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“My husband doesn’t decide who I fuck,” Julia told the man firmly after he asked her if her husband was as open-minded as the other men here, if he allowed her to be with other men. “I am the one who determines who gets this pussy,” she said, coming straight to the point.”So if you’re going to ask someone for the use of it, that would be me.”

He smiled and nodded his head. “Of course,” he said, hearing clearly her attitude on the matter. “Then I am asking. What do you think? Do I stand a chance?” She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“A chance, yes. Maybe slim, but a chance,” she said with a slight grin. “With me you have to prove you are worthy,” she added with a smile.

“Your husband seems happily occupied with Cheryl, Dan’s wife,” he said, nodding towards the other side of the room.

“He is. He likes her. I like her. She is a wonderful piece of ass,” she said unashamed of being so blunt. “She also gives good head. My husband has told me. Other men have told me. We are free here to be with who we choose to be,” she told him. “To be with a woman here you have to prove yourself,” she said.

“And how do I do that?” he asked.

“By being honest, and by making yourself desirable. By showing the women here you can be trusted,” she said. “We have to pick you,” she told him. “We don’t fuck phonies. Prove yourself to be a real man, a trustworthy man, then you stand a chance of fucking one of us. If you don’t, then you stand no chance. Just don’t try to charm us. We don’t react well to charmers,” she said with a guileless grin. “Be yourself, let us get to know you. You had to be invited here,” she said. “So you should know what we do here. Who invited you?” she asked.

“Cheryl and Dan asked me to come,” he said.

“That’s a good endorsement,” she said nodding. “They are a great couple,” she said. “Good people. As you can see my husband is fond of Cheryl.” He nodded and smiled. “She also cares for him.”

“Of course they told you about our guidelines here, right?” He said they had, although he wanted to just make sure, that is why he asked about her husband’s attitude. “I almost didn’t believe them.”

“Let us get to know you: dance, chat, visit, make friends with us,” she advised. “Don’t rush it. Just relax and enjoy yourself here.”

Later that night they met again in the social room. “Would you care to dance?” he asked her. “I’d love to,” she said putting out her hand. “The fact that you said you came here at the suggestion of Cheryl and Dan helps. They are a delightful couple,” she said. He agreed as they began to dance. Julia leaned against him and put the side of her head against his chest.

“I have taken your suggestion and I have met what seem like nice people,” he said.

“Do you like to soak?” she asked. He said he loved it, and she then asked if he would like to join her in the hot tub. “We can get towels in the changing room, leave your clothes there. We are a clothing optional resort,” Kiraz Escort she said. “If you don’t mind being nude with me,” she said with a grin.

“That I would love even more than the soak,” he said, motioning for her to lead him to the hot tub.

She had decided she liked him. He was easy to talk to, not hard to look at, and had a nice set of ‘bedroom eyes.’ After a few minutes of getting to know him, talking about sports, some politics–which she was relieved to find they agreed on–and their academic backgrounds. They had chatted for a while, then she leaned over and let him know she was feeling comfortable with him by placing a kiss on his lips.

He returned the kiss and thanked her. “You’re welcome,” she said with a sigh. “Would you like to see the couples’ room?” she asked. Without answering he put out his hand and she took it, stepping out of the water and taking his arm. Then she led him into the house, drying one another with the towels before going inside. They walked naked, side by side, into the house.

They went right to the “couples room” and stood in the doorway for a second, kissing before going inside. After leaving the hot tub she had put on a thin, transparent shift and she tossed it to the side as she stepped to the bed. He placed his hand on her hip and kissed her before she stretched out on her back on the bed, holding her hands up to him, imploring him to join her.

There were numerous mattresses on the floor, spread out with a small walkway between each one, most were occupied, two people on each one. He and Julia found one that wasn’t occupied, then they stretched out on it and molded together into a heated embrace with her opening her legs for him and arching her back to meet the thrusts of his hips. He entered her with one quick push, sinking deep in her pussy.

There on the mattress in the couples room, he fucked her like a seasoned veteran of the swingers group, pushing repeatedly as deep as the length of his penis would go into her vagina. She moaned and encouraged him with her sighs. The new guest named Matt fucked his new friend with an eagerness that kept her coming and pushing her hips up to meet the force of his passion. She called out to heaven, loving the screwing she was getting. “Oh, Matt,” she yelled, calling out his name, repeating it over and over.

When he came with a rush, she scooted around and took his cock into her mouth and milked him fervently, swallowing as much as she could catch. A few couples on other mattresses turned to watch them as she eagerly sucked his cock. When they were spent and resting, trying to regain their breath, he asked if she knew where her husband was.

“I just hope he had as much fun as I did,” she said as she fought to get her normal breathing back. As she regained her strength he asked how long they had been members there. “For about five years,” she replied.

“That’s a lot of different men,” he said. Quietly she Kiraz Escort Bayan nodded. “He doesn’t mind you fucking that many different men?” She said that was the same number of women for him. “And you don’t mind?”

“We feel sex is just recreation. Something fun we like to do,” she said quietly. “It is not love. It is not what we married for.”

“I am glad you didn’t,” he said. “I enjoyed that.”

“You don’t think it is wrong then?” she asked.

“I liked doing it with you,” he said. “I am glad you want to recreate that way.” He chucked and said he wasn’t sure he would want his wife fucking other men. “My wife has been gone now for five years. It has taken me that long to want to be with someone else,” he said thoughtfully.

“I would like to meet your husband,” he said. “I would like to talk to him, to get to know him.” She said she would introduce them. He took her hand and kissed it. “He must be quite a guy,” he said.

“He is,” she said. “He is the man of my dreams.” They had met in college and for years had had a conventional marriage, believing as so many do that monogamy was the natural way for marriage to be. Then they began talking, reading, and wondering about what marriage actually meant.

When Matt and Julia were sitting together chatting in the reading room, after they made love in the couples’ room, her husband came in and sat with them. His name was Justin and Julia introduced him to Matt. “I hope you’ve enjoyed my wife,” Justin said. Matt nodded and put out his hand. They shook and Justin told Matt he was glad to know they’d had a good time.

“You two have been members here for a few years?” Matt asked. Justin said they had been active swingers for five or six years. “So you have no trouble having your wife fucking other men?” Matt ask. “I am not sure I could do that,” he said.

“You would see how much fun she’s having, and you would be pleased to be able to empower her to do something she enjoys so much, and because you love her you would do all you could to make that happen.” he explained. “You love her, you don’t own her,” he said. “She has to be the one to decide what she does with whom.”

“I applaud you for being able to do that for her,” Matt said. “And you like having sex as well.”

“I do,” he said, “yes. We have realized that sex is just a matter of pleasure, a pleasure we can allow one another.

We are secure in our love, and we trust one another. It is like any other enjoyment.”

“You are lucky,” Matt said.

“Would you like to come to our house and visit us?” Justin asked Matt.

“I would like that, yes,” he replied. “To get to know you both. Maybe I can learn to accept extramarital sex the way you do.”

“We would like to help you with that,” Justin said. They agreed that he would visit them. A week later he as at their house having dinner with them. “You can stay with us for awhile. See what you think. You can stay in the guest Escort Kiraz room with Julia,” he said. “If you like.”

Matt said he would like that. Their first night they had sex, then they talked about her lifestyle, what she thought marriage could be, what she wanted from her partner. She said she wanted trust and honesty. “If he likes a woman I want him to be able to tell me. If I like someone, I can tell him.” she explained.

“There are risks,” she said, “and we understand them. We could change, and we accept that as a possibility. We love one another. There is no reason not to be totally honest. We both like sex with other people,” she clarified.

“We want to stay together,” she said. “We also,like one another. That doesn’t mean we can’t like other people.”

He asked if she had ever thought get of leaving. “Never,” she said.

“I have always thought of marriage as being exclusive,” Matt said.

“And yet you will fuck another man’s wife,” she said without challenge in her voice. He smiled, nodded, said he obviously had an interest in the idea, just that he was not sure about it for himself, for the woman he chose to be with. “You are a great example to look at. I hear what you believe. Thank you for talking to me about it.”

She kissed him and said, “Anytime.” He thanked her again and took her into his arms. “When Dan and Cheryl invited you to our party, why did they think you would be interested?”

“Because they told me they were swingers and I asked them about it,” he explained. “They said the best way to find out was to come and see for myself, so I did.” He studied Julia for nearly a minute. “You are happy with the marriage and the arrangement you have?”

“Incredibly,” she said with a smile. “We enjoy sex with other people, we like each other, we like doing things together, as well as apart, so, yes, I do like what we have together as a couple.”

Matt began coming to Julia and Justin’s house on a regular basis. Once or twice a week he would be there for dinner, would often spend the night, and when he did, mostly, he would sleep with Julia. After a few weeks of visiting regularly at Julia and Justin’s, Matt was asked once again if he wanted to attend a party at the swingers event. Again he accepted eagerly and slept with Cheryl, Julia, and a woman named Paula whose boyfriend did’t attend.

He started sleeping with Paula each time he attended the swinger party, her boyfriend was living in her house but they had been starting to have difficulty, and Matt began seeing her a time or two each week at places other than the parties. Her boyfriend moved out after six months, then Matt moved in a week after that.

By then both of them were confirmed devotees of the swinging lifestyle, and although they lived together they maintained an open relationship, fucking others enthusiastically. In four months they decided to get married and to continue their swinging lifestyle. Matt had realized he could indeed handle his wife having sexual relationships with other men, and Paula had no problem with Matt being with other women. They have now been married for seven years and they are still active in swinging, still attend the parties, and still are committed to an open relationship.

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Welcome dear readers to this, my erotic lesbian romantic ghost story and entry for the “HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST 2015”.

I hope you will enjoy reading it but I feel I should warn t you that it is a lengthy story — for those who have read some of my other work I hope this means you’ll think “Oh goody!” and not “Oh no, not again!”

My thanks, as ever, to my wonderful editor Winterreisser, especially for his speedy efforts that allowed me to still meet the deadline after taking far longer writing this than I expected. Thanks also to Kat for her kind words and encouragement.

As this is a competition entry, do please take a moment to cast your vote at the end; comments and feedback are also always very welcome.

This is now a slightly updated (or updated, updated) version with an extended Chapter 11 and a few corrections.

Happy reading and Happy Samhain!

Sue

Copyright © ScattySue 2015

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Chapter 1: Creative Meeting

I push my hair back and gather my things — pen, paper and notes — push back from my desk and stand. Then I notice that, as usual, I’ve forgotten to lock my PC just as the reminder for the meeting pops up:

10:30 am (2 hour)
MM&M CREATIVE MEETING
Invitees: Mystery, Myth & Murder Research Team, Mystery, Myth & Murder Writers, Rick Ripley, Marcus Thompson I drop everything so I can click the DISMISS button and then perform the three finger trick to lock the screen. Damn, I’m late now, which serves me right for leaving it until the last minute to leave I guess. I know why it is: I don’t really want to see Rick after… it, last Saturday. Nor Marcus for that matter.

I pick up my stuff once more and kick the chair under the desk. I’d always considered myself ambitious but the truth is that my career hasn’t exactly been meteoric and, at thirty-one, I’m still stuck as a researcher on, okay granted, a successful and popular BBC TV programme. Basically, my career has stalled and has been so for several years. Actually, the same can be said for my life as a whole really, with no boyfriend, let alone husband, disappointingly few friends that I can socialise with and a flat that is both small and dingy and at the same time, overpriced owing to its location. Still, however frustrating and disappointing my life is, I didn’t think that I was the sort of woman to do anything to get ahead but it rather seems I might be. Today I find out if it’s been worth it.

I head down the corridor to the lifts and press the call button to go up. I can still recall word-for-word Marcus’s words to me when he came to speak to me two weeks ago. “Do you enjoy working on ‘Mystery, Myth and Murder’ Bethany?” he asked, bending over me as I sat at my desk working through an analysis of viewing figures for the recent episodes. Dull, dull, dull work when what I really wanted to be doing was the writing and scripting.

“I… do. I mean, I like doing the research I guess, though…”

“Though you’d like not to just be just stuck in the office finding out and confirming a few facts in between admin tasks,” he said smiling. I suddenly worried that my thoughts were scrolling across my forehead in luminous green pixels as I nodded. “What’s your ambition, Bethany?” he asked as his finger rubbed the stubble on his tanned face with a soft rasping sound. His tan silently boasted of the three weeks holiday in the Seychelles that he and his partner Blake had recently returned from.

“I’d like to write, Marcus; I want to go out and find and research stories and then script episodes of the show. I think I deserve the chance to try.”

“Hmm. You know, Rick and I have always thought you rather… cold and standoffish.” Knowing what Rick’s language could be like I was a little surprised.

“Is that really what Rick said?” I asked and Marcus gave a little chuckle.

“No. He said that for an intelligent, pretty girl you can’t half be a snooty little bitch sometimes.” I bit my lip; where was this going? “So, you do have some ambition in you… which means you want to be a part of the next series?”

“Well, obviously. I mean, you did get that proposal for a story that I emailed, didn’t you? The Purdew Manor Hotel haunting?”

“Yes… though we’ll have to see if there’s any interest when we discuss it, probably at the next creative meeting for next year’s series, the week after next…” He left that hanging as he straightened up. “Just remember, it always pays to be a team player,” he added before leaving me to get back to the viewing figures.

So, as the lift doors open for me, I wonder whether paying attention to Marcus had been either wise, moral or worth it. To my shame, I find that I’m more concerned that what I did ends up being worth it for my career than whether it was wise or moral. What kind of slut does that make me?

I enter the meeting room doing my best not to catch either Rick’s or Marcus’s eyes without seeming to ignore them. I manage it but more because the two of them are leaning in close together having Gençlik Escort a sotto voce conversation. Of course, I immediately worry that it’s about me, that Rick is giving all the prurient details, and when Marcus nods and smiles I’m convinced of it. I bow my head trying to hide my embarrassment as I slip into my seat and shuffle my notes and papers.

Moments later Marcus calls the meeting to order and first on the agenda is the schedule for the next series. “Well, we’re doing well with work on the next series and this was going to be a chance to look over that and look at planning the series episodes… However, we have something rather special to announce.”

“What’s that?” Janice asks, the beads braided into her hair clicking softly as her head jerks up.

“It’s only a bleedin’ Christmas Special,” Rick exclaims. “When the scandal of you know who broke, they cancelled ‘is shown at Christmas and offered the slot to us!” Rick’s distinctly London accent always startles people when they meet him in real life as it’s such a contrast to the rather more polished accent he adopts on-screen.

“However,” Marcus continues, “as it’s already October, we’ve only six or seven weeks to get ready for broadcast,” he glances to Rick, smiling.

“Yeah, we’re goin’ to ‘ave to get our arses in gear!”

“Will it be on Christmas Day?” I ask in surprise.

“Nah, the day after, on Boxing Day evening.” Wow, this was a big deal. The schedulers didn’t put anything on over the Christmas holidays they didn’t think was successful.

“So you could have a Christmas theme in all the stories!” chips in Gavin. He’s a junior assistant and is basically there to take the minutes so I flinch inwardly at his comment. I want to find a way to gently suggest that, in his position, he is much better not to speak unless he has a really good idea. Colin, however, ever keen to prove he should be given Janice’s job as Assistant Producer, rips into him.

“Yeah, fab idea Gavin and hardly trite at all; what did you have in mind? Some brutal Christmas Day murder? Perhaps some haunting by a woman looking for her baby who died on Christmas Day? Or, yes, of course, Rick could do a cutting exposé of how Father Christmas isn’t fucking real!” Gavin cowers before the tirade and I flinch, not least because I’d almost asked a similar question as to whether they were considering a Christmas theme. In my case though, it had been to check that they weren’t because, and I had to agree with Colin here, it was a naff idea. Janice, however, comes to Gavin’s defence.

“Okay, Colin, give the guy a break. Remember this is a creative meeting so we don’t go ripping each other’s ideas apart.” An evil grin appears on her dark lips, “We save that for the editorial reviews!”

It occurs to me that old David Attenborough needn’t be jetting off to Africa or South America, he could do an entire series here at the BBC: “Here we see the alpha female being challenged for her position by a junior male… but he is no match for her and he retreats, beaten for the time being.”

“Okay, boys and girls. No, Gavin, there won’t be a Christmas theme. What we need are really good stories or, even better, one story that can fill the episode.” Marcus pauses. “Right,” he says, “this seems like a good point to look at the feedback from the previous broadcasts. Bethany, you’ve been looking at that.” My name jerks me to full attention, triggering butterflies in my stomach and I quickly pull the copies of the summaries from my stack of papers and hand them around.

“Um, yes. Well, the basic figures are on the sheet you have, summarising how the focus groups responded to each episode. I, er, I then classified the stories in each episode as ‘Murder’, for the unsolved crimes and, well, murder stories; ‘Myth’ for those that covered legends and ‘Mystery’ which are, eighty percent of the time, basically ghost stories.” I look up and I’m startled to see polite interest in what I think is very dull stuff. “Anyway, the mysteries tend to be the most popular followed by the unsolved murders and finally the legends stuff, though the Loch Ness Monster piece was very well liked. However, what viewers really seem to like are when stories cover more than one area, like say, that story in the first series, of the stolen painting that was linked to the ghostly figure that seemed to appear over where they found the painting.”

“Hmm, interestin'” Rick comments. “So we want more stories like that, definitely.”

“Indeed and it’s certainly something to bear in mind for the Christmas special.” Marcus agrees, “So, with that in mind, let’s look at what stories and leads we have so far…”

This is the cue for Janice, Colin and Terri, as the people mainly involved in writing and researching, along with Marcus and Rick to begin listing possibilities, thoughts and Ideas. I will occasionally make comments or suggestions but these never seem to do much raise my status within the team, even though I know that some have been really good and turned a mediocre episode into a good Gençlik Escort Bayan one; it always seems to be one of the others that get the credit in the end. I sit listening for Marcus to present my Cornish ghost story, probably without even crediting me.

As the meeting drags on I’m starting to wonder if he’s not even going to mention my suggestion, meaning the work I did on it would be for nothing, when he suddenly says, “Actually, Bethany seems to have a rather interesting possibility. Perhaps you’d like to tell us about it, Bethany?”

“Oh, er yes… well, my parents holidayed in Cornwall over the summer and they, er, they stayed at a small hotel on Bodmin Moor, the Purdew Manor Hotel which, they told me, fails to live up to the grandeur of its name and is rather run down and dilapidated. However, knowing my job, Mum recounted a tale she was told there of mystery and haunting linked to the hotel.” I pause, pleasantly surprised that they are all listening with quiet interest. I know I need to pitch this well and make it a good story but also be succinct.

“Before it was a hotel,” I begin, “it was Purdew Hall and, in in the mid-nineteenth century, home to Sir Lovell Blyth and his beautiful wife Lady Rosalind. Sir Blyth was, of course, a wealthy landowner but had a reputation as a violent, vicious man. He had been an officer in the Navy where even there, incredibly, his violent temper had been remarkable.

“In time, they eventually had a child, a son whom they called William. However, far from the strapping infant Sir Blyth wanted, the child was always sickly. Despite this, young William grew and Lady Blyth employed a governess to care for him, a young, educated woman who lived nearby. All was well until William was nearing his tenth birthday when Sir Blyth, feeling that his mother and the Governess were making the boy soft and weak, dismissed the Governess and declared that his son would soon go to boarding school to toughen him up and make a man of him.

“Shortly before the boy was due to leave for school, something happened and one morning he was found dead just inside the door of his bedroom. Some said it was a seizure or a fever, others that it was the fear of being sent away to school. There were a few that suggested his father had beaten him and caused it or even that it had been Lady Blyth, poisoning her son rather than have him suffer the pain of separation and bullying at the boarding school.

“Both mother and father were distraught, Lady Blyth crying and wailing in grief for the loss of her beloved, precious child. For Sir Lovell, it was the loss of his heir and the end of the family line that upset him.

“They buried the boy two days later but something happened that evening and Lady Blyth fled Purdew Hall in the middle of the night, across the moors. One of the maids saw her leave but feared to go to the master, with his uncertain temper, so she roused the Housekeeper who, in turn, decided it should be the Butler who must tell Sir Lovell. The maid had been right to be afraid for Sir Lovell was incandescent with rage at the news, striking the butler and cursing him for not securing the house against his wife’s escape. He immediately set off in pursuit thinking he could guess where she went.

“Neither Sir Lovell nor Lady Blyth were ever seen again. Some said that both drowned in one of the many bogs on the Moor, others that Sir Lovell murdered his wife when he found her and buried her body before fleeing or foundering in a bog himself. However, since then in Purdew Hall people have sometimes reported hearing a child crying, pleading for his mother, or encountering a pale lady roaming the house, lost and dejected. Meanwhile, on the Moor, night travellers claim to have seen a dark shape, some seeing a man searching or dragging something or in pursuit, while others meet a ghostly woman running and fleeing over the desolate Moor in terror.”

I look around, waiting for someone to say something.

Terri is the first to speak. “You are an unexpectedly engaging storyteller, Cooper,” she says grudgingly, though as usual her pronunciation and accent would put members of the Royal Family to shame. I give a nod of thanks but, while it’s nice to be complimented, I do slightly resent the note of condescending surprise in her voice, not to mention the use of my surname, as if I’m her inferior.

“Okay, so… first question, Bethany: are there locals down there who claim to have seen the ghosts?” Marcus asks.

“I’m not sure,” I reply. “The way Mum told me suggested that the woman who told her, one of the owners of the hotel, had seen something, but I don’t know for certain. She’d probably love the advertising so…” I left the implication that she’d probably say anything for publicity just hanging there. The nods confirmed they all understood.

“Bodmin Moor,” Janice says musingly. “It’s a very atmospheric place and there must be loads of ghost stories and mysteries from down there. There used to be all sorts of pirates and smuggling in Cornwall.”

“There were Escort Gençlik ship wreckers too, luring ships onto the rocks to kill the crews and steal the cargos,” Colin chips in, “and wasn’t there The Beast of Bodmin a few years back? Some big cat or the like going around killing sheep and scaring farmers?”

A quiet “Hmm,” from Rick pulls my gaze reluctantly to him. “There might be enough for a whole episode from Cornwall, maybe even two with some other stories. What do you think Marcus?”

“I think you might be right,” Marcus agrees, “thinking about it I’m surprised that we’ve never done a story from Cornwall in either of the first two series. Perhaps we should send someone down there for a week to dig around.”

Janice nods but with a slightly concerned look on her face. “Might be a problem for the next few weeks though, because I’ve got those two stories from Scotland to work on and I’ve tasked Colin with working on the first stories from Europe — the ones from Sweden and Denmark, trying to play off the success of the Scandinavian thrillers like ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’. These are the obvious ones to use for Christmas as we’ve made a start on them. We could use, what was it, Purdey Hall in the next series to replace one of them. I guess we could have Terri make a start on it, doing some general research…”

My heart sinks. Fucking golden girl Terri, as usual, with her first class honours degree from Durham University, her perfect skin, flawless elocution and, above all, her cast iron boarding school confidence.

“How about Bethany?” Rick asks. “She found the story, after all, an’ she did a good job tellin’ it too.” Janice looks doubtful and is about to reply when Marcus speaks.

“Yes, why not? It’ll be more responsibility that she’s had before but let’s give Bethany a chance. She can keep us regularly posted on her progress,” he adds in answer to Janice’s suspicious look. “We can send Beth down there for a week or so and give her a chance to show what she can do.”

Yes! In your face, Terri!

“Yeah. And Beth: don’t mess up and don’t think that we might not use your story at Christmas, right?” Rick smiles at me and I try to hide my shock; was he serious?

“Yes, absolutely Rick: I can do this, I promise.” I feel so happy but one glance at Janice, Gavin and, especially, Terri tells me I’ve not made any friends here this morning.

There isn’t much left to discuss and Marcus distributes actions to each of us. Mine are to finish up or hand over the things I’ve been working on and to sort out going down to Cornwall “as soon as practicable and ideally next week.” No pressure then! As the meeting breaks up I hang back; I have to thank Marcus for giving me this chance. Rick hasn’t moved to go either so, when it’s just the three of us, I say my thanks.

“No problem, Bethany,” Marcus replies, “I meant it when I said you deserve this chance. I also mean it when I said not to fuck up.” My throat constricts at his words and all I can do is nod. “Right, I must get on,” he concludes and quickly gathers his things, leaving me with Rick.

“Thank you too, Rick,” I tell him. “It was good of you to be so positive about my idea.”

“Beth… I said what I did coz your idea sounds really promisin’ and not coz of last weekend or anything.” He hesitates and then adds. “Beth, I’d like to see you again sometime, if you’re alright with that?” I recalled some of what happened on Saturday and, more, of Sunday morning. It had been pretty good, hadn’t it?

“Yes, Rick, that sounds very nice,” I reply. “I’d like that.”

Chapter 2: Starting Out

Any sane person would know that setting out to drive down to the West Country is not best done late on a Friday afternoon, even a Friday in late October, by which reckoning I am completely insane. In my defence, I had planned to go on Wednesday but Colin, currently out in Denmark, had some research and information he needed urgently. Given it was now over three weeks since I was told to visit the Purdew Manor Hotel “within a week,” I really felt I had to go before the weekend.

The traffic on the M25 motorway was its typical semi-gridlock, especially around the London Heathrow Airport exits, but didn’t get much better heading south to the M3. I had already abandoned the idea of using the M4 after hearing that there were long delays already, due to roadworks, and besides, the M3 route did appeal as I recalled that it would take me past Stonehenge.

Eventually, Gumdrop (okay, I name my cars; don’t hate me for it) and I made it onto the M3 where the traffic was still busy but at least moving. However, it is now half past five and, at a conservative estimate I have at least four hours of driving ahead of me so I should get to the hotel at… around nine thirty at night, which is late but not ridiculously so.

I settle into driving as the traffic calms down a bit and, as usual, my mind wanders. Inevitably it settles on Rick. Marcus’s little chat to me about friendliness and my career did leave me wondering what it was about but didn’t have to wait long. The next week Rick asked if I’d join him for dinner. I almost automatically said no before I remembered Marcus’s comments. “Um, okay, thank you,” I replied, not wanting to harm my career but thinking that Rick had asked Marcus to speak to me exactly for this reason. Still, I was committed now.

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Chapter 4 — It’s A Girl Thing

38-year-old Denise Watkins stood naked in the corner of Ted’s bedroom, her damp panties draped over her head, her buttocks red from the spanking she’d just received from her 20-year-old lover. It was nearly two o’clock on Friday afternoon. That was the problem.

She’d told Ted she was taking the afternoon off to spend with him, that she’d be home no later than one o’clock. That would give them about 4 hours before Ted’s mom, Martha Baldwin, arrived at the home the 3 of them temporarily shared. And when Denise didn’t show up until almost 1:45, Ted decided some punishment was in order.

After Denise had suffered enough, Ted quickly shed his clothes and approached the dark haired beauty from behind. It was then that they heard the front door open. Mrs. Baldwin was home early!

Denise tore the panties from her head, looking quickly at Ted. The panic in her eyes was obvious as she dashed out the bedroom door. She barely made it to the guestroom in time, leaving the door open as she dashed for the bed, diving under the covers just as Martha rounded the corner.

Ted, meanwhile, had gathered up Denise’s clothes and tossed them under his bed. He dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, then waited by his bedroom door, listening.

Ted had a dream relationship with Denise. A relationship where she was completely subservient to him. A relationship where he could demand anything from her he desired, and she would give it. It was a relationship that worked for both of them, and he had no desire to fuck it up by letting his mom catch on.

So he waited, and he listened.

“Hello, anybody home,” Martha called out. Denise was supposed to be at work, and Ted would normally be out with his buddies, but both of their cars were home. ‘Curious,’ she thought.

“In here,” Denise answered from the guestroom.

“What’s the matter?” Martha asked as she entered the room and saw her best friend in bed. “Are you sick?”

Denise hesitated, trying to control her emotions. Less than a minute ago, she’d stood buck naked before her young lover, her ass in flames from the spanking he’d delivered. And now, she was trying to conceal everything from his mother, her best friend. Unfortunately, her body wasn’t buying it. Her body was still hot from the spanking, and her pussy was on fire.

Then she remembered what her young master had said the other day. That she was free to do anybody she liked — anytime, anywhere, and anyhow — just as long as she told him all the details.

Quickly, Denise put an impromptu plan in motion. “No,” Denise said in a sad voice, trying to sound depressed. She sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts, swinging her feet over the side of the bed. “It’s just . . .” She paused, as if searching for the right words. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said exhaling and lowering her head.

A million things went through Martha’s head as looked at her friend. Was she okay? Was she sick? Was it serious? Why wasn’t she telling her?

“Please, Denise,” she said as she sat down beside her friend. “I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.”

Denise hesitated briefly, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the fake tears, then threw herself into Martha’s arms, allowing the sheet to fall free in the process.

“There, there now,” Martha said, recovering quickly from the shock of having a naked woman fall into her arms. “It’s okay.”

She held Denise tentatively at first, gradually becoming more at ease. She stroked her hair gently and lightly rubbed her back, very much aware of the naked breast pushing against her own. And she waited until her friend was ready to talk.

“I’m sorry,” Denise said after a while, pushing herself back from Martha’s embrace. She took hold of her friend’s hands and held them in her Bahçelievler Escort lap, seemingly unaware of her own nakedness. “It’s just that, sometimes, I get to feeling so lonely, and so sorry for myself that I can’t stand it. I miss my husband, Martha. I miss him something awful.” And then she hesitated. “Look at me,” she said, squeezing her friends hand tight and trying to smile. “Of all people to be telling this to. You’ve been alone so long. How do you do it?”

Martha smiled at her friend, the hint of tears sneaking from the corners of her eyes, before reaching her arms out and pulling her close, oblivious, now, to her nakedness. “Oh, baby, you’re not alone. Neither one of us is. We’ve got each other. We’ve got Ted. And we’ve got our friends.”

Denise pulled back slightly, just enough to see Martha’s face. “But don’t you ever miss having a man?” she asked softly.

“Sure I do,” Martha said as she slowly stroked the wavy brunette locks. “Sometimes.”

“Stay with me awhile,” Denise whispered after a moment. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course,” Martha responded in an equally soft voice. It never even occurred to her not to stay with her best friend when she needed her so. Without another word, the two women fell into each other’s arms. They rocked each other slowly, before Denise rolled onto the bed, bringing Martha down with her. And they lay there together, holding each other gently, one woman naked, one woman dressed.

Meanwhile, Ted crept quietly down the hall, straining to hear the women speak. He could understand just enough to confuse him. ‘What’s she doing,’ he thought to himself? ‘It shouldn’t be this difficult to get rid of her. What’s going on?’

He reached the guestroom door and hesitated, before carefully peeking around the corner. What he saw flabbergasted him. There was his naked slut, lying on the bed in the arms of his fully clothed mother. And his slut was looking right at him, a devious smile on her face.

Ted withdrew around the corner quickly, took a deep breath, and tried to regain his composure. When he again peered around the corner, nothing had changed.

“By the way,” Denise said. “Ted went camping with the guys again and won’t be home until Sunday evening. He apologized for the lack of notice, but promised to call tonight with all the details.”

“Oh,” said Martha, pulling away slightly.

“Don’t worry, mother,” Denise smiled. “Teddy’s a big boy now, or maybe you haven’t noticed.”

Martha looked at Denise for a brief moment, before burying her head in her friend’s shoulder and snickering out loud.

“And just what’s so funny?” Denise asked, allowing her hand to wander aimlessly over Martha’s back and buttocks.

Again Martha snickered, before finally raising her head to look at Denise. “You’re going to think I’m awful,” she said.

“Never!” she responded, purposefully pulling the woman closer. “Tell me!”

“Well,” Martha started out. “Well, a couple of months ago, I accidentally saw Ted getting dressed. Believe me, Denise. Ted is going to make some woman very happy some day.” And then she burst out laughing, clutching at her naked friend.

“Martha!” Denise feigned disgust. “I never!” And then she, too, broke out laughing.

Ted, on the other hand, stood at the bedroom door in shock. His own mother, in the arms of his naked slut, talking about the size of his manhood! He couldn’t believe what he’d heard with his own ears.

And when Denise looked back at him again, she ran her tongue suggestively around her lips, and allowed her hands to gently squeeze his mother’s ass.

Ted withdrew quietly around the corner to catch his breath. ‘Could it be she’s seducing my mother right before my eyes?’ he thought. He took another deep breath, knowing that was exactly what Escort Bahçelievler she was doing. And then quietly, he poked his head back around the corner.

“Martha,” Denise said, breaking several minutes of silence as she released her friend and rolled flat on her back. “Tell me about Gloria Swanson.”

Martha hesitated, rolling onto her side next to her friend. “How do you know about Gloria?” she inquired uncertainly.

“It was the New Year’s Eve party just before your husband, died. As you remember, he was a bit drunk . . .”

“Shit-faced, you mean,” Martha interrupted, giggling slightly to ease the temporary tension.

“Okay, shit-faced,” Denise agreed. “Anyway, that’s when he told me.”

“I see,” Martha answered, making no immediate effort to respond to Denise’s original request. For almost 30 seconds, she lay on her side, looking at Denise, but not really seeing her.

“We were lovers,” she said at last, once again focusing on Denise. “It started on my 20th birthday when my boyfriend dumped me. I was crushed.” As she spoke, she moved her hand to Denise’s tummy, softly tracing little lines with her fingers.

“I’d known Gloria for years. She’d just recently been dumped, also.” Her fingers moved up to Denise’s breasts, circling first one nipple, then the other, bringing goose-bumps to the gently rising and falling orbs.

“That night, we were there for each other, body and soul.” She took Denise’s left nipple and gently twirled it between her fingers.

“After that, we moved in together. We were lovers for 6 months.” She moved to the other nipple.

“It was during that time that I met my husband. Those were good times for me, Denise, until Gloria met a man and took off.” She pulled gently on one nipple, then the other.

“After that, Martin and I started dating. We were married around my 21st birthday, and Teddy was born just before my 22nd.” She leaned over slowly, taking Denise’s right nipple between her teeth, biting and tugging gently, as Denise squirmed slowly beneath her.

As she switched to the other nipple, she allowed her hand to wander freely over Denise’s tummy, lightly tickling her new lover. When she was finished with the breast, she raised her head. And then the two women’s eyes met, and that one look told the story. This was something they both wanted, but they wanted it slow. They wanted it tender. And they wanted the moment to last.

Then they melted into each other’s arms and kissed.

Ted watched the two women as they lay together, not believing what he’d heard, or what he was seeing. Here was his lover, naked, in the arms of his mother. And there was no denying the excitement he felt as he studied the contrasts between them. Where his lover had long brunette hair, brown eyes and stood 5’8″, his mother was a short haired, blue eyed blonde standing no more than 5’6″. While both women looked fit, his lover had a hint of baby fat, where his mother sported a slender build. And where his lover had a beautiful 36C bust that would drive a man crazy, his mother was a smaller 34B that seemed the perfect fit for her frame.

And still the women embraced, each sending their tongue darting into the other’s mouth, while their hands were free to wander. With Martha on top, Denise reached for the bottom of her lover’s top, and slid it up her frame. The two broke their embrace just long enough for the top to be removed and discarded, before diving right back into each others mouth.

While their tongues were dancing together, Denise fumbled with the clasp of Martha’s bra, quickly succeeding in unhooking it. She rolled Ted’s mother onto her back, again breaking the embrace just long enough to relieve Martha of the article of clothing.

Slowly, Denise allowed her kisses to stray from her lover’s lips, Bahçelievler Escort Bayan nibbling on her ears, biting lightly on her neck. She slid down her body and kissed her way over her shoulders and down her chest, arriving at last at her breasts.

Ted watched in fascination as the woman who’d given herself up to him began kissing his mother’s breasts, her hands massaging them tenderly, gently. He heard his mother moaning softly as she gave in to the eroticism of the moment, and he watched as she squirmed atop the bed. Unable to stand it, he freed his manhood from his pants and took it in hand.

Denise raised her ass into the air, her legs straddling Martha’s, as she began sliding her tongue down the quickly rising and falling stomach, effectively shielding Ted from his mother’s eyes. She raised herself to her knees and paused, looking down on the prone body beneath her.

She moved her hands to the belt on Martha’s slacks and undid it. Next, she unhooked the slacks themselves, sliding the zipper slowly down its track. Raising herself slightly, she began sliding the slacks over the hips as Martha arched her back and raised her buttocks from the bed, silently encouraging her best friend to continue.

As Denise inched down the bed, bringing the slacks with her, Ted eased back around the corner and out of sight. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall, and continued to stroke his cock, the sight from the other room etched indelibly in his mind. He heard the bed creak as feet softly hit the floor, and he knew that Denise had finally reached his mother’s feet. With the sound of something softly landing on the floor, Ted knew that his mother, too, was now naked. And he waited anxiously for the sound of the bed telling it was okay to look again.

As Denise eased back onto the bed, eager to rejoin her now naked lover, Ted peered once again around the corner. He spied his lover’s ass as she moved her leg across his mother’s legs and lowered her body until once again, the two were locked in each other’s arms, lips pressing gently, but urgently, together.

Denise felt like she couldn’t get enough of this woman as they lay locked together, rolling freely and frequently across the bread. Their hands wandered everywhere, exploring everything as she felt her passion rise. She marveled at how different it was with Martha than it had been with Suzie; patient instead of frantic, tender instead of rough.

She moaned as Martha wedged one leg between hers and began rubbing her pussy against her legs. Quickly, she followed suit, both women rolling across the bed, grinding their pussies on each others thighs. She could feel the tension in her lover as she neared her climax, and as their grinding took on a greater urgency.

The two women clutched desperately at each other as their orgasms hit, even as Ted was emptying his sperm into his shorts. Finally, as the last of the waves passed, they relaxed their hold on each other, content to lie together until sanity returned.

* * *

Knowing that the time had come, Ted slipped back to his room. He gathered his things quietly and crept back into the hall. He passed the quest room bent low, praying he wouldn’t be caught, and made his way to the garage, where he grabbed his backpack and tent and headed out the back door, wondering just how he was going to spend the rest of the weekend.

He certainly knew how his mother and Denise were going to be spending it.

* * *

“I wasn’t entirely honest with you,” Denise said as the two women lay in each other’s arms, still basking in their sexual pleasure.

“Oh?” Martha said, rolling away from her naked friend slightly.

“I haven’t been entirely alone, lately,” Denise explained. “I’ve had an occasional fling with a certain gentleman. It’s not an exclusive relationship, but it is a very special one. Are you mad?”

“Should I be?”

“Well, I misstated the truth just to get you into bed.”

Martha leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Why should that bother me? It worked didn’t it?”

* * * * * * *

Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions.

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The Family

Bill Branch was born September 18, 1963 6’1″ 185 pounds Black hair blue eyes he is a corporate office manager and married Bonnie November 20, 1984 settling down in Kansas City.

Bonnie Branch was born October 3, 1963 5’7″ 140 pounds 38-26-40 Blonde hair and Green eyes she is a dentist’s secretary but considers her first job caring for her husband and their three kids.

Bobby Branch was born August 9, 1985 6’2′ 195 pounds Black hair and blue eyes he is Bill and Bonnie’s oldest child about to enter his third year of college where he is on the swim team and is admired by girls as being one of the true hunks around campus.

Babbette Branch was born June 25, 1986 5’5″ 135 pounds 44-26-42 Blonde hair and green eyes the middle Branch child entering her second year of college has looks that stop everyone guys and girls alike in their tracks.

Bambi Branch was born April 14, 1987 5’6″ 125 pounds 38-24-36 Black hair and green eyes the baby of the family who just graduated high school and was looking forward to college life but not the studying.

Brenda Cooper was born February 9, 1978 5’3″ 115 pounds 36-24-38 red hair and brown eyes Bill’s business partner and thinks other people are made for only one thing – for her to give lots and lots of oral sex to.

Brad Cooper was born December 28, 1977 5’11” 185 pounds Brown hair and blue eyes Brenda’s oversexed husband who cannot get enough of her fellatio.

Our story

If the sounds that came from his parent’s room weren’t proof enough that they enjoyed fucking every chance they got, then, certainly, the public displays of affection would convince anyone that they still liked the physical side of their love. They carried on like teenagers. Bobby had always known that they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other as he was born nine months after the wedding, his sister Babbette ten months later, and then Bambi ten months after that.

After Bambi was born his parents, Bonnie and Bill, must have finally gotten his mom on birth control pills as no more kids would be a result of their lust for each other since Bambi’s birth in April of 1987. This Summer Babbette and Bobby are home from college and Bambi is enjoying her last summer off before starting college herself. All three of them are determined to have the summer of their lives and things got off to a great start in mid-May the day after Babbette and Bobby got home.

After living in the dormitories, without any privacy, Babbette and Bobby were glad to be back home in their large house with five bedrooms. In the dormitories people were always running in and out of each other’s rooms at all hours which explains what happened that very first Saturday morning after they got back from school. Bambi hadn’t had to lock her door when she wanted privacy as mom and dad would always knock and wait for an answer before coming on in. But, Babbette and Bobby had gotten used to college ways that if a door was unlocked you were welcome to come and go as you wish.

Bambi was, like the rest of her family, starved for sex even if it hadn’t been long since she had last been fulfilled. She was lying in her bed, wearing only her panties, teasing her hard little nipples as she thought about how sexy Bobby and Babbette looked the previous night. She swore she saw a large bulge in her brother’s pants and her sister was dressed to kill.

Evil thoughts of getting her siblings to bed filled her mind as her fingertips ran down her tummy and under her hot pink panties until she was playing with her clit. Suddenly, the door flew open as Babbette bounded in and stopped three feet inside wearing only her sheer short red nightie with a very low neckline and white cotton panties. Babbette had come into see if Bambi was ready to go on down to the kitchen for breakfast.

She opened her mouth but no words would come out. She found herself hypnotized by the sight of Bambi’s fingers pushing against the crotch of her panties as she played with her cunt. Something told Babbette to reach behind her and close the door so that her parents wouldn’t see her sister satisfying herself. What Babbette could not believe is that Bambi hadn’t stopped jerking off when she came into the room.

In fact, Babbette looked up at Bambi’s face and her sister was giving her a broad smile. The older girl was debating whether to leave when Bambi motioned for her to come closer. As Babbette glided toward the bed as if pulled by a tractor beam Bambi asked, “Do you want me to take these panties off so you can see more?”

Babbette’s throat was suddenly very dry. She thought of running out of there but, instead, simply nodded her head up and down. Bambi’s fingers disappeared from under the panties as she quickly moved her hands to the sides of the undies and yanked them off. Babbette felt a stirring in her loins as suddenly before her was a beautiful thick wet black mound of hair with a glistening pink slit running right down the middle.

“If you are going to stay in here you have to strip and you can have a seat Meltem Escort right here?” Bambi kicked a spot on the bed near her feet where she wanted her sister to sit as she resumed diddling herself. Mesmerized Babbette flung off her clothing and sat where Bambi showed her. Her eyes quickly became glued to her sister’s cunt again. Before long, Babbette started pinching her own very hard nipples.

Bambi had never taken the time to study her sister’s boobs before. My god, they were sure massive she thought to herself. But, that wasn’t there only quality they are actually very beautiful. The nipples are the size of pen caps and appear to be as hard. Those beautiful orbs are perfectly symmetrical and don’t have a single blemish on them. Now, the only thing Bambi was thinking of as she frigged herself quicker was Babbette’s flawless titties and how she wanted them every way possible.

There was one very special thing Bambi had always wanted another girl to do with her. Now, that Babbette’s hand was gliding down her tummy to her full bush maybe she was turned on enough to go for it. Bambi spread her legs further apart and pulled her cunny lips wide open as she kept playing asking, “Babbette, does my horny and super hot steamy little pussy turn you on?”

“Oh yes, my fucking god, it is fucking beautiful,” Babbette managed to utter as she was now getting into masturbating herself. Bambi was now sensually rubbing her fingertips up and down the edges of her cunt ant licking her lips seductively.

“Well, Babbette you have the sexiest boobs I’ve ever seen and I want them down there. Oh shit it would be so damn sexy if you would fuck my clitty with your titties.” At first it didn’t register with Babbette what her sister wanted her to do. She thought about it for a second and then realized she was being asked to fuck her sister with her breasts which caused a chill to run down her back.

Bambi placed a foot on Babbette’s thighs and ran it gently up and down the soft skin. A pool of moisture was collecting in Babbette’s cunt as she pondered what to do. Then she shrugged her shoulders and decided that she only lived once and this might be sexy. So, she climbed into position between Bambi’s sultry legs and sniffed in the wonderful aroma of the hot cunt before her.

Laying her right shoulder on the uppermost spot on Bambi’s thigh Babbette lowered her left breast until it was directly in front of her sister’s heavenly twat. Bambi shuddered in anticipation as she couldn’t believe this fantasy was about to come true. Babbette teased her sister by stroking her thighs with the sides of her boob and then the nipple but stayed away from her pleasure pot.

As the sensation of skin on skin felt so good to Bambi she did not complain about what Babbette was doing to her. Both girls almost creamed themselves when Babbette finally rubbed the bottom of her big orb against Bambi’s thick bush. Slowly, she let the nipple trace down the edges of the crotch where it meets the thigh; first down one side then up the other. Then, Babbette swirled the tip of the nipple against the edge of the moist cunt lips causing Bambi to jump at the contact.

Gradually Babbette explored deeper and deeper into her sister’s pussy. She had never been this turned on before in her life and wanted to see how much of her boob she could push inside the hot box. She grabbed her tit firmly in her hand and began shoving it in. Bambi felt the pressure building from the invading booby and moaned loudly as she pushed back against the assault. With one hand playing with her own tits and the other running through Babbette’s hair Bambi cooed, “Oh, I want my cum all over those huge tits of yours. Oh yes, nipple fuck my clitty!”

Taking her sister’s suggestion, Bambi withdrew slightly and aimed her nipple right for the hard nub of Bambi’s clit. A jolt of lightning shot through Bambi’s body as Babbette circled the button with her nipple. Bambi was moaning without regard to who might be listening. Babbette, a bit more aware of their surroundings urged, “Quiet, you’ll spoil everything. Oh my God you have a hot little cunt; my boob feels so good down there.”

“Oh god, fuck, I am cumming; oh God please, eat up all of my juices and I’ll eat yours.” Babbette wasn’t sure if Bambi was suggesting a sixty nine but was sure that is what she wanted, and now. She jumped upon Bambi and rammed her overheated cunt into Bambi’s face. Both mouth’s went right to work licking and sucking as if the world itself would end unless they both came right away.

Sweat was pouring from their bodies as their hands explored one another pinching, caressing and stroking every place they could reach. The sweet scent of cunt juice filled the entire room as the girls kept working on one another. They lost count of how many times they came but exhausted they both stopped but not before Babbette rubbed both of her tits one last time against Bambi’s pussy.

The older sister climbed off of Bambi and turned around and hugged her sister to her bosom. Gently Meltem Escort Bayan Bambi licked her own juices off of her sister’s tits. Babbette looked over at the clock on the nightstand and jumped out of bed, threw on her nightie and ran out as their brother or parents would be looking for them soon.

Both girls hurriedly cleaned themselves up and got dressed. Luckily for them Bobby and their parents were just now getting to the kitchen themselves. Little did the sisters know but Bobby had heard them carrying on. He watched them as the family ate and noticed them nervously looking at each other when they thought no one was looking. The only question for Bobby was which one he would try for first.

His cock was rock hard and he was determined to play with one of his sisters right after breakfast. As soon as the meal was finished his father left for his golf game and his mother called Bambi to help her go through some clothes in her closet. Hurriedly he finished clearing the table as his mom had asked him to and set off looking for Babbette who had slipped out right after her last bite.

Bobby didn’t have to look far as he wiped off his hands and walked toward the back of the house. He had no more than entered the hallway and there was Babbette coming toward him in her one piece swimsuit. Not trying to hide the large bulge in his shorts he asked, “Babs, can we go to my room and talk for a second?”

“Sure,” Babbette said shrugging her shoulders as she noticed his brother’s cock pushing against his cotton shorts. She was still horny from what she and Bambi had done earlier and really wanted to fuck and play some other games. Secretly she hoped that was what her big brother had in mind but thought the chances were slim. She followed Bobby to his room admiring his cute little ass as they walked down the hall.

Meanwhile, Bonnie was trying on clothes and asking Bambi’s opinion. Bonnie was disappointed that she hadn’t been able to figure out how to get any of her children into bed yet. She knew it was wrong but other parents just didn’t have three kids as sexy as hers. Her pussy was on fire as she wanted to taste Bambi’s pussy so bad. But, her daughter wasn’t seemingly taking the hint no matter how sexy the outfits she was trying on were or how naked she got Bambi seemed to be sexually indifferent to her mother. What Bonnie didn’t know was that Bambi was smoldering and about to explode.

Bambi’s pussy was aching as she continued to watch her mom. Then, Bonnie pulled off her bra revealing those 38″ tits. Sensually, she replaced the white cotton bra with a black silk and lace one and threw a low cut dress over her head which perfectly showed off her ample cleavage. Bambi almost came right on the spot especially as she thought she saw a wet spot on her mom’s panties as she bent over to get the dress off of the bed. Bambi stood up and waltzed over to Bonnie and grabbed a boob in one hand and the back of her mom’s head with the other and pushed her lips hard against her mother’s full lips.

All Bonnie could think of was that it was about time as she threw her hands around her daughter grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. Their tongues explored the deepest recesses of each other’s mouths as they reached down and swiped everything off the bed onto the floor. They fell with a crash to the bed. Clothes were flying off of their bodies as Bonnie roared, Bambi, I have wanted your god damn body for so long!”

“Mommy, all you had to do was ask I have wanted all of you so long too and I fall asleep dreaming of licking every inch of your sweet ass.” They were nibbling on each other’s ears as they frantically removed the remaining clothing.

“Oh god, baby, I dream of kissing your sweet pussy; I’ve even been sniffing your underwear when I do the laundry and they smell so good that I cum every fucking time.” Bambi couldn’t believe what she was hearing her own mother jacking off with her underwear. She gave her mom a deep passionate kiss and squeezed hard on her boob.

Then quickly sliding out from under her sexy parent she stood up beside the bed and looked down at her posterior. Her dad had turned her on to the idea of kissing her mom’s rump as he was always telling Bonnie that she had a sweet ass and that it was good enough to eat. As sexy as her dad is she knew that he couldn’t be wrong about the wonderful ass that laid before her now. She climbed between her mother’s legs and cooed, “I need to kiss your backside mommy first Thing; and then you can eat my twat or whatever else you want to do.”

“That sounds wonderful sweetie, but, we had better keep it quiet so Babbette and Bobby don’t hear us.” Bambi planted kisses all over Bonnies butt and before long her tongue was snaking all over the large firm athletic cheeks that had two little dimples apiece right in the middle. She worked her way to the peach fuzz lined crack. Gently she dipped her tongue deeper and deeper into the plummeting crevice.

The aroma of her mommy’s bowels was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, Escort Meltem she found the little puckering hole and swirled her tongue all around the outer edge. Her mother was now gently pushing her asshole up to meet her daughter’s tongue giving her all the encouragement she needed to explore. With one firm jab Bambi stuck her tongue just inside the tight ring of the rear entrance. Bonnie couldn’t help it as she let out a little moan. Soon, Bambi was tongue fucking her mommy’s puckering hole with abandon. The sensation was wonderful for both of them and their pussys had begun leaking juices.

The smell of cunt fluid was over taking the room and Bonnie couldn’t take it anymore. She had to eat Bambi’s pussy this very minute. Rolling over she presented her own cunt to her daughter. Bambi didn’t make a move toward the heavenly sight before as she remembered that her mother wanted to eat her cunt. Instead she asked, “Mommy, do you want to sixty nine with me?”

“Fuck yes,” was all Bonnie had to say before Bambi was virtually sitting on her face. Bambi couldn’t believe she was eating cunt for the second time in a couple of hours. Bonnie was not disappointed as her daughter’s cunt tasted even better than she had thought it would and there was so much of these glorious juices to lap up. Mother and daughter spent the next hour and a half kissing, licking and caressing every single spot of each other’s bodies.

As they straightened out her mother’s room Bambi couldn’t help but wonder what fucking her dad would be like or perhaps her brother. Little did she know that down the hall Babbette was finding out things about their brother that Bambi, so far, could only imagine. When they got to Bobby’s room Babbette and Bobby turned and faced each other in silence for several seconds before Babbette asked, “So what is it?”

Placing a hand on his sister’s spine Bobby leaned down close to her breasts with his nose in her cleavage as he sniffed in deeply he smirked, “Babs, I smell the sweet aroma of cunt cum on your boobs.”

She wanted to yank down the straps of her swimsuit right there and push his face hard into her tits but thought better of that idea. She thought she had gotten all of Bambi’s juices off of her giant orbs so there was no way Bobby could be smelling what he said he was. So feigning anger she snapped, “What the fuck are you talking about my boobs don’t smell like pussy juice.”

“The fuck they don’t; they smell like Bambi’s cunt. I heard her earlier tell you to fuck her clit with your tit. Then, I heard moaning so I can only assume that you did as she asked. So, it is my turn to fuck these titties of yours!” Bobby buried his face deep and hard in between her big globes and grabbed one of them with each hand. Babbette was embarrassed that Bobby had heard her with their sister but even more excited as this opened a whole new world.

“Oh my God, yes Bobby you can fuck them but only if you fuck me in the pussy, too.” Babbette yanked the straps of her swimsuit off of her shoulders and helped her brother peel the material from her tits. Her sibling hungrily dug into her boobs as she put her hands on the back of his head as if guiding him from spot to spot. Suddenly, she pulled away and ran the few steps to the bed giggling as she left him with his mouth open and telling him to strip as her suit fell to the floor.

“Oh yes, I’ll fuck you wherever you want with my cock babsy; fuck, you are unbelievably sexy!” It took less than thirty seconds for Bobby to join his sister on his bed. Straddling her hips he leaned down and they kissed passionately as a single drop of his pre-cum dripped on to his sister’s belly. He was too turned on to be slow and sweet so sitting straight up he positioned his erection in the valley between Babbette’s titties.

“Oh Bobby, that feels fantastic in there; oh fuck cum on my boobies for me.” All four of their hands worked playing with her boobs while, at the same time, pushing the orbs tightly together creating heavenly friction for Bobby’s cock. Bobby had never fucked a girl’s tits before and was finding it to be very erotic. His sister’s melons were red from all of their squeezing and pushing. In and Out his cock went between those soft firm orbs.

On virtually every upward stroke his prick hit Babbette’s chin. It was after a couple of minutes of this Babbette got an idea. On the next stroke she leaned her mouth forward and licked the head of that sexy cock. She got bolder and bolder swirling her tongue all around it longer and longer each time that it returned.

Both of them were moaning now as Babbette had dug her fingers into her brother’s ass as her tits seemed to be standing up on their own now. Not only did the cock between her breasts feel real good but she was tingling in her twat as well. His movements became harder and faster as he yelped, “Shit, Sis, I am gonna fucking cum!”

“Oh yes, cum on my boobies, cum all over them, Oh God Bobby do it cum all over me!” The dirty talk was just enough to drive the young man over the edge. His first shot hit his sister right in the chin. Pulling back a little and just a couple of inches away his next load hit her right nipple. His cock spasmed again and the third load covered her entire left boob as it was the biggest load yet. Babbette immediately started to paint his cum all over her chest.

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RICHARD:

These mechanical vehicles were fast, sickeningly so! I had never went so fast in my life! I held onto the rails, as the buggy jumped over hills. I wondered was this as fast or faster than Rejon. It definitely felt faster! However, the ride didn’t last too long! We arrived in the canyons an hour and a half later, everyone getting out.

We headed into Gou’s flat, his stable. There, Roi and Brija were, both training the two magnificent Dark Stags. After months of not seeing Bastion, his stripes were starting to fade and his straight horns, starting to curl. The young antelope was starting to look more bold, more confident than ever!

Rejon still looked regal with his giant dense main, hanging in curly shags. Bastion still had years ahead of him before his main grew to such proportions. As soon as Roi and Brija saw me, they stopped training, running over to me!

“Oh my GOD!” Brija screamed! She hugged me tightly, Roi doing the same.

Bastion paced over, sniffing me. He remembered my scent, his long black tongue slapping my face before he walked away.

“Gross…” I chucked.

Our embrace came to an end, Brija looking at my face.

“Fuck, what happened?” She asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” I said.

“You have to explain everything!” She said.

“I’m going to need some time to breathe a bit. That last few weeks have been…” I said, thinking about it all.

“That’s fine?” Roi said, “If you need anything…”

“Okay…” I said back, heading towards the stairs that led towards Gou’s abode. I waited for him to come. After several minutes he did, the Lutna Clan members not with him.

“Where’s everyone?” I asked.

“Yole is taking care of them. We’ll meet back up a few… I want to make sure you’re happily situated and will have everything you need. We can talk about things when you’re comfortable…” Gou said to me.

“Okay…” I shrugged, following him up the stairs.

Brija and Roi followed, closing the pin where the antelopes were behind them. We walked up the stairs into the home. To my surprise, Mercury was here along with another kid. This kid eyed me heavily, making me feel uncomfortable. I hurried along after Gou who led me to a room to stay in. The room was lavish with high end amenities just like my room back in the palace. This wouldn’t be hard to adjust.

“As for clothing? Um, this trader outpost is a functioning city and everyone knows who you are since, you know… free agent cover base, so you can take what you need…” Gou said, “But you’ll find toiletries stocked.” I looked at him indifferently.

“Okay…” I shrugged once again. He sighed, respectfully bowing and leaving. Brija followed him, leaving me with Roi.

“You don’t sound Okay…” He noted, standing there with arms folded.

“I’m not…” I said, plainly, “Shit sucks… I was trying my hardest to stay there, to keep everything not normal, but under control. But I got forced out…”

“Damn…” Roi said, taking a seat on an ottoman near the bed, ready to listen.

I hesitated, unsure if I were ready to tell him everything.

“Do you know how tiresome it all was, having to bust your ass to make sure things… my goal wasn’t even to make things work, it was to buy time for Kijus in the brothels, to sever Sir Socoshian’s ties. At first it worked but I didn’t quite know just how expansive his work really was. I mean it goes down deep!” I began to spill, “And the more time went on, the worse it all felt. Assassins tried to kill me, Roi…”

“What?” He asked, staggered.

“I was in the bathtub, sitting just relaxing. It had been a long day. Then I just felt these hands push me under and I couldn’t see who it was! I don’t know what happened but I panicked, fought back and somehow got him off of me so I could get myself out the bathtub. But I was done… That assassin came back with a knife but thankfully Knight Dior was there. He and Sir Ruben fended off the assassin until he somehow escaped. It shook me up a bit…” I said with a shiver.

“I bet. I’m so sorry you went through that. You heard from Kijus any? I haven’t since those last letters. With things going the way they are, I don’t even know how we’re going to even get back into the city…” Roi said.

“I don’t know either. I saw the takeover happen. There’s nothing we can do. All of ours is lost…” I sighed. Roi looked at me saddened, somewhat shocked as well. It seemed my words confirmed it all.

“What about Kijus?” He asked.

“I don’t know…” I shrugged, so torn, “I’ve been on the fence about him. He maybe was truthful with us, but not completely honest. He hid so much. We felt like we knew him so well but did we really? We know his name and where he’s from, and that’s it… This says a lot because we knew him prior to all of this for four months! FOUR FUCKING MONTHS! I don’t know the man I love… Do I even love him?”

Roi didn’t like these second thoughts coming from me. It made him withdraw a Sütçüler Escort bit before he took in a deep breathe.

“His acts were selfless towards us! You don’t think he’d be there for us? I believe him! He seems a man of his word! Do you know what he did for Mercury?”

“I know… I’m well aware… It shocked me! He can leave the brothels any time he wants…” I said.

“Have you forgotten why he’s there?” Roi asked.

“In some futile attempt to find his sister?” I said back.

“Wish him luck!” Roi scolded, growing upset, “Get out of this funk, brother! Things will turn around…”

“I don’t see how! Mother’s dead… Father’s dead… Our fortune is gone! We have nothing! NOTHING!” I said, growing teary.

Roi gulped, finding it hard to come back from this.

“We’ll come back!” He said, too growing teary. I sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Roi left, closing the door softly behind himself. I don’t know how long I was laying there but it felt like forever. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how we went from being everything to absolutely nothing. I missed the power I had, being able to rule even the little of what I did rule.

Soon, knocking on my door broke these depressing thoughts. It was Gou followed by a number of Free Agents as well as Dior and Ruben.

“You’re well?” Gou asked.

“Well enough…” I shrugged.

“Okay… So, since we still have assets in the city, we can’t exactly win you your palace back just yet.” Gou said. This news frustrated me beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“WHO?” I demanded.

“Kijus…” Gou said.

“FUCK HIM! Get me my palace back, NOW! Kill Sir Socoshian, wherever he squirmed off too!” I said.

“It’s not that simple…” Gou said, pulling out a record of information about Kijus, “Kijus is a prince of a tribe, an entire nation of people… The Blessed Ones of Illisia! He has this right by birth due to his father’s death and role to his people! We can’t simply move yet! His mission for his sister is actually quite important for politics back in Illisia. Not only that, but he’s still the nephew of great, great warrior kings far to the South of Illisian soil…Whether he acknowledges them or not, the boy’s wealth is obscene! His well being is just as important as yours…”

“But now he’s in my way!” I said back.

“He’s also an ally! I must warn you now, Richard! The way you are talking is alarming and you need to rein this in! Having Kijus on your side could mean having not only one nation but two nations on your side!” Gou said.

“So I’m just supposed to sit here and wait while Socoshian ruins everything, like I’m not a priority?” I asked, growing more upset.

“Everything Sir Socoshian is doing can be completely undone but you just need patience!” Gou said, growing frustrated with me.

“I fear the King has too many stresses at the time and he needs some relaxation.” Dior said. I looked at him, angered. However the concern on his face made my immediate reaction dissipate.

“Very well… I’ll leave you all to talk…” Gou said. Ruben and Dior nodded as Gou and the free agents left. They gave a collective sigh, gearing to tell me something.

“We can’t stay…” He said.

“What do you mean we can’t stay? Where will we go?” I asked.

“I mean us two. Ruben and I have to depart… for now. There are only four Lutna clan left in this region.” He responded.

“So you’re just going to leave me?” I asked, devastated.

“For now, but we’ll be back. We’ll always be loyal to you and your family!” Ruben bowed.

“Leave…” I demanded. It shocked him and Dior. Ruben nodded, doing so. Dior stayed.

“Don’t be upset, your Grace… Please don’t! This is for you! We’ll…”

“GOOOO!” I screamed, pointing to the door.

He did so, his eyes welling up. I was left in the room alone to these awful thoughts. Eventually sleep draped over my mind. When I woke up, I did feel better, a lot better. However there was still a piece of me feeling void. Something within me was dying to fill this void, to find a way to fill this cavernous hole trying to swallow me. It was so strange, as though I was fighting with a huge, gaping abyss that wanted nothing but to consume me.

“You feeling better?” Someone startled me.

It was Roi sitting on the ottoman, reading over something.

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to it. He handed it to me. It was a letter from Kijus. I didn’t know what to make of it, unsure if I really wanted to read it. One thing was for certain though. My feelings for Kijus weren’t the same as they once were. I sighed, reading it.

‘Gou,

What the fuck is this? What happened? I heard that evil nobleman has taken over everything!I sent Richard a letter but Bazahra returned saying he was gone! I don’t know anything from here, what’s going on, ANYTHING! Before I do something stupid, please tell me Richard is okay, safe somewhere! I need to know… Please, I’ll Sütçüler Escort Bayan give it three hours to see a response and if not, guarantee I’m looking for him!

I need to know what happened? It’s hard being here, putting up with the horrors of this brothel, being away from the man I love, having my own investigation going on, still being a wanted man, and having so many new and changing variables pop up. I don’t know if I’m close to quitting but, maybe we also need to rethink this strategy. It may have seemed like a decision from my heart to join this brothel in a search for my sister but, no!

This was a well plotted, pre-thought pre-coursed plan of option because it was my last resort! But with the slow pace of this operation, and the fast pace of what’s changing around me, I’m slowing things down and I don’t think that’s fair! What should I do, Gou? This all is weighing so heavy on me, like you don’t understand, I’m barely holding together… Just advise me, tell me if Richard is safe, and guide me through this… please!

Kijus’

“So,” I began, placing the letter beside me on the bed, “He’s still not telling us shit. What’s going on in there? If I mean as much as he says, he should tell me.” Roi looked at me, shocked.

“I can’t imagine how hard it must be for him in there. It’d be hard for us, but think about it from his perspective for a moment! He’s a foreign national, really, whose whole premise for existence is perfection, regalness, class, purity! At the same time, he is a warrior people! Do you know what this means?” Roi retorted, clearly upset with me.

“What, Roi?” I said, not liking his scolding tone.

“It means that there is a certain level of class he holds himself to, but guess what? Everything he has ever learned, everything he was ever taught has been uprooted and undermined and for me to say it is a culture shock is an understatement! He is having to conform to new rules, new ways of living, new everything, all for the two people he loves the most. You have someone willing to break out of a brothel, risk his life and his mission to save you, because he loves you!” Roi said, acting it all out with his hands. He looked at me with longing, as if he gave me puzzle pieces to solve some complex riddle and if the answer was as plain as day.

“Okay…” I shrugged.

“And you don’t see how selfish and stupid you sound? The last few weeks you spent alone in the palace have changed you…” He said, shaking his head in disapproval. This bit at my skin.

“What do you mean?” I asked daringly with arms folded.

“I mean EXACTLY what I stated! You’re not my brother any more! You’re this entitled, rotten man who’s lost his humility…” He said. It definitely got to me.

“Well if you were there for two weeks trying to hold on to the remnants of what once was a great empire, you’d change too! You don’t know what it’s LIKE to sit there and not be able to do anything as people just undermine who you are, and violate what’s yours and rightfully yours! You can’t sit here and tell me that you wouldn’t change…” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Roi’s freckled face turned so red. I had never seen him get this angry! With every exhale, his nostrils flared! Mother’s penetrating eyes came out of him!

“I don’t know what it’s like to have someone violate what yours? To be undermined as an individual?” He asked calmly, “From the time I was seven, to the time I WAS FIFTEEN, I WAS RAPED AND MOLESTED! MY FATHER TURNED HIS BACK ON ME! My mother was OBLIVIOUS! YOU didn’t know! Brija didn’t KNOW! I was not my own at all! You think you lost it all? I never had it from the GET GO! I wish father loved me the way he loved you! I wished he would have had a spine and PROTECTED me from that preying little coward that he let take the empire right from his hands! Father called me unworthy of ruling! He called me unworthy of being his SON! The only reason he didn’t just cast me away was because of MOTHER! I can’t believe you!” He began to get to his feet, pointing at my chest, “I see it now… I see it as plain as day… We can never right ourselves by each other! I will never matter as much to you as your ego matters to your damn self! You’re just stupid! Plain stupid! You don’t deserve Kijus! You really don’t! That boy gave himself to you! To you! He made a sacred place for you! No one… NO ONE ELSE matters beyond that to him… at all,” He snattched the letter from me, “Can you not see this from the FUCKING letter? He LOVES YOU!”

I just looked at him, too shocked to respond. I had never seen Roi this explosive, this raw, this upset. He always was this timid, easily pushed over boy! He said that I had changed a lot. No, he did! He made me feel fear, right now. Roi sighed, backing away. His breathing was slow but heavy as he began to reign in his temper.

“I see…” He said, “You don’t even want to try and reconcile things…”

Roi turned, heading towards the door. It then hit me! Escort Sütçüler That whole while, he was trying to talk to me!

“Roi wait…” I said. The boy didn’t even bother to turn to acknowledge me as he headed towards the door. I followed, him, “Roi… Okay, I’m sorry! This is a lot for me.”

“This is a lot for us all, Richard! You’re not the only one being affected here! Brija and I are both as much as victims as you are.” He said calmly.

“Okay… Okay…” I said, losing it all, tears just flurrying out, “I’m at my wit’s end here! Like… everything is so overwhelming and everyone is not making it easy… This isn’t easy…”

“You’ve reached your breaking point. Everyone’s a little bit different.” He said, pulling me in for a hug, “Just know that, we have each other! I’m in the same boat as you and so is Brija…”

“Alright.” I nodded, wiping my tears.

“Let’s get you some essentials… We haven’t seen each other in weeks. Catch me up on everything.” I said, continuing onward.

“Alright…” He said.

We walked down the stairs, everyone in the house sitting silent with awkward stairs between each other. It was clear our big fight was heard even three flights down in the rest of the home. Gou, his grandmother Yen, Mercury, his friend, or even Brija said not a thing.

“Where are you two going?” Brija asked as she saw us heading towards the door.

“We’re going to pick up some clothes for him,” Roi said, pointing to me, “And just have a little brother time…”

“Okay…” She said, sounding quite disappointed. It was clear she wanted to tag along but her time would come. She sat back down, Gou looking at her warmly as he pinned a response to the letter Kijus wrote.

Roi and I left the abode, a lurking question swimming in my head.

“Is Gou moving in on our sister?” I asked.

“I can’t be too sure.” Roi shrugged, “They’re close but he’s considerably older than her and I doubt he’ll pursue anything. But she likes him a lot.”

“He also likes her.” I chuckled.

“With him being a Free Agent, essentially a spy, him having a relationship with a royal makes fundamentally no sense so I’m sure that’s another reason he wouldn’t attempt a relationship with her.” Roi noted.

“True.” I nodded.

We walked through the canyon outpost, homes and stores carved into the side, running deep into the canyon. From the outside, it looked bleak, stairs carved into the canyon side and a few windows as well. However, on the inside were incredible, incredible stores where the technology could just blow your mind.

Everything was run by Free Agents. It was an incredible operation that ran deeper than anything Sir Socoshian could build.

“I love this place…” I sighed as Roi led me into a clothing retailer.

“Yeah, I was thinking about just staying permanently.” I said.

“Why?” I asked.

“I realized that the royal court life just isn’t for me. I like this freedom to just go!” He said.

“But you belong to the royal court! Everything about you is royal!” I said, unable to wrap my head around this.

“I don’t know. I’ve been inspired to by hearing about Kijus’s father! He was a man with an incredibly free will and a longing for adventure but simplicity. It was why he left the Zamb Lands and treked through the Great Rift to the Blessed Lands. I’m not saying I want some journey like that but I need a change of pace. Maybe I’ll go to the Caucasus Mountains which is fairly close.” I said.

“What’s there?” I asked, somewhat curious.

“There are these giant sheep-like antelope called ibex. They’re like dark stags but instead of being incredibly fast, they’re incredibly sheer footed. We’re talking about an animal that can walk on a near vertical cliff face. The Syu people there use these ibex to traverse these mountains. Not only that but there are giant bears, giant owls, cave leopards, saber toothed cats, woodland buffalo, just a plethora of fauna…” Roi said full of excitement.

“That sounds dangerous.” I said, looking at him as a large selection of clothes lay across my arm.

“It is.” I sighed, “But, I’m up for the task. And I’m dying to see those giant owls. Reports say they are like Silver’s size.”

“Okay, now that sounds tempting. You know Streaker flew away?” I asked. Roi looked at me shocked.

“No…” He gasped.

“Yeah. My fateful red-breast left my side. I miss him a lot and I do want another raptor.” I sighed, going over to another section of the store.

“From what I’ve read. The Syu people do something akin to what Kijus does, hunt from the back of his stag with a raptor, but in a more extreme way. I heard they use these giant owls to hunt prey while on the back of an ibex. I’m dying to know.” Roi said, so much excitement on his face. It made me smile to see him happy again.

“Your heart seems genuinely there for this place.” I noted.

“It is, and I can’t wait to go. I bet it would be so humbling.” Roi smiled with child like anticipation.

“When do you plan on going” I asked.

“I don’t know. If I could do it now I would but I have to wait to see how things go.” He shrugged.

“What all would you bring?”

“Not a damn thing. Kijus father didn’t bring anything. Neither will I.” Roi said.

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This is an eight-chapter series that will complete posting before the end of June. The chronological fit for Death to Blonds in the previously published promiscuous bottom NYPD detective Clint Folsom mystery series is after the conclusion of Death in Eden . The chronology of the books of the Clint Folsom mystery series that are posted to Literotica (only half of the Clint Folsom series are posted to Literotica) run in the following order: Death on the Rhine, Death in Eden, Death to Blonds, Death in Key West, Death in the Rockies.

*****

It had been a rough day. A witness in a high-profile gangster’s trial had gone missing the previous night, and Detective Clint Folsom, along with other guys from Homicide had been called in to help the beat cops try to find him and get him to the courthouse today. The condition they’d found him in in a New Jersey landfill meant there would be no court appearance for him today—and maybe no court case, as he had been the star witness for the prosecution. So another night wasted away, and they were more behind than they were ahead.

Clint should have gone home this evening and slept it off, as he’d been given leave to do. But Clint was keyed up and bummed out, and so he’d done what he usually did in this situation. He went cruising the gay bars of lower Manhattan to both remember and to forget. Today it was The Dugout on Christopher Street, near the docks. It just felt like a docks day to Clint. When he was in the mood for rich, older men, he went to the bars in Chelsea. When he wanted it rough from a muscle man, he went down by the docks at the tip of Manhattan. This evening he wanted to feel something. He hadn’t felt much of anything the previous twenty-four hours, knowing the search would be fruitless and once more the gangsters would win. He wanted to be touched—deep. And nothing touched him anymore short of rough sex.

It was a slow night in The Dugout, an on-the-margin club, where big guys mingled with the leather and bear crowd on weekday nights after the after-work Wall Street types had cleared out after hooking up, or not—a place where you didn’t normally camp out. You either hooked up fairly quickly or you looked over the crowd and decided to try it out farther up into the Village. If ships were in, there might be something from guys in want coming off the ships or beefy stevedores ready to party after a hard day on the docks, though, so if you were looking for what Clint was looking for tonight, it was worth a shot. On these nights, the men from the ships and dock nights, the testosterone could get so thick in the air that men got fucked right there in the barroom itself on the tabletops. Clint was so keyed up that this was what he had in mind.

He had done it before, and all of the men gathered around, watching, licking their lips, and pulling on their meat while he was getting on a table top, Clint knowing that each of them wanted to be doing that to him—and then some of them following the first—gave Clint an added high. This pushed all of Clint’s fetish buttons.

The club was in its waning days and there was a hard core of patrons who acted like they owned the place and smoked up a storm and were forever playing heavy-metal band music on the juke box at near-deafening volume. That usually sent Clint on his way as soon as he cased the crowd and saw the docks had been quiet that day. But today, although there obviously had only been a few ships at the piers, the regular crowd was taking the night off.

So Clint was taking his time, leaning against a stool with his back against the bar, nursing a beer, and checking out the room. Several in the room were interested in him. He was far enough away from the precinct and his usual haunts for them not to mark him as a cop, and, although now slightly past thirty, he was still to be considered “a real catch.” And, since he was obviously surveying the room, he was understood to be attainable—by someone.

The most likely one he could see through the smoke covering the tables in the dimly lit room was probably a stevedore, judging by the muscles bulging below his armless T-shirt and what appeared to be an oft-broken nose. He was an ugly son-of-a-bitch, but if he was hung like he was built, he was pretty much the punishment that Çolaklı Escort Clint was looking for this evening. Clint was an unabashed stereotype; he liked them thick and long. Clint’s thrill was in making the big ones disappear inside him and to dig deeper.

The problem with this guy was that he hadn’t seen Clint yet—or, if he had, he wasn’t interested. There were a couple of young, foreign guys—probably eastern Europeans off a freighter—that the stevedore was all over. There was every indication that he was propositioning them both, and there was a good possibility that he wanted to take them together. He had the look of being capable of doing so, which was why Clint was interested in him. This was a “punish me” evening for Clint. If it had been two hulking stevedores on one slim, young sailor, Clint would have been even more interested himself. He was partial to attention from more than one.

Beyond this guy, the best possibility that Clint could see was a hunky guy standing at attention by a door leading to the back of the premises. He was suited out in black and was wearing sunglasses despite how dim the lighting already was in the bar. But he wore the suit well—a bulky chest tapering down to a slim waist and what looked like beefy thighs below. Clint couldn’t tell whether he was playing cigar store Indian or waiting for his turn to go to the back. The detective had been here before, so he knew there were rooms at the back. He usually preferred going off premises to play out his fantasies, though—except for keyed-up evenings like this, where he was more in the mood to do it on a tabletop with others watching.

After surveying the room again, Clint’s eyes went back to the man standing at attention by the door. With the guy wearing sunglasses, Clint couldn’t tell whether the guy was checking him out too—but the detective would remain open to that possibility.

He would give it several minutes to simmer—or maybe develop, with more patrons arriving. He turned to the bar and worked on getting the attention of the barkeep. There was only one guy working behind the bar, and the orders were running him ragged even though the club wasn’t filled. Clint worked hard at not being irritated he had to track the guy down, but once he’d caught the guy’s attention, the bartender pulled away from what he was doing and came right to Clint.

“Another one like that one?” he asked. He was giving Clint the glad eye, obviously liking what he saw. And Clint wasn’t going to complain, because the bartender had obviously stopped serving a couple of other guys to get to him. He couldn’t resist saying something, though.

“Yeah, please, another one. You look swamped and the rush hasn’t started yet. Somebody didn’t show to work the bar tonight, or is management trying to save bucks?”

“Greg’s around here someplace and will be back in a few,” the bartender answered. “And another guy will be in before the place fills up. And, I gotta say you’re a real honey. When more help comes on, maybe, if you’re interested, I could pull away and—”

“Yeah, maybe, if I’m still here,” Clint answered. He knew it wouldn’t happen, though. The guy was the willowy, flouncy type. He’d obviously misread Clint. He probably wanted the same thing Clint did—and wanted it from Clint. That happened to Clint a lot. He just came across as a top. But that wasn’t at all what he wanted.

Clint nursed the second beer. If nothing was happening by the time he finished this, he’d try another bar. But he really didn’t want to have to work hard at this. He wanted something, and he wanted it now. It had been a rough day. In fact, it had been a rough week and month—he’d been working double time ever since he’d come back to the city from the detail with his old friend and lover, Peter Blair, down in that rich county in northern Virginia. Peter had it real cushy down there. And he’d pushed Clint hard to transfer down there where he was county sheriff—and to return to Peter’s bed.

Each time Clint had a day like he’d had today, he found himself reconsidering Peter’s offer more and more seriously. He’d given Peter a flat no, saying the offer of the bed and servicing weren’t bad—Peter could cock rough and was built big—but Peter was under the thumb Çolaklı Escort Bayan of the county politicos who demanded to be more equal than anyone else, and the action in Virginia just wasn’t as exciting as it was in New York City. Of course, it was the excitement of the city’s crime that was giving Clint a headache now.

He sensed movement out of the side of his vision and Clint turned his head in time to see a bottle-blond guy in his late twenties, cute and twinky, closing the door to the back and walking around to the back of the bar. The statue guy standing next to the door had given him a good looking over and then had opened the door and gone into the back himself.

The blond was walking sort of bowlegged and had a glazy-eyed look about him for several minutes after getting behind the bar. He was working in slow motion to begin with, and those he was serving had to hail him more than once to get his attention. But he snapped out of it soon enough and started chatting up the guys at the bar, including Clint. And before Clint knew it, he had a third beer in front of him, so he decided to stay on until that was done.

The club was filling up now, and the prospects were increasing. Most of the men arriving were built and more of them were in leather. They all also were zeroing in on Clint after having assessed the room. By the time Clint was finishing off his third beer, a big bruiser of a Russian sailor type was at Clint’s side, a hand on the small of Clint’s back, and offering to stand him another beer. Another big, rough-featured but heavily muscled guy—quite apparently a friend of the Russian and maybe from one of the Baltic countries himself—was crowding Clint from the back.

Clint accepted the beer, thinking that these two might be just the ticket to scratch the itch he had. The Russian man’s leather vest was open, revealing a well-muscled, hairy chest. That was OK with Clint too. The other hulk wore a tight T and faded jeans.

“You just lookin’ for a drink?” the Russian asked, his voice growly and his mouth close to Clint’s ear.

“I wouldn’t have come in here if I wasn’t looking for more,” Clint answered.

The Russian took Clint’s hand in his and moved it to his crotch. “This enough more for you? Or maybe I move too fast.”

The man behind Clint had a hand squeezing one of Clint’s butt cheeks. “Maybe we could do a two for one,” he muttered. His accent was heavy, but Clint didn’t have any difficulty understanding what he said.

“I wasn’t planning on spending long to get what I want,” Clint answered. “And I’m not disappointed in the possibilities.”

“You take us both?” This from the guy behind Clint.

“I don’t see why not. Here or do you have someplace you want to go?”

The Russian was about to respond to that, still holding Clint’s hand to his crotch, when all three of them heard a door slam shut and turned their heads toward the back wall of the room. The man who had just walked through that door was tall and broad-shouldered. He was maybe in his late forties, but he was a massively built, body-builder-muscled man. A swarthy complexion and black curly hair—Sicilian was Clint’s first thought—and he had a mean look in his face of getting what he wanted or else.

He let his eye roam around the room. Clint heard a little moan behind him, and sensed the blond bartender, Greg, shrinking away and down the length of the bar as far as he could go. Even the Russian and his friend who were putting the moves on Clint seemed to shrink away. The Russian dropped the hand holding Clint’s hand to his crotch, and Clint moved his away.

The Sicilian man’s eyes came to rest on Clint and his eyes slitted. A smile that didn’t really seem to be a smile crossed the man’s face. He was the veritable essence of power and evil.

Clint wanted him. He sensed that this man could give him what the two others together couldn’t. He turned his body to face the man. The Russian, standing behind Clint now, put his hands on Clint’s waist, and Clint leaned back into his body and gave the Sicilian a challenging look.

The dangerous-looking man took a couple of steps toward the bar, and Clint saw that the man who had been standing beside the door moved forward Escort Çolaklı with him, a few steps behind the Sicilian. Both men looked over Clint’s shoulder, and Clint could feel the hands of the Russian trembling. And then the hands were gone and the Russian too no longer was standing behind Clint. The other guy already had faded away.

The Sicilian walked up to the bar. “You look like someone. I know, you look like that big-time movie star what got killed falling off the Pacific Highway. You know, the guy in that beefy lumberjack movie.” He snapped his fingers and the bodyguard behind him showed for the first time that he could speak.

“You mean Sloan? Scott Sloan?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Scott Sloan,” the Sicilian said, not taking his eyes off Clint. “And his last movie, High Timber. I saw the special cut of that.” He almost winked at Clint at that revelation. The special cut of High Timber had been a graphic gay male version that now was a very, very expensive collector’s item. “You ever hear you look like—?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Clint answered. He was rather tired of being told he looked like Scott Sloan, although it undoubtedly was a big reason men—and women—gravitated to him. There was a good reason he looked like the dead actor. Scott Sloan had been his father. Clint had come East to try to overcome that connection.

“Well, it hangs good on you. What’s this piss you drinkin’? You got Black Label back there?” He raised his voice for this last statement to get the bartenders’ attention. It wasn’t Greg who showed up to answer that they had it, but the other bartender, who appeared immediately.

“What you do for a real man’s drink?” he turned and asked Clint, his eyes piercing, his smile cruel.

“Whatever a real man wants,” Clint answered.

“You take a real man’s cock?”

Clint liked the directness of this man. “If it’s big enough.”

“You expect money?”

“Not if it’s big enough.”

The Sicilian smiled a toothy almost smile. “I like a piece of tail don’t beat around the bush. We drink. Then you come with me.” It wasn’t a request.

Clint hadn’t expected to be doing it in the back of a car, but it was a limousine and there was plenty of room—room enough for three when it came to the limo being parked in an underground parking lot and the bodyguard, who also was the chauffeur, being invited to join them in the back.

While the car was on the move, the Sicilian sat in the middle of the backseat and Clint rode his cock, facing him, while the Sicilian slapped him around a bit and choked him until he was turning blue. Exhausted and fighting for breath, Clint laid over on his side docilely along the backseat and hooked one heel on the top of the seat and leveraged off the ceiling of the automobile with the ball of his other foot as the Sicilian knelt between his legs and rammed his staff up into Clint’s channel again and again and again. His beefy hands went back to Clint’s throat. Clint was so far out of it that he wasn’t sure whether he was being taken in succession or together after the chauffeur was invited into the back.

Whenever he was about to drift off into unconsciousness, a vial of poppers would be waved under his nose and his eyes would pop open, a kaleidoscope of colors would revolve in his head, and he could feel the intensity of a cock working inside him again.

Toward dawn, the limo was on the road again, and when it stopped, he was pushed out onto the ground in the middle of a cemetery, legs still splayed open as they would be for some time before he could close them, and his clothes were thrown out on top of him. He rolled over as the limo pulled away and tried to sit up, but his head was spinning, his ass was on fire, and he just laid back down with a groan.

He was completely spent and totally satiated. It was exactly the punishing fucking that he had wanted.

This was Clint Folsom. Clint was what was known as a satyriasist—the male equivalent of a nymphomaniac. He was normal in most ways. He just needed to be fucked constantly to be satisfied—and in his case he was most satisfied when the fuck was rough. And such were his looks and animal magnetism that there was no end to men willing to fulfill his need.

This was how he punished himself for what he saw as a wasted life of disappointment, guilt, and regret. And this was how he forgot the cases that threatened to get at him. He hadn’t thought about that broken young man they’d found in the New Jersey landfill the entire time the Sicilian and his chauffeur had been working him over.

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Author’s Note

This continues a re-telling of my Homelands series. I’m proud of the original versions but don’t feel that they lived up to their full potential. This time around, you can expect a slower pace, stronger characterization, and a less grandiose plot. This is no longer an epic fantasy, with a huge battle between good and evil waiting at the end. If you read the original versions, you should feel as though you’re revisiting old friends, but you shouldn’t assume that you know how their story ends. If you haven’t, there is no need to do so. This re-telling is meant to stand on its own and is my preferred version of the tale.

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“Well, look who it is,” Frank said, smacking the top of Liz’s moleskin notebook.

After scowling at him for messing up her neat penmanship, his aunt looked out the window to where Dom and Brie had just rounded the corner. Meanwhile, Frank did his best to fix that last sentence. The result of his cantrip might not fool a handwriting expert, but no one else would guess that a careless nephew’s interruption had made her hand slip.

“One doesn’t often see them about town,” Liz said flatly.

“Not during the day, no.” All of the Orwins enjoyed Harveston’s nightlife from time to time, but only Liz and Frank regularly left the manor while the sun was still up. And when the others did so, it was more likely to go hiking or apple picking than clothes shopping or to enjoy a cup of coffee while taking in a lecture or a play performance.

“Did you fix that?” Liz said, looking down at her notebook. She gave Frank a weak smile and patted his hand. There was something sad about the gesture, though, and he didn’t think that was because she felt bad about scowling at him. It was like she wanted to be happier with him, feeling on some level as though he deserved that, but simply wasn’t.

Or perhaps he was projecting.

His brother waved to him from across the street. “I think they’re coming here.”

“Hmph,” Liz said as Frank waved back to his brother. She capped her pen, placed it amidst a bed of felt, and closed the pen box—all with crisp, deliberate motions.

Frank reached across the table and folded a hand atop hers. “I’m sure they won’t stay long. And I’d be happy to discuss the themes of Act Two after they leave.”

His aunt favored him with a wan smile. “I know,” she told him, sighing. Then she marked her page with an orange leaf and put everything back in her quilted handbag.

It never took much to make her sulk like that, at least not since that morning with his mother. To the best of Frank’s knowledge, Liz had no idea what had happened in that shower—the words that had been exchanged and the rules that had been broken. That didn’t seem to matter, though. Either Frank hadn’t done such a good job of acting the same way around her or something in his Libido gave it away. One way or another, she knew. For all her talk of understanding that committed, exclusive relationships weren’t really a thing in Autumn, it seemed that some part of his aunt had held out hope for exactly that. She seemed to realized that she had no right to expect such, and that kept her from expressing her feelings, but it didn’t stop the weary sighs and frowns of resignation.

Could he really blame her? Frank had told her that there were certain things he could only share with her, which was true, and that had seemed to help. His mom was known to turn a few pages, but bodice-rippers were all that interested her. Well, that, cookbooks, and women’s magazines—which didn’t seem to exist in Autumn. While her interests outside the bedroom didn’t really align with his, though, she still meant more to him than anyone else ever could or would. So much that it was actually scary. Frank remembered all too well how it felt to have stronger feelings for someone than they had in return. In some ways, that was worse than truly unrequited love because it impossible to move on when the potential was clearly there. And it was, no doubt about it. If his attempt at finally winning his mother over had failed, Frank would poured everything he had into his relationship with his aunt while trying to forget about her sister. Had that happened, Liz wouldn’t be able to fill the hole in his heart, yet Frank figured they’d have been pretty happy together all the same.

“Hey there, smallest of fucksticks,” Dom called out as he walked through the door to Talking Leaves. The place wasn’t terribly crowded, but there were a few other couples there—all of whom now had a reason to stare at Frank and snicker. As many of them did.

Casually flipping his brother off seemed like an appropriate response.

“Aunt Liz,” Dom added, sweeping his eyes over her. “You look lovely, as always.”

There was nothing lascivious about the way he’d looked at her, nor perfunctory about his praise. Given how prone the guy was to undressing women with his eyes, and how often that led to them undressing themselves a few minutes Eskisanayi Escort later, it was easy to forget that Dom could actually pay a compliment without flirting—that charm was a weapon in his arsenal, if not one he frequently deployed seeing as the others were more effective.

Not so long ago, Frank would have chafed at that reminder. Ever since their mother had proclaimed her love for him, though, he found his animosity towards his brother fading. The guy could still be a jerk, but Frank no longer had any reason to be jealous of him. And without that, mild annoyance was about all his brother could elicit from him.

“Oh, you two,” their aunt said, pulling on the edge of her embroidered shawl. It was hard to tell whether she was hiding the tiny bit of cleavage not already concealed by her dress or just making sure that the centerpiece of her ensemble got noticed. The former seemed more like her, but the sudden activity in her Libido seemed to suggest the latter.

Hardly a minute ago, she’d resented the intrusion. Now, she was smiling demurely at his brother. Whoever said that flattery will get you nowhere was an idiot.

“You need to find yourself a nicer piece of arm candy,” Frank told Brie, looking her over.

It was not without some justification that he did so, either. Yes, Dom looked pretty dapper in his brown slacks, burgundy dress shirt, and a vest with silk leaves sewn into it, but their cousin looked even more stunning than usual. Ordinarily, if their cousin bothered with anything more than lingerie, she opted for a “cutesy” look; more sorority girl than fashionista. Not that afternoon, though. She was wearing calf boots, a faux suede skirt that nearly reached the ankle on one side but stopped well short of the other knee, and a tight pink sweater. Comparing her to a runway model was never much of a stretch, not with that face, but that made even more sense when she was dressed to the nines. Liz’s white maxi and sensible flats looked plain in comparison, with or without her statement shawl.

“Believe me, I’ve tried,” Brianna said, throwing Dom a quick grin.

“You’re one to talk,” Frank’s brother told him, taking in his jeans and a tee shirt.

The only reaction that got out of him, however, was an indifferent shrug. His brother could say whatever he wanted about his fashion sense, or lack thereof. It didn’t even matter that their mother more or less agreed. She still looked at him as though he was what made life worth living. How could anything else possibly matter in light of that?

“What brings you two into town?” Liz asked the new arrivals.

“She wants to expand her wardrobe,” Dom said with a jerk of his thumb towards Brie.

Raising an eyebrow at his brother, Frank said, “And you let her drag you along?”

“Oh, there’s something in it for me,” Dom replied with a wolfish grin. He wrapped an arm around their cousin’s waist and pulled so that her hip bumped into his. “I was promised a blowjob for every other outfit she tries on. Isn’t that right?”

“That was the deal,” she said. “I don’t remember saying you could tell anyone, though.”

“Does he know you don’t actually need to try anything on?” Frank asked Brianna. All their cousin needed was some inspiration; the actual garments, she’d conjure herself.

Dom rolled his eyes. Of course he did. Neither of Frank’s brothers were as inclined to spend their mornings seated by an alcove reading a book about magic from the family library, but certain things had been obvious to them even back in the simulation.

“He’s sharper than he looks,” Brie replied, giving his brother another one of those don’t-believe-a-word-I-say looks. Her eyes glimmered that time as well. Not only didn’t that bother Frank, but he realized that he was actually happy for Dom. Whether the jerk deserved a tenth of the happiness their cousin might bring him, after all the suffering he’d caused over the years, was open for debate; Frank just couldn’t hold that against him, though.

“Why don’t I go with her and let you two catch up?” Liz said, grabbing her handbag before either brother could object. “My own wardrobe could stand some sprucing.”

Giving her mother a surprised but approving look, Brie said, “Yeah, okay.” She turned to Dom. “You guys don’t get much bro time these days, do you?”

“Can’t say I miss it,” Dom told her with a half shrug.

Frank snorted into his coffee mug.

“First thing we need to do is introduce you to a color that’s not a shade of white,” their cousin said, looping an arm through their aunt’s while looking her outfit over.

“This doesn’t count?” Liz retorted with another yank of her shawl.

“I’m not talking about accessories.”

Looking over her shoulder at Frank, Liz said, “I’m having second thoughts.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t make you to expand your horizons,” Brie said, rolling her eyes.

As Dom took the seat their aunt had occupied, he and Frank shared Eskisanayi Escort Bayan a chuckle. No misogynistic remark passed through his lips, either, be it faint or otherwise, allowing Frank to enjoy the moment without guilt or a temptation to reprimand his brother.

After the women left, and the brunette from the next table over fetched Dom a drink just so she’d have an excuse to introduce herself, Dom cleared his throat and said to Frank, “Actually we came into town looking for you. The clothes shopping part was improv.”

“You didn’t know I’d be with her?” Frank asked, eyebrow raised. Perhaps, though, the more important question was what his brother had to say that their aunt couldn’t hear.

“Of course I did,” Dom said derisively. “I just didn’t have a plan for how to get rid of her,” he added before trying the coffee. Judging by how wide his eyes went, he agreed that the scarecrow baristas knew their trade. “Because I’m smart like that.”

“So what you really mean is that this is the part you’re pulling out of your ass,” Frank said. He took another sip of his own coffee, which truly was amazing. “There’s something you probably should have told me earlier, and might not have until next week if it weren’t for our cousin, but it sounds better if you pretend you came into town on my account.”

With a shrug, his brother said, “That sounds like me. Does it really matter whether I meant to find you when I left the manor or not? Wouldn’t you rather hear what I have to say now and worry about whether I’m an asshole later?”

“Oh, we both know you’re an asshole. That’s not in dispute.”

Dom pointed a finger gun at him and chuckled.

The girl who’d brought him a coffee was pretending not to listen in on their conversation but wasn’t doing a very good job of it. That made Frank snort. No one ever seemed to care what he and Liz talked about, even if they did belong to one of the most prominent houses in Autumn. The moment Dom walked into the coffee shop, though, the Orwin name meant something. Of course it wasn’t about their name at all; it was how Dom carried himself. That, and how obvious it was that Frank and his aunt never discussed anything juicy. In the past, he’d have been bothered by that. No more. He did, however, find it amusing.

After erecting sound barrier, Frank asked his brother what the big secret was.

“How long has it been since we’ve caught up?” Dom said.

Frank shrugged. He wasn’t sure whether to let the dodge frustrate him. Curiosity was not something he dealt well with, but it was so rare for his brother be polite that he felt he ought to incentive more of it by playing along. “Not since we got here, really.”

Some nights there was nothing going on at the dance studio, and that often meant he and Liz would take a break to catch up on reading or just have a little alone time before she showed up at his door wearing stockings and lingerie. Frank would occasionally get hungry around the same time as other people and so some number of them would end up having dinner together. Dom had been there a couple times and they’d engaged in small talk. The closest he and his brother had come to spending time alone together, however, had been that morning with their mother. There hadn’t been a whole lot of talking then, though.

The start of a new relationship could make one forget about the other people in their lives, and that was basically what they were all experiencing. Before long, Frank suspected, he and his brothers would be heading to the bar to complain about their women over a few beers while the female contingent stayed behind to do the same with mixed drinks, a bottle of wine, and back-to-back episodes of The Gilmore Girls. Until then, though, they were a bunch of disgustingly affectionate couples, open to the occasional partner swapping or group sex, who just happened to live under the same roof. And share a lot of genetic material.

“How are things with Aunt Liz?” Dom asked, sounding as though he actually cared.

Perhaps that wasn’t so surprising. For all that Dom had caused him more pain growing up than Todd had, he’d always been the first to ask how things were going and whether there was anything he could do to help—on those rare occasions when he wasn’t the cause of Frank’s unhappiness, anyway. Todd was as content to see Frank suffer in silence as he was unlikely to cause problems in the first place. There was a lot to be said for the latter, but only one of Frank’s brothers had ever called just to chat after they’d all moved out.

Granted, Todd hadn’t had an abundance of free time when stationed overseas, and yet he had still called a few times. He hadn’t let Frank get more than a few words in during those conversations, however. Mostly, he’d just been looking to vent about his superiors.

“Can’t complain.”

“Really?” his brother said, tilting his head quizzically. “Even though Mom’s the one who’s got you singing sappy Escort Eskisanayi love songs when you think no one’s around to hear it?”

Frank blushed. “Nat told you about that, huh?”

“You’re lucky she didn’t nuke your room from orbit.”

Probably so. “I guess that’s sort of an issue,” he admitted.

“A small price to pay for finally having Mom where you want her, though, huh?”

A guilty smile spread across Frank’s lips.

“Yeeeaaah,” Dom said with a chuckle. He reached across the table to clap Frank on the shoulder. “Told you all you needed to do was get a little rough with her.”

Indignation, frustration, and confusion warred within Frank. He hated knowing that his brother thought that was the whole story; that he took credit for the change in their relationship just because he’d shared some trite advice. Yet he wasn’t sure how wrong the guy was. His diagnosis hadn’t been the same as Natalie’s, and Frank didn’t think she’d been too far off the mark, but it was hard not to notice the way their mother had responded when Frank started pulling her hair, choking her, and just generally being more forceful than in the past. Or all that “master” talk. That wasn’t a response to him making her feel special.

“You did,” was all he said in response.

His brother was smirking from ear to ear and that was somewhat infectious. “I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit jealous that morning. That was the point, though, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe a little,” Frank allowed.

A hearty laugh answered. “I probably deserve that. Though don’t forget who talked her into fucking you in the first place. Or who told you how to win her over.”

“You should offer seminars,” Frank said. “The dance studio’s free Wednesday nights.”

“I’ll look into that,” Dom said as he raised his mug to his lips.

“How are things with Brie?”

Dom shrugged. “She’s a little nerdy for my tastes, but she does her best to hide it.”

If Frank thought his brother had meant that, he’d have been tempted to punch him in the face. Dom just had to make it sound like he took their cousin for granted, though.

“I mean, no one’s gonna complain about their sex lives, right?” his brother continued. Frank wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the guy actually looked embarrassed. Between that and the dreamy look that had adorned his face for all of an instant, it was tempting to pat him on the back and stick a cigar in his mouth. “Not here, anyway.”

“Fair enough,” Frank said.

“I kinda like spending time with her even when we’re not fucking,” Dom confessed suddenly, looking a bit flustered. “And I don’t give a shit if you think that’s lame.”

His tone made it clear that he did care what Frank thought, though. Which was precisely why he held his hands up in a placating gesture and said, “Nah, man. I think that’s great.”

After deciding he wasn’t being mocked, Dom nodded. “She’s totally fucking awesome. I love that monogamy is as big a deal here as alchemy was back there, cuz you couldn’t get me to keep my hands off Nat or Mom by threatening to break both my legs and remove my testicles, but Brie’s amazing.” His voice dropped to just above a whisper. “I think I’m in love with her. We’re not supposed to say that, but I just did. What’s that tell you?”

That none of them were very good at playing by the rules?

“Just don’t start eating silver fruit,” Frank said.

“Seriously,” Dom said. “I kinda want to know what’ll happen if we ignore those `strictures’ and kinda don’t. I’m thinking that palace belongs to some badass motherfuckers.”

“Aren’t we badass motherfuckers?” Frank asked.

“You know what I mean.”

He did. He just couldn’t believe his brother was the voice of wisdom.

“Anywho,” Dom said as he floated a tray of sweets over to their table. “You wanna know where Uncle Bobby is?” Seeing the look on Frank’s face, he laughed. “Yeah, I figured you would. And that you had no idea why he hasn’t been around.”

“Well I know it’s political,” Frank said.

“He got married. To that Tuvalo girl.”

“Who the fuck are the Tuvalos?” he asked after regaining control of his jaw.

His brother drew a deep breath, exhaled, then bit into a bar of pumpkin fudge. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but fuck it. The whole point of coming to Autumn, as far as I’m concerned, was to stop living under a shroud of secrecy.”

That was surprisingly profound, at least for Dom.

“There’s eleven seats on the Guardian Council, which only the major houses stand for.”

“Pretty sure it’s `Governing’ but I’m with you so far,” Frank said.

“Eleven seats for eight houses. And only two parties, like any democracy.”

“Various European parliaments beg to differ,” Frank said, though he spared his brother a lecture on Duverger’s Law and single-member districts. Nothing in political science was worth getting pedantic over, even the parts that seemed like they might not be bullshit.

“United for Return, headed by Kaitlin Farrier,” Dom continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “and the New Home Coalition, which is Grandma’s.”

Whatever the number of parties their court had, he and his brother apparently only had one grandmother. That shouldn’t have been the part that grabbed his attention, but it was.

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I sat there stunned as I listened to the words from my uncle. I couldn’t even believe that we were sitting here having this conversation! “I think you’re out of your mind Ed,” I said still not registering what he was telling me.

“No, I’m not, he replied, “I think your aunt Paula is fooling around on me!” There was more anger than hurt in his voice. Although I wouldn’t condone Aunt Paula fooling around, I could understand why she would. You see, Ed was a controlling bastard to say the least. He was a good provider but he thought that other than making a living for his wife, he didn’t see that he had any other responsibilities as a husband.

“So what makes you so sure Ed?” I asked not really wanting to hear the answer.

“It’s not really anything in particular,” he said. I could feel the tension in his voice as he spoke. “It’s everything in general John!”

“Everything in general?” I asked, expecting him to be more specific than that.

“Yeah, everything! I’m out of town a lot, as you know. My job takes me every where. Here lately whenever I call the house, she doesn’t answer the phone. She says that she is always somewhere in the house and she doesn’t hear it but I think there is something going on with someone else!”

“Yeah, I know that sounds odd Ed, but…”

Ed cut me off. “And you know what a fine looking lady your aunt Paula is John! I just need to find out what’s going on. If I can find out, then maybe I can get things back on track!”

Ed was right. In her early 30’s, my aunt was still a stunning lady! To describe her here wouldn’t do her justice but I will do my best. Aunt Paula is about 5’4 with long shapely legs with a perfect set of curvy hips. Her hair is dishwater blonde with light blonde highlights. She has a nice round “spankable'” ass and the nicest set of titties that a man would want to feel in his face!

“But fucking around? I just can’t imagine my Aunt Paula doing that to you!”

There was a long silence on the line. “Oh, I get it now! You’re just prejudiced because she’s your mom’s sister! Well if you don’t want to help me, then I’ll find a private detective that will do it! I just didn’t want a stranger to be sticking his nose into the family’s business!” It was if lightening were coming through the phone line as he shouted.

“Now settle down Ed, settle down. I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it for you. It’s just that I’m sure that if she sees me following her around that she will get suspicious.”

“I don’t know why she would,” he said, “hell, she hasn’t seen you since you were 12 years old! You don’t even look like the same kid!”

Ed was right. I hadn’t seen my Aunt Paula for about 9 years. The only way Ed knew what I looked like was that he happened to be in town to see his family last summer and we had met for dinner while he was there. “I don’t know Ed,” I said still hesitating, “I just don’t want to start any family problems!”

“You won’t kid! Look, I’m begging you to help out your old uncle. Will you do it for me?

“Look. If it would make you feel any better, I’ll check around and find out what I can,” I finally relented. “But you’ve got to promise that you will never tell Paula or Mom.”

“Thanks kid! You have my word of honor,” he said. “I knew that I could count on you!”

“No problem,” I said as I hung the receiver up. I can’t believe that I had just agreed to spy on my aunt. Of course the thousand-dollar check that had been in the envelope Ed sent me helped some. I emptied the rest of the contents of the envelope onto the table. Another envelope was inside the larger one and I looked at the front. My hands were almost shaky as I fumbled to open it. The flap undone, I pulled out the airline ticket that was inside it. A free trip to Canada would be icing on the cake, I thought to myself. Also inside the envelope were a couple of pictures of my Aunt Paula. The pictures were some that had been taken while she was on vacation in Tahiti the previous summer. I smiled as I looked at the image of my mom’s younger sister on the beach in a bikini that very tastefully covered her most private parts. The years had been very good to her or she had spent Uncle Ed’s money well, I couldn’t be sure which. Whichever one it was, it didn’t matter. What mattered is that I only had a couple of hours before I was supposed to be at the airport!

I quickly packed my bags and after loading them into the car, I headed to the airport for my departure. I waited through the long security checks that were getting more frequent over the last few years and then, after walking up the loading ramp, I handed my ticket to the pretty redheaded fight attendant. She took my ticket and smiled a white toothed grin and I found my seat and made myself comfortable for the ride. Closing my eyes, I drifted off into as restful nap, dreaming of the same things that most young men do. In fact, if that redheaded flight attendant knew what I did to her in my dream, she’d probably have me arrested! I was awaked as the announcement Yeniemek Escort came to buckle our seatbelts and prepare for the landing.

The security checks were almost as through landing as they were boarding. But, after a while, I was in a cab and headed to the hotel that Ed had arranged for me. “Nice,” I said to myself as we pulled up to the hotel. I paid the driver and then checked in.

“Thank you,” I told the bellboy as I handed him a tip and pushed the door shut. The outside of the place was much more impressive than the inside. It was just the average room with the average bathroom and the average bath. Oh well, it was a place to stay that wasn’t costing me anything so I put my bags on the bed and walked to the phone. I dialed the number and waited till I heard a voice on the other end.

“Hello?” the soft female voice said on the other end.

“Hello? Paula Ann?” I asked.

“Yes, this is Paula. Who may I ask is calling?”

“Hi Paula Ann. This is John your nephew from the states.”

“Well I’ll be darned!” she exclaimed, surprised to hear from anybody back home. “How’s the family?”

“Uh, the family’s fine.” We continued to chitchat for a few minutes and then I made my move. “Aunt Paula, the reason I called is that I am going to be in town tomorrow and I was wondering if you and Uncle Ed would mind if I came over and visited while I was in town?”

“Why heavens sake John! You know I would be glad to see you. But, your Uncle Ed is out of town. It will just be the two of us.”

“Great!” I said. “I’ll be over about 5 then.”

“Great! I’ll make us a nice dinner and you can tell me all the gossip from home!” she chuckled. “And, I want to know ALL the juicy tidbits!”

“Ok. Thanks Aunt Paula. I’ll be looking forward to it,” I said as I hung up the phone. The next thing on the list was a call to the car rental agency. It might make it a little easier to keep my surveillance less noticeable if the tags were of Canadian origin. After completing my call, I went down stairs and walked outside and hailed a cab. A short ride and a little identification and I was behind the wheel of a comfortable compact car.

It was easy to find the home of Aunt Paula with the directions that I had been given by Uncle Ed. The house was a spacious tudor style stone house with a large pool in the back. “Not bad auntie,” I said to myself as I pulled the car to the side of the road and waited for her to go about her daily routines.

Boredom had started to come over me as I sat there and wondered why I had even agreed to this silly adventure and I had just about decided to head back to the hotel when I saw the door to aunt Paula’s house open. I looked at my watch and noted the time. I wrote down 6:15 PM in my notebook and hunkered down in the seat. Looking over the edge of the car door, I watched as my aunt got into her Blazer and pulled out of the driveway. I started the car and began following her from a safe distance. The drive took us through the middle of the small Canadian town and soon we were on the highway and headed to who knows where. About 15 minutes out of town I was getting concerned that maybe she had spotted me and was leading me on a wild goose chase. My mind drew the image of a 21-year-old American man getting arrested for stalking a 30 something Canadian housewife! Mom would be proud, I laughed to myself as I followed her and she turned into the driveway of a business type building.

I pulled to the side of the road and waited until aunt Paula went inside. I put the car into gear and pulled into the parking lot. She had went into the center door and I couldn’t make out what the business said, so I waited a few minutes and then walked to the door. “Candy’s Bodyworks” the sign on the door read.

“Wild woman,” I said to myself. “Gone to get herself a little relaxation and that fucking Ed has me following her around!” I walked back to my car and sat and watched the door. After about an hour, I began to wonder if Paula was ever going to come out. Surely a woman as attractive as her couldn’t possibly need that much work done on herself! It was then that I began to notice that although there was not much traffic in and out of the place that the bulk of them were men! “How odd,” I said to myself as I waited. Waiting a little longer, I decided that I was going to have to go in and find out what in the world was going on.

“Good evening sir,” the beautiful brunette woman said to me as I entered the establishment. “What can I do for you?”

“Hello,” I said. My eyes and nose took in the room around me. The walls were decorated with the typical feminine trinkets that were popular at the time. A faint smell of French vanilla moved into my nostrils. My eyes scanned the room and then I noticed the sign on the wall that read:

Sauna $15
Massage $30
Combination $45
The Works $60

“Hi. I was visiting a friend in town and he told me that you gave great massages here. I thought Yeniemek Escort Bayan that I would find out if he was telling the truth,” I lied to the girl.

“Well you’ve come to the best place in this part of the country to get a great massage. What is it that you would like to purchase?” she asked.

“Gee, I don’t know. Tell me,” I paused, eyeing the woman’s beautiful frame, “exactly what is ‘The Works’?”

“Well,” she paused, picking up a notebook. “There is a rumor around town that this is a house of ill repute. Well, that is just a rumor. ‘The Works’,” she continued, “is that you get to pick which girl it is that gives you the massage after your sauna.”

“I get to pick the girl?” I asked.

“That’s right young man!” The woman eyed me suspiciously. “You’re not a policeman are you?”

“Heavens no!” I said almost laughing. “Why would you ask that?”

“Well,” she said moving slowly toward me. “I was just going to tell you that if you and the girl you pick agreed on some extras,” she whispered, “well that would just be a contract between you and her.”

“Extras,” I asked?

“Yes extras!” she said a little louder winking at me. I could smell the young girl’s perfume as she stood close to me and told me these things.

“Do you do the massages?” I asked, almost forgetting why I was here.

“No,” the girl replied.

“How about the extras then?” I asked chuckling.

“Oh heavens no!” she exclaimed. “I just work the desk!”

“Too damned bad!” I said laughing. She giggled and moved away from me. I have to admit that I would have loved having this girl move her hands all over my naked body.

“But,” she said picking up the notebook, “we have a fine selection of ladies here. Would you be interested in looking?”

“Yes. I would,” I said as I walked to the counter and opened the book. “So who’s the most popular girl here?” I asked as I turned the pages. Page by page a pretty woman’s face was displayed with a little bit of an introduction to each one.

“Oh there are none that I would call more popular than any other. It just depends on what our customers want.”

“Yeah?” I asked. How interesting. There was indeed a fine selection of ladies. There were brunettes, redheads, blondes and every shade of hair color in between. There were young girls as well as older women. All were attractive but each had different characteristics.

“Yeah,” she said. “Some men don’t care who serves them, but some men have peculiar tastes. Is there anything in particular that you like?”

“Well,” I said looking a little embarrassed. “I have always liked the older experienced women over the younger ones. I also like blondes in particular.”

“Oh!” the girl exclaimed. “I know one that you will just love. She’s on duty right now!” The girl quickly turned the book and there on the desk before me was a picture of my Aunt Paula!

“Wow!” I said, trying to hide my surprise. “She’s pretty. Annie?” I asked as I read her name.

“Yes. She’s very popular.” Once again the girl whispered to me. “And I heard that she does indeed contract for some extras too!”

“No shit?” I asked, as I laid my hand on the counter trying not to let the shaking become visible. “Uh, I mean, no kidding?”

The girl laughed. “Well, I don’t know that for sure,” she replied, “but I’ve never had a man complain about the treatment he gets from our little Annie!”

My insides were like gelatin at this moment in time. “Ok,” I said, “I guess Annie it will be!” I thought about the possibility of turning around right now but my curiosity about just how far my aunt Paula Ann would go was going to have to be satisfied.

“Great!” the girl said. I paid the $60 up front, plus $100 deposit in case the girls agreed to extras she wouldn’t get stiffed. It was all cash money of course. “Right this way young man,” the girl said as she turned and walked toward a door that led into a back room. I followed her like a little puppy dog. My eyes watched her cute little behind as it was packed into those tight blue jeans. My hand almost reached out and took a handful of that beautiful seat but my mind once again rushed back to the thoughts of being thrown in some small town Canadian jail. “Here you go,” she said as she led me into a large room in the back of the building. “Take off your clothes and we’ll start the sauna. Annie will be with you in about 20 minutes or so.”

“Take off my clothes? Now?”

The girl giggled. “Yes now silly boy! Don’t worry, I’ll turn my head,” she said smiling.

I didn’t really want her to turn her head, I was just a little nervous as I started to disrobe. Turning her back to me, I quickly disrobed and set my clothes in a chair in the corner. I stood in this room as naked as the day I was born with a girl whose name I didn’t even know. “Ok, I’m ready now.” The girl turned around and gasped, quickly turning away from my nakedness. “You naughty man,” she said obviously embarrassed. Escort Yeniemek “Wrap that towel around yourself!” she said pointing to the massage table.

“Oh, sorry miss,” I said as I reached for the piece of white terrycloth.

“That’s ok,” she said, turning around. “It wasn’t really that bad. In fact, it was kind of pleasant,” she said as she giggled and walked out the door.

The lights in the room began to dim and then I could see the sauna lamps begin to become bright. The heat felt good on my body and I walked over to the table and lay across it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, trying not to think about what was about to happen. What if I blew my cover? What if I said something stupid and wasn’t able to give Uncle Ed a complete report? God, my insides were shaky now as I turned on my stomach and let the heat from the lamps do their job of relaxing my muscles. The softness of the terrycloth along with the thoughts of being alone in the room with my aunt Paula and her not even aware of who I was started to make my cock come to life. The soft sound of music began to come in over the speakers that were mounted on the wall above me. Slowly I began to relax and my thoughts drifted to things other than my beautiful aunt. After a few minutes, sweat began to form on my body as the heat bears down. Feeling like a chicken in a broiler, I turned over onto my back and let the heat soak into my hairy chest. Not liking the fact that the light was shining into my eyes, I removed my towel and put it over my face. It felt very nice to have my entire body bathed in the heat.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I remember is a soft hand touching my shoulder and a voice saying, “Hello, my name is Annie.” Suddenly aware of my nakedness, I covered my cock with my hands. To my surprise, it was as hard as nails! Annie laughed as she saw my nervousness.

“Relax young man, the human body is nothing to be ashamed of!” Annie took the towel from my face and draped it over my midsection. I opened my eyes and there before me stood my beautiful aunt, dressed in a robe and her hair was done up in pigtails. “Hi John,” she said, “just relax and I guarantee you will have a good time.”

“Uh, hi Annie,” I stammered. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too John. Now are we going to get comfortable or are you going to keep that towel covering that beautiful cock of yours?”

At a loss for words, I just stared and nodded at her. She smiled and removed the towel and draped it across the back of the chair. “Now what is it that you are so ashamed of young man?”

“Uh… I don’t know,” I said embarrassed.

“Now come on! You can tell me!” she said, seeming ready to encourage me.

“You know,” I said nervously. “I’m like most guys, I… uh am not happy with the size,” I said shyly as my aunt stood above me.

Paula Ann laughed a hearty laugh. “Men!” she exclaimed. “All you guys are the same! You think that just because your cock isn’t 12 inches long that it is something to be ashamed of! Well, let an older woman tell you that is not what it’s all about.”

“It’s now?” I asked, uneasy at my aunt’s referring to my penis as a cock. It was such a dirty word and it sounded so much dirtier coming from between her sweet lips.

“No silly boy! It’s not!” I could almost feel Aunt Paula’s stare as her eyes moved from my face, down my chest, across my stomach and then to the hands that were covering my midsection. “In fact, it’s the farthest thing from what a real woman wants!” Paula’s hand grazed my stomach and her delicate fingers touched my hand. “Now let Annie see what you’ve got there young man.” I relaxed my arms and Paula smiled as she took my hands and laid them at my side. “Now what are you so ashamed of young man. That is a beautiful cock!”

“But every guy wants a bigger one,” I said.

“Yes they do. What they need to understand that it is the man, not the cock that is important. Take my husband for example. His cock is well over 10 inches long but he doesn’t know how to properly use it!” My 6-inch cock was now standing up proudly as Paula inspected it visually.

“You’re married?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

“Yes. But he’s not interested in me any more. That’s why I’m here, to keep myself busy so I won’t have to think about the loneliness that I have to endure at home while he’s out of town.”

“I don’t believe that!” I said, not understanding how Uncle Ed could not care about the beautiful woman standing before me.

“It’s true John,” she said, her eyes beginning to water a little. “But,” she said, regaining her composure, “that’s enough about me. What is it that I can do for you young man. What would you like?”

“Ummmmm. I want a massage?” I told her, not completely comprehending where her question could be leading.

Paula giggled. “I know that silly boy! But, I want to know what kind of massage you want?”

“Ummmmm. What kind of massage?” I asked.

“Yes! What kind? You see I can do this three ways. I can do it fully clothed,” she said, faking a yawn, “or I can do it without the robe,” she said as she slid the robe from her body. “Or,” she paused, “I can take my clothes off and give you a complete body massage in the nude!”

“Nude?” I asked. “You mean naked?”

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I ring the doorbell, I wait, and then there’s noise and rattling coming out of the speaker. There are some words too, can’t make them out but I guess it doesn’t really matter. I say “It’s Jason, Aunt Maria!” but I guess that doesn’t get through all the goings-on at the other end. In any case, she presses the button and Buzz!—in I go.

My mother told me to drop by Aunt Maria’s to collect some stuff and bring it home, so after school (I’m still in high school, but proud to have turned 18 last month) I walked this way… in a hurry, too, cos I love my auntie! (Actually, I love her looks and she’s a nice person too. She had a kid about a year ago, but the father left her—don’t want to go into that now…)

I walk in, and she tells me to excuse the mess, baby Jodie’s not been very well today and she had to hold her all day, so no time to tidy up. She shouldn’t have told me, I would have understood.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you tidy up if you want.” Yeah, what a wonderful young man, wanting to help her out. I had my reasons; the last time I did that it paid off nicely, I had great fun watching her carelessly move around putting things in their proper place and at the same time jiggling all around me… I mean, she is a nice woman, you know?

Baby Jodie starts screaming, Aunt Maria says it’s about feeding time so she puts the baby in position and starts feeding her. I’ve always been decent enough to give her space and not stare, so this is what I do this time as well. I look, but I don’t stare. She has one awesome pair of tits, but I try not to really think about that so much. I get on with what she let me know I could do if I really wanted to help her out… I catch a glimpse of the semi-hard nipple being caressed by the baby’s mouth, but I don’t find that erotic in itself. I guess I shouldn’t, really, so that’s not a problem. But I can’t help remembering the shape and size and colour and what I believe to be the texture of those things…

“What does that stuff taste like, anyway? Do you know?” I ask.

“Of course, it’s quite sweet actually. I tasted a bit myself, I was curious, but a long time ago. If you like, when she’s done, I’ll get a little for you to try!”

No way. She’s not serious… I mean, is that OK, anyway?! For me, her nephew, to taste her milk? I’m not a baby… yeah, ok; I am kind of curious but not that much. Wait! She doesn’t expect me to suck it straight from there, does she? Nooo… she said she’ll “get some” for Taşağıl Escort me. Would have been great, though.

“Baby’s done, and there’s plenty left in these tankers. So I’ll just milk some out for you so you don’t die of curiosity.”

This is where it gets interesting. I stopped everything and watched her intently. Sure, she’s got no inhibitions. Sure, she’s a hot 34-year-old. Sure, she has awesome big 38C’s (they used to be B’s, but it’s nice how they’ve grown to an almost-insufficient C-cup since the baby). But more than anything, she’s kneading them, milking them, for me now. FOR ME. I am just a little bit shaken by this realization… I watch mystified. The nipples turn a slightly darker shade of pink when she squeezes them, and they seem quite hard to me. I’m tingling! She tells me she’s done, so raises the glass mug she used to milk herself in and looks at me, saying:

“Here, try it. You should try anything once, right?”

I am finding it hard to start moving, it’s sort of uncomfortable. Would have been a lot easier to just stand there, watching her do that. For me!

I start walking, and I get back to myself. Oh my god… yes, she noticed it too. As I started to move, I felt the root cause of the tent in my trousers. My-oh-my. She’s laughing!

“Oh, gosh, ha-ha-ha, I’m sorry Jason, but I guess you’re still not used to seeing me, are you?”

I already blushed, profusely. I turn immediately and sit on a chair, facing partially away from her. She calms down, and apologizes again. She lays the baby down in the cradle next to where she’s sitting I am sort of… mortified, but I gather the strength to say

“I’m sorry…”

“No, you shouldn’t be! Not at all… it’s me who should apologize, I didn’t realize this has such an effect on you. I should have known, you’re a young man now…”

“No… I mean, no, it doesn’t have this effect on me. Just…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know all you guys, you think you’re immune and as soon as you see a naked tit you’re all drooling.”

Speaking of naked tits, I guess she realized she hadn’t covered herself since she started laughing, because she’s doing it now. Upon hearing her say that, though, I have to defend myself:

“No… come on… this has never happened before, has it?…”

She stops and looks at me, a little puzzled.

“It hasn’t, you’re right. Or at least I haven’t seen it… I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it, anyway, just Taşağıl Escort Bayan leave it cos it’s no big deal.”

“You never did that just for me, that’s why!”

I don’t know why I said that.

Her look changed. Her whole composure changed. Something’s happening to her, and I can see it clearly for several seconds… But she manages to regain her composure, and looks me straight in my face:

“Here, try it, don’t worry about all this, it’s nothing.”

I look back at her, and reach to take the mug from her hand. The white liquid inside looks just like regular milk, and there isn’t that much of it. But as I reach towards her, it’s like we’re part of some ritual, it’s in slow motion, and I wonder if only I feel it… I touch the glass container and take it from her hand. I feel butterflies in my stomach and my vision’s blurring… I think I can see her closing her eyes, I don’t know anything for sure anymore. I am smelling it, the white liquid, I don’t know what it smells like, nothing I’ve ever smelt before, and I just put the cup to my lips and swallow. It’s sweet! It’s warm… I feel it ticking down my throat, I feel it going to my toes, but a lot of it stops where I had an erection moments before. It’s burning!…

It ends. I look at her. She looks at me.

What just happened?

“What just happened?” she says, breathing a little heavily.

“I don’t know… it felt really strange…” I have an unbelievable urge to ravish this woman.

She reaches out her hand to me and I go sit next to her. I am in a daze. So is she, more and more, I can see it. I want to let myself go with her, to fall into her depths or something… don’t laugh, that’s what it feels like!

She has stopped looking at me. She lifts up an arm, and starts undressing. I think she’s right… I do the same. I see her skin, more and more of it, it shines at me and her body seems all swollen with desire. Her nipples are hard like my penis. She’s naked now, I see her sex, pink and seems swollen too, when did this happen? Glistening. I reach for it. We kiss, and she drops slowly to the floor, no control, takes me along. Her lips are wet, her back is silky, her breasts are swishing against me and it’s wet, I guess some milk has come out.

We kiss like this and I fondle her, and she fondles me, but not for long—I want inside, I touch her, no, I grab her there, and she is wet, she opens her legs and that’s it. I am Escort Taşağıl inside.

I’ve lost it now… I feel nothing but urges, pleasures, all over me, inside me; I am vibrating like a cord! I see her transfixed, breathing into my neck, her eyes closed, her body squirming, I lift up a little, without stopping my pounding—it’s literally pounding by now—and see her full tits swaying on each side of her chest, I put my arms underneath her and hug her tight in that position. She’s squeezing me so hard, her pussy is like a hungry constrictor’s mouth around me, soaking wet but doesn’t feel slippery, it’s so tight! It makes me WANT to pound harder, pushing in deeper is all I can think of… I think my eyes are open but in this position there’s no way I can see my dick going into her; but that’s what I see.

She’s squeezing my ass with her hands and pulling me towards her, I have to make a real effort to pull out every time, she’s tight around me, her pussy and arms holding me so close, but I need to pound her! I fuck her with the whole length of my cock and every time I go in it’s like the first time. So tight, so narrow that space!… I want all of me in her, I mean I want my whole body to go into her somehow, it’s insane but that’s how I feel! She looks at me for a moment and I look at her, and we kiss, tongues mashing together, bodies flexing and vibrating. I pull out completely now, every time, and I find the opening and I penetrate her so hard, every time…

I stop. Deep inside. I push, and push, and push and I don’t pull out. This is no trick, this is because I feel this way. I grab her ass and pull it up towards me, she’s pulling mine towards her, it’s like we’re trying to merge or something! But I don’t think, there is no time… I feel my balls clenching and I think I am moaning loudly… I pull out then push deep in her—once, twice, four, ten times—and it’s all done.

Thoughts are flooding my head. Not so many thoughts, but come floods out of her, I feel it coming out, along with my limping member. Dare I open my eyes?

“Christ, Jason… What the hell was that?…”

I don’t know. I am sooo confused!… I can’t make any sense of this, though it was awesome…

“I don’t know…”

“Get up, please…”

I get up, so does she, and I almost daren’t look at her—but of course, I do. She is flushed, and wet, all over, with milk and lower down with my come running out of her. I remember the baby! Amazing, she’s asleep… oh well!

“Jason, I don’t know what this was… but we must keep it our secret. That much I know. Oh Jeez… Were you a virgin before this?”

“Ermm… yes…”

“No way!… I mean, a real cock was great for a change, but my God… you’re my nephew… what happened to us, Jason? Why?…”

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:: Robby ::

Clark’s funeral was three days later. I spent the days torn in two; part of me grieved over Clark’s death and wrestled with the feelings of guilt and anger while the other part soared in absolute bliss over my relationship with Mike. Things were so different. I moved his things into my bedroom and it became our house. I woke up to his angelic face and went to sleep with my arms wrapped around him. Our sex became lovemaking: deep, slow, long and hot and we never parted without saying ‘I love you’. The sweetest thing was coming home after a long shift and finding him asleep on the couch, wrapped in my robe, waiting for me.

“Mike?” At home, after the funeral, I held him close, pressing kisses into his soft hair. “I need to talk to you about something.” He looked up at me, his eyes stricken, but he allowed me to pull him onto the couch and onto my lap. “There’s something I didn’t tell you.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re married.”

“No, nothing like that.” I took a deep breath. “I saw Conrad Bass.”

His face went pale. “What?”

“I think he’s the one who killed Clark. He spoke to Clark outside the diner before he got into the patrol car.”

I felt Mike’s body begin to tremble. The idyllic four days we’d shared had been a vacation from reality and neither one of us wanted to acknowledge it. He melted into my arms and I was proud to see that he wasn’t crying. “I wish I hadn’t seen him.”

“I know you do, honey.” I gave him a long squeeze. “But then, I’d never have met you.”

His mouth moved gently over mine, his hand creeping into the hair at the back of my neck and I sighed at the strength of the feelings for him that flowed through me. He was so beautiful. I just had to have him again. I let my hand move up his thigh and rest heavily on his hardening package. He pressed my hand down, his hips lifting to grind upwards with a deep moan and a shiver. “Oh, Mike.” I whispered, softly. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then don’t try to stop.” Heat flared in my belly at his words and I crushed my mouth to his, roughly sucking his tongue into my mouth as my hands undid his pants. He lifted his hips, pulling them off and opened his legs, moaning as his balls fell into my hands. I rolled them between my fingers and gave a gentle pull. He moaned again. I moved my hand up his cock and stroked him until he was arched like a bow across my lap, my name slipping from his lips.

“Stand up.”

He did as I asked, removing his shirt and I took my shirt and pants off also, surprising him by grabbing his hips and shoving his hard meat into my mouth. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, fucking my throat with his big rod. He was so turned on that it was only a matter of minutes before he was pumping his load into my mouth, screaming my name. I saved a mouthful of cum and pulled his mouth down, sharing his essence.

My cock now shouted for release. Mike dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth, bobbing up and down the length of my enflamed shaft, pausing to lave the underside of my thick head and rub his teeth along the ridges. I endured as much of his ministrations as I could before whirling him around and pulling him down onto my rod. He squealed and I gasped an apology for the lack of lubrication. His answer was only to tell me to fuck him harder. So I did. My climax was almost as fast as his was. I jabbed my prick deep into his bowels as I unloaded, grunting into his ear.

We rested together, still connected and whispering soft words of love. I held him tightly against me, his heart beating under my fingertips.

“I have an idea.”

“Yes, love?”

“Use me as bait.”

“Bait? For Bass?”

“Yeah.”

“No way.”

“Robby, he would come out in the open to get me, you know he would.”

“I already lost Clark, Mike. I’m not going to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me!” He turned to me, searching my face. “You’ll be close by.”

“No, Mike. I don’t like it.”

“Robby,” His soft fingers traced the muscles in my tight jaw, stroking gently. “I don’t want to hide the rest of my life. I want to bathe in the sunshine and dance in the rain.” He turned my head so that our eyes met. “With Liman Escort you.”

As much as I hated to admit it, he was right but I was afraid of losing him. “I’ll talk to the chief about it and let you know, okay?”

He nodded and laid back against me. I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was beating.

:: Michael ::

I was glad that Robby decided to accept my idea about being bait. I had been thinking of it long before he told me that he’d seen Bass and that information just convinced me that it would work. I didn’t want to live cooped up and constantly protected. I wanted to enjoy life with him and Conrad Bass was standing in my way.

Robby called from work two nights later and said that the chief and Agent Morton had agreed to the set up. We’d use a grand re-opening event for my shop and wait to see him show up. The grand re-opening party was scheduled for the next evening at 9 and a uniformed officer would take me over to the shop at 8. Robby made arrangements for the security and all was in readiness.

Robby had to leave at 7 and I laid in bed, watching him get ready for work. He kept looking over at me, probably because I was naked and lying on top of the covers, still sweaty from the fucking he’d just given me.

“Is there something wrong?”

He nodded, buttoning his shirt. “Just worried.”

“Oh, that’s it? I thought you were looking at my ass.” I laughed but he didn’t join me and I got up, stepping behind him and putting my arms around him. “Everything will be fine, Robby.”

He let out a deep sigh, covering my hands with his. “You just don’t know how scared I am.” His voice was small.

“Just remember, it’ll all be over tonight. Then we can start our life together.”

He turned in my arms, pressing kisses across my face. “That sounds wonderful.” We enjoyed a long, deep kiss before he grabbed his hat and headed down the stairs. “Don’t forget to be ready at 8.”

“I’ll be ready.” I stood at the top of the stairs as he opened the door. “I love you, Robby.”

“I love you, Mike.” And he was gone.

* * * * *

Since I had an hour to kill, I took the Dostoevsky down and read a good bit of it before hopping into the shower and preparing to go to the shop. It was kind of weird to be dressing for a murderer but I tried to think about Robby as I put on one of his button-down shirts and a comfortable pair of Dockers. My hair was perfect, nails were trimmed and clean and teeth were brushed.

At 8 o’clock, the doorbell rang. I looked out and saw the patrol car in the driveway and knew my ride was here. I opened the door and stared into the dark eyes of Conrad Bass. He stepped over the officer lying in a pool of blood on the porch and brandished a silver revolver, pointing it at me.

“Hi, Mike. I’m here to take you to your appointment.”

* * * * *

:: Robby ::

I peered through the set of binoculars, watching the activities below. Agent Morton and I had been on the rooftop of the building opposite Mike’s store and were observing the people entering and exiting the shop. Most had been employees of the interior design shop mixed with a few undercover officers. All seemed to have gone well and I was waiting for Mike to show, with Officer Deland, his assigned escort. They were thirteen minutes late.

“Did you speak with him today?”

“Mike?” I answered the agent’s question. “Of course.”

“And he was ready for this?”

“Yes.”

Morton briefly took the binoculars from me and swept the area. “I should tell you that you should be prepared that he might not show up.”

“Oh, Bass will be here.”

“That’s not who I’m talking about.”

My heart was slamming in my chest as I digested his words. I couldn’t believe that Mike would run away. He was as committed to this as I was. I took the binoculars back and slowly roamed over the busy area. A large white package truck was backing up in the rear, the words ISHTAR CARPETS on its side. I knew those would be the Persian carpets that Mike had ordered. The Polish crystal chandeliers had arrived earlier and a truck containing the Italian ceramics had just departed. But still Liman Escort Bayan no Mike.

“Hey, Robby. What’s that?”

Morton’s gesture brought my focus to a cab that had pulled into the vacant lot on the other side of the building. Two figures were walking across the dirt-filled space and I watched as they headed into the rear of the shop. Something made the hairs rise on the back of my neck and a spurt of adrenalin tightened my chest. I knew it was Mike.

“Something’s wrong, Cal.”

“Then let’s not wait.”

I followed Cal down the serpentine stairs, hitting the street and streaking across into the shadowed alley. I thought about the first time I’d seen Mike having sex in the shop. It seemed like such a long time ago. The dock was empty, except a catering truck with two attendants in white chef uniforms unloading racks of baked bread and fruit tarts.

“Did you see anyone come through here?”

“Yeah.” The shorter one said, pointing to a separate set of back stairs. “Three guys just went up there.”

“Thanks.” Morton moved to the bottom of the stairs, glancing back at me. “Back up?”

I knew what he was saying. He was giving me an opportunity to avenge Clark’s death. “No.” I said softly. “Not yet.”

He nodded. “Okay, then let’s go.” Cal moved quietly up the steel staircase, peering into the grimy windows. “I don’t see any movement.” I nodded, acknowledging his whisper and forced the fear down as he pushed the heavy steel door open. Silence flooded the landing. Morton glanced at me and I moved past him, into the building and the door squeaked shut behind us.

“That’s bullshit!” A voice raised in anger pierced the still air. We crept forward in the darkness, relying on the shadows to hide us. “You owe me!”

“I don’t owe you anything!” A second voice answered. “I paid you for a service and you fucked up!”

“It wasn’t my fault that he had a lover!”

“It was your fault that you didn’t kill him!”

The entranceway opened into a large room that was empty and opened into a huge area that mirrored the entire main floor below. Moonlight filtered in from the skylights, highlighting a figure seated in a chair. My heart did a flip-flop. Was it Mike? Was he dead? Morton gave me an eye gesture toward the chair to make note of it and motioned for us to head to the right, towards the voices.

“You’re the one who asked me to kill him! You should have had all the information for me!”

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“The fuck it wasn’t!”

Cal took the right side and I crept along the left side of the wall, trying to box the source of the voices. The wood flooring was brittle with age and it was hard to advance without making a noise. I heard a loud crack from the other side of the room and a gun blazed into life, its muzzle spitting flames towards Cal’s location. I heard a groan, then a thud.

“They’re onto us. Give me my money and let me get the fuck out of here!”

“Okay. Take it.”

The gun flashed again, the sparks accompanied by a scream of anguish and fury. I knew what had happened. One criminal had shot the other. It was a common scenario in the world of crime. I stood between this person and freedom. I was next.

“Don’t move! You’re surrounded!”

Bullets zinged in my direction and I ducked, cursing myself for my stupidity. I couldn’t see and that made things extremely dangerous. I fired in the general direction and received no answering fire. I remained crouched in the thick dust, fighting a sneeze and waiting for an auditory clue. A loud groan and a scrape alerted me to the other room and I raced in, crouching low and searching the spotty darkness.

“Robby!”

“Shut up!”

My mind went blank as I went numb. My hands felt like ice and the breath froze in my lungs. I knew at once that one of those voices belonged to Mike and that he was going to die. He was going to die and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to save him.

“Don’t be a pussy.” I growled, angrily. “Be a man and step out where I can see you!”

From the edge of my peripheral vision, I saw two forms, the smaller one stumbling slightly within the taller one’s Escort Liman grasp. I kept my eyes focused on them, hoping that I had been wrong, that it wasn’t my Michael standing before me with the silver muzzle of a .45 pressed against the side of his skull. I released a shaky breath, the blood pounding in my head as I surveyed Mike’s dirt-smudged and tear-streaked face, his eyes boring his desperation into me.

“Robby, please.” His whisper sliced through me like a hot knife. “Please. Save me.”

Chief Felder smashed the gun against Mike’s temple, drawing blood and a groan of pain. “I told you to shut the fuck up!” Felder’s eyes locked with mine and I saw the sheen of nervous sweat dotting his forehead. “Hello, Officer Munroe.” I didn’t like the way he emphasized Officer. It sounded like a disease.

“Hey, Chief.” My voice wavered. Mike moaned again, raising his hand to his bleeding head. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing. Just a … ” He pointed the gun toward the ceiling in deep thought. “A misunderstanding.” The muzzle returned to Mike’s head. “You can leave. I think I can take care of this.”

“I can’t do that, chief. He’s a federally-protected witness and I have to take him in to custody.”

“Him?” Felder gave Mike a violent shake. “Why, he’s just a piece of shit.”

“It doesn’t matter, chief. I have to take him in.”

Felder glanced from Mike to me. “Why? He’s a fag. A filthy, fucking fag!”

He smacked Mike with the gun again and he slumped forward. I knew that he was unconscious and hoped that he was okay. “I know that, sir.”

“He wanted to ruin my life.”

“I don’t think he wanted to do that, sir.”

“Oh, yes, he did!” Felder was unhinged with his rage. He kept waving the gun around as he talked about his life in Miami and the fact that Mike had happened upon him having sex with Mouse, a male prostitute. If that information would have gotten out, he would have had to resign and he wasn’t willing to do that. So he had hired Conrad, who killed Mouse, not knowing that Mike had seen the murder. “He wanted to ruin everything, the little piece of shit.” Felder cocked the trigger, spittle dotting his lips. “Now, I can get rid of him.”

Two loud bangs reverberated in the space. I knew that one had come from my gun and that bullet found its target in Felder’s heart. The second bullet drilled a smoky hole in the chief’s forehead and I nearly grinned as Agent Morton lurched forward, a huge blossom of red on his right shoulder. Felder screamed, the gun flying harmlessly from his hand as he lost his balance and stumbled backwards.

The rotten banister broke under his weight and he tumbled back and down, smashing into Czech chandelier and a halogen torchiere, coming to rest in the glass and metal arms of the rear showcase. Bright red blood flowed onto the forest green velvet covers, a thick wedge of glass neatly slicing through his neck and nearly decapitating him. Felder was dead.

As Morton went to check on Bass, I ran to Mike’s side, gathering him into my arms and gazing down at his pale features. Blood seeping from the wound gleamed like mercury in the moonlight and wound a jagged river down his cheek.

“Mike.” I whispered, stroking his clean cheek. “Mike, please wake up.” He didn’t move. “Mike. Mike, please!” Still no movement. Morton came over, clutching my shoulder painfully.

“Bass is dead.”

I didn’t care. It wasn’t important. Mike was. I slapped his cheek, gently trying to awaken him. “Mike. Please, honey. Please wake up!”

I couldn’t stop the tears from running down my cheeks as I reeled through memories of us. My fingers wanted the softness of his skin, my lips wanted the softness of his mouth and my cock wanted the softness of his ass. I wanted to see him sleeping in my oversized robe. I wanted to watch him take a shower. I wanted to see the beauty in his eyes when he came. I could not live the rest of my life without seeing those things again.

“Michael, “I whispered. “It’s time to dance in the rain.” His eyelashes fluttered. “It’s time to begin our life.”

Mike’s groan was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. He tried to touch his wound but I kept his hand down, helping him to sit up. His unfocused eyes blinked a few times before locking onto mine and I hugged him so hard that he yelped.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” I touched my lips to his.

“So am I.” He winced. “You wouldn’t happen to have any chocolate milk with you, wouldja?”

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