Lust Quest (36 page)

Closing the bedroom door, I cursed as the phone rang. I didn’t need any interruptions, unless it was Crystal asking whether she could come round. Now that would have made my little gathering complete. Crystal and Angie staked to the lawn, and Jackie ... Three beautifully wet girl cracks to lick, I thought in my wickedness as the doorbell rang. Mog and gang were gathered on the path, their faces beaming as they gazed at my naked thighs. Not knowing what to do, I told them to go out into the garden. Alan in the bedroom, Angela in the lounge, Jackie on the patio ... What a bloody mess this was, I thoughts as I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the phone.

“Jade, there’s been a development,” David announced excitedly.

“Go on,” I replied, gazing out of the window and watching the boys surrounding Jackie as she slept in the chair.

“I have two publishers fighting over your book.”

“Fighting?”

I

echoed.

“There’ll be an auction, by the look of it.”

“For a dirty book?” I breathed disbelievingly.

“It’s the character, the storyline that’s caused all the interest. You’ve done a brilliant job.”

“So, what happens next?”

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“You get those synopses to me asap, and more. Whatever it is you’re doing, stop it and get to work.”

“I am working,” I returned. “Research work.”

“That’s great. Research? How do you research a dirty book?”

“By ... That’s a trade secret.”

“Oh, right. I’ll ring you tomorrow, OK?”

“Yes, yes that’s fine.”

“Work, my girl - work!”

Replacing the receiver as Angela wandered into the kitchen asking for a nighty, I sighed as Alan appeared in the doorway completely naked. His penis erect, his purple knob ballooning, I shook by head as Jackie cried out. Mog entering the kitchen with his rock-hard penis waving from side to side, my guests gasping and frowning at each other, I grinned and invited everyone out into the garden.

“What the hell’s going on?” Angela asked, following me onto the patio.

“Jade, I thought ...” Alan began.

“All be quiet,” I said, eyeing the naked group, their beautiful cocks, their girlie slits. “We’re having a party to celebrate the publication of my book. Angela, it’s a naked party so get your panties and bra off.”

“But

...”

“I’ll go and grab a few bottles of wine and get out of my dress, and the party will begin.”

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Leaving them to chat among themselves, which they did without hesitation, I went back into the kitchen. Watching them through the window, I smiled. They were laughing and joking, obviously getting on well even though they were all naked.

Angela had slipped her bra and panties off, which surprised me. There again, Alan was talking to her, probably chatting her up and lying, as was his wont. This was going to be an interesting evening, I mused, slipping my dress over my head and running my hands over the mounds of my firm breasts.

I’d done it, the transition was complete. From strait-laced prude to whorish nymphomaniac, I had turned. Gazing out of the window again, I frowned. The young girl was peering through the bushes. Her expression reflecting torment, she appeared to be anguished. It wasn’t a doll’s head on the end of a pole, I knew. And I instinctively knew that she wasn’t of this world.
I’ll help write the books.
Turning, I thought someone behind me had spoken, but there was no one there. The words had been in my head, drifting through my mind. Looking at the bushes again, the girl smiled and then disappeared.

“Are you coming?” Mog asked, stepping into the kitchen. “Excuse the pun.”

“Yes, I’ll be right with you,” I replied as he eyed the mounds of my breasts, my elongated milk teats. “There’s wine in the fridge and plenty of glasses in that cupboard.”

“Right, I’ll take them outside.”

Wandering through the hall to the lounge, I pondered on the girl. Help write the books? What did she mean? Who was she and where was she from? Sitting on the 333

sofa, warmth engulfing me, I felt strangely at ease. She had smiled at me, her torment gone. Perhaps it was because she’d been able to communicate with me.
Enjoy your
research.
Was my mind playing tricks? No, it was definitely the girl’s voice.

“I will, Crystal,” I murmured, leaving the sofa. “And I’ll enjoy my new-found wealth, and my life. Let the orgy commence.”

I hope you enjoyed the book. Hopefully, I’ll be serialising another book before long. Keep an eye on the web site for details.

Regards,

Ray Gordon.

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