Lust Quest (13 page)

“Are you all right, Miss?” he asked.

“Yes. I was just looking at the cottage. I went to the same school as Crystal.”

“It's a sad affair,” he sighed. “So young and attractive. It makes you wonder what's gone wrong with society.”

“It does,” I agreed. “I didn't exactly know her, but I do remember her from school. I thought her parents were well off. Why she had to turn to ...”

“They moved to Australia when she was twelve. She lived here with her aunt.

In poverty, by all accounts. When the old lady passed on, Crystal turned her hand to writing.”

“Writing?” I echoed disbelievingly.

“She wrote several novels but they were never published. She finally ran out of money and ...”

“Her novels ... Are they in the cottage?”

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“Yes, but I can't let you see them. The girl might still be alive. If you have a vested interest, then ...”

“No, no,” I murmured. “It's all right.”

“Well, I'd better gat back.”

Jackie came bounding towards me as the policeman returned to the cottage.

Complaining that a house had been built where the haystack had once stood, she rambled on about her schooldays and how she'd had many a good times in the woods with Jenny Hardbrooke. Climbing into my car, I took little notice of her as I drove down the lane. I couldn't believe that Crystal had written novels. None of the recent events had been coincidental, that was certain. Crystal Marshall wanted something from me, but what?

Parking outside my flat, I asked Jackie in but she said that she had things to do. I was relieved in a way as I wanted to sit alone and think. The girl in the bushes intrigued me. She was about twelve-years-old, the very age Crystal had been when her parents had left her and gone to Australia. Why hadn't they taken her with them?

Why dump her on an old aunt?

Standing in the back garden, I decided to help Crystal with whatever it was she was trying to do. I didn't think that she wanted to hurt Alan. She wanted revenge, perhaps, but not to the point where she'd cause him harm. Did she want to live out her lesbian fantasies through me? Is that why I'd derived immense pleasure from licking Jackie to orgasm? Dashing into the kitchen, I rang Alan on his mobile and invited him round for the evening.

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“Are you going to tie me down?” he asked.

“Of course,” I giggled. “But, this time, I'll make you come. Not just once, though.”

“OK, I'll be there at seven,” he said enthusiastically. “At least you won't be able to shave my pubes off.”

“Not for a few weeks, I won't. Don't be late, will you?”

“Of course I won't.”

Phase one of the plan completed, I rang Jackie and invited her round. I didn't tell her what I had in mind, but made her promise to arrive at seven-thirty. I reckon that she knew something was going on because she asked me what she should wear. I rather liked her red microskirt, and we settled for that. She said she'd bring a bottle of wine and a little surprise for me. She’d always loved secrets.

I was in two minds as to whether or not I should invite Angela to my little gathering. Perhaps not, I concluded as I wandered into my den. She might not be the type to enjoy debauched sex. I had time to kill, and decided to work on my book. Or was it Crystal's book? I'd write for a few hours and then prepare the lounge for Alan's arrival. Ropes, carrots, the ruler ... Or a garden cane? I pondered. I was in the mood to write about sex, and hammered the keyboard for several hours.

His face beaming, Alan arrived at seven on the dot. Wasting no time, I had him stripped and his naked body spread-eagled on the lounge floor within minutes. I'd secured the lengths of washing line properly this time. There was no way he could 117

escape. He was a pathetic sight, and I couldn't help laughing at his hairless balls. He looked like a schoolboy with his milk-white pubic mound and naked scrotum. Pulling my girl-wet panties off, I stuffed them into his mouth and grinned at him. He seemed happy enough to be bound and gagged, I observed as his eyes smiled. Happy enough, for the time being.

Closing the lounge door, I hovered in the kitchen waiting for Jackie to arrive.

Of course, I'd have to explain why a naked man was tied to the lounge floor. God only knew what she'd think of me, but I didn't care. I was doing this for Crystal Marshall, wasn't I? Was she lurking in the bushes? I wondered, gazing out of the kitchen window. I couldn't see the young girl, and again wondered what she had to do with Crystal. If the girl was a ghost, which I still very much doubted, what was she doing lurking in the bushes? And how had she got there?

My thoughts turning to Jackie, I knew that she'd have no interest in why Alan was bound and gagged. She'd be only too delighted by the prospect of crude sex and dive straight in. It occurred to me that I might feel embarrassed. If we both played with Alan's dick, wanked him and watched his sperm shoot out of his knob, I was sure I'd turn scarlet. And what would Alan think of me for inviting Jackie to join in? On reflection, I didn't give a toss what he thought.

Jackie arrived on time, for a change, and I took her into the kitchen to explain what the evening was all about. The way she frowned at me when I announced that Alan the ex was ready and waiting for us, it was obvious that she didn't believe me.

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could hardly wait to get my hands on her beautiful body. How would I react with Alan watching me? I pondered. Licking and fingering Jackie's beautiful pussy while he watched ... I was thinking like a nymphomaniac. Was Crystal influencing me? I thought not as I eyed Jackie's shapely thighs. This was my thinking, I was sure.

“God,” Jackie gasped as I led her into the lounge. “I thought you were joking.”

“I never joke about sex,” I smiled, gazing at Alan as he frowned and pulled hopelessly on his bonds.

“He's ... he's shaved,” she breathed, holding her hand to her mouth. “How did you ... I mean, this just isn't like you, Jade.”

“Isn't

it?”

“No, it's not. God, how you've changed.”

“Don't worry about me. He's ready and waiting for you so dive in. You did want us to share a dick, didn't you?”

“Yes, but ... God, I never thought ...”

“Don't think, Jackie. What is it you're always telling me to do? Ah, yes. Have some fun.”

I started the ball rolling by grabbing a huge carrot from the table and settling between Alan's splayed thighs. The expression on his face was priceless as I parted his firm buttocks and exposed the brown ring of his bottom-hole to Jackie's wide eyes.

Easing the thin end of the vegetable into his tight brown hole, I felt wicked in the extreme. Alan grimaced and moaned through his nose as I forced the carrot deeper into his anal duct. But this was nothing, I mused. The fun had barely begun.

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Jackie sat on the sofa gasping as she focused on the carrot, staring in disbelief as I forced the orange shaft deeper into his rectum. His penis didn't stiffen, which was disappointing. I supposed he was too embarrassed to have an erection. And I'd thought that I'd be swamped with embarrassment, I reflected, twisting the carrot. He'd soon overcome his humiliation and his cock would rise to the occasion.

It wasn't long before Jackie settled on the floor beside Alan and started fiddling with his limp dick. Pulling his foreskin right back, she leaned over and sucked his purple knob into her mouth. Pistoning his rectum with the carrot, I watched his naked balls jerk as she sucked and wanked his stiffening cock. Bobbing her head up and down, she was obviously desperate for his sperm. I'd allow him some pleasure, but I didn't want him to come. He was going to have to wait a long time for the release of orgasm, for the spurting of his sperm.

Parting his buttocks as wide as I could, I gazed at the delicate brown tissue of his bottom-hole stretched tautly around the massive carrot. Imagining that this was a girl's bottom and the carrot a penis, I took mental notes. The once wrinkled tissue of his anus was now smooth and paler in colour. As I withdrew the carrot, his anal ring clung to the vegetable, as if being sucked out of his anal canal. Pushing the dildo into his rectum, the brown tissue looked as if it was being drawn into his body. This was what I'd needed to experience, I reflected. But this was only the beginning.

“Not yet,” I said as Jackie fervently wanked and sucked his rock-hard penis.

“We don't want him to come yet.” Releasing Alan's cock, she smiled as she gazed at my knickerless pussy. Sitting cross-legged, I'd not deliberately exhibited all I had. I'd 120

genuinely forgotten that I'd taken my panties off. Her wide eyes locked to my gaping vaginal crack, she reached out and stroked my swollen outer lips. I spied the tight material of her panties and she lifted her thigh. I wanted her tongue inside my cunt, tasting, licking, teasing. I wanted to tongue-fuck her wet cunt.

As she reclined on the floor and lifted her buttocks, I watched her pull her panties down her long legs and toss them across the room. The crack of her vagina was drenched, running with her creamy girl-juice. My mouth watering as I imagined sucking out her juices of lust, I frowned as she straddled Alan's naked body. Her gaping vaginal valley hovering above his erect penis, I lay on the floor between his thighs to watch his cock enter her young cunt. More experience, I mused as she grabbed his cock and pressed his swollen knob between the dripping inner petals of her pussy. Only inches away from the penetration, I focused on his veined shaft as she lowered her trembling body and completely impaled herself on his solid penis.

Jackie's swollen outer lips pressing against his hairless balls, I gazed in awe at the brown ring of her succulent bottom-hole. Would she like to have one of my carrots pushed into her bum? I wondered. Feeling decadent, I stood up and pulled my skirt off. Wicked ideas swirled around my confused mind as I looked at Alan. His eyes catching mine as I stood with my feet either side of his head, he must have again wondered what on earth had changed me from a prude into a rampant nymphomaniac.

Squatting, my vaginal crack stretching wide open only inches above Alan's face, I smiled at Jackie. She leaned forward and locked her full red lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Another first, I thought as her tongue entered my mouth, seeking my 121

tongue as she breathed heavily through her nose. I was learning fast. I'd loved to have pulled the gag out of Alan's mouth and forced my hot cuntal flesh hard against his face, but I wanted him to remain silent for the time being.

As Jackie moved back and bounced up and down on Alan's erect penis, I felt an overwhelming desire to commit an act so vile that I shuddered. It was one thing to have Jackie join in with Alan me, but there were limits. Standing up, I left the room and went to the kitchen to try and clear my head. I could hear Jackie gasping as she fucked my ex-boyfriend, and I began to realize that I was turning my flat into a den of iniquity. Again, I felt an urge to commit a vile act. The terrible notion crashing around the wreckage of my confused mind, I knew that Crystal was near by.

“I won't do it,” I murmured, leaning on the table to steady my trembling body.

My head spinning, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Through the mist of my mind, I saw a naked girl, her arms outstretched, her face contorted with anguish. It was like a dream, a nightmare. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. Hearing Jackie's orgasmic cries somewhere in the distance, I finally managed to break out of my strange mental state and look about me.

Unbuttoning my blouse, I slipped it over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Releasing my bra, my firm breasts tumbling out of the silk cups, I watched my nipples grow and stand proud from the chestnut discs of my areolae. I was ready, I knew as I made my way to the lounge. I had to commit the vulgar act. Jackie was sitting on the floor, gasping after her orgasm. Alan's cock was limp, a blend of sperm and girl juice glistening on his shaft, running over his naked balls.

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“Where did you get to?” Jackie asked as I squatted over Alan's face. Leaning over his tethered body, I licked the blend of sperm and Jackie's orgasmic juices from the shaft of his flaccid penis. Lapping up the creamy cocktail of sex from his naked balls, I projected my rounded buttocks, exposing my anal entrance to my victim. He'd be gazing at my anus, I knew as his penis rolled towards his stomach and began to inflate. When I was ready, I'd commit the vile act.

“Jade,” Jackie murmured. “Are you all right?” Remaining silent, I sucked the swollen knob of Alan's wet cock into my mouth and ran my tongue around his salty globe. His balls rolled, his cock stiffening fully as I lowered my head and took his ballooning glans to the back of my throat. Reaching behind my thighs, I sank my fingers into my drenched vaginal crack and yanked the swollen lips of my pussy wide apart. Alan would be gazing longingly at my inner folds, the bared entrance to my hot vagina. I was ready.

“Jade!” Jackie cried as she settled behind me. “What the hell are you doing?” I could hear the splashing as Alan's body writhed beneath me. His face, his hair ... He'd be drenched, I knew as I relaxed my muscles and showered him with the hot liquid. “I can't believe you're doing this!” Jackie wailed. The panties stuffed into Alan's mouth would soak up the rain. He'd taste it as the liquid permeated the gag and trickled into his mouth. He'd taste my golden rain.

Alan obviously had no complaints, I mused as his penis swelled and twitched within my hot mouth. Moaning through his nose, his body becoming rigid as my 123

golden flow began to stem, he pumped his sperm into my mouth. Fervently sucking and licking his bulbous knob, I swallowed his orgasmic cream as he writhed in ecstasy beneath me. I could hear Jackie's little gasps as my golden liquid dribbled from my gaping cunt, splattering Alan's face as he continued to pump his sperm into my gobbling mouth.