Lust Quest (25 page)

“Jade,” she said, brushing my golden locks away from my burning face. Opening my eyes, I managed to smile at her as she stroked my cheek. Her face was flushed, wet with my juices of orgasm. She was so pretty, feminine, sensual ... My sex sheath spewing out my cream of orgasm as my vaginal muscles spasmed, my clitoris receding beneath its protective hood, I lay quivering on the sofa as Crystal sat beside me.

Stroking my protruding inner lips, she whispered words of lesbian lust in my ear as I slowly returned to my body. She loved me, wanted me, needed me ... I couldn’t think straight as she slipped a finger into the hot sheath of my fiery cunt. My 228

mind still floating, drifting, I said nothing as she nibbled the lobe of my ear. She loved me, wanted me, needed me ... Did she want me or my body? I wondered as she slipped her wet finger out of my tight cunt and sucked it clean.

“Are you all right?” she asked, driving her finger into my tight cunt again. I nodded as she massaged the creamy-wet walls of my vaginal sheath, inducing my girl milk to flow. Her finger sliding or of my sex duct and dragging my lubricious juices up my hot valley of desire, she encircled the nubble of my clitoris. I couldn’t come again, not yet, I knew as amazing sensations of sex rippled though my quivering womb. I had to rest before enduring another mind-blowing climax.

My clitoris swelling, fluttering beneath her caressing fingertip, I closed my eyes and parted my thighs. As my pleasure built, I pondered on Mog, imagined him watching my lesbian act. His young penis would stiffen as he watched Crystal finger my cunt and massage my clitoris. Would he wank? I wanted him to wank his fresh cock and spurt his spunk over my face. A facial. I wanted to be a cum-slut. Perhaps he’d bring his young friends to my flat. They’d stand around me, wanking their hard cocks. Their sperm would gush, jet through the air and splatter my face.

“Come for me,” Crystal murmured, locking her wet mouth to mine. Her tongue seeking mine, she massaged my clitoris faster. My orgasm erupting, my entire body shaking uncontrollably, she kissed me passionately as she took me to my sexual heaven again. On and on the waves of pure sexual bliss transmitted through my quivering pelvis, toying within my contracting womb. My orgasmic juices gushing 229

from my open cunt, wetting my inner thighs, running over the inflamed tissue of my bottom-hole, I shuddered and writhed in my coming.

Finally drifting back into my sated body, I lay trembling in her arms, her finger encircling the sensitive tip of my clitoris as I gasped for breath. Kissing me, she rose to he feet and left the room. Had she gone? I pondered. Was she coming back to bring out another orgasm? I wanted her. No, I wanted Mog. Where was Jackie. I was confused in the aftermath of my coming. The front door closed.

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or two days I did nothing other than write. Ignoring the phone and the doorbell, F I felt guilty for neglecting Jackie and Mog, but I had to work on the book. Mog would have wondered where I’d got to and no doubt Crystal had been trying to get hold of me. Jackie had probably realized that I was working and ... Working? I’d written about Crystal seducing a girl, making love to her, fingering the tight sheath of her young pussy and massaging her clitoris to orgasm. “Truth stranger than fiction,” I murmured as the phone rang. I glanced up at the clock. Half past four. I’d finished for the day. I could now communicate with the outside world.

“Jade, it’s David.”

“Oh,

hi.”

“We’re on, the publisher wants the book. I’ve put some stuff in the post for you. How’s it going?”

“Very well,” I replied, wondering when I’d get some money.

“They want another two books.”

“Really?”

“Is that OK? I mean, you can write another two, can’t you?”

“Of

course.”

“Good. They thought the sex amazing, as did I. Where the hell do you get the ideas from?”

“You’ve asked me that before,” I giggled.

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“When you came to my office, you said that you couldn’t write about spanking and anal sex and three men with one girl. You’ve done a bloody good job of it, I must say. What an imagination, you have.”

“Yes, it is rather good,” I murmured. Imagination, my foot.

“The papers I’ve sent you. Read through them and get them back to me as soon as you can, OK?”

“OK. David ...”

“Yes?”

“It

doesn’t

matter.”

“You’ll see that I’ve negotiated a deal. As soon as you’ve signed and returned to papers, I’ll get a cheque to you.”

“Oh,

right.”

“Synopses, Jade. I’ll need them this week, if that’s all right.”

“Yes, no problem.”

“You get back to work, young lady. I’ll be in touch.”

“OK. And, thanks.”

Money
, I pondered happily as I replaced the receiver.
And not before time.

Another two books? I was going to have to get some ideas together. Leaving my den, I wandered out into the back garden and sat on a patio chair. Gazing at the bushes, I pondered on my book. I’d written a scene where Crystal strikes up a lesbian relationship with an attractive girl. The sex is good, but Crystal wants more. The scene ends with Crystal naked, her body sexually tortured by her lesbian lover. Now that I’d written the scene, would it happen to Crystal Marshall? I wondered. I doubted it very much. Again wondering why Alan and Crystal were playing games with me, I 232

gave some thought to my next book. “Ghosts,” I murmured, focusing on the bushes at the end of the garden and wondering where the young girl had got to But ghosts and sex didn’t go together, did they?

The sun warming me, I wondered what to do that evening. The pub might be an idea, I mused. Ring Jackie and suggest having a drink. There again, Alan the ex might turn up, or Mog or ... Crystal Marshall would be wondering about me. I had to make a decision where she was concerned. Should I embark on a long-term lesbian relationship? I’d had so many sexual relationships that I didn’t know what I wanted.

I’d play it by ear, I decided as the phone rang.

“Where have you been?” Mog asked as I grabbed the kitchen phone.

“Sorry, I had to work,” I replied, my stomach somersaulting as I pictured his young penis, his swollen knob. “What are you doing this evening?”

“Nothing. Would you like to ...”

“Do you have any friends?” I asked, wishing I hadn’t.

“Of course I have. Why?”

“I ... Would you like to bring a couple of friends to my place this evening?” I was going mad, I was sure.

“What for? I mean, could bring some mates round, but ...”

“For sex,” I breathed, wondering what the hell I was playing at.

“Sex?” he echoed disbelievingly. “You want sex with me and some of my mates?”

“I’m writing a scene ...” I began shakily. “A girl is with these lads and ...”

“And you want to try it out?”

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“Yes. I mean ...”

“How

many?”

“What?”

“How many mates do you want me to bring?”

“Oh, er ... Two, three ... I don’t know.”

“I could bring half a dozen if you want.”

“Yes,” I said enthusiastically. “No ...”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Yes,

right.”

“Give me an hour, OK?”

“OK.”

Replacing the receiver, my stomach somersaulting, my hands trembling, I wondered what on earth I was doing. Six young lads? “God,” I breathed, my juices of desire seeping between the hairless lips of my pussy and soaking into my tight panties as I imagined six swollen knobs spunking over my face. Pacing the lounge floor while I waited in anticipation, I wondered what to do, how to begin the evening of debauched sex. Ask the lads to strip? Yes, have them standing naked before me. I’d examine their penises, move along the line and taste each purple knob. My panties dripping with pussy juice, I nervously fiddled with my long blonde hair. I shouldn’t have asked Mog to bring his friends, I reflected. The idea was ludicrous. What would they think of me? They’d think me a tart, a cum-slut. That’s what I was, wasn’t I?

“Yes?” I breathed, answering the phone.

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“Oh, you’re back in the land of the living,” Jackie sighed. “I do wish you’d let me know when you’re going on a writing bender.”

“Sorry,” I interrupted her. “I should have phoned you.”

“How’s it going?”

“Very

well.”

“What did Crystal Marshall want? Did you see her?”

“Yes, yes. She ... she just wanted to chat about writing.”

“It’s funny, her running off and the police thinking she’d been murdered.

Anyway, what are you up to this evening?”

“Er ... Working,” I lied. “I really must catch up with my work. Tomorrow, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“OK, I’ll ring you in the morning. Are you all right, Jade? You sound nervous.”

“I’m fine. Give me a call in the morning.”

“Right. Don’t work too hard. All work and no play ...”

“No, I won’t.”

The doorbell ringing, my heart leaped into my mouth. I couldn’t go ahead with this, I was sure as I walked through the hall. How many lads had Mog rounded up?

What were they expecting? They’d all know where I lived and word would get round that I was an easy lay, a slut. But this was research, wasn’t it? Who was I trying to fool? I pondered. Research? It was crude gratuitous sex, raw sex. Taking a deep breath, I finally opened the door.

“Hi,” Mog smiled.

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“Hi,” I breathed, counting the lads standing behind him. Six, including Mog.

“Er ... You’d better come in.” As they filed into the hall, I told them to go into the lounge. “If you’d all strip off,” I said, following them into the room.

“Jade ...” Mog began.

“I’ll be with you in a minute,” I smiled, moving to the door. “I want you completely naked. All of you, completely naked. All right?”

“OK,” Mog smiled. “If you’re sure this is what you want.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” I grinned, leaving the room.

Standing in the kitchen, I leaned on the worktop to steady my trembling body.

Was I sure? Far from it, I reflected, my stomach somersaulting again. I could hear the low murmurs of their voices and movements as they undressed. They’d be talking about me, asking Mog where he’d found the slag, where he’d pick the slut up. Never in a million years would I have dreamed that I’d be in this situation, Six young lads standing naked in my lounge, all expecting to have crude sex with me? What the hell had I done to my life? I pondered anxiously. David had started all this with his talk of erotic fiction. Or had it been Jackie revealing her sordid lesbian past? If she knew what I was doing ... Perhaps I should have invited her, I reflected. She’d have loved to play with six young cocks. No, they were my boys, all mine.

Should I strip off? I wondered. No, get the boys to strip me. They’d like that, removing my clothes and gazing at my breasts, my hairless cunt. What would they think? It didn’t matter what they thought. They were here for sex, nothing more, nothing less. What they thought of me was irrelevant. I was ready, I was sure as I stood in the hall and flattened my dress with my palms. The stage was set, and I was 236

ready to make my entrance. Ready to seduce six young men. Were they stiff? I wondered. Were they virgins?

“Right,” I smiled, entering the room. They were standing in a row by the fireplace, they penises half erect, their balls heavy and full. So young and fresh, I thought, sitting on the sofa and looking at their firm stomachs. Eyeing each cock in turn, I licked my lips. Had they pushed their hard cocks into girls’ pussies? I pondered. Had they ever been sucked to orgasm? My panties soaking up my flowing cunt milk, I focused on the openings in their foreskins. I’d tongue them, I decided. I’d pull their foreskins right back and expose their purple knobs. I’d lick around the rims of their knobs, tongue their slits to stiffen their young shafts.

“One by one, I want you to stand in front of me,” I said authoritatively, my clitoris swelling as I again imagined sucking their ripe knobs. “We’ll start with you.” I pointed at the young lad hovering at the end of the line. “Come on, I won’t bite you.”

Mog laughed as the lad moved forward. Bite? I might just do that, I mused as the young man stood before me. His penis slowly rising, I fondled his heavy balls, kneaded his sperm eggs. Did he wank? I wondered. Yes, he’d wank regularly. He’d picture naked girls and shoot his spunk. Had he ever seen a naked girl?

Pulling his foreskin back, exposing the full globe of his purple knob, I eyed his sperm slit. “Nice,” I breathed, cupping his balls and wanking his solid shaft. “Have you ever been sucked?” as I watched his glistening plum appear and disappear. He shook his head negatively as I leaned forward. “You’ll enjoy this,” I murmured, fully retracting his foreskin and licking the moist surface of his swollen glans. He tasted 237

salty, sexy. Perhaps he’d wanked that morning, I pondered, engulfing his knob in my wet mouth. Quivered as I sucked hard, he pushed his hips forward, pushing his knob deeper into my hot mouth.

“Oh,” he gasped as I continued to knead his full balls, running my wet tongue over his solid knob as he trembled in his rising arousal. Wanking his veined shaft, I breathed in the heady scent of his pubes as his penis twitched and swelled. He tasted of sex, smelled of sex, and I almost lost control of myself as I took his ballooning knob to the back of my throat and sank my teeth into his fleshy shaft. He was going to come, I knew as moved my head back, my wet lips hugging the rim of his glans.

Tonguing his sperm-slit, licking the velveteen surface of his glans, I gave him one last hard suck. Slipping his ballooning knob out of my mouth, I licked my salty lips. I didn’t want him coming yet.

“And the next one,” I said, my clitoris pulsating as another young lad stood before me. His penis rock-hard, standing proudly to attention above his heaving balls, he thrust his hips forward. The opening of his foreskin close to my lips, I took his hard cock into my mouth. Grabbing his warm shaft, my vaginal muscles spasming as my arousal heightened, I slowly pulled the loose skin covering his shaft down towards his balls. His foreskin retracting, his swollen knob emerging, the taste of sex filled my mouth as I ran my tongue over his sperm slit. Fully retracting his foreskin, I hugged his glans between my lips and worked my tongue round and round his beautiful knob.