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Sorry, guys. I accidentally forgot to submit this part as part of Ch, 2.

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Jules, now completely naked, looked up at Luke, and his heart melted. For the very first time, his heart actually felt full. Full of love, tenderness, lust… And all it took for him to get here to this incredible happiness was insulting his best friend, then damned near raping the man. There’s got to be some irony in that. The straight guy insults his gay best friend, then ends up being the one to start them on the road to love.

He was jolted out of his reverie when Luke bent his head and licked his nipple. Jules jerked into his touch, his breath hissing out on a low moan. He threaded his fingers through Luke’s baby-fine hair as Luke licked his areola. When the nipple puckered for him, Luke suckled it into his mouth. Jules pressed his chest closer and Luke nipped his nipple, then quickly soothed the sting with a few strokes of his tongue.

“Do you want me to go down on you like you did for me, or should I just start getting you ready?”

“St-start getting me ready?” Jules panted. Grinning, Luke replied, “Yeah, start. Sure, you might think you’re ready now, but if I enter you without properly preparing you, it’s gonna hurt worse than it should.”

“I’m ready now, Luke.”

Luke smirked and shook his head. Jules bit back a low moan as Luke lazily trailed his right hand down Jules’ chest, followed his happy trail down, and….. went around Jules’ cock, not so much as touching it. Jules whimpered at the lack of touch, but when Luke slipped a single finger into his ass, the whimper changed to a gasp. Okay, yeah, that hurt. A lot. But so far, it wasn’t bad enough for him to stop Luke. Luke was gentle, anyway, easing his finger out, then back in, going slow and easy to give Jules plenty of time to get used to the invasion. Jules’ was panting as his hands tightened in Luke’s hair.

“Such a reaction,” murmured Luke. “And all this from a single finger. Told you you weren’t ready.”

“That’s just one fin-ger?” His voice rose at the end of the last word.

“Well, two now. What yummy sounds you make..”

As Luke’s fingers thrust in and out of Jules, his other hand lazily toyed with Jules’ cock. Jules was writhing beneath him, face flushed, skin damp with sweat. His long, long dark brown hair was fanned out under him, though not neatly. It wasn’t put that way on purpose. Well, not completely, anyway.

Jules casino oyna was thrusting his cock into Luke’s hand, then grinding his ass into his hand, helping him fuck him. Just when he was getting close, though, Luke’s hand retreated. Jules whimpered, and he opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed. Luke grabbed his legs and put them over his shoulders, then he felt his cock probing his entrance. Finally, Jules thought. But Luke didn’t enter him immediately. Jules looked up at his face and his breath caught. Luke was just staring down at him, the softest, love-struck look in his dark, dark blue eyes. Had ever seen a look that beautiful on him before? No, he hadn’t.

Jules smiled and, with one hand on the back of Luke’s head, brought his best friend down and kissed him, slow and thorough and deep. He put all the love he felt into that kiss. Luke groaned and melted into the kiss and shoved his rock-hard cock hard and deep inside Jules. Jules yelped into the kiss and Luke ate up the sound. He appreciated that Luke didnt move for a full minute after entering him. It gave him more than enough time to relax and get used to the huge invasion. But then Luke slowly pulled out, almost all the way. Without pause, he slammed back in, hard and fast, their bodies making a loud smack as the end of him found the end of Jules. Jules threw his head back and moaned as Luke found his prostate (G-spot). Luke must have figured it out, because he kept at that angle, his cock repeatedly stroking over that spot.

Jules couldn’t seem to catch his breath long enough to moan anymore. He was getting too close too soon. He tried to tell Luke to slow down, but he found he couldn’t get enough air to do more than make a croaking sound. His fists held onto the sheets in a grip so tight, his knuckles had turned white. Then Luke did the impossible: he heightened Jules’ pleasure even more by grabbing his throbbing cock and jerking up and down, his grip very tight and his pace fast. Luke thrust his cock in and out of Jules, over his G-spot, fast and faster, hard and harder. It was too much. Jules exploded with a loud moan, his cum shooting so hard, you could hear the smack as it landed on Luke’s face and chest. Luke exploded a second later, and Jules felt all that hot semen fill his ass in not one, not two, but three spurts. He shuddered and slumped down, panting hard. Luke fell on top of him, his cock slipping out. He managed to roll off Jules canlı casino and Jules snuggled close to Luke, resting his head on his chest. They lay there like that for a few minutes, relearning how to breathe. When he could breath again, Jules chuckled.

“Something funny?” Luke asked.

“Nah. Just thinking.”

“‘Bout what?”

“Well, if I’d known the sex was that fucking incredible, I’d have realized I was gay and in love with you a long time ago.”

Luke laughed quietly. “Yeah, it was great, wasn’t it?”

“Great?” Jules mock glared at Luke.

“Well, you know, it could have been better..”

“Better? How?”

“Well….”

“Spit it out, Jenkins.”

Luke gave a dramatic sigh. “Well, if you must know, you could have screamed, ‘I love you, Luke’ when you came, rather than just moaned real loud.” Jules looked at Luke, really looked. He may have said it as a joke, but there was some truth to what he said. With a jolt, Jules realized he hadn’t actually come out and said it yet. Well, he did, but that one didn’t really count, since it came after the words ‘I think’.

“I do, you know.”

“You do what?”

Jules gazed deeply into Luke’s eyes and said, “I love you. I love you, Luke. I don’t know why I never saw it before. I mean, it was so obvious. When I need a babysitter, who do I ask? My brother? My mom? No, I ask you. If I happen to have an extra ticket to some game or concert, who do I take? You. When I hear a joke I like, I think, ‘Hm, Luke would love this one.’ I even sometimes fall asleep with a pair of eyes in my mind’s eye. Until now, I never realized they were your eyes.” Jules grabbed Luke’s hand, entwining their fingers together. Bringing up their joined hands, he gently kissed Luke’s. “I’m sorry I was blind for so long,” he added quietly.

Luke, always the crier, smiled, the movement making a tear spill down his cheek. He closed his eyes and kissed Jules. Jules was only too happy to comply. But then just as it was getting heated, Luke broke the kiss. “I love you, too, Jules, more than anybody and anything. You have always been my white night in shining armor, saving me from nasty bullies, and saving me from the horrible environment my parents created. If it weren’t for you, I would probably have given up a long time ago, but you were always there to console me, to push me to be better.”

“Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“Marry me.”

“Wh-what?”

Jules kaçak casino grinned. “Marry me.”

“But gay marriages aren’t legal here in Ohio, are they?”

“Then we’ll move to Boston, or somewhere else where it’s legal.”

“Eoin. What about Eoin? We can’t just uproot him. I mean-“

“Luke, he’s three. He’s not in school yet. He adores you. My family adores you and would most likely let out their collective breaths and shout ‘It’s about damned time, man!’ I can get a job at a garage anywhere. Have I touched on all your objections yet?”

Luke’s lips twitched up in a big shit-eating grin as he said, “Yes.”

“You sure? ‘Cause I can think-“

Luke kissed Jules, effectively rocking Jules’ world. “I said ‘Yes.'”

“You said ye- Oh! You said yes!”

Luke laughed and kissed him again. “Yes, Jules, I will marry you. Nothing in this whole world would please me more than to be married to you.”

“Fuck yeah!” Jules climbed on top of Luke and proceeded to show him just how happy his answer made him. It was Jules’ turn to be on top….

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The next day, Jules and Luke stood in Jules’ living room. Jules’ brother, Seth, and their mother, Linda, both sat on the couch. Little Eoin sat on Seth’s lap. They all new something important was about to be said. They just didn’t know if it was going to be good or bad.

“Mom, Seth,” Jules began. He looked down at his son. “Eoin. Luke and I have some very important news. We’ll be moving to Boston, Mass and getting marrie-“

“You owe me fifty bucks, Ma,” Seth said, smirking.

“Now hold it just a minute there, son. I bet they’d get together before New Years.”

“I bet they’d get together before Christmas.”

“Semantics. I’m your mother. I don’t owe you anything.”

“Hey! A bet’s bet! You can’t renege on a bet like that!”

“Watch me.”

Jules and Luke just stood there through the whole exchange. Luke had to bite back a laugh, especially when he saw Jules’ dumbfounded expression. He nudged his shoulder with his own. When he had his attention, Luke leaned in and kissed him, full on the mouth in front of everybody. They vaguely heard Seth snickering in the background.

Eoin was quiet, as if he were thinking about something. Then he grinned one of those big, infectious kid ear-to-ear grins. “Does this mean I get to have two Daddies now? Or do I call Luke Mommy?”

Jules broke the kiss, laughing. “Yes, you get to have two daddies now. Luke and myself.”

“Cool!” He paused, then frowned. “Do they have panacakes in Boston, Daddy?”

“It’s ‘pancakes’, Eoin. And yes, they have pancakes in Boston.”

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Foster City, California — 2029

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I really should drink less of this stuff, Anna thought as she poured herself another iced coffee. She had already had seven or eight glasses today, a couple more than usual. Pouting a little, she returned the pot to the mini-fridge under her desk.

It was her ritual upon arriving in the office each morning: she would brew a pot of good coffee, wait for it to cool, add sweet, thick condensed milk, then leave the pot in the fridge until it was cold. Since she arrived no later than seven thirty every morning, the coffee was always ready to drink before nine. The first pot was usually gone by mid-afternoon. Then she would brew another.

The coffee was more or less the only unhealthy habit in which Anna indulged herself. She was otherwise the model of self-discipline. Healthy eating, plenty of exercise and a tireless work ethic. How else, she reminded herself proudly, would one become the youngest ever female CEO of a Fortune 500 company?

It was true – and at the age of forty-one, she had beaten out the previous record holder by a full five years! Not to mention that despite working insanely long hours she still maintained not only a perfectly toned figure but even the complexion of a much younger woman. Maybe a little too much coffee wasn’t the end of the world.

She closed her pale blue eyes and leaned back a little in her sumptuous leather desk chair. She tugged at the fringe of her immaculately straightened platinum blonde hair and toyed with the Rolex on her wrist. It was now around seven in the evening. Anna had been in the office for a full twelve hours.

She could hear the cleaning woman moving around outside. Awesome, Anna thought to herself, she’ll be in here disturbing me in a moment. Well for her sake, she’d better not dawdle – my time is far too valuable.

As she heard the cleaning woman approach the door of her office, Anna inhaled deeply through her nose. She began to feel a little lightheaded. She paused, exhaled, then drew in another deep breath. She thought she detected a hint of some strange smell in the air. It was not unpleasant, just difficult to place. Sort of sweet, but…

Now Anna felt even more lightheaded. Her mouth felt dry and all over her body she felt an odd tingling sensation. Boy, she thought, I must really be tired. She heard the door open, and she opened her eyes.

Anna breathed in sharply. Her eyes widened and her jaw fell slowly open. Suddenly her whole world was in turmoil.

The cleaning woman was slowly backing through the door, pulling her metal cart through after her. Anna’s gaze was fixated on the woman’s ass. It was… huge. So huge that it seemed barely to fit through the door. And not just wide, but round, full and curvaceous too. The usually unflattering skirt of the janitorial uniform clung to it like an indecent rag, as though it were hard to find enough material to drape over it.

As the cleaning woman backed through the door, her massive buttocks moved slowly up and down in a rolling, fluid rhythm. Anna became mesmerised. She couldn’t look away. Time slowed to a crawl as she stared. Her whole body felt hot and heavy, her heart thumped in her breast. She felt a hint of wetness between her legs.

What the fuck is happening? she yelled silently. She had never once in her life felt like this – never so intensely or so suddenly. Especially not about a woman. Especially, she thought with a flash of contempt, about a fat cleaning woman. I must be ill, or losing it. Something is seriously wrong here.

The cleaning woman was now fully inside the room, cart and all. She turned slowly to face Anna.

Her thick mane of glossy, black hair tumbled down her back in loose curls, held away from her face by a wide, colourful fabric headband. She had fairly dark skin, and her almond-shaped eyes were such a deep, rich brown that they looked almost black. Her red lips were full and pillowy. Her cheeks were fat and rounded and she had a large double chin. She wore a bored expression indicative of careless detachment from her thankless, menial task.

The pale green fabric of the cleaners’ uniform button-up shirt struggled hard to contain her huge breasts and her wide, fat belly – a Herculean task in which it seemed doomed to fail. Her legs with their thick thighs discernible beneath the olive skirt were clad in thin, black tights.

Anna sat slumped in her chair, open-mouthed and breathing heavily. She felt unable to move or speak. All she could do was stare.

The scent which she had detected before was now overwhelming. Although it was rather warm in the office and there was a visible sheen of sweat on the fat woman’s skin, it wasn’t that which Anna could smell. Or at least, not just that. It must be her perfume, thought Anna, though it did not smell like any perfume she had ever come across. It was very strange but somehow… intoxicating.

All that Anna could think about, as she stared, was peeling those layers casino siteleri of fabric from the woman’s sweat-glazed curves, sticking out her tongue, letting her head sink down…

“I clean?”

The question, lazily drawled in a thick, Hispanic accent, shook Anna from her reverie. She looked up dazedly at the woman’s face, as though struggling to remember why she was there.

“Miss – I clean?”

Only now did Anna realise she was expected to give an answer. When she tried to speak, she found that a lump in her throat prevented her from getting the words out. Instead she nodded dumbly.

The fat woman gave a vague shrug, then turned back to her cart to retrieve supplies. As her enormous ass swung slowly back into view, it once more became the sole focus of Anna’s attention. Blood pounded in her ears and cheeks as her thoughts were again replaced by erotic fantasies.

As the woman moved about the room, Anna’s eyes followed her. She worked extremely slowly, but Anna didn’t care. She didn’t notice. All she could think about now was getting closer to this woman. She had to find a way to initiate contact.

Then it hit her. She was, well… her. She was powerful, she was strong, and she was sexy too. If she wanted something – however strange or wrong it may seem – she didn’t sit there wishing for it. She had never in her life done that and she didn’t intend to start now! Whenever she wanted something, she went and she damn well took it.

While the woman’s back was turned, Anna undid one button on her white, silk blouse. Then she stood up and sauntered as casually as she could around the edge of the desk, running a finger along its edge as she did so. On the other side she stood pressing her firm ass against the edge of the desk. Her ankles were casually crossed and the heels of her palms rested on the wooden surface. She held her head up straight and made her eyes look fierce and proud.

The fat woman did not seem to notice Anna at all, instead just carrying on with what she was doing. After a long while, she happened to glance in Anna’s direction. Anna made eye contact and said in her best imperious tone, “You – come here.”

The woman set down her cloth and turned to face Anna, but otherwise she didn’t move. She regarded Anna coolly. Anna struggled to maintain her composure. She repeated, only a little less firmly, “Come here.”

After thinking about it for what seemed like forever the cleaning woman gave her palms a cursory wipe on her skirt, then took a few leisurely paces towards Anna.

If she were standing up straight, Anna would have reached about five foot eight. This woman was perhaps a couple of inches taller. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, but it was hard to tell.

As she approached the smell of her exotic perfume – or whatever it was – intensified. The air itself felt thick and heavy, and Anna felt her legs start to tremble. She bit the inside of her lip as she tried to keep it together.

Anna opened her mouth to start speaking, then realised she had forgotten what she was going to say. Fumbling for words which wouldn’t come, Anna felt herself getting more and more tongue-tied. And the other woman just kept staring at her with those cool, brown eyes.

Finally, just as it seemed she’d forgotten how to speak, Anna blurted out, “I’m very important!”

Anna struggled to keep herself from physically cringing. The other woman, of course, did not respond.

Regaining herself a little, Anna straightened up and continued, “I mean, uh – you know who I am, right? I’m the boss of this whole place. What I say goes – understand?”

The cleaning woman did not react. Her gaze didn’t even flicker. Then after some time, she answered quietly, “Si, señora. You big boss lady.”

“Yes, that’s right,” affirmed Anna, remembering just in time who she was trying to convince. “I’m in charge. And if you give me what I want, I could -“

As she spoke, Anna was acutely aware of how ridiculous she sounded, how sleazy and cheap. She’d been the target of endless sexual harassment over the years, and many of those come-ons had sounded a lot better than this one. But she was desperate. She didn’t know what else to try. So she ploughed on.

“- I could do a lot for you in return. I mean – a lot.”

The woman said nothing at first. Her expression shifted almost imperceptibly – a glitter in the eyes, a minute twitch of the lips – but it was enough. She understands! thought Anna. She understands – and she’s not horrified!

With just a hint of amusement in her voice, the fat woman drawled, “So… what you want, miss?”

Anna’s wet lips parted slowly. Her eyes glazing over a little, she breathed in a thick, soft voice – “Kiss me.”

The other woman’s big lips spread slowly into a broad smirk. Anna floated off into a dream-world as the woman moved towards her. Now the fat woman’s big soft breasts and belly, damp with sweat, were pressing against her, pressing her hard against the desk. As the fat woman leaned in, Anna’s eyes rolled back canlı casino in her head and she made a soft whimpering noise.

The woman’s lips moved past Anna’s eager mouth without making contact. They grazed Anna’s cheek on the way to her ear, where they whispered, “You have to wait.”

Then the woman turned and walked away, took up her cart and moved unhurriedly towards the door. Anna sank to her knees in despair, her eyes still helplessly glued to the cleaning woman’s big, beautiful ass.

As the door opened and then closed Anna sank down to all fours. Then her head sank down to the floor as well. Without any conscious thought, her hand moved up between her legs and starting rubbing. Within ten seconds she came hard, keeling over onto her side as she did so. She lay there panting heavily.

All she could think was, “God, god, fuck… please let her be back tomorrow.”

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Anna was tired. Her head felt fuzzy. Her limbs felt stiff. Coffee hadn’t helped.

She hadn’t slept at all last night. She couldn’t stop thinking about the fat cleaning woman. She’d masturbated seven times – or was it eight? She’d lost count. The one time she’d briefly dozed off, she’d woken up to find herself masturbating again. She was utterly powerless to stop herself.

I’m the poster child of discipline, she thought – I’m the queen of self-control! That iron will which had carried her through a dazzling career – starting as a pharmaceutical sales rep at the age of eighteen to where she was now, CEO of one of the world’s foremost pharmaceutical research and biotechnology companies – all that poise and grit, where was it now? In one day, what had become of her? Who was she?

It was seven thirty in the evening. She had finished her work an hour ago. But she couldn’t leave. So she just sat here in her office – waiting.

When she finally heard the cleaning woman moving around outside, she was flooded with ecstatic relief. Then she thought with dread – what if it’s not her? But it was… right? Of course it was. It had to be.

As the person outside approached the door, Anna caught a whiff of that now familiar scent. Once again relieved, she sagged happily in her chair and breathed in deeper.

The door opened. That vast and curvaceous rump once again filled Anna’s vision. Anna found herself once again enraptured and immobile. A small stream of drool began to trickle from the corner of her open mouth.

The woman moved around the room, again working slowly. Again Anna’s eyes followed. Anna’s thoughts were again dominated by visions of carnal desire. She found herself yearning desperately to suck on the fat woman’s nipples.

Eventually it dawned on Anna that the woman had no intention of acknowledging her existence. It would again be up to her to take action. But she was more confident this time.

She stood up and strutted around the desk. As she did so, she undid three buttons on her blouse, so that her breasts were almost entirely on display. Then she leaned against the desk in the same position as she had yesterday, waiting for the other woman to turn round.

When she did, Anna immediately made eye contact. At first neither of them spoke. Then the cleaning woman gave the barest hint of a smirk, a twitch of the eyebrow. Anna took this as her cue. She purred in her sexiest voice, “You owe me a kiss.”

Anna hoped desperately that she hadn’t come on too strong. She was relieved when the other woman began slowly walking towards her.

The fat woman pressed against Anna in the same way as she had yesterday. Anna was overcome with arousal. As her head tilted back, the fat woman moved her palm round to catch it, sliding her fingers up into Anna’s hair. She pulled Anna’s head forward a little and stared intensely into the blonde woman’s dazed and expectant eyes.

Then she said, “I’m not going to kiss you.”

Anna felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. She felt her whole world crumbling. Wild-eyed now, suddenly on the verge of tears, she sputtered, “…bu- bu- bu-…”

The other woman continued casually, “But if you want…”

Anna stood stiffly, clutching the desk. She was hanging on the fat woman’s words.

“…if you want, you can kiss my feet.”

Anna was totally nonplussed. This wasn’t how she had expected this to go down. What the hell was happening?

“Sure,” the fat woman continued smoothly. “I sit here…”

Now it was her turn to wander round to the other side of the desk. Anna’s eyes automatically fell to her ass as she went. Then she eased her enormous backside into Anna’s chair, which creaked as it took her weight.

“I sit here,” she repeated, as she kicked off her flat black shoes, “you go down here…” She pointed under the desk, wiggling her toes within her black tights as she did so. “…and you kiss my feet,” she finished matter-of-factly.

Anna’s head span. She couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She, an important woman, a respected person, get down kaçak casino on the floor and… and this menial woman, who she could buy and sell with a snap of her fingers – this fat cleaning woman, this nobody, expected her to… she, Anna Baskin, CEO – kneel down and kiss some fat woman’s sweaty feet?

But oh fuck, why did that sound so good? She wanted to do it. Fuck… she really wanted to do it! How could she possibly want to do it? How could she…

With a start, Anna realised she was already sinking to her knees. Then, slowly, as though in a trance, she crawled under the desk.

Down here on the floor, by the woman’s voluptuous, nylon-clad legs, that scent which Anna now craved was overpowering. Anna inhaled rapidly and deeply through her nose, over and over again. Her eyes glazed over and the floor seemed to tilt listlessly. Her chin was wet with drool.

She crawled forward and knelt up. The other woman was sat leaning back in the chair, the edge of the desk pressed into her big belly. Her legs were halfway parted and stretched out towards Anna, knees only a little bent, feet resting on the floor. From this angle, Anna could see that the black tights were actually thigh-high stockings. For a moment Anna wondered vaguely where the woman bought them. Those thick thighs were so vast in circumference that it was scarcely credible any mass-produced stockings would fit them.

Then, without thinking any more about anything, Anna reached up and hooked her fingertips under the elastic encircling the fat woman’s right thigh.

As she pulled at the elastic and peeled the thin nylon away from the brown, sweat-slicked flesh, Anna trembled and whimpered needily.

The right stocking came away, quickly followed by the left. Now Anna was down on her hands and knees, her head lowered almost to the floor, barely an inch from the fat woman’s right foot.

She heard a vague whisper at the back of her mind: stop, stop, don’t do this. But it was no use; she couldn’t stop herself. She puckered up and kissed.

As soon as her mouth made contact with the foot, she was racked by a jolt of arousal so intense that her whole body shuddered stiffly. For a moment she was paralysed. Then, with sudden, wild abandon, she began licking every inch of the fat woman’s foot. She whimpered and moaned loud like an animal, her pussy throbbing and tingling as juice trickled down her thighs.

It tasted so good… so, so good. How could it possibly taste this good? Anna had never before in her life been so turned on.

At some point, she swung to the right and began giving the left foot the same treatment. Then, when she had tasted every inch of both feet, her greedy tongue moved up to the seated woman’s fat ankle. Then up her gorgeous, brown leg, until suddenly Anna was lapping at the woman’s sweaty inner thigh.

It was then that Anna felt a pair of hands clutch her hair at the back, pulling her in further. Her arousal spiked again fiercely, and she whimpered even louder.

Anna’s mind was utterly blank, her entire body throbbing with ecstasy. The taste of the fat woman filled Anna’s mouth; the smell of her filled Anna’s nostrils. Anna – though she still could scarcely believe it – was in paradise.

As her head moved even further up the woman’s leg, pulled inexorably by those insistent hands, Anna’s tongue moved ever more frantically.

As she pulled Anna’s head in that last inch, the cleaning woman smiled triumphantly, let her head loll back, and closed her eyes.

Anna’s loud squeals and moans were heavily muffled as she lapped exultantly at the fat woman’s hot, wet, hairy cunt. Every moment she spent down there was sheer bliss. She couldn’t help but love being used in this way. Two days ago she would hardly have deigned to acknowledge this woman’s existence, and now… here she was, servicing her like a desperate slut. It was so wrong – but it turned her on so much.

After some time, the fat woman began moaning loudly. She pulled Anna’s head in harder and started thrusting rhythmically against Anna’s face.

Then all at once she was cumming in hot, gushing waves, a roaring torrent which Anna gladly drowned in.

As wave after wave of hot cum drenched Anna’s face, her arousal surged to a staggering, tempestuous crescendo. Unbearably intense pleasure, combined with a lack of oxygen, rapidly overwhelmed Anna’s consciousness.

All awareness and sensation vanished, leaving only a faint roaring in her ears – then nothing.

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When Anna came to, it was dark. Her mouth felt dry. She looked around in the dim light, struggling to remember where she was. An office… her office… yes… but why was she here? Why was she sitting down in the corner of the room?

Anna was sitting on the floor at the back of the room, huddled in the corner with her back against the wall. The little light in the room was artificial, coming in from outside through the large window behind the desk.

Anna looked down at herself. Her blouse was fully unbuttoned, displaying her black, lacy lingerie bra. Her legs were completely bare, also of underwear. Her right hand was down between her legs. The index and middle finger were extended and pressed together, resting just inside the lips of her pussy.

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Sending out a big thank you to everyone who commented on the original story. I hope you like the sequel just as much. ~~ BrettJ

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Daniel Talbot was eagerly waiting for the arrival of his sister. Aunt Katrina had given him the day off from his chores, although he had made sure everything around the house was perfect. He wanted his sister to be impressed and he also wanted to show his gratitude for everything the sensual Katrina had done for him.

He chuckled to himself as he remembered how nervous he had been when he first heard the news that he’d be going to live with his aunt. Katrina had made an impression on him at an early age as being elegant and intimidating, regal and somewhat aloof. That was the image she wanted to project to the world. Only those closest to her learned the truth.

That truth presented itself almost from the get-go. The woman who picked him up in the sporty little MG looked young, leggy and hot and walked with the slinky style of a supermodel. She seemed to be much more easy-going than he remembered. She put him at ease with her dazzling smile and she was never short of compliments when he did good work around the house. As a result, he did his best job each and every time. Every plant was tended to, the lawns were mowed to precision and he tackled any chore she asked without grumbling.

It was hard to ignore Katrina in any fashion, because she moved like the dancer she had once been. She had gone dancing with her second husband a number of times until he traded her in for a younger model. Was he an idiot?, Daniel often wondered. His aunt was the foxiest woman on earth. She didn’t like much older than his sister, who was in her early 20’s, although Daniel knew that she was in her 30’s.

Denise was due to arrive any minute and he couldn’t wait to see her. The promises that Katrina had made to Daniel had him excited all week. As a thank you, each and every fuck he shared with Katrina had driven her to the point of exhaustion. He wanted to thank her for the kinky adventure they were about to undertake and the ones they had already shared.

Some might think it was wrong for a young man to be fucking his aunt, but they were damned fools! Both he and Katrina believed you took your pleasure where you found it, of course, it had been Katrina who had taught him that particular lesson. She made no apologies for being a hedonist or for having the sex drive of 3 women. It had cost her two marriages, but she just picked up the pieces and found new lovers to inspire further desires. Daniel had been the latest of many.

What surprised them both was their chemistry in bed. Katrina believed that she would add Danny to her parade of lovers and he would keep her satisfied at home. She didn’t count on his being an exceptional pupil and having the stamina he had. He was also very smooth and confident in his movements, due to his own not-inconsiderable dancing skills. If Katrina made a move, he was able to pick up on it. It was also an asset that he was young, flexible and in terrific shape.

Daniel didn’t think he would find his aunt as sexy as he did. Katrina was up for anything and she had the most energy of any sexual partner he had ever been with. They enjoyed each other’s company, had gone dancing a number of times and swam together every day. Yet it was bed where they complimented each other most. Her hands would move all over his body and their touch would send him skyrocketing. He was glad they hadn’t hooked up the first night he arrived and had gotten to know each other. He loved learning all the naughty little things about Katrina and it had been fun almost catching her with a lover. He adored the sexy little whimpers she made in bed and the way her nails would dig into his back whenever he fucked her on top. She knew that he liked her to talk dirty and she could be the filthiest of sluts, yet when it was over, she was back to being Katrina again.

Katrina’s arms encircled him now as he looked out the window. “You’re not being like yourself,” Katrina chuckled as she nuzzled his ear. “You’re normally very patient.”

“That was before,” Daniel sighed. Before referred to the time before Katrina revealed to him that it had been Denise she was in bed with that evening, that she and Denise had been lovers as well and that Denise had expressed a desire to fuck her younger brother. All of that had been before.

Katrina had been the happy beneficiary of her nephew’s lusts, also fueled by the fact she had arranged to make it all happen. Her motives weren’t entirely altruistic, she had long desired an opportunity to make love to Deborah, Denise’s lover and an acquaintance of her own that she had never bedded. The timing had never been right for her and the Japanese-Hawaiian beauty, but there were no obstacles in their way this time.

“They’re HERE!” Daniel yelled like a little kid as a sporty little Hyundai pulled into the driveway. He practically ran out to greet his sister, sweeping her up in his arms. Denise was giggling hysterically when he casino oyna put her down.

“Whoa little brother, let a girl breathe,” Denise laughed. “I guess you’re not so little anymore, are you? What a handsome fucker you are, right Deb?”

WHOA was the thought going through Danny’s mind as he saw his sister’s roommate for the very first time. He had never even seen pictures of the woman and what a shame that was. She was tall and willowy, with ash-blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. Daniel was reminded of the first time he saw Katrina, Deborah just knocked you over with her beauty. Wearing a snug pair of shorts and heels, with a low-cut white blouse, Deborah was a visual feast. She seemed to have legs that went on forever and Daniel could easily see why Deborah and his sister were not just “roommates”. She was exotic and beautiful, but what did this beautiful creature see in his older sister?

Then Daniel had the good sense to step back and look at his sister. WHOA again! Where had she gotten that body? In 3-inch silver heels, she was a few inches taller than her lover, she’d had a lovely wave put in her blonde hair and was perfectly coiffed and made up. Also wearing a short skirt and gauzy top, Daniel noticed his sister was just as foxy as her girlfriend. He picked up their luggage and took it indoors, looking up to thank the heavens the girls were staying for a 4-day weekend.

Katrina brought out a nice bottle of wine as the two women settled in. Denise and Deborah were both fully aware of Daniel’s relationship with Katrina, so she snuggled against him on one couch while they shared another. Daniel knew he’d be hearing lots of interesting stories this weekend and seeing sights he had never even imagined. It blew his fucking mind that he would be in bed with all 3 of these women this weekend. Then he thought better of that, he might be jumping the gun. He had no reason to assume that Deborah would want to go to bed with him, maybe she was only into girls?

“Relax studly, I’m not going to jump your bones … yet,” Deborah chuckled, putting an end to that lingering thought.

“Not before I do anyway,” Denise snickered. “Right Danny?”

Daniel nodded and smiled confidently. Before becoming Katrina’s lover, he would not have been so self-assured and known that he could please his bi-sexual sister. But now, he knew that if he could keep up with the sex-goddess that was Katrina, he could handle any woman. “I hope you can handle me, sis,” Daniel bragged. “Once I get my groove on, I don’t let anyone get off the ride!”

“Listen to the cocky little bastard,” Denise said as she gave her girlfriend a peck on the cheek. “We’ll see about that, lit … Daniel.”

Karina sipped her wine and licked her lips slowly, giving Daniel a quick kiss as well. She leaned over and said to her niece, in a soft, dulcet tone “He’s that good, sweetheart.” She placed her hands on Daniel’s arms and said “He almost exhausts me.” Daniel thought if he was a rooster, he would have been crowing by now.

“You know, this weekend isn’t all about sex,” Daniel smiled.

“It isn’t? Okay Denise, let’s get going,” Deborah joked.

“How’s your new life sis, are you meeting new friends, what are you up to?” Daniel asked. Denise and Deborah filled him in on their life together, their new place and sexy friends. It seemed to the younger man that most of their friends were women and from the descriptions, hot women If they were as hot as his sister and Deborah, it boggled the ever-lovin’ frickin’ mind!

“How’s Mom?” Denise asked, voicing the question that had lingered in the air.

“We spoke with Dad yesterday, nothing’s changed,” Daniel said with a sigh. Although Penny’s drinking is what had been one of the reasons for his leaving home and ending up in this wonderful relationship, he still wanted his mother sober and healthy again. “He wants her to go to rehab, but she refuses. I honestly think he’s contemplating divorce, which is sad, because he really loves Mom.”

“I know he loves Mom, we all do,” Denise said, almost in tears. “I don’t know why a sane, rational woman could throw everything away for alcohol, I don’t.”

“Your mother is ill honey, it had been building for a long time,” Karina said, going over to her niece and giving her a comforting hug. “I’m glad that you trusted me enough to live here and that you’ve found someone who loves you. Cling to your loved ones and draw strength from them.”

Daniel watched his aunt-lover deal with the situation and his admiration grew. Not only was she the sexiest woman he had ever met, she was smart and practical. She knew when there was a time for fun and a time for serious and kept everyone where they needed to be.

“I think we’re getting too serious, so why don’t we all have dinner and lighten the mood?” Karina smiled. “I’ve made a lovely lasagna with home-baked bread, there’s a nice dessert and we can enjoy some more of this lovely wine,” She told them.

They all sat around the dining room table and enjoyed a lovely meal. canlı casino Daniel took in the sight of the three beauties he’d be spending the weekend with, each different in her own way. It saddened him to think that his mother couldn’t enjoy an evening like this, that one drink turned into many drinks. He knew there was an inner demon in Penny that couldn’t be silenced, so he concentrated his efforts on being witty and charming, partially to keep his sister from drifting back into melancholy.

Dinner was fabulous and dessert and coffee topped off a fabulous evening. They all continued to laugh and talk and as the evening went on, it was clear what was on everyone’s mind. Denise was sitting near her brother, she just took his hand and led him upstairs. The siblings could hear the high-heeled footsteps of Karina and Deborah following behind them.

They reached the bedroom before anyone else. Using a dimmer switch, Denise set the lights to match their mood. She perched on the side of the bed and smiled. “So, you’re sure that you can handle your big sister?” She smiled as she licked her lips.

“Older maybe, but not bigger,” Daniel replied with a macho swagger. He knew Karina and Deborah had now joined them and were watching his actions. He began undressing, taking off his shirt to reveal a body even more buff than before, made lean from swimming and tan from working outdoors every day.

Deborah whispered something to Karina that Daniel couldn’t hear. It must have been cute, because his aunt giggled.

His shirt off, he pulled Denise close and he kissed her. At first, he kept the kiss sensual the way Karina liked, but then he let his passion flow through his veins. Denise began kissing him back and her body responded in kind. This confident young stud was her brother? Her nipples were stiff against her blouse and all she wanted to do at this moment was rip off her clothes, climb aboard Danny’s cock and fuck him senseless. She adored Deborah and their life together, Deborah was so sexy and demanding, but dammit, it had been a long time since a cock had been the object of her desire. She whimpered as he broke the kiss, but with remarkable speed, Daniel made short work of her blouse. He marveled that she didn’t wear a bra but her breasts were so perfect and delicate, she didn’t need one. He kissed each nipple and Denise shuddered.

Karina’s dark eyes watched Daniel with pride. She could feel Deborah’s hot breath on her neck and couldn’t wait until those lips were on the rest of her body.

Denise lifted her hips so that her handsome brother could slide her skirt down her long legs. She had caught him staring at her legs several times tonight and was glad that she liked to dance and swim and keep them toned. They were her lover’s favorite feature as well and knowing how sexy Deb’s legs were, she always felt pleased to hear that. She smiled when her brother saw she wasn’t wearing panties either, just her naked body had been underneath her clothes. Knowing it pleased him as much as it had pleased her aunt and Deborah made her feel empowered. Denise liked to think of herself as a sexual woman with all the privileges that entailed.

Despite all that, she felt like modeling clay in the hands of her brother. Aunt Karina had taught him well, he had the most beautiful hands and he was using his mouth to arouse her more each minute. Her skin was tingling and her nipples loved having him pluck on them. She caught Deborah and Karina watching them, Deborah’s arms around her aunt’s waist. She winked at both of them, knowing they’d join them in bed shortly.

“My turn baby,” Denise told her brother. “You’ve got me so fucking wet, let’s see that cock. It’s going to be in my pussy as many times as I can get it away from those two bitches, so lemme see what it is I’m getting.” She gasped when he tugged his pants and boxers down … her last boyfriend had been nowhere near as large as Danny and neither were any of their sex toys.

“Fuck, what a humongous cock!” Deborah said in a voice Daniel did hear. He had no basis for comparison and only worried about using it properly to satisfy Karina. As she constantly praised his increasing sexual prowess, he just did his best each time and was rewarded with fucking intense sex and a few marks on his back that were like a badge of honor to the young man.

Sucking it into her mouth, Denise almost gagged at first. She relaxed her throat and took more of him in, laving it with her tongue while caressing it with her hand. He was long and wide, how fucking cool was that? She bobbed her head up and down noisily, wanting to put on a show for Deb and Karina. She knew both of them were unrepentant voyeurs. “Ho-lee FUCK sis,” Daniel gasped as his sister throated him.

“Good?”

“Oh yeah, I think my head’s gonna explode,” Daniel panted as he ran his fingers through her thick blonde hair.

“You didn’t cum,” Denise pouted.

“He’s well trained and can hold it,” Karina bragged. “Our record is two hours, he fucked me from 11 until past 1 AM and kaçak casino didn’t cum once until then. I could not say the same,” Karina chuckled.

Denise pushed her younger brother on his back as Karina and Deborah joined them on the king-sized bed. “I’m going to see what this big fucker can do in my cunt,” Denise grinned as Karina and Deborah slowly got out of their clothes. Her sexy body wiggled and moved down on her brother’s cock, Daniel himself groaned. His sister had an incredibly snug pussy and he wasn’t quite sure if he would fit. Daniel looked to his right to see Karina and Deborah loving each other up. Karina had such a blissful look on her face, he wondered if she wore the same expression when he fucked her?

Daniel knew that he couldn’t pay too much attention to Karina and her lover, he had his sister to deal with. Using the skills he had learned from Karina, he began to tantalize his sibling with all the tricks he knew. “Oh!” Denise gasped as her head snapped back. “You ARE good, you little fucker, keep that up,” Denise groaned as she slammed her body back down against his throbbing cock. Daniel found himself wondering how much of his sister’s sexy little trick had been taught to her by Karina as well.

Denise screamed and thrust herself down upon Daniel’s cock, her body released and it wasn’t hard to see that she had just enjoyed one hell of an orgasm. She kissed her brother and then leaned over and shared a passionate kiss with Deborah. Karina was between the exotic young woman’s legs but Denise’s scream caused her to lift her head and smile at everyone. She moved away from Deborah and yanked Denise to her. “Let’s keep this little fuckfest going, Deborah, you want my nephew to fuck you?”

The exotic beauty smiled at Daniel. “With the way he just made my baby cum, you bet I do! Come here handsome, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Daniel couldn’t believe he was really going to the fuck the exotic Deborah. She had captivated him since her arrival and she had the sexiest voice and was smart and funny. She was also smoking hot and as Daniel watched his sister and Karina move into a sixty-nine beside them, he was practically drooling for the opportunity to fuck the gorgeous Hawaiian.

Deborah did not disappoint, she took his cock deep into her mouth and began sucking on it. She had the sexiest smile, as if tasting her lover’s pussy cream on his cock was an added treat. Her tongue whirled around his cock, she throated him right down to his balls and then she swung herself around. Now her pussy was available to Daniel and he ate her until her juices were pouring from her cunt. When she was gasping for air, Dan figured he’d done a great job at making her cum. She turned around and presented her body to him. “Fuck me from behind, you motherfucker!” Deborah snarled. “Make me feel it, drive it deep.”

“He’s actually an aunt-fucker, but you’re close enough,” Karina chuckled. Daniel grabbed Deborah by the hips and gave her just what she wanted, a deep, solid fucking. She groaned as she was impaled on his thick shaft, then she began to move around so her body pulled him in as deep as he could go. Karina and Denise were still making out like crazy, but they were also watching the initial fuck of their respective lovers.

“Give it to my baby good Danny, the gorgeous slut can take it!” Denise encouraged her brother.

“Yeah baby, give it to her Daniel, she’s such a sexy little whore!” Karina shouted.

“Oh yes, I am, such a slut, a whore for cunts and cocks!” Deborah groaned as Daniel pounded her pussy with his cock. She fucked him back and felt a white-hot heat in her pussy, it had been years since she’d felt this kind of sexual inferno and even longer since a man had brought it out. Daniel was a very good fuck, confident and masterful as well as giving. He was moving his hips back and forth and letting her adjust to his girth, now Karina and Denise had joined them. Deborah’s face was covered with Karina’s perfect cunt while her girlfriend sucked her tits and ran her hands over her brother’s toned body. The evening had turned into early morning, yet no one was tired. They all kept fucking and sucking, trying to wear out the young man who was taking such good care of them.

Karina wrapped her long legs around Daniel’s back and had Denise lay her juicy snatch on her face. While her nephew was fucking her, Deborah was egging him out.

“God, what a hot young stud you are Dan, fuck them all!” She hissed. “Cum in your aunt’s cunt and we’ll eat it out of her pussy, that’s what I want! What do you think Denise, should we do that for these nasty, kinky people?”

“Yeah, eating cock juice out of auntie’s cunt, that’s something we’ve never done!” Denise moaned as her aunt’s tongue went in deeper. “Fill the slut full Danny, give her a big load of cum and we’ll lick it all out!”

Daniel had learned the valuable lesson that his female relatives knew what was best, so he surged forwards a few more times and let go of his load. Once he had cum as much as he could, Deborah kissed him and pushed him away gently. She went down to Karina’s cunt and began eating her, to be joined by Denise a moment or so later. From the howls he heard from Karina, she was cumming and cumming and cumming …

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The world swirled around him in a wash of dazzling colours and bright lights. It was beautiful and intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the stars that danced like a halo around his bed.

He stepped quietly out of the bedroom and made his way out towards gilded balcony doors. A young lord, Tate didn’t even know his name, lay sleeping in the far corner of the room, passed out and snoring with a goblet of spilled wine in his open hand.

He eased the doors open and stepped outside, both relieved and shocked by the sudden cold that tore into his flesh. Howling wind and rain soaked him in moments, leaving his shivering and numb as he stepped out towards the balcony edge.

The lights created a gilded path and bid him to follow. He peered out over the top and felt a wave of sudden terror. Heights never used to frighten him, in fact the feeling of freedom he experienced when he was up high used to be exhilarating. It will be fast, he thought sombrely and suddenly, the thought cutting through his fear, leaving him drained and weary as he gripped the railing and stared down into the flickering lights of the city.

He climbed over the edge, shaking and sickened by the terrible act he was about to commit. Lukas once told him that there was no greater sin among their people than suicide. He wondered if the gods would accept him in the afterlife.

He leaned forward and paused, letting the rain and wind pummel him. This is it, he thought as he pitched forward and let his arms go wide. Finally, he would be free.

“So eager to die?” The familiar voice that so often followed his dreams asked softly beside him. They fell together but as always Tate couldn’t see the other creatures face. “You have to come and see me first little brother.”

“I’m not your brother.” Tate said angrily. “Why do you never show yourself? Are you ashamed?”

“Perhaps, though pride means little to me now.”

“It can seem like that when people strip it to shreds.” Tate observed breathlessly.

Though he couldn’t see it he sensed his companion smiled. “Do you wish to fall or fly little brother?”

Tate looked hard to his right and the shade of a man came into view. The half-blood almost caught a glimpse of his features, he saw a shock of silver hair and pale skin before the ground rushed up to meet him and he woke screaming in Christian’s arms.

***********

“So,” Falliath said, drawing the word out as he grinned at Lukas. “You’ve finally snapped?”

“I’m not insane you little urchin.” Lukas said fondly as he reached out and ruffled the boy’s unruly locks. “This could work.”

“You really think so?” He asked dubiously.

Lukas flashed him a tired smile, ignoring his question as he turned around to show the lad his borrowed armour. The unfamiliar weight felt strange and constricting but the chainmail certainly protected the vital parts of his body. He wondered how much good it would do him when he was discovered and some mad northerner decided to stick a sword through him. . “What do you think?” He asked

“I think you’re probably going to die.” The boy said softly. “And I’ll be all alone again.”

Lukas took a deep breath and placed his hand firmly on the lad’s bony shoulder. He realised the importance of what he was about to say and almost faltered before he wrapped the lad in a tight embrace. “When I get them back I’ll return for you Falliath. You have my word on that. You’re a brother to me now. I’ll see to it that you’re never alone again.”

“And my Mama?” He asked, and for once all the swagger was gone from his voice and he sounded like the child he really was. He clutched Lukas’s shoulders with a sad sort of desperation and Lukas wondered if the boy had been held since the day he lost his mother.

“I don’t think she’s coming back Falliath.” He whispered, pulling the boy closer against his chest. “I’m truly so sorry.”

The boy took a deep breath, wiped hastily as his eyes and nodded his head once. Surprisingly he grinned. “Well seeing as you’ve given your word that you won’t die or abandon me I can’t possibly imagine how anything could go wrong.”

Despite himself Lukas laughed. “You’ve got a sharp tongue boyo, anyone ever tell you that?”

Two sparkling green eyes smiled up at him. “We’ve all got our weapons Lukas.”

****

“Tate?” The tracker chased after the Halfling, coming to an abrupt stop as the small man turned around and glared at him. “A moment of your time if you please?”

It wasn’t really a request and the mongrel knew it. He stared expectantly at the tracker with a look of boredom and disdain.

“I thought you might help me with something.” He continued, ignoring the snotty bastard’s imperious attitude.

“I doubt it.” Tate said stiffly. His eyes settled somewhere above Lamidor eyes as he waited with barely concealed annoyance.

Damn mongrel thought he was too good to even look at him. “You might be surprised.” The tracker said, grinding casino oyna his teeth just a little as he leaned forward and grabbed the small mans arm.

Tate’s eyes snapped down in obvious distress. “Get off.” He growled.

“I will.” Lamidor promised. “But I want to be sure you’re paying attention before I do. Now, about my favour? I’m looking for someone, a young man that you were once quite intimate with.”

“Burn in bloodied ashes.” He spat, tugging uselessly at his trapped arm.

“Such a temper does not befit such a fine and dandy lordling as you young Tate.” He gave the mongrel a fierce shake. “Be still and answer my questions and I’ll let you go in just a moment.”

The damnable little bastard lashed out with his foot and dealt Lamidor a solid blow to his kneecap. The tracker gasped in pain as his leg collapsed beneath him but to both of their surprise he did not let go of the mongrel’s wrist. “Little shit, my damned knee!”

“Consider it a return for having stuck a knife through my leg!” The mongrel thrashed to be free but Lamidor refused to release him. “Get off!” He shouted, his voice high and more than a little panicky as the tracker mustered the strength to lever himself to his feet, dragging the struggling lordling with him. “Release me!” He bellowed, moving so violently that Lamidor was hard pressed to keep hold of him.

He’d had enough! He caught the small mans shirtfront and pushed him hard into the wall at his back. The half-blood let out a gasped groan and fell abruptly still. His eyes locked onto Lamidor and he drew a snarled smile. “I hope I broke your knee.” He hissed.

Lamidor smiled nastily back at him but to his credit the halfling didn’t flinch. “Not even nearly. Are you ready to answer my very simple question now or would you like to try this again?” Before the other man could answer the tracker drew Tate forward and slammed him into the wall at his back. “I could do this all day.” He sang.

A slightly dazed look passed fleetingly over Tate’s face before he pulled himself together and met the trackers intense gaze. “What do you want?”

“Just a little information. It should be easy for you as I’m told you spent some time with the man I’m looking for.”

Tate’s unusual eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“He’s a tinker, a young man that has perhaps a few years on you. Shall we say around thirty? He’s tall and thin with dark blonde hair and blue eyes.”

Tate laughed at him, but not before Lamidor detected the quick look of panic on his face. “That could be anyone in this city. You’ve described about every inhabitant here.”

“I think we both know that the young man I’m looking for is a little more distinct. Tell me his name and anything else you can think of and I’ll let you go on your merry way.”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about!” Tate let out a frustrated growl as he tried to break free.

“I’m talking about the tinker, the one you were with before I caught up to you. There were two, brothers no doubt? I remember their eyes and their colouring and the nonsense they had braided in their ridiculous hair. I remember their speech and their build.” He slapped the small man’s face lightly when he opened his mouth to answer. “Do not think to lie to me and pretend you hardly knew them. I heard enough from both tinkers to realize one of them was utterly besotted with you. Feelings like that take time to develop.” He caught the Halflings chin in a bruising grasp. “Tell me his name.”

Tate stared back at him before abruptly spitting in Lamidor’s face. The tracker snarled in fury and brought back his fist when sense prevailed. He looked closely and saw the sheer panic in the lordling’s alien eyes. Now that he thought about it that desperate look had been there since they had begun their little chat. He did not think it was purely because the half-blood feared him. There was something else. Something to do with his quarry perhaps? “Have you seen him?” He asked abruptly, almost idly. When the look of panic flared into terror Lamidor realised that he had stumbled upon a gem. “You have haven’t you? He’s in the city even now isn’t he?”

The blood drained from the Halflings face as Lamidor leaned into him. He pursed his lips and looked away but the tracker refused to allow him the escape. “Where did you see him last?”

“I’ve not seen him, either of them since before you and I met.” He said, trying to pull free though the gesture seemed to lack any real strength. “I have no idea where he is!”

“Where did you see him?” Lamidor persisted.

Tate sighed and looked past him again. “I tell you I haven’t!”

Lamidor looked at him carefully. The young man was clearly lying. The tinker had been in the city and if he had any hope of fulfilling the prophesy to kill the prince he would need to stay close to the city.

Lamidor had the tinkers scent.

The hunt had begun.

****

“Remember,” Adam warned him, leaning close so that no one could overhear. “You’re a fighter now canlı casino and as far as the other guards are concerned you always have been. Being one of them means you don’t back down to anyone and you don’t apologise for anything.” He leaned in a little closer and gripped the back of Lukas’s neck. “Respect these people, especially your superiors. Being bold doesn’t mean you need to be stupid. If you show them respect without fear they’ll offer you the same in return.” He bumped their foreheads together briefly before straightening his back. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

Lukas swallowed the lump in his throat and followed his friend without trying to look too reluctant or nervous, both of which he was feeling in abundance. The noise that exploded around him as they entered the guard tower was deafening and Lukas had to resist the urge to block his ears as he was led past group after group of grizzled soldiers, all of whom seemed to stare at him with open hostility.

Adam stopped before a curtained alcove and spoke quietly to the imposing guard posted outside. They exchanged a few words of greeting; laughing quietly together before the guard bid them wait and disappeared through the alcove. The two tinkers stood facing each other for a moment before they were ushered inside.

The room was surprisingly large but sparse and cold. Five men sat together before the fire playing a game of dice. They looked up as the tinkers entered and the eldest of the group waved his arm in idle greeting. “Ah, Adam. You’ll have to forgive me but the game has lasted longer than I anticipated. Sit and join us.”

There was only one spare chair and Adam took it. Lukas was left standing behind him. He made a show of looking stiff and fierce as he had seen the other guards do outside. He locked his eyes on the mantelpiece in front of him and tried not to give into the temptation to wipe his sweaty palms against his trouser legs.

The game wore on and as time passed Lukas was feeling more and more panicked. Since as long as he could remember his first reaction when faced with a soldier was to either run or make himself as invisible and harmless as possible. By the gods, how had he let Adam talk him into such a stupid idea? He couldn’t pass himself off as a soldier. He had no training and about as much instinct to kill as a squirrel.

“So this is the boy you were raving about?” Lukas had heard the others call him Kerious. “He doesn’t look like much. Big enough I suppose but he’s a bit of a pretty boy.”

Mindful of what Adam had told him earlier Lukas straightened up a little and met the other mans gaze evenly. “My pretty face is the last thing many men have gazed upon before my sword severed their heads from their shoulders. I’m no poxy sir.”

A young man with shockingly white hair and creamy skin sniffed loudly. “You’ve a mouth on you boy.”

“I’m no boy.” He said evenly.

“Alright then, man. What are you know as?”

“Alec.” He answered, using the false name Adam had insisted upon.

“Adam tells me you’ve a way with a bow.” Kerious said neutrally. “I’ve need of some good archers. The fact that you can use a sword is all the better. Perhaps a demonstration is in order.”

“Of course.” Lukas said, smiling so tightly he was sure his teeth were about to crack.

Kerious grinned at him with some small malice. “Then I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

*****

“Tate?” A voice boomed from behind him, causing the half-blood to start and falterer momentarily with the heavy stack of books in his arms. They would have fallen if a strong hand didn’t catch his shoulder and help steady his load. He looked up into Tanis’s smiling face, momentarily relieved that it wasn’t the tracker following him again and offered the young prince a sour look.

Tanis laughed deeply, clearly amused though he seemed to try for an apologetic expression that was entirely insincere. “I’m sorry I startled you.” He said, taking a pile of the books from Tate’s arms. “I need to talk to you.”

“Why?” Tate asked, knowing he sounded blunt but not particularly caring as blood rushed frantically into his ears and his heart beat rabbit quick in his chest. With the increasing number of enemies he had wondering around the palace he did not react kindly to being startled.

The boy’s good cheer noticeably vanished. His shoulders sagged and his face took on a sorrowful expression. It occurred to the half-blood that with very little effort he could probably crush the young prince as brutally as his brother had destroyed Tate. He toyed with the idea for a while, imagining playing the two princes off against one another, leading Tanis on and then ignoring him completely.

“By the gods will you stop looking at me like that?” He demanded at last in exasperation. He smiled, banishing any cruelty from his eyes as he let the image of hurting the young man go. Tanis was not the same as his brother and it would be unfair to pretend otherwise. “Was did you want your highness?”

Tanis kaçak casino chewed his lip, his eyes suddenly spanning the length of the hall. “It’s somewhat private in nature. Would you be able to get away for a while without anyone missing you?”

Uncertainty filled him, tinged with just a little fear. He remembered all too well the night he was coerced into a shadowed corner by Tanis’s older brother Christian, all under the pretence of a simple conversation. It would be foolish to overly trust the young man, not to mention dangerous for them both, should Christian discover what they were about. “I very much doubt it Tanis.” He said, opening his palms. “Could you give me back my books?”

“Are these all for you?” Tanis asked in surprise, ignoring Tate’s request. “By the god’s, your head must be close to popping with so many words.”

“I’m teaching Rose how to read.” Tate murmured.

“Oh, the tinker girl. Of course.” He hovered close by, clearly uncomfortable. “I really do need to speak to you.” He blurted as he placed the books carefully into Tate’s arm. “Won’t you meet me?”

The half-blood turned his back on the young prince. “It’s a bad idea Tanis. Christian would kill us both.”

Tate could feel the other man’s on him until he turned a sudden corner. He couldn’t help but shudder.

******

Milianious had come to his dreams again that night and Tanis knew what he had to do now. He didn’t relish the idea but he could think of nothing else.

Tanis had taken his betrothed to dinner. Richard was with them and that meant that Tate was relatively free to go where he pleased within the palace walls. He wouldn’t find a better opportunity to take the halfling without his absence being noticed.

He watched Tate head down the corridor towards the library, which would no doubt be empty as such a late time in the day. The hallway was deserted and dark enough that the halfling didn’t notice Tanis’s approach. The prince spent a moment regretting what he was about to do before he pounced. He slapped his hand over the small man’s mouth, stifling Tate’s panicked cry. His other arm wrapped around the half-blood’s heaving chest, pinning Tate’s arms against his sides. The prince took a deep breath as he lifted Tate off his feet but the half-blood was even lighter than he imagined and easy to carry.

“Shush,” Tanis hissed as the small man’s legs began kicking at him. “Tate, calm down!” At the sound of his voice the half-blood went into a full pitched fit. “Damn it Tate.” Tanis groaned. He let out a pained sigh, knowing what he was about to do would likely terrify the halfling. He shook the small man in a cruelly tight grip, spun him around and pushed him against a wall with just enough force to scare more than hurt. He forced his voice to turn cold and unyielding. “You will stop struggling, do you understand me?”

Tate’s eyes began tearing up. It surprised Tanis so much that he almost released his hold. The small man felt the momentarily lapse and tried to escape again but he didn’t get very far before Tanis had him firmly pinned again.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Tanis began, more gently than before. A kick very nearly caught him in the groin. “Damn.” He repeated. He pulled a length of rope from his belt and knocked Tate’s feet out beneath him. “I really didn’t want to have to do it this way.”

****

Lukas grasped his bow, welcoming the familiar weight and feel of it even as his palms became sleek with sweat. He was only too aware of what it would mean if he missed the shot they had set him. He eyed the target, over fifty paces away. The shot would not have been difficult, had the wind not been so fierce, the snow so thick or his own fear so potent.

Adam stood just to his left; his presence a balm to Lukas’s strung nerves. Lukas’s spared him a passing glance and the scarred man raised his fist encouragingly.

“Come then pup.” Kerious boomed, his face intent as he watched Lukas’s stance. “I have no wish to spend the night in the snow. Let us see this supposed skill Adam has been boasting about.”

Lukas took a calming breath as his eyes locked onto the circular target in the distance. It really wasn’t that far away. Had he been at home practicing with his father and brothers he would have made it with ease. He took the stance his father had taught him, drew back the string and let the arrow lose.

He knew the moment the arrow took flight that it had been a good shot. He watched it sail through the air and hit the target dead centre.

“A lucky shot!” Kerious boomed above the cheering soldiers. “Let us see if he can do it twice.”

Bets were taken up then as the mood became considerably friendlier. Lukas made the shot twice more before he was formally invited into the king’s royal guard. He was given into the care of a young man who smiled brightly at Lukas’s and clapped him jovially on the solider. Lukas could hardly believe it. His entire life had been spent with the northern soldiers hating him. He had never seen one smile with such open mirth. “Come,” He commanded. “Let’s get you settled my friend.”

Lukas followed him, sparing a flashed smile at Adam as he was lead away.

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Happy New Year, I hope Santa brought you everything you wanted; or at least some decent socks!

I’ve received some feedback and constructive criticism on my stories over the holidays as I’ve been on a mini-hiatus. Almost all of it has been positive so thank you for that. Some, however, has been a touch negative.

To those people can I just say, “I’m not writing a textbook.” I don’t have a sister in real life, I don’t have any experience or insight into the real-world workings of the types of relationships WHICH I’M MAKING UP AS I GO ALONG in these stories!

I’ve always made it clear that I’m not writing about our corrupt, COVID-19 infested reality. I’m writing about beautiful people in a beautiful world where things are a bit more relaxed, a bit more laid back than here. I like it there; I’d like to live there. And I do, in my head and on these pages. I’d hoped you all could too.

Ultimately, don’t take it too seriously, I certainly won’t.

Just read, laugh and… do whatever else you do in the privacy of your own homes! There might not be much of that in this chapter to be fair, I had to advance the plot through some choppy waters and there wasn’t much room for sexy time. Don’t worry, the randy fuckers will be back on form next time!

All characters are over 18 and are consenting adults.

Having said all that I have broached a subject here with one character which references a certain mental health difficulty. In no way do I mean to diminish the suffering of anyone who struggles with this issue in real life. Also, I’m not trying to offend anyone dear readers. It’s meant solely as a lazy way for me to advance the story and provide some drama for the characters herein.

If you’re not sure, please feel free to look elsewhere, but I hope you’ll try.

Please enjoy.

Nobston

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The next morning I woke up first, taking a quiet moment to myself to reflect on the previous day’s events. I’d never actually had my wildest dreams come true before and honestly, it’s a little bewildering. It quickly became clear that I wasn’t going to leap out of bed shouting Eureka, having solved the deepest mysteries of the universe. What I did decide was that since I had somehow ended up both in bed with and in love with my perfect woman; I was just going to enjoy the ever-loving shit out of it!

I slipped from under the covers and grabbed Flo’s robe – a sexy pink lace thing of course. I scooted to the bathroom to release my usual morning pressure and then went down to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

I had envisaged a magnificent movie-style tray of fruit, croissants, cheeses and juice but settled instead for cereal and milk. I found a tray in the 23rd cupboard I checked but by then I’d made so much noise searching, that Flo had woken up and slid quietly into the kitchen.

Her lithe body glided up behind me and moulded itself to mine.

“Morning baby, that’s a very sexy robe you’re not really wearing there,” she said, her arms encircling my waist from the back.

“It’s a little frilly for me but I do like the way it leaves my bum totally exposed,” I replied, turning to face her. She was completely naked! “I like your robe too, risqué and sexy but practical too.”

“Yes, it’s very low maintenance, I don’t have to wash it but it does get a little chilly in the winter,” she giggled, kissing me warmly, the perfect start to any day. We necked and groped for a minute or two, both just relishing the contact and emotion of being this close to another human being.

“Here, I was going to bring this up on a tray my queen but, it’s not quite as romantic as it was meant to be,” I said pointing to the cereal box on the countertop. I stripped off the robe and gave it to her, running upstairs, ‘tackle out’, to grab my shorts and t-shirt.

I was gone no more than two minutes, but the kitchen was transformed. The radio was playing a silky-smooth jazz number, there was warm light spilling out from under the cabinets and buttery croissants were warming under the grill. There was orange juice in tall glasses by my plate, the smell of fresh coffee permeated the air and the fruit I had imagined had appeared on my plate as if by magic. Women are just better at some things. Miles better if I’m honest!

“Not fair,” I whined, “this is exactly how it appeared in my head. I just didn’t have time.”

“It’s my fault really,” she said, “if I hadn’t hidden the tray in the tray shaped cupboard with TRAYS written on it, I’m sure you would have had time to do this too!”

“Oh shut up and feed me, woman, I know you’re dying to,” I said, kissing the side of her neck before sitting down.

We enjoyed the glorious repast and talked about what I would say to mum later. In the end, we agreed to play it by ear, to trust casino siteleri my instincts, now that I had a little more insight into her mindset. Flo wouldn’t let me help tidy up, telling me to get showered, get home and keep her informed of my progress. After one more soul kiss, I was on my way.

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The drive home took about half an hour. Along the way, I tried to picture various scenarios in my head as to how I should approach mum. Of course, I knew it all depended on her mood, on whether or not she was still in ‘the zone’.

None of my mental images prepared me for what I actually found.

I drove up the drive, parking beside the kitchen window, honking the horn; experience has told me it was best not to surprise her.

The back door was locked – odd… It was always the main access point to the house. I tried my key but hers must have still been in the lock on the other side as it wouldn’t go all the way in. I rang the landline number and could hear it ringing inside the house. It was extra loud; we’d fitted an additional bell outside mum’s office as she often didn’t hear it in there.

It rang out so I switched to her mobile. It rang for thirty seconds before switching to voicemail, so it was charged and turned on, this was weird; worrying even. I banged on the door and called for her but there was no answer. I didn’t carry a front door key on my ring but I suddenly remembered there was a spare one hidden in the garage.

Bollocks, it was in a tin box at the bottom of the freezer at about -30°C! Needs must though, so I set about lifting out legs of lamb, leftover chilli and about fifty bags of frozen peas before I spotted it. It was so cold but I lifted it out and put everything back, hoping it would warm up in the meantime.

It had; runnels of condensation had started to appear on its surface. I used a screwdriver to prise off the lid and headed around to the front of the house armed with the two keys I’d found.

Opening the two locks I entered my home. It was strange, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come through the front door like this — I felt like a guest entering a stranger’s house. I called out to mum but there was no answer. Her keys were in the bowl in the hall so she was here somewhere. I ran up the stairs, becoming increasingly worried. Her bedroom was empty, the bed unused. The other bedrooms were empty too. Could she be in her office? Pulling an all-nighter?

I went back downstairs and along the corridor to her office. As a child, I had only ever been in there by invitation and then only rarely. Just as with my entry through the front door, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been in there. I knocked but got no reply, was that music I could hear? Cheesy saxophone music? Mum didn’t listen to that, she liked classical stuff, the music you could dance to.

I screwed my courage to the sticking place and opened the door, walking inside. Into… a sex dungeon! Not really but that was my initial reaction. There was an enormous TV on the far wall, twice the size of the one in the lounge. On it was a torrid sex scene, a guy and two girls writhing together on a bed. Two other girls were standing astride them, pissing freely! The girls on the bed moved to intercept their golden streams… with their mouths! Holy shit! This filth was the source of the saxophone. The lewd sexual sounds and shitty music were incredibly loud, this room must have some heavy-duty sound insulation, I remember thinking — no wonder mum hadn’t heard the phone calls or me knocking.

She was there, in front of the TV, transfixed by the extraordinary imagery. She was sitting on some sort of child’s seat. It was weird, it was very low to the ground and she was astride it like riding a horse. Suddenly I managed to piece together the full picture. The room was lit only by the glow from the TV screen, so it was fairly dim. As my eyes adjusted I realised that mum was sitting, no she was riding on a Sybian! I’d seen them online and the girls using them all seemed to agree that it worked pretty well. Mum was bouncing on hers, this allowed me to see that she had a dildo attachment sliding up into her pussy. Each time she landed on it she let out a little grunt and rolled her hips, presumably making the most of whatever vibration setting she was using.

I was about to just leave when the phone rang out in the hall. With the door open it was now quite easily audible and mum must have realised what that meant. She twisted around, saw me, screamed and fell sideways on to the floor. I hurried over, worried that she had hurt herself. She was tucked in the foetal position and screamed at me:

“Get out you filthy pervert! What are you doing here spying on me? Get out! Get out! Get out!”

I backed away, mortified, turned and scarpered, stopping in the kitchen to catch my breath. The phone was still ringing so I checked the caller id — unknown number. I let it ring out until the machine answered. As usual with such calls, there was no message.

I put canlı casino the kettle on to boil and prepared the teapot, wondering the whole time if mum was going to come out or lock herself away again. I couldn’t hear the porno soundtrack anymore but she might have just closed the door.

It turned out she hadn’t, she’d switched it off and wrapped herself up in a big white fluffy robe and come into the kitchen behind me.

“I’m sorry John for how I reacted there, you frightened me and I felt rather embarrassed as you can imagine,” she said quietly.

“I don’t know why,” I said, “you caught me jerking off at least twice in this house, turnabout is fair play surely!”

“You were a teenage boy, riven by filthy hormones. I am an old woman, plus you have now seen that my set up is a little more elaborate than a copy of Penthouse and a crusty old sock!”

Mum was in a strange mood, half puritan and half flirty minx. It felt weird, I didn’t know how to play it, so I went with my strength, embarrassing attempts at humour:

“Man I would have been the king of the school with a setup like that. I know Maryanne Adams ‘mother supposedly had a Sybian and she had more sleepovers than any girl in the county!” I smirked. I didn’t think I could relate to the puritan side of her, it was so alien, so I hoped I could tease out the sexy side, at least I understood that a bit.

“Yes Jeanne Adams was in our little society, hers was the first one I ever saw; or tried out for that matter!” mum smiled wistfully, a little embarrassed.

“Society? MA you mean?” I asked.

“MA, I don’t know what that is,” she cocked her head.

“Masturbators Anonymous,” I answered, “I didn’t think you knew; I never saw you at any meetings!”

Mum laughed a throaty, sexy laugh just like Flo. I hadn’t heard one like that from her in a very long time. “I was right,” she exclaimed, “you are a pervert!”

“Guilty as charged,” I said, “but in mitigation your honour I did grow up in a home with a super sexy mother who had her own secret sex dungeon!”

She had been walking towards me, but at this she shrieked and ran the last few steps, slapping me playfully on the forearm. I gathered her up in my arms and twirled her round and round.

“A mother who incidentally, is much sexier now than she ever was back then, now that I know her deepest, darkest secret…” I teased.

“Ha, that’s not even close to my deepest, darkest secret, little boy,” she said sexily, looking down at me from where I was holding her up high.

I let her drop back to her feet, now I was looking down at her. “Challenge accepted! Milady’s secret will be known to me before nightfall, or I’ll be… fuck the kettle’s going crazy again!”

I kept meaning to buy a new one, ours kept boiling and didn’t switch off automatically, filling the kitchen with steam. I flicked it off and filled the teapot. I emptied the kettle and unplugged it, making a mental note to get a new one later that day.

I looked back at mum leaning against the island, staring at me quizzically. “Are you fucking my sister?” she asked quietly.

I moved to her, taking her hands in mine, holding them to my chest. The jokey flirty stuff was over, it was nitty-gritty time now.

“It started yesterday. I accidentally learned how I got my name and in telling me the story all of Flo’s defensive walls just collapsed. Her love for me poured out and met with my equal and opposite love for her. We went from a silly game of grab ass to being essentially married in about half an hour. I can’t explain it. We’ve been in love with each other for years but we both had suppressed it with every ounce of our willpower. We just couldn’t anymore.” I shrugged apologetically.

“She told you… about… John?”

“I asked her why she didn’t have kids and she just about had a seizure. Then it all just came pouring out. Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. I felt I had a right to know why I carried the name I did.

“It’s my second deepest, second darkest secret, those only come to light in exceptional circumstances, as I think you discovered yesterday. I’m sorry, I could never tell you when your dad was alive and we’ve been drifting apart ever since. I didn’t want to make that any worse.” I could tell she was hurting but we hadn’t talked like this… ever, I thought. I had to press on:

“So you went with keeping enormous, life-changing secrets from me as the best way to maintain a healthy relationship? I’m not sure that hypothesis would fly with the Royal Society.”

“Oh, John. Darling, I’ve been so paralysed since your daddy passed away. He used to help me, to keep me sane and moving in the right direction. Since he’s been gone I’ve been afraid to do anything in case I go too far or get lost and can’t come back.” She wasn’t making sense and I said as much:

“I don’t understand what that means mum. I’m working with a very limited dataset. There’s not enough here to make a hypothesis.” I tried using science speak but was pretty sure kaçak casino I’d cocked it up royally.

“You’re right, I’ve kept so many things secret. You don’t know anything about me, your own mother. You know enough about my twin sister to be head over heels in love with her but you and I don’t even have enough common ground to have a simple conversation.” She began to cry! I was so confused.

I poured out two mugs of tea, it was like tar because I’d left it so long but it did give me a nice caffeine hit as a result.

“You’re a man now son, I have to be able to trust you with some of my burdens. They’re eating me alive and I’m getting more desperate for an answer every day. Will you help me, baby? Please?” She seemed genuinely distressed and I hated that.

“I’ll go to the ends of the earth to help you, mum. Me and Flo both, we talked about a lot of stuff yesterday. I think she knows more than she lets on, I suspect she’d prefer I hear it from you rather than her though. You can tell me anything. I’m not here to judge you. You’re my mum, I could never do that. I owe you my life, I’ve lived inside your body, I’m a part of you, always was, always will be.” I felt nothing but love for her. If I could take away an ounce of her pain I would give my life gladly.

“I still remember when Jennifer first called you The Glue. She was only four or five but she was right then and she’s right now. There’s a lot of your father in you, it pains me that you never met as adults, he would have been so proud of you. He had great empathy for other people but me especially. He understood my problems, well it was just my problem back then and while he couldn’t fix it himself he made a great sacrifice to find a solution that worked for me. Not so much for him but he didn’t care, it worked for me which meant it worked for him.” She’d never talked about my father like this before, it was usually just silly anecdotes and jokes that he’d told.

“Do you remember that time you tried to explain General Relativity to me?” I asked. She nodded. “Well, I understood that a hell of a lot better than this. I want to help you mum, dad was able to, you say I’m like him. Why can’t I help?”

“Because I’m a nymphomaniac!”

I’d never realised how loud the ticks were from the kitchen clock. The fridge had its own particular hum too, normally these were all just part of the background hubbub of our home. Now they were the only sounds I could hear. I certainly wasn’t breathing. Mum had her hand over her mouth so I couldn’t tell if she was either. I did know that she was silently crying though. That had hurt. A lot.

I wrapped her up again in my arms and rocked her back and forth. We just stood there as the clock ticked, the fridge hummed and our tea grew cold. We remained there for maybe ten minutes before she quieted and I moved back to hold her at arm’s length and look directly into her eyes.

“I know that word, mum. Every schoolboy in England knows it, but I don’t understand it. Not properly, not medically, which is how I assume you mean it. Can you explain it, what it means? What it means for you?” She nodded and slipped onto a stool. I had an epic feeling of déjà vu. At this time yesterday, I was offering Flo a drink after a similarly painful revelation. It had worked then, why not now?

“I think I need a drink for this mum, do you mind? Would you like anything?”

“Yes please, just a dry sherry darling,” mum said, probably a good call so I joined her with one of my own.

“That’s actually an old word, from the 1970s,” she said, “it’s properly known as hypersexuality and basically means a person has an uncontrolled and uncontrollable desire for sex and sexual gratification. I have tried to talk with various therapists over the years but that’s all it is, talk. It’s not a choice that I make, it’s a feeling, an emotion, an automatic part of my body’s chemistry.

I’m not the worst case in the world, it usually takes months of normal activity for me to suddenly start obsessing about it. Your father found an outlet for me, a way to manage it. We had a tremendous sex life, I’m sure the average person would have found it extremely satisfying, but several times a year my desires would suddenly surge wildly. Way beyond what a normal person like Bill could keep up with.”

“What was his solution mum? Is it something I could help you with?” I was nervous now, I felt like I was on a frozen lake that was starting to melt. There was thin ice everywhere I looked.

“Do you remember when you were little, your father and I would take you to visit our friends and you would have a special weekend party and sleepover at someone’s house? There might have been ten or twelve kids there each time? The grownups would keep out of your way and you all had great fun?”

I did vaguely recall something like that. Stuck with a bunch of strange kids that I only met five or six times a year. “Yes,” I said, “it was usually someone’s birthday and the party would go on until the next day. I remember my ninth or tenth birthday we had it at our house. I remember wondering where all the grown-ups were. There were only you and dad looking after all of us kids. Then they came back the next day and everyone went home.”

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Bobbie Sue Adams lay on her back, naked, with her long dirty-blonde hair splayed out around her head. Her butt was perched just over the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide and her feet planted firmly on the floor. She could feel herself trembling as he moved towards her, just like she always did when he came for her. She watched him drop to his knees in front of her. He was moving slowly, allowing the anticipation to build before finally allowing his cock to press up against the gates of her womanhood. And when he eased himself into her she sighed, melting into the softness of the bedspread as he began pistoning in and out of her.

He worked her slowly at first, savoring the power he held over her, before slowly picking up the pace — in, out, in, out. Soon she was sweating, gasping as she grabbed a handful of bedspread, clutching it tightly as he continued to work her. Soon he was groaning with her, his motions becoming a bit more hurried with each passing second.

And then her orgasm struck and she screamed out in pleasure, even as he was grabbing her waist hard and shooting his wad into her.

When it was over he collapsed on top of her, panting as he struggled to gather himself. She gave him the time he needed, tracing her fingertips lightly over his back. When he recovered, she placed her hands on each side of his head and pulled his lips to hers, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to slide in and mingle with hers. Finally, she pushed his head away, looked into his eyes and smiled.

He smiled back, then crawled further onto the bed, collapsing onto his back. She joined him a second later, lying atop him, her left leg sliding between his, her “C” cup breasts pressing against his chest.

“Are you sure there’s no way we can get out of it?” she asked in a quiet voice. “She’ll ruin everything.”

Billy ran his fingers slowly through his sister’s hair and smiled. “You know there isn’t, Sis. She’s family. And besides, it won’t be forever. As soon as she finds a job and collects a couple paychecks she’s out of here. Believe me, she doesn’t want to live here any more than we want her to.”

The ‘she’ they were referring to was Aunt Paula, their mother’s younger sister, who would soon be moving into the small three bedroom ranch house that the siblings now shared.

“But it’s not fair,” Bobbie Sue whined, resting her head against her brother’s chest and snuggling a bit closer. “I finally get you all to myself, and then she comes along.”

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The product of a broken home in rural America, Bobbie Sue and Billy Adams developed a close bond at an early age; a bond that grew stronger with each passing year. Neither child had any memories of their father, having been abandoned by him when Billy was not quite two and Bobbie Sue was still a newborn.

With their mother working two jobs at a time to make ends meet, the siblings were on their own from a fairly early age. Billy, as the oldest, took it upon himself to look out for his baby sister, a self-imposed obligation that stayed with him throughout his school years, not even fading when he graduated from high school and moved ninety miles down the freeway to find work.

Billy ended up with a good paying job as an electrician’s apprentice. He realized almost immediately that paying rent was like flushing money down the toilet and made up his mind to buy something as soon as he could scrape together a down payment. Accordingly, a month before the second year was up on his apartment lease, he settled on a nice, albeit small, 3 bedroom ranch just outside of town.

Although Billy had always been a hard worker, he’d never been accused of being the sharpest tool in the box. His sister, on the other hand, rarely brought home less that an ‘A’ on her report cards. It came as absolutely no surprise to anyone when she received generous scholarship offers from several colleges. Unfortunately none of them covered room and board, an expense that her mother simply couldn’t afford. That left student loans, but even they would not have been enough if Billy, who happened to live near the college Bobbie Sue ultimately settled on, hadn’t taken her in, charging her nothing for the room and not much more than that for food and household expenses.

It was Labor Day weekend when Bobbie Sue moved in with her older brother, six months to the day after her eighteenth birthday, and sixty-two days before they would first make love.

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Billy walked in the door, exhausted from his long day at work and in no mood for anything but a cold beer and a quiet half-hour in his chair. He got neither.

“I’ve had it!” Bobbie Sue said as she barged into the kitchen before her brother could even reach the refrigerator. “She’s only been here two weeks but it feels like a year. She nags me, bosses me around and questions everything I do. It’s like I’m in junior high school all over again!”

“Come on, Bobbie Sue. It can’t be that bad.”

“It can’t, can’t it?” she shot back. “Then what about her going through all my drawers while I was in class today? And what about her trying to ground me this casino oyna afternoon because she doesn’t think I’ve been studying hard enough? Who does she think she is, anyway?”

“She went through your drawers?” he asked, the surprise in his voice evident. “And tried to ground you?”

“Not to mention being a general all around bitch!”

Billy took a long, slow, deep breath. “Okay. We’ll have a talk with her right after I have a beer.”

“No, now!” Bobbie Sue countered firmly. “Before I have a chance to calm down.”

Billy took one last, longing look at the refrigerator, then turned back to his sister and nodded his head. A moment later he was knocking on his aunt’s bedroom door.

“Aunt Paula,” he said through the closed door. “We need to talk.”

The door swung open to reveal an obviously agitated woman, her not yet fully brushed brunette hair falling just to the base of her neck. “Talk fast,” she huffed, turning away from the door and moving back to her dresser. “I’m on my way out.”

Billy stepped into the room with Bobbie Sue close on his heels. “It’s about you and Bobbie Sue,” he started. “You just can’t . . .” But he never finished the thought as Aunt Paula turned sharply and cut him off.

“I can do whatever I want,” she retorted. “I’m the adult here. I promised your mother I’d look out for her baby girl and that’s just what I intend to do. Now get the hell out of my room!”

When Billy looked back on that moment later, he couldn’t say exactly what it was that put him over the edge. Maybe it was her overall shitty attitude. Maybe it was the way she’d interrupted him. Maybe it was her condescending attitude. Most likely, however, it was her ordering him to get out of her room!

Her room like hell! It was his house, not hers! It was by his good graces that she was there at all! And if she wasn’t careful, she just might find her ass out on the street!

“Now you hold on right there, woman!” he blurted out, taking a threatening step towards his aunt. “This is my house, not yours. I’m the Master here, not you. In fact, in this house you’re nothing. Bobbie Sue is my sister, my roommate and my friend. She’s far more the Mistress of the house then you’ll ever be! You’re a houseguest; nothing more, nothing less. And if you don’t start behaving like one you won’t even be that for long!” he paused, taking a brief moment to catch his breath. “Now, is there any part of that you don’t understand?”

“How dare you talk to me like that, young man!” Aunt Paula spat back. “Now you apologize right this minute, or else!”

“Or else what?” Billy countered.

Paula hesitated ever so briefly, searching for the right reply. “Or else I’ll be having a nice long conversation with your mother, that’s what!”

“You’ll tell my mother?” Billy replied sarcastically. Then he shook his head slowly, a semi-disgusted look on his face. “I’ve got to tell you, Aunt Paula. This is just about the most immature behavior I’ve ever witnessed from an adult. First you stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong, trying to run other people’s business. Then instead of discussing things rationally you go off the deep end and throw a little temper tantrum. And now you’re threatening to tell my Mommy?”

He paused briefly, taking a quick glance in his sister’s direction before continuing. “I guess there’s nothing else to it, Aunt Paula. If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to have to treat you like one.”

And before she could react he reached out, grabbed hold of her arms and twisted her so her back was towards him.

“Let go of me this instant,” she ordered angrily as he forced her to her knees at the foot of the bed before pushing her forward so her torso lay prone atop her bed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she bellowed, even as Billy was pulling her arms together at the base of her back and pinning them firmly against her. It wasn’t until he had her completely under his control that he answered.

“What I think I’m doing,’ he said, “is preparing to give a spoiled brat the spanking she deserves.”

“Unhand me right now!” she demanded, struggling in vain to break free.

But he ignored her, turning instead towards his sister. “If you don’t mind, Bobbie Sue,” he said in an overly sweet, sarcastic voice, “how about pulling her pants down. We wouldn’t want them absorbing any of the pain, now would we?”

It took a moment for the look of stunned disbelief to leave Bobbie Sue’s face. “Billy, are you sure you . . .” But she stopped in mid-sentence as the early traces of a smile began to form on her lips. Soon the biggest shit-eating grin he’d ever seen was spreading across her face as she dropped to her knees without another word. She reached for the elastic waistband of her aunt’s jogging pants and jerked them over her ass. A moment later the thin fabric of her panties joined her pants just below mid-thigh, leaving her pretty, milky white butt cheeks on full display.

“How dare you?” Aunt Paula screamed out as she struggled in vain to escape her nephew’s grasp. “You just wait ’til I get my hands on you!”

And canlı casino then the first blow landed.

WHACK!

Followed an instant later by the second.

WHACK!

“Nooooooooo!” she cried out, startled at least as much by the sound of the slap on her bottom and the humiliation of her situation as she was by any actual pain.

Billy then rested his hand on her bare ass and leaned forward to speak softly into his aunt’s ear. “My dear Aunt Paula,” he whispered in mock tenderness. “I’m afraid this is for your own good, and will continue until you’ve not only learned your lesson, but apologize to your niece as well.”

And then . . .

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ow, ow!” she cried out as the blows landed. “Let me up this instant!”

“Are you ready to apologize to Bobbie Sue?” Billy asked.

“Never!” came the terse response.

“Have it your way,” he replied before . . .

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

And three more blows landed on her already red fanny before he stopped and turned to his sister. “How about it, Bobbie Sue? You’re the injured party; would you like to take a few shots?”

Her gleeful affirmative response was drowned out by her Aunt’s screams as she made yet another attempt to break free.

Then, after slightly shifting her position, Bobbie Sue began her attack.

WHACK!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

WHACK!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

WHACK!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Paula heard herself gasp as each of the blows landed, before finally slumping helplessly to the bed. “Please stop,” she sobbed between breaths.

“Are you ready to apologize?” Bobbie Sue shot back. And when her aunt’s response wasn’t immediately forthcoming she resumed her assault.

WHACK!

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Paula screamed out. “Just stop. Please!”

But before Bobbie Sue acknowledged her screams she delivered three more swift, hard blows.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

And then there was silence, broken only by Aunt Paula’s soft moans of relief as her niece’s hand began caressing her naked ass. Bobbie Sue let several seconds pass before leaning towards Aunt Paula’s head. “I’m waiting for your apology,” she said, still rubbing her ass softly. “Unless you’d like a little more, that is.”

“No!” she responded desperately, even as Bobbie Sue was withdrawing her hand. “Please, no more. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Bobbie Sue challenged.

“For what?”

“Yeah,” Bobbie Sue replied. “I’d like to know just what, exactly, you’re sorry for.”

It was several moments before Aunt Paula responded. “I’m sorry I went through your things. And I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

Bobbie Sue smiled at her brother as her hand returned to her aunt’s rear end, stroking it softly, caressing it tenderly. “And you’re sorry you were such a bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” her aunt replied without hesitation.

But then Bobbie Sue withdrew her hand and, WHACK!, landed another blow to her unprepared aunt’s ass. “Don’t just agree with me,” she barked. “Say it!”

“I’m sorry I was such a bitch,” her aunt gasped without hesitation as the sting of the latest blow spread through her derriere.

“That’s better,” Bobbie Sue said softly. And as her hand went back to work massaging Aunt Paula’s butt, her mind began to wonder just how far she could push her clearly distraught aunt.

“You see, it can be nice and pleasant, like this,” she whispered, rubbing her hand tenderly over her aunt’s ass. “Or it can be hard and painful, like this.”

WHACK! WHACK!

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

“It’s really up to you,” Bobbie Sue teased, continuing to press her advantage. “You just tell me what you’d prefer, the spankings or the soft, tender caresses.”

And after her aunt remained silent for several moments, Bobbie Sue leaned even closer. “I’m waiting for your answer, Auntie dear. What do you prefer, the spankings or the soft, tender caresses?

“The caresses,” she finally answered, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Then ask me nicely to caress your ass,” she instructed. And when several seconds passed without a response, she withdrew her hand. “Or would you rather go back to the spankings?”

This time the response came quickly. “Please caress my ass.”

Bobbie Sue smiled as she returned her hand to her aunt’s rear end. “Now, just relax and let Bobbie Sue make your tender bottom all better,” she said in a syrupy sweet voice. But it wasn’t until Paula slumped further onto the bed and a soft moan escaped her lips that Bobbie Sue realized just how much control she truly held over her aunt. And with that realization came the thought that maybe, just maybe, she could push her totally over the edge. The smile on her face grew even bigger as she turned to face her brother while sliding her hand down her aunt’s butt-crack and onto her pussy.

“Nooooooo!” Paula gasped, her body going rigid as her niece’s hand slid over her pussy. She even lifted her head off the bed in protest, if only an inch and only for a second. But then her head settled back to kaçak casino the bed and a soft sigh escaped her lips.

“Well, well, well,” Bobbie Sue said in mock surprise as she turned back to her aunt. “It seems your pussy is all wet, Auntie. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were excited.” She hesitated, leaning close to her captive’s ear as she continued rubbing her aroused pussy. “You aren’t excited, are you Auntie?”

“Nooooooo,” she whispered again as she made another half-hearted attempt to break free, before once again collapsing onto the bed.

But in point of fact Aunt Paula wasn’t quite sure how she felt. First, her underlings had challenged her superiority before manhandling her and baring her bottom. Then they’d spanked her, taking her to the point of submission and beyond, before changing tactics and continuing their assault with soft, gentle caresses. And now, on top of everything else, her own niece was running her hands over her pussy, and the captive woman found herself unable to control her body’s reaction. And once again she tried to focus her will, lifting her head from the bed.

“Please stop,” she pleaded in a soft whimper. But Bobbie Sue couldn’t help but notice that despite her words, her aunt’s pussy was most definitely responding to her touch.

With her head still close to Aunt Paula’s ear, Bobbie Sue spoke again. “You keep saying stop, Auntie dear, but your naughty little pussy seems to be betraying you. Maybe I should be spanking that naughty pussy of yours instead of your ass, huh?” And before her aunt had a chance to respond, Bobbie Sue withdrew her hand a few inches, and then began a series of soft little slaps, tap-tap-tapping her hand against the increasingly wet lips.

“Oh shit!” Paula gasped, arching her back and lifting her head from the bed, even as she pushed herself back against the attacking hand. “Oh shit! Ohhhhh Sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .”

“You like this, don’t you Auntie?” Bobbie whispered into her ear. But as her hand continued it’s tap-tap-tapping on her pussy, the only answer she received were more moans. That was when she withdrew her hand and delivered another solid blow to the ass.

WHACK!

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer!” she said in a raised voice directly into her aunt’s ear.

“Yes!’ Aunt Paula said in a gasp, “Yes, I like it.” And just like that it was over, her surrender complete. And when her niece’s hand returned to her pussy, the tap-tap-tapping was replaced by two fingers diving into her wet hole, pounding her in, then out, then in again, over and over until the defeated woman could stand it no more and her body exploded in orgasm.

Billy had watched the events of the previous several minutes unfold in stunned silence. That Aunt Paula would give in was never really in doubt. Indeed, with the control he’d held over her as his sister and he had assaulted her, any other outcome would have been highly unlikely. But what he was seeing now in his aunt was nothing short of surrender — sexual surrender! And when he saw Bobbie Sue lower her eyes to Aunt Paula’s ass before raising them back to his and nodding briefly, he knew just what to do.

He released his grip on Aunt Paula’s arms, even as Bobbie Sue was moving her free hand to replace it. Next, he slid back just enough to grab hold of the pants that were bunched up around Aunt Paula’s lower thighs and push them the rest of the way to the floor. He was only slightly surprised when a simple tap of his aunt’s leg was all that was needed for her to lift her knees from the floor, thus allowing him to slide the pants and panties the rest of the way down her legs. A moment later they were in a pile in the corner.

As soon as the pants were discarded Billy slid forward and took hold of her shoulders, pulling her torso from the bed. A brief look in his sister’s direction was all either of them needed to know what to do next, with Billy taking hold of the hands his sister had just released and lifting them in the air while Bobbie Sue took hold of the bottom of Aunt Paula’s shirt and slid it up her body, pausing just long enough for Billy to release his Aunt’s arms, before she slid the garment the rest of the way off. And with a still stunned Aunt Paula making absolutely no move to resist, Bobbie Sue reached for the back of her bra, unclasped it and slid it down her arms. Only then did Billy retake his grip on her arms, once again bringing them together behind her back as he took hold of them with his right hand.

And then there was silence, disturbed only by the heavy breathing coming from the naked middle-aged woman on her knees at the foot of the bed, and the equally heavy breathing coming from the two young adults that surrounded her.

Even now there was still a part of Paula that tried to regain her sanity, that wanted to scream out in revolt against what was happening, to beg her niece and nephew to stop this craziness. She even found the strength to turn towards Billy and open her mouth to protest. But when she felt his hand slide onto her “B” cup breast even as her niece’s hand was sliding over her still tingling pussy, the only sound that came out was an unintelligible moan. And for several moments there was more silence, broken only by heavy breathing and sighs as the two youngsters continued their petting and stroking.

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The first shot was of Sophie, sleeping alone in a big bed. Then the camera cut to a view of outside the house, where two burglars were jimmying a window. They were wearing hoods but were clearly female, because they had on black, form-fitting catsuits like the one Catherine Zeta-Jones wore in Entrapment. After they had gotten the window open and crawled inside, the camera showed them prowling quietly through the house. The lighting was quite well done, letting you see everything that was happening while still conveying the impression that it was nighttime.

Spotting Sophie still asleep, one of the burglars gestured to the other and they crept into the bedroom. They took a quick look around the room and the next shot was of one burglar tying Sophie’s hands behind her back with a belt while the other gagged her with a pair of panties. Sophie came awake looking quite convincingly terrified, her eyes wide as she struggled fruitlessly against the belt.

“Now what do we have here?” said one burglar, looking down at the captive, who was wearing adorable pink pajamas that made her look even younger than she actually was.

“I think this is a nice little bonus, is what this is,” said her partner in crime, reaching down and sliding a gloved hand between Sophie’s thighs. “You want to have some fun before casino siteleri we look for the jewelry?”

“She is a cutie pie, isn’t she?” said the first burglar. She ripped open Sophie’s top and began to fondle her tits, pinching her nipples then slapping each breast and watching it sway. The other continued to rub Sophie’s crotch through her pajamas.

“She’s getting a little wet,” this one informed her partner. To Sophie, she said, “You kind of like this, don’t you, sweetheart? A bit of a hot little slut, are we?”

Sophie just stared back at her, still scared, but with a hint of a different kind of excitement beginning to shine through. One burglar leaned down to suck and bite Sophie’s nipples as the other tore off her pajama bottoms and spread her legs. “Oh, God,” she said, looking down at Sophie’s luscious, pink, visibly wet pussy. “We hit the jackpot.” She penetrated Sophie with one gloved finger and the girl moaned helplessly through her gag.

The burglar who had been sucking Sophie’s tits stood up and slipped off her black pants, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair. She looked down at Sophie, who continued to moan as the other burglar finger-fucked her. “Now if I take this gag out, are you gonna make a pointless commotion, or are you gonna use your mouth for canlı casino something good?” She climbed onto the bed and straddled Sophie’s head, then reached down and pulled the panties out of her mouth. Sophie looked up at her hesitantly, but didn’t make a sound. The burglar pulled Sophie’s head up into her pussy. “Good girl,” she murmured.

The camera shot from behind the other burglar as she pulled off her hood, revealing a long black ponytail, and leaned down to lick Sophie. This was the shot for a long while, the black ponytail bobbing between Sophie’s legs as the blonde burglar ground her pussy onto Sophie’s face. Then there was a cut to a new scene. Sophie was alone on the bed again, naked on her stomach with her ass in the air. She had been blindfolded with her pajama bottoms, her hands were still bound behind her back, and now her ankles had been tied to the bedposts. The burglars were ransacking another room, neither of them wearing their hoods now. They were two very good-looking women, a blonde and a brunette, that no one watching the movie recognized except for Sophie and Janet. They were in fact professional porn actresses that Janet had hired. She had also hired a professional film crew to shoot the movie, and had spent quite a bit of money on it altogether.

Suddenly the black-haired kaçak casino burglar called out to the blonde. “Hey, look what I found.” She showed her partner a drawer that was filled to overflowing with sex toys: vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, and so on. The movie cut back to Sophie and lingered on her for a while as she struggled against her bonds without making any progress. Then the burglars came back into the room; each was now wearing a long strap-on, one black and one white.

The blonde walked around to Sophie’s face. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” she ordered, and Sophie meekly complied. The blonde started fucking Sophie’s mouth, moving her hips to drive the dildo in and out. The brunette poised her strap-on between Sophie’s pussy lips and let the force of her partner’s thrust slowly impale the captive girl on her phallus. They fucked Sophie this way for a while, then switched sides, then switched back again. Finally the poor victim had a massive, screaming orgasm.

Now the blonde removed her strap-on and wriggled under Sophie, forcing Sophie’s head down into her cunt as the brunette continued to pound away from behind. The camera cut back and forth between a long shot showing all three women and a close-up of blindfolded Sophie hungrily lapping away at the blonde’s pussy. Finally Sophie had her second orgasm and the blonde her first at the same time.

The last shots of the movie were of the burglars leaving the house with a bag of loot and then Sophie, still naked and bound, but asleep again with a happy smile on her face.

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This is a work of fiction, although based on some real experiences that I have had. All of the real and fictional people were over the age of 18 at the time.

*

I usually describe myself as straight, with bi tendencies. When I was starting out on my sexual adventures, two of the most important people I learned with were a brother and sister named Anne and Mike. I was about twenty at the time, and lived on my own in a small rented flat. I had broken up with my first serious girlfriend and Anne and Mike were both great friends who still lived with their parents nearby.

Anne would have been about my age. She was a stunning girl with long blonde hair and a perfect figure. She always wore skin tight jeans and I freely admit that I fancied her like mad. She, however, had had a bad experience with a boyfriend who hadn’t treated her well. She was currently not interested in getting involved with anyone else.

Mike was Anne’s ‘kid brother’. In fact he was only about a year younger, but used to have trouble getting served in bars because of his boyish good looks. He was skinny with curly brown hair, and a sort of innocent look about him. He was inclined to be a bit naive and admitted to still being a virgin.

After my breakup, Anne and Mike both became more regular visitors, both separately and together. I enjoyed their company and we all got on like a house on fire. Anne was my agony aunt and I soon felt I could tell her anything – and she shared some intimate secrets with me too. Mike was less serious – and his answer to cheering me up frequently involved going to a local bar and drinking large quantities of beer. He was like a big kid and always great fun to be with.

None of us was getting any sex – and that is probably why it was a favourite topic of our conversations. I think Anne sensed that I fancied casino oyna her something chronic, and liked to tease me. She liked to recount past sexual experiences that she had had. I used to probe her for details and than wank myself off after she had gone thinking about it. One evening, she came round my flat and we got to talking about masturbating. She freely admitted that she liked to play with herself and the thought of her touching herself drove me insane. I admitted that she was making me hard.

‘I can tell’ she said, ‘I bet you’ll have a nice wank when I’ve gone!’

I laughed it off, but sure enough, I milked myself dry when she had gone thinking about her rubbing herself off. Next evening, she brought it up again.

‘So, how was your wank last night?’

‘Very nice,’ I replied sheepishly.

‘That’s OK,’ she said. ‘To tell you the truth, I had to take care of myself too!’

‘Wish I could have watched.’

‘I bet you do, you dirty bastard!’, but she was smiling as she said it, ‘maybe you should let me watch you!’

‘I asked for that’

‘Yes you did, now behave yourself!’

‘Have you ever seen a man wank?’

‘Only Mike’

‘Your brother?’

‘Yes – that sounds awful doesn’t it – but we’ve always been really open about stuff and we were watching one of Mum and Dads pornos while they were out one night. I went for a pee and when I got back he was wanking himself off. He tried to cover it up but I saw everything. Don’t tell him I told you!’

Of course, I got to thinking whether or not I could wank in front of someone else – how that would feel. I also found myself thinking about Mike wanking too. Nowadays I acknowledge my bi tendencies, but back then, these were strange new feelings.

Later that week, Mike and I were getting pissed in a bar, and the conversation canlı casino got on to wanking. I really found I was developing a fascination with the mental image of Mike wanking – and wondering what his cock and balls were like, how much he came and so on.

When the bar closed, we had missed the last bus and were in for a long walk home. We also bought some take out beer to drink on the way home. We stopped near the railway to drink the rest of the beer. Mike said he needed a piss and stumbled over to a nearby tree, nearly falling over. He was more pissed than he thought – and leaned on the tree with his right hand vainly fumbling at his zipper with the left. Meanwhile, I decided that I could use a little bladder relief too, and walked up next to him and unzipped and pulled my prick out and pointed it at the tree. But I was too busy watching Mike’s vain struggle with his trousers.

‘Need some help?’ I volunteered nervously.

He replied in the affirmative and I suddenly realised I was about to get very close to his member, which I had been daydreaming about!

Hands shaking, I undid the zip and top button of his jeans. The bulge in his briefs looked huge. With his one free hand he was able to get his dick over the top of the briefs. I gasped involuntarily at the thickness of his manly cock. Because he was so boyish I imagined something smaller and less hairy! We were only just in time as a thick stream of steaming beer piss instantly streamed from his cock, splattering noisily on the tree. He sighed with relief. As the stream slowed down, he said:

‘Thought you needed a piss?’

I realised what he had noticed – that I had just been standing there with my dick out staring at his dick! My dick, although not hard, had swollen somewhat from it’s resting size. I managed to relax enough to start peeing and kaçak casino apologised:

‘Sorry, all this talk about wanking tonight has got me a bit horny, I think!’

‘Me too,’ he replied, making no attempt to put his prick away. In fact, he was definitely massaging it and it was growing. My piss stream stopped and I massaged the last drops of piss out slowly and soon we were both nursing throbbing hard ons. He came first, grunting a big gobs of spunk came out of his lovely thick cock, then I came too. It was impossible to tell whose spunk was who’s as it dribbled down the tree. I put my arm around him and we looked at each other and laughed!

A few days later, Anne came around and she was in teasing mode. She gave me the news that she had had a lesbian experience with her best friend. Now, I once met this friend and she was a green eyed, raven haired beauty. The mental picture of her and Anne playing together was more erotic than anything I had ever heard of. By the time she had got to the part where they were down to their panties, I was nursing the mother of all erections. It was straining at my tight trousers in a completely obvious way. This was clearly what she wanted, and she continued teasing me with how they then rubbed their mounds together and how their breast were touching. I undid the top button and zip on my jeans and my cock strained at my briefs.

‘Do you want me to talk about something else?’

No I didn’t, but I could feel the wetness of precum and was dying for release.

‘You can wank if you want to’

I didn’t need to be asked twice. She had teased me to the point where I didn’t care that she would see and I pulled my jeans and briefs down and gratefully pumped at my cock in full view of her. I came quickly, splattering my tee shirt with my cum.

‘Very nice’ she said.

‘Do I get to watch you then?’

‘Maybe one day – if you’re a very good boy.’

‘That’s not fair.’

‘Maybe next time.’

And with that, she said goodnight and left me in my cum splattered state.

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Dorian Harper swore she’d never visit a lesbian bar. The 47 year old butch librarian was rather conservative and a hopeless introvert. She had nothing against drinking. As a matter of fact, Dorian often enjoyed a post-work beer or two in the comfort of her own home. She hated drunks though, and the drama that almost always came with it, and yet here she was…

It was Friday night, and as usual for a college town, the bar was busy. Lights pulsed and flashed with the beat of the music, and the distinctive odor of cigarettes mingling with cheap perfume invaded the butch woman’s nostrils as she nursed her second beer. Dorian sat alone at the end of the bar, trying not to feel self-conscious when someone suddenly caught her eye.

From the moment she walked in, Dorian kept her eyes on the beautiful young lady seated at a table nearby. She guessed the girl was probably 20 or 21 though with her delicate facial features, she definitely could be mistaken for a teenager. She was slender and graceful with pouty full lips and dark shoulder length hair.

The girl certainly knew how to dress to impress. She wore a slinky little knee-length dress with thin little straps, natty heels, and a simple little gold necklace that accentuated her prominent collar bones. It was obvious from the time she arrived that the girl was attracting attention from all sorts of onlookers. But Dorian stared for another reason; she already knew the lovely young girl.

Dorian Harper worked the Reference desk at the Addison Memorial Library. Several months ago, she met Eden Ellis, a history major attending the local university. The librarian recalled that the girl was working on a large research project. She called ahead the day before to reserve a few boxes of microfiche so she could research relevant local news articles. The butch woman suppressed a grin when she remembered helping Eden with the microfiche reader.

“You can use this knob here to zoom in and out on the parts you want to read.” Dorian said as she twisted the knob back and forth. “And this switch will rotate the document…” The librarian’s hollow cheeks went flush when she realized she accidentally brushed against the girl’s arm. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s okay.” The girl replied with a shy chuckle. “Thanks for all your help, Mrs…”

“Miss Harper. But there’s really no need to be so formal. My first name is Dorian.”

“My name’s Eden. Eden Ellis—”

“I know. Remember I was the one who took your call yesterday.”

“Oh…well, thanks for your help…just wish these old things were easier to read.”

“Yes, that can be a problem with microfiche.” The librarian conceded. “Some of these boxes have been in storage for several years and the slides start to degrade. I’ll be at my desk, and if you need anything else, just let me know.”

Dorian didn’t think too much of that first encounter with Eden. She figured the girl would find what she needed for her research and that would be the last she’d see of her. But she was wrong, because nearly a week later, the girl was back. Since then, Dorian slowly built a nice rapport with Eden Ellis.

The girl often stopped by the library after classes to see her “favorite librarian” as she put it once. On a couple occasions, Eden joined Dorian for a cup of coffee in the morning when the library first opened and things were slow. And she was surprised when the girl stopped by to visit a few times after the fall semester ended. Sometimes the butch woman wondered if a genuine friendship was starting to form between her and the girl or if Eden wanted something more…

Dorian glanced down at herself and shifted uncomfortably on her barstool. She took a swig of her beer and assessed her reflection in the long mirror behind the bar. She knew she was far from what most people would consider attractive and she wasn’t the least bit feminine. Her fair, almost ghostly complexion was etched with the requisite lines of age and stress, emphasizing the masculine features of her face. Her very light, very ginger hair was cut short in a boyish pixie bob. She was flat chested and wore glasses and a wristwatch.

Dorian was tall for a woman, about 5’11”. She was dressed in a long sleeved turtleneck shirt and corduroy slacks, the same clothes she’d worn to work that day. And her shape was slender and insect-like; perhaps a bit underweight. For a librarian, she knew her appearance was unusual and somewhat alarming.

As alarmingly butch as Dorian looked, the beautiful Eden Ellis was certainly easy on the eyes. The librarian finished the last of her beer and adjusted her glasses while she continued staring into the mirror. Like her, the beautiful brunette had come to the bar all alone. Dorian watched as Eden went to the dance floor and joined the sea of drunken women already swaying to the primal beat of a disco number. Before she knew what was happening, Dorian began to feel the first stirrings of genuine lust as her eyes followed the girl’s gyrating body.

That slinky little dress clung enticingly to all the right places as Eden danced with wild abandon. The young college casino oyna student definitely had no problem finding willing dance partners. But when the next song started, Dorian’s cold blue eyes narrowed behind the frames of her glasses when some bulldyke started hassling the poor girl. The other woman looked like a biker type; kind of short in stature and obviously very drunk. Eden struggled to get away while the dyke tried pulling her in for a kiss.

Dorian paid the bartender and started toward the dance floor. The noise and flashing lights were disorienting, but her eyes remained glued to the struggling girl. Eden must have sensed that no one was willing to get involved, and she was a little drunk herself. The librarian stared in shock and mounting horror as Eden slapped the bulldyke’s face. The astonished look on that greasy drunk’s face quickly turned to blind anger. With all her force, she slapped Eden with the back of her hand. The drunk dyke was about to slap her around some more, but before she could, Dorian shoved the besotted woman backwards and the crowd of dancers scattered to avoid impact.

“Getting a little handsy with the ladies, aren’t we?” Dorian’s gruff voice pierced through the noise and haze of flashing lights and smoke. “You wanna tango, you can with me!” She turned to Eden. “Are you okay?”

The beautiful brunette had tears in her eyes and it was obvious she was shaken by the ordeal, but she managed a reply. “Yeah, I—I think so…”

Before Dorian could say anything else, two bouncers appeared. One of them checked on the drunken biker, now propped against a nearby table trying to regain her bearings. The other bouncer, a hulking ogre of a woman known to the regulars as Joe, went over to Dorian to get her side of what happened.

“That’s my friend, Miss Harper, from the library downtown.” Eden protested. “I—uh—promised to meet her here tonight for a few drinks. She protected me from that woman over there who tried to kiss me!” Eden turned to point out the greasy bulldyke who tried to manhandle her.

“Yeah, figured it was something like that,” Joe said with a roll of her eyes. “She’s a regular, usually harmless, but…she’s kind of a handful when she gets drinking. You ladies go on. We’ll take care of it.”

As far as Dorian was concerned, she’d had more than enough excitement for one evening. She started to walk away and Eden followed closely behind until they were outside. The librarian paused and fished her car keys from her pants pocket.

Dorian exhaled sharply. “Yes, I’m fine.” She replied. “Frankly I’m pretty shocked to see you in a place like that all alone.”

“I was supposed to meet this girl from one of my classes here. She said that she’d never been to a lesbian bar before, but she chickened out at the last minute. I didn’t want to let that ruin my night so I came anyway. I’m—uh—kind of surprised to see you here too.”

“Well it’s not actually my thing—”

“You mean lesbians? Because I kind of figured you were—”

“I mean bars. I don’t really care for the crowds and it’s a little too easy to find trouble.”

“Yeah, I guess I learned that the hard way.” Eden said. “But you came to my rescue. You didn’t have to do that, Miss Harper. You’re my hero!”

Dorian stood there for a minute or two fidgeting with her keys and trying hard not to ogle the beautiful college student. She could no longer deny that she was extremely attracted to Eden, and she also couldn’t deny the pangs of jealousy that drove her to defend the girl’s honor. The old dyke began to feel an unusual stirring of confidence, likely brought on by the two beers she’d consumed. She gazed admiringly at the girl, and without thinking, said: “Is that so? Then how about giving this hero a kiss?”

Dorian hardly expected Eden to agree, and her heart skipped a beat when the girl actually smiled and nodded her assent. “I’d love to.”

The masculine woman smiled briefly before reaching out to caress the girl’s cheek. She was about to lean in for the kiss when she hesitated. “I don’t know if I should do this. Are you going to slap me too?”

Eden pulled away. She looked a little bewildered and wounded. “Why would I do that?” The beautiful college student turned and started to walk off. “Well, uh…thanks for saving me, Miss Harper. Have a good night!”

Dorian struggled to find an excuse to keep the girl from leaving. “Uh, wait, Eden. I—I didn’t mean to say that!”

Eden turned around now. She cocked her head and her hands went to her hips. “Well, I didn’t mean it when I told the bouncers that you were my friend!”

Ouch, that hurt! The butch librarian sighed. “Fair enough; I guess I deserved that.” An awkward few seconds passed as a small group of women exited the bar. Dorian waited for them to pass before she continued. “I really don’t think you should drive in your condition. And please stop calling me Miss Harper, you make me feel old!”

“I asked a friend to drop me off.” Eden replied. “I’ll just call for a ride back to my dorm.”

The girl started to walk off again. “Wait!” Dorian shouted. “I apologize for what canlı casino I said earlier. That was, uh…unprofessional of me. We’ve known each other for a while and this isn’t the safest neighborhood. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“You could come to my place for a while. If you’re hungry we could have something to eat…and talk. As soon as you sober up, I could take you back to your dorm.”

For a minute or so, it looked like the girl was trying to conjure up a credible excuse to turn down the offer. “I guess so.” She relented. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Good! Follow me, my car is over here.” Dorian said as she led Eden down the sidewalk to an adjacent parking lot.

They drove through the lamp lit streets in silence until they reached the other side of town. Several minutes later, Dorian pulled up to a very tidy two story bungalow with a well-manicured lawn and a few flowering plants in decorative pots on the covered porch.

“Beautiful house…” Eden mused.

“Thanks. Hard to get anything fancy on a librarian’s wages these days, but it’s all mine.” Dorian replied with a soft chuckle. They got out of the car and walked from the garage to the back door. “Ladies first.” Dorian said. Eden replied with a shy giggle and led the way through the mudroom to the kitchen.

“Mind if I use your bathroom?” The girl asked. “I really gotta go!”

“Through the living room and it’s the first door to your left by the stairs.” Dorian replied. “When you’re finished, feel free to make yourself at home on the sofa and watch some television or you can join me in the kitchen. Would you like a sandwich or something?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eden replied dismissively as she made a mad dash towards the living room.

Several minutes later, the girl walked back into the kitchen where Dorian was. The slender butch woman stood in front of the counter and her back was facing the girl. An ear piercing whine filled the cheerful little space and Eden watched as her hostess switched off the stovetop. She grabbed the teakettle and poured some of the boiling hot water into a mug.

“Have a seat at the table over there if you like.” Dorian said. “Wasn’t sure how hungry you are so I just made one sandwich.” Eden sat down at the table and the butch woman set a plate in front of her with the sandwich. The girl started to lift up the top piece of bread and Dorian let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s just peanut butter. I’m afraid I don’t have much in the pantry…haven’t made it to the store yet.”

“Uh, that’s okay.”

“I boiled up some water for tea…not much of a soda drinker myself. Would you like some ice water instead, or—”

“Water’s fine, thanks.” Eden replied softly.

Dorian grabbed a clean glass from one of the overhead cupboards, filled it, and set it in front of her guest. A few seconds later, the librarian joined her. As Eden nibbled on her sandwich, Dorian removed her glasses and held them at arm’s length for a second or two and brought them to her lap. She pulled a wad of tissue from her pocket and gently rubbed the lenses before putting them back on.

“Kind of surprised to see you tonight.” The butch woman started slowly. “It’s not every day I get an opportunity to help a damsel in distress…and such a pretty one too.” Now Dorian’s mouth stretched into a thin line as she mashed her lips together and cringed. But before she could utter an apology, the girl flashed her hostess a shy grin and said: “Thanks, you really are my hero. It was pretty dumb of me to go alone like that.”

Eden finished the last of her sandwich and Dorian deposited the empty plate on the counter next to the sink. She returned to her seat across from the beautiful college student and took another sip of her tea. The skin suddenly prickled around the old dyke’s ears when Eden broke the silence.

“I, uh…know it’s probably none of my business, but were you meeting someone at the bar tonight? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything…” The girl’s voice trailed off when she saw the pained expression on the butch woman’s face. Dorian grimaced.

“No, I ah—go there once in a great while for a beer or two after work. I just keep to myself and watch the sights. It’s been a little lonely these past couple of years—that is until you happened by the library.”

“Did you have a girlfriend, or…”

“I did but not anymore.” Dorian replied plaintively. “Her name was Kate. She was a colleague, worked the circulation desk on the first floor. We were together for 22 wonderful years…and then she lost her battle with cancer…”

The poor girl was mortified. “God, I—I’m sorry to hear that…”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” The butch woman replied. Her mind scrambled to redirect the conversation to something less depressing. “So tell me more about this friend you were supposed to meet.”

Eden shrugged her shoulders. “She’s just this girl I know from one of my classes. She said that she’d never been to a lesbian bar before and she was curious. But she’s not really my type…too girly I guess.” She looked kaçak casino down at the tabletop and let loose with a nervous chuckle.

“What is your type if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’ve always had kind of a thing for butch women.” Eden wistfully replied. “Well dressed and confident. I love women who wear glasses too…makes them look intellectual.”

Dorian’s otherwise pale cheeks bloomed with an unbearable heat. Without thinking, she removed her glasses and started rubbing her eyes. “I’ll be right back.” She said as she got up and headed in the general direction of the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later and Eden sprung up from her seat.

“I’m really sorry, Dorian,” Eden said. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, no, dear, you didn’t.” The old dyke replied as she waved her hand dismissively. “I just needed to use the bathroom, that’s all. I’m flattered by the way…do my glasses have anything to do with all your visits to the Reference desk?”

“I just really enjoy your company I guess.” Eden said.

Another awkward silence grew between them and Dorian glanced over at the wall clock. “Well…it’s getting late. I should probably take you back to your dorm…”

“That’s okay,” Eden said. “It’s Friday night! I don’t have classes tomorrow and my roommate invited her boyfriend over tonight. Could I stay a little longer…unless you have work in the morning?”

The old dyke reached for her glasses and hesitated. “No, I have tomorrow off. I—I’d love for you to stay.” She started towards the living room without her glasses. “Why don’t we sit on the sofa for a while and talk? It’s kind of nice to have a chance to visit outside of the library for a change.”

Eden smiled and followed her friend into the living room. They spent the next half hour or so talking about school and some of the more “unusual” patrons at the library. “We had an elderly patron, a regular, who would come in and take his dentures out and leave them on the table in front of everyone before going to sleep.” Dorian said.

“Ew!” The girl feigned a shudder and laughed.

“And then there was the one time we had to ask a patron to leave because he came in drunk and he started screaming curse words into his headphones. I had just returned from lunch, so I have no idea what he was listening to.”

Dorian was about to ask her guest if she wanted another drink, but Eden stopped her.

“You asked me earlier what sort of woman was my type and I told you.” The girl said. “But you never told me what sort of woman you like.”

Dorian swallowed hard as she thought about how to answer. This was dangerous territory as far as she was concerned, especially after what happened with that other woman on the dance floor. There was no denying that she was extremely attracted to Eden, but she didn’t want to say the wrong thing on the off chance she’d misinterpreted the intent of the question.

“I prefer someone sweet and feminine…someone who values her education and isn’t afraid to take risks…”

The butch woman slowly turned and gazed admiringly at her young guest. And then, as if driven by sudden impulse, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Eden’s. The kiss was slow and tender, and at first the old dyke was genuinely stunned by her boldness. When Dorian finally pulled away, she was reeling. It seemed from that moment, the kiss was meant to happen.

“Getting a little handsy, aren’t we?” Eden teased.

“I—I’m sorry, Eden.” Dorian stammered. “I don’t really know what’s gotten into me.”

“Don’t be sorry, I liked it.” The girl softly replied.

Before she knew what was happening, Eden pulled the butch woman in to share another kiss. The beautiful college student slowly parted her lips, and immediately she felt the old dyke’s tongue enter. In an instant, that single kiss became several more, made increasingly deep and insistent each time their mouths made contact. Dorian’s breath caught in her throat. It had been so long, at least a year, since she kissed another woman. She certainly never expected to feel this way towards anyone so quickly, let alone with someone so young and beautiful.

“I’m really glad you were the one who helped me when I came to the library that first time last semester.” Eden said in a trembling voice. “I got an ‘A’ on that research paper by the way—”

“Huh, you never told me before…I wondered about that.” Dorian softly replied.

The girl continued: “After we talked that first time, I sort of hoped that we’d end up being friends…maybe more. I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time…I guess I was hoping you’d somehow get it.”

Dorian issued no reply. They came together in another deep insistent kiss and their tongues furiously dueled. The old dyke was completely caught off guard and she let loose with a loud gasp when she felt the unexpected sensation of Eden’s soft full lips and tongue against her neck. As a dyed-in-the-wool butch, Dorian assumed she’d always be the dominant one in the relationship. She never expected this otherwise innocent looking beauty to suddenly take charge like this. She reasoned that the feeling, though unusual, was not at all unpleasant. As a matter of fact, she actually enjoyed the attention. After a minute or so, the girl pulled away.

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The following story is about a man coming to terms with his sexual orientation, as well as his feelings for his best friend. Characters are 18+, and any similarity to other characters or people is purely coincidental and not intended. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments, or concerns, as they will be greatly appreciated.

*****

“Alright class, great job today, now hit the showers!” Oliver told his 7th period PE class.

Oliver had been struggling the entire school week, ever since his high school reunion. His mind had constantly been on Noah for hours on end, especially the kiss in the bathroom. Oliver had never had a kiss so passionate and tender, just thinking about it gave him a half chub in his shorts. He also thought about what happened afterwards, the look on Noah’s face, and the way that Noah had totally rejected him.

“Lovelace!” Yelled a voice from across the gymnasium.

Oliver turned to find Coach Flanagan walk up to him. Coach Patrick Flanagan was an Irish man in his mid 30’s, rusty red hair, brown eyes, and a muscular body from hours of working out. Oliver heard some of the female teachers gush over Pat, but he did nothing for Oliver, especially compared to Noah.

Despite that though, Oliver thought of Pat as a good work friend. Since they worked in the same department, it gave them a lot of one on one time together, and the two slowly bonded over the school year.

“What’s up Pat?” Oliver asked as he met Pat half way.

“A bunch of us are going out after work to the bar and I thought I’d see if you wanted to join us.” Pat offered.

“Sure, I have nothing else planned.” Oliver said, deciding that maybe a fun night would help him forget about his relationship problems.

“Great, meet us at the bar across from the park around 8 tonight.” Pat said as he walked back to his office.

Oliver got home to his one bedroom apartment around 5 that evening, after inputting grades and enduring traffic, and felt the weight of the week suddenly fall upon him. After a quick tv dinner, Oliver decided to rinse off before getting ready to meet his colleagues at the bar.

Oliver stripped down, leaving his clothes on the floor of the bathroom before climbing into the tub. The warm water felt good on his sore muscles, slowly undoing the knots in his body.

Oliver felt his mind wander again, thinking about Noah, and that kiss. Oliver felt his hand run down his wet body through the warm water, searching for his now erect cock, until he grasped it firmly in his hand. He ran his finger underneath the 8″ shaft, slowly teasing his cock.

His hand slowly pumped up and down, following a steady rhythm. His mind imagined that it was Noah giving him sexual pleasure, which spurred him on even more. He tried thinking about other people, men and women, all very attractive, but none of them turned him on like Noah.

Oliver kept his hand still, and slowly raised himself in the tub until his cock could go no further, then he slowly sat back down in the tub until his felt the bottom. He kept this going, making love with his hand, imagining that he was making love to Oliver. He kept this going, moaning out with pleasure until his movements became rigid, then froze.

A powerful shot of white cum shot into the air, falling on Oliver’s face, pecs, abs, and groin. He shot three more steady streams, then felt his erection become soft until it was completely flaccid.

Oliver hated what happened next, his excitement and lust was suddenly replaced with degradation and embarrassment. He felt obsessed, like he was on the verge of stalking Noah, and knew he needed to get things under control. He thought maybe a night out would help him get his mind off of things.

He quickly washed the cum off of his body, then dried off before selecting something to wear for the night. As he finished pulling on a tight black v-neck and jeans when the phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number, and let it go to voicemail. Oliver combed his hair, put casino siteleri on a little cologne, and freshened his breath before he headed out the door.

Oliver arrived at the bar a little after 8, and looked around until he found his group of teachers. Pat noticed him first and waived him over.

“Glad you made it Lovelace.” Pat said, then gave him a pat on the back. “I was just telling Sierra here that she should ask the guy at the bar out on a date.”

“And I told Lat that he should mind his own business before I slap him.” Sierra said, then the two started laughing. Oliver wondered if they had something going on, or if they were drunk before he got there.

On Monday through Friday, Oliver acknowledged these people as Coach Flanagan, Ms. Perry, Ms. Cromwell, Mr. Smith, and Ms. Wallace, highly respectable teachers in their respective fields. Now Oliver got the experience to see them as Pat, Sierra, Marcy, Jack, and Helen, party animals who could possibly drink sailors under the table. It was a rare occasion that Oliver hung out with. these people, but every time he did, it was a pretty fun night.

“Drink up bitches!” Marcy, the 31 year old English teacher yelled as she arrived with another round of shots. Oliver drank the shot, his fourth of the night, and hoped that he would be able to get a ride home.

“Dude, 3 O’ Clock, check out her tits.” Pat nudged Oliver and pointed his head at a busty blond at the bar.

Normally Oliver would have gone for it, but things weren’t as easy as they were before. Oliver had been trying to sort out his life for the past week, and whether or not to pursue Noah. Oliver knew he had feelings for Noah, but he didn’t know if they were pursuing or not.

“Yeah, she’s hot.” Oliver commented.

“You should go for it man!” Pat said, almost pushing Oliver towards the bar.

“I don’t know, I’m not really looking for that tonight.” Oliver told Pat.

“What?!” Pat said in disbelief. “She’s like a fucking unicorn, no one expects to find one, but they’re happy when they do!”

Oliver was getting a little uncomfortable, he knew that Pat was trying to be a good wingman, but Oliver wasn’t ready yet. Oliver wasn’t sure where he stood with Noah, who hadn’t really shut the door on them, Noah just wanted to mean something to Oliver. Oliver felt like he was having an epiphany, how did he not see that before. He almost celebrated, knowing he hadn’t completely ruined things like he thought, then remembered he was still talking to Pat.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Oliver said when an idea popped into his head. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Oliver walked up to the busty blond at the bar, hoping that he was far enough from Pat that he couldn’t hear Oliver talk. He practiced with a couple curse words to Pat, so when Pat gave him a sly smirk and a thumbs up, Oliver knew he was out of ear shot.

“Damn baby, you look nice, like an ice cream cone with double scoops.” Oliver said in his douche bag voice. He realized that if he purposely struck out, then told Pat that she wasn’t into him, that he’d be in the clear. It was a good plan, most women would be offput by his comment, unfortunately, Oliver wasn’t talking to most women.

“Thanks, you look nice too.” She said, thwarting Oliver’s plan. “I’m Amber.”

“Stupid low standard holding Amber!” Oliver thought to himself, and instead said “Oliver, but you can call me ‘Oh God’, cause you’ll be saying that in my bed.”

“Oh really?” Amber asked in a flirty manner. Oliver began to realize that there was no way to scare this lady. “Well, maybe you can prove it.”

“Damn!” Oliver thought to himself. This chick had no standard for guys. Normally he’d be turned on, knowing that he was guaranteed to get laid, but now, he thought of it as sad. He thought about what Noah had said “Not like this.” and realized what kind of guy Noah really was, one who didn’t take cheesy pick up lines and blunt sexual suggestions.

“So, you have no problem having sex with a guy who canlı casino will obviously either not call you, or treat you like garbage?” Oliver asked. He was surprised that he said what he said, yet he thought that if she were to get upset by his comments, that would be the one.

“Listen Oliver, you’re real cute, but no matter what, I’m going home with a guy tonight and have sex, now, it can either be with you, or I can find another guy. So what will it be?” She asked, then ran her hand across his cock and up his chest before resting on his shoulder.

Oliver felt conflicted inside, old Oliver wanted to take Amber home and fuck with her all night. He also witnessed new Oliver for the first time, realizing that he wanted to be with a person who had standards and self worth, and Oliver wanted to be worthy of that person.

“Well, let’s go back to my place then.” Oliver said. Unfortunately, old Oliver had won.

Oliver kept true to his word, Amber must have called out for an hour straight as Oliver pleasured her. Amber had let him fuck her hard and anywhere he wanted. It was good, better than he imagined, but yet, when it was over, he just layed there, thinking about Noah, then realized something about himself, he’d never be good enough for Noah.

“That was amazing.” Amber said as she wrapped her arm around Oliver, who had been pretending to be asleep.

The next morning Oliver was surprised to find Amber was still in bed with him. Most of his hook ups left in the middle of the night. He felt her big tits pressed against his side, and her hand had settled on his hip.

“Morning Oliver.” Amber said as she kissed him, moving her hand onto his morning wood.

“Morning.” Oliver responded. “That was fun last night.”

“Yeah.” Amber agreed before sitting up. “Why don’t we continue in the shower?”

Amber rose and headed towards the bathroom, her firm ass swayed as he watched her walk away. Oliver got up, stretched, and began to follow her. On his way, he noticed the inbox light was blinking, indicating that he had a voicemail.

“Oliver?!” Amber called from the bathroom. “How do turn the shower on?”

Oliver walked into the bathroom and started up the shower. The nozzle head would get stuck unless it was turned the right way. Once the shower started, so did the sex. It was good, but no matter what he did, his mind flashed upon Noah from time to time.

Once Oliver finished showering and getting dressed, he headed into the living room, and was reminded of the voicemail. He hit play and was surprised by who it was.

“Hey Oliver, it’s Noah, I was just calling to let you know I’ll be in your neck of the woods tomorrow morning and planned on stopping by to talk things out. If you don’t want to just call me back and I’ll understand, but if I don’t hear from you I’ll be there around eleven. Well, see you then I guess, okay bye.”

Oliver looked at the clock, it was a quarter to eleven, and almost as if on queue, there was a knock on the door. Oliver nervously opened the door, and thankfully found the delivery man with a package.

“Thanks.” Oliver said as he signed for the package.

Oliver watched the delivery guy make his way to the elevator, and went to close the door before he heard. “Oh, hey Oliver, wait up!” Oliver looked to find Noah rolling out of the elevator, looking as good as he did at the reunion.

“Hey, great to see you.” Oliver said, trying to hide the awkwardness in his voice as he greeted Noah.

“Yeah, I didn’t hear from you, so I assumed it was fine that I stopped by.” Noah told him.

Oliver was lost in thought, thinking about his complications with Noah. He was sure that he should let Noah be, until now. Just looking at him reminded him of his feelings. Why did things have to be so complicated?

“Of course Noah.” Oliver said, then a hand on his butt reminded him that it wasn’t the best time.

“Hey, Oliver, I’m taking off, see you later. “Amber said, then pulled him in for a kiss. “Oh hi, kaçak casino I’m Amber.” She said when she noticed Noah.

“Noah Larson, nice to meet you.” Noah introduced himself.

“How do you two know each other?” Amber asked Oliver. Oliver felt like he was caught in a rock and a hard place.

“Yeah Oliver, how do we know each other?” Noah smirked, sensing Oliver’s discomfort.”We grew up together.”

“Oh, well I’d love to hear some Oliver stories some time.” Amber said as she headed to the stairwell.

“I have one she’d love to hear.” Noah said, sounding a little irritated.

“Let’s talk inside.” Oliver told him.

Oliver shut the door once Noah entered his apartment. He felt guilty, knowing that Noah would probably be upset. He was hesitant to look at Noah, but eventually did.

“What the hell Oliver?!” Noah asked, getting down to brass tacks. “I thought you were single?”

“I was, I just met Amber last night.” Oliver admitted.

“That’s great, she’s gorgeous, lucky you.” Noah said, in a weird voice.

“Listen, about us-” Oliver started before he was interrupted.

“What us?” Noah asked. “I came here and thought we could try again, but I knew you were just a dog with a bone.”

Noah tried to get to the door, but Oliver blocked him. He knew that he had to speak his mind, not wanting a repeat of last time.

“You know what Noah? I love you, but I am not what you want. You deserve better, someone who doesn’t go to bars and pick up girls who don’t even give a shit about themselves.” Oliver told him, looking at the floor instead of looking at Noah. “I’m not that same guy in high school you had a crush on Noah.”

Noah looked taken back, at a loss for words. Oliver felt bad closing the door he desperately wanted to open, but he knew he could never be that guy for Noah.

“Oliver, that is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. You are better than you give yourself credit for, and I wish you could see that, but until you do, I’m not playing this game with you.” Noah said in a calm, serious voice. “I am tired of you thinking less of yourself just because you’re in denial about your feelings, so when you straighten them out, come by and we can talk again. I just moved into my new home downtown.”

Oliver waited until Noah was gone, then put his fist through the wall. He didn’t understand Noah, and how he could still want Oliver after what just happened. Oliver wondered what it was that Noah seen in him that drew him to Oliver, since Oliver felt hate and anger towards himself.

Oliver thought if he put Noah out of his mind, Oliver could have a normal life with a woman, instead of loving a man, something he was taught was a sin growing up. Now that Noah had moved to town, it would make it that much harder to hide his feelings.

The brief conversation with Noah kept running through his head for the rest of the night, trying to figure what he could have said to Noah to make him understand exactly how Oliver felt. Oliver then realized that he did, he remembered telling Noah that he loved him, something that Oliver didn’t realize until now.

Just as Oliver felt himself drifting to sleep, the phone rang again. Oliver quickly picked it up, secretly hoping it was Noah.

“Hey Oliver.” Amber said when he answered.

“Hey Amber, what’s up?” Oliver asked.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to grab a bite to eat tomorrow.” Amber suggested.

Oliver thought about the normal, heterosexual life he was brought up to live. Then he thought about the life he could have with Noah, one he secretly wanted, but was too afraid to admit it.

“Sure, I’d love that.” Oliver said.

Oliver and Amber talked for a couple more minutes before hanging up. He layed wide awake that night, his mind running, focusing on his dilemma. He wanted to be with Noah, but he just didn’t know if the extra baggage with being gay was worth it. He also thought about Amber, someone he’d normally hook up with, but didn’t see more to her than just sex.

At least he knew that he stood a chance with either of them, the real question was which road to go down. Oliver decided to sleep on it and hope that an answer would come to him.

To be continued…

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