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Chapter 55
Three years ago
Conscious that there may be strangers in the house, Neville stepped in quietly, slipped his shoes off as he shut it gently behind him. He surveyed the house briefly: nothing appeared to be out of place. He stepped forward gingerly, his feet making no sound on the tiled floor as he moved from the entranceway into the lounge. And then he heard – did he? – a murmur, a voice perhaps, a whisper from upstairs. The hairs on the back of his neck rose in warning. Even though he hesitated, he knew that he would have to go up; and so he moved to the stairway, stepping carefully as he climbed, counting the sixteen treads that that took him to the passageway between the bedrooms.
Here it was carpeted, and everything seemed normal, except for the reflected light that was seeping out under the half open door to the main bedroom. He slipped quickly to the side, peering inRelated chapters
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Lancelot paused, dramatically, as if staring uncertainly as his tormentor. Neville was now erect and prepared to progress this to a more overt stage. As Lancelot reached behind him and drew the zipper down, exposing the indentations of spine crossed by a black brassiere strap Neville stepped out and stood in the doorway. For a moment Lancelot didn't see him as he was concentrating on sliding it open, but then he looked up and Neville could see the shock cross his face as they looked into each other's eyes in the mirror. For long moments neither moved, then Lancelot spun around, reached behind himself to hold the dress closed, and took two steps away, backing against the mirror. His face reddened furiously under the makeup, his eyes dropped to the floor – Neville knew that Lancelot was frantically trying to find an excuse, an escape from the shameful situation in which he had found himself.Neville spoke first: "It's alright Lancelot."
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It was strange how erotic this sight was: Lancelot's cock, distended with lust, the panties bunched under his testicles, pushing them forward. It was as intimate as the first moments when a woman exposed herself, lying back for him and spreading open her legs for his gaze. As erotic as it was for them both, it was also true that their passion play contributed to the lust of the moment. And so Neville continued to play it out: looking up into Lancelot's eyes, and with a cruel smile on his face he said: "Naughty girls showing themselves to strangers. Pussies this naughty need to be slapped –pussy slaps so hard that your eyes water and your mouth goes dry." His hands had wrapped around the shaft now, was masturbating Lancelot with slow, measured strokes that caused Lancelot to move his hips in rhythm. "What do you think."Lancelot spoke almost in a whisper. "I'm not that naughty – it's the job. You're making me misbehave."
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"You know I will." Lancelot leaned forward, and pulled the panties down, kicking them off his ankles, and opening his legs to turn and place his knees outside Neville' thighs. The boyish girl faced the man, placing hands on his shoulders as Lancelot started to lower himself. Neville held his cock, moving it to the anus, ready, waiting. Lancelot bent his knees until the point of contact arrived, and then paused before pressing himself down. The expression on his face showed the difficulty of the entry. After a moment he stopped: "I can't do this – it's too painful.""It's ok – we'll try another way. Bend over against the bed."Lancelot lifted himself off Neville lap and walked (so-o sexy!) to the bed, glancing back across his shoulder as he bent forward and placed his palms on the bedspread. Neville walked up, lifting the skirt and tossing it over the boy's hips. The sight was as desirable as anything he could remember: pantihosed legs
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Lancelot’s POVI'm sure that we all remember our first time. We remember with fondness the guy that made us feel accepted and special. We remember our first love, so deep it hurt to be apart and nearly killed us when it ended. So many memories, tucked neatly in the files of our minds waiting to be savored like a fine wine in a passing moment. I shared the story of my first time with you awhile back and received so many wonderful comments. After that, I shared a fantasy and again enjoyed your approval. Today, I want to share another memory. This one is from slightly later in life, Jeff and I have split and I have started to move on. I hope that everyone enjoys my tale, maybe it will trigger a memory for you.I stepped out of the shower and began toweling myself dry. I had gotten home from work, gotten a bite to eat and was cleaning up to go out. My eyes traveled to the mirror and I looked at my naked body. My s
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I let my eyes travel slowly down his now naked body, taking in his oh so sexy masculinity. He was square-jawed and handsome in that rugged, 1950's kind of way. He had short, dark hair and was clean-shaven although he did have the stubbly growth of the day. His chest was covered with a mat of hair that thinned as it grew down his flat belly before coming to the thick thatch at his crotch. His cock was nicely long and a bit thicker than most with a pair of large balls hanging beneath it.I reached up and cupped his cock and balls in my hand for a moment, loving the heaviness of him. I heard his sigh as I gently kneaded him. I looked back into his eyes as I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it slowly from base to tip. I leaned forward and kissed his balls gently before sucking one into my mouth. I heard a deep groan as my tongue rolled it then sucked the other. I could feel his cock beginning to thicken and I left his balls to
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Lady Billington’s DiaryI had found a list of thirty-six questions that were supposed to help couples fall in love. Admittedly, Richard and I had been together for almost ten years, but I was hoping this weekend would help me feel more connected to him and that we could open up again, even if just a little bit. I felt like we talked about the kids, and he'd tell me about his day, but he never wanted to hear about mine, or tell me what he was thinking or, heaven forbid, feeling about anything. I had to discern that for myself. I figured if I could be more open with him, maybe he could be more open with me and we could get back some of those feelings from when we were first together. Was it love or just the comfort of the familiar? That's what I was working on figuring out during our trip. I mean, what is love anyway? Is it purely chemical and bound to wear off in twelve to eight
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He tried, he really did. "I like working together on getting dinner ready.""O-kay," I said. "So, what would be my positive characteristic that helps you enjoy that?""Um . . . your leadership?""I'll take it!" It wasn't the most romantic compliment I'd ever gotten and I'd had to pry it out of him but I really suspected his brain didn't work along those lines. I wondered if there was a book that would help him with giving compliments.We coasted through the other questions and, in the end, I felt I had learned something. We really knew each other more intimately than I would have guessed.We finished up as we got close to the campground and I put on my navigator cap to get us the rest of the way with the directions he had scribbled down the night before. He had a GPS but for some reason it was never in the car and we didn't use it.We parked near the office and I waited while he w
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My breasts felt heavy and I pushed my whole body against him. I didn't even care about the taste of the beer anymore. His left hand came down and cupped between my legs so I eagerly reciprocated with a hand cupping his cloth covered balls and stroked up over his thickening cock. He groaned and I pulled back with a naughty grin. "I think we better take this inside." He extracted his hand from the back of my jeans and I rose, grabbing his other hand to lead him inside. "Wait a sec," I said, grabbing the cover they had put out to smother the fire in the ring.By the time I set it down, Richard was halfway to the cabin with his hands on the front of his pants and I fleetingly wondered if he'd finish without me if I didn't hurry. I shed my shirt as I closed the door behind me and then the bra as I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans. I shoved them down with my panties. The nightie would have to wait. I turne
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