the swell of my sex pads, raking the delicate wings of my protruding inner lips. Reaching behind my back, I gently whipped the rounded mounds of my naked buttocks, the heavenly sensations permeating my anal spheres as I gasped in my self-loving - my self-abuse. Cupping my breast with my free hand, I lowered my head and sucked my erect nipple into my wet mouth. Sinking my teeth into the sensitive protrusion, I whipped my naked buttocks harder, the firm cheeks of my bottom stinging delightfully as I thrashed myself in my rising decadence.

Halting my punishment, I looked about the garden. I needed something, something to bring me immense pain and pleasure. My mind awash with depraved thoughts, I eyed the holly bush by the fence. Carefully snapping a leaf off the bush, the sharp points pricking my fingers, I leaned over and parted my naked buttocks.

Tentatively placing the prickly leaf in the deep ravine between my stinging bottom orbs, I slowly released my buttocks and stood upright. The sharp points digging into the sensitive flesh of my anal valley, pricking the delicate brown tissue surrounding my abused bottom-hole, I grimaced as I walked across the lawn to the patio.

“God,” I sighed, the pain bringing me exquisite pleasure as I grabbed my dress and stepped into the kitchen. I couldn’t believe the depths of my depravity as I placed the branch on the worktop. What else I’d do to my once graceful feminine form in the name of cold lust, I dreaded to think. Slipping my dress over my head and veiling my abused body as the doorbell rang, I hid the branch in the cupboard and wandered through the hall. Wondering whether Crystal had decided to call for another session of debauched sex, I smiled as I opened the door to find Jackie standing on the step.

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“Are you all right?” she asked as I grimaced. “You look as though you’re in pain.”

“No, I’m fine,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Come through and I’ll fill the kettle.”

“It’s hot again,” she sighed, closing the door and following me through the hall. “Too bloody hot for my liking. So, what’s the latest? How did you sort Crystal out?”

“I don’t think I’d better go into that,” I grinned. “Suffice to say she’ll think twice before crossing me again. So, you believed Alan?”

“Yes, I did. As I said on the phone, Crystal had some trouble with a client, and she’s heavily in debt. Alan wasn’t in on the scam, I’m sure of it. Have you heard from him?”

“No, I haven’t. I’ve heard nothing from musician Alan, either. God knows where he’s got to.”

“There are plenty more fish in the sea, Jade. How’s that young boy you were sexually abusing?”

“I wasn’t sexually abusing him,” I returned, frowning at her.

“No, right,” she laughed. “Of course you weren’t.”

“I haven’t seen him recently,” I lied as I poured the coffee. “I thought he might have been in touch but ... Ouch!” I cried as the holly leaf reminded me that it was between my buttocks by pricking my sensitive brown tissue.

“What’s the matter? Are you OK?”

“Yes, I ... I had a pain in my stomach. I think it must have been something I’ve eaten.”

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“A cock?” she giggled. “Have you been eating cock?”

“No, I’ve been working on my book.”

“You’re going to have a lot of money what with this romantic novel being published.”

“I certainly am. I’m going up to London to see the publisher. They’re sending me the contract and ...”

“Are you still going to write dirt?”

“Erotic fiction, yes. I’ll use a pseudonym for that.”

“Good idea. How about Jade Edmons?”

“Jade Edmons? That doesn’t sound ...”

“Jaded mons, get it?”

“Very funny, Jackie. No, I’ll use something like Venus Flower.”

“That’s crap, Jade. Venus Flower, for goodness sake. Talk about contrived.”

“I’ll think of something. Talking of names, I’ve set up a new email address.”

“Oh?”

“Girljuice at Hotmail dot com.”

“Girljuice?” she laughed.

“Why not? It rolls of the tongue quite nicely.”

“So does girl juice,” she smiled, licking her lips provocatively. “Shall we sit in the garden?”

“OK, I’ll bring the coffee out.”

As she stepped onto the patio, I slipped my hand up my dress and pushed the holly leaf deeper into my anal crevice. The prickles digging into the brown flesh encircling the entrance to my rectal sheath, I gasped. If Jackie knew what I was up to, 318

she‘d think me a nymphomaniac. Perhaps I was, I pondered, recalling the six young lads, their beautiful cocks, their bulbous knobs shooting spunk over the crimsoned flesh of Crystal’s thrashed breasts. It was time they attended my naked body again, I decided.

“What’s that tub of butter doing on the lawn?” Jackie asked as I took the coffee out.

“Oh, I ... I was going to put it in the dustbin and dropped it. There’s your coffee.”

“Thanks. Metal hoops, a hammer, a branch ... What have you been up to out here?”

“Er ... Clearing out the shed.”

“You haven’t got a shed.”

“I mean ... Jackie, do you feel horny?”

“Horny? I always feel horny, you should know that. Why do you ask?”

“Because the hot weather makes me horny. I just thought you might like to ...”

“Have sex?” she grinned, tugging her short skirt up her shapely thighs.

“Yes,” I smiled, eyeing the pussy lip-bulged material of her tight red panties.

“What sort of sex? Cunny-tonguing? Bum-fingering? Or how about ...”

“You are crude,” I sighed, sipping my coffee.

“
Me
?” she cried, her sparkling eyes reflecting an inner lesbian desire. “You can talk.”

“Yes, well ...”

“God, how you’ve changed in the last couple of weeks. Never in my wildest sex dreams did I think that you’d be asking me to have sex with you. Mind you, I’ve 319

always looked at you with sex in mind. You didn’t have a clue what my naughty thoughts were. When we used to go shopping and you’d try on dresses, I’d gaze longingly at your straining bra, your swelling panties. And now ... Well, now here you are asking me to have sex with you.”

“Did you really think that when we were trying clothes on?”

“I thought a lot more than that,” she laughed.

“I’m going to take my dress off,” I murmured, pulling the garment over my head. “It’s too hot to wear clothes.”

“Bloody hell, Jade,” she cried as I revealed my curvaceous young body.

“What have you done to your ...”

“I thrashed myself,” I replied, turning and displaying my crimsoned buttocks.

“I thrashed my tits, my pussy and my bum. What do you think?”

“God,

you

have
changed. You’re nothing like the Jade I used to know. You’re

...”

“Take a look at this,” I said huskily. Bending over, I yanked the warm spheres of my buttocks apart. “What do you think of that?”

“A ... a holly leaf?” she gasped. “God, look what it’s done to your bum.”

“It’s wonderful,” I said, standing up and grimacing with the beautiful pain. “It pricks my bottom-hole as I walk about. You should try it.”

“Pricks your bottom-hole!” she shrieked. “I wouldn’t mind having my bottom-hole pricked,
and
well spunked. God, look at the state of your body, Jade. It’s scratched and sore and ...”

“Are you going to talk about my body or use it for sex?”

“Come here,” she whispered huskily, beckoning me to her chair.

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Standing before her with my feet wide apart, I tossed my head back as she leaned forward and licked the full length of my inflamed girl slit. Her wet tongue teasing my protruding inner petals, her hot breath tantalising the soft flesh of my weal-lined mons, I breathed heavily in my heightening arousal. It was amazing to think that, only two weeks previously, there’d been a battle raging in my mind between right and wrong. Right and wrong, moral and immoral ... All I wanted now was lesbian sex, crude and debased lesbian sex in all its depraved glory.

“Suck my clitoris,” I murmured, closing my eyes as her fingertips parted the swollen hillocks either side of my milk-drenched girl slit. Her tongue encircling my erect protrusion of love, I shuddered as sensations of pure sexual bliss rolled through my contracting womb. As her slender finger delved into the velvety-wet sheath of my hot cunt and massaged my inner flesh, I whimpered in my incredible lesbian arousal.

The needles of the holly leaf stabbing my brown anal flesh, sending delightful ripples of pain and pleasure into my rectal tube, I squeezed my mammary spheres as hard as I could. My nipples inflating as I kneaded the firm flesh of my young tits, my whole body tingled with sexual pleasure as Jackie thrust a second finger deep into the tightening shaft of my drenched cunt.

“I need to come,” I murmured as her wet tongue repeatedly swept over the pulsating tip of my ballooning pleasure bud. “God, I need to come.” Sucking my swollen clitoris into her pretty mouth, she continued to tongue the sensitive tip, sending wondrous preorgasmic tremors through my quivering pelvis. Again and again she snaked her tongue around the nublette of my passion spot, taking me closer to the explosion of orgasm I so craved. A third finger driving into the silken sheath of my 321

contracting cunt, I released my rounded breasts and clung to her head as my body began to sag.

“Yes!” I cried as my clitoris erupted in orgasm, my hot cunt milk spewing over her thrusting hand, gushing in rivers down my twitching thighs as shockwaves of sheer sexual ecstasy rocked my young body. On and on my pleasure rolled, my mind blowing away as I seemed to leave my body and float up to my sexual heaven.