In response to the comment from the previous chapter entitled 'Hmmmm':
So anonymous you say that you'd like to see another chapter and then tell me how I should write it! Don't you see something wrong in that? Hardly a comment was it, more of an instruction. You seem to be suffering with delusions of grandeur. Either that or you are just a pompous arrogant twat. Or maybe both.
Any further comments of this nature I will delete without any reply as they serve no useful purpose that I can see. Unless your purpose was to annoy me in which case you were successful. I am at a loss to know why this comment was allowed to be shown. It's not exactly giving an author encouragement is it?
Thank you for all you normal people that take the trouble to leave a comment, it's always appreciated.
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Arthur was on cloud nine the next day after being used and abused by his aunt and her two friends. Over-hearing their whispered conversation he was quite confident that he would be called upon again and although he may have to wait awhile he was sure it would happen.
The reality was, the not knowing when it would happen again was exciting in itself and with the addition of not knowing who just added to the excitement. Who would it be next time, Davina? He wasn't likely to forget that he had come in her mouth, and would love the chance to do it again. Perhaps the next time he would control himself better and make it last longer.
Maybe it would be Laura. Going by the the conversation that he wasn't meant to hear she had obviously been through some trauma of some kind. In that respect Arthur felt a certain warmth towards the woman and was pleased that he had given her some pleasure to ease her woes. He also hoped he could do it again!
Again he questioned his virginity which of course in the true meaning he still would be classed a virgin but it would seem a rather pedantic point if it was used to describe him now. However he did hope that it would be his auntie that took his virginity from him!
It was becoming a bit of a running joke at school that his fellow students would have to nudge him to bring out of a daydream. It was happening more and more just lately, "Arthur's gone again," was the usual remark before someone poked him. It was all in good humour but Arthur knew he must do something about it.
One good thing had come from his daydreaming. It had led to a conversation with a girl who had asked him what he was dreaming about. She was a pretty girl and her name was Misty. She seemed genuinely concerned about Arthur and offered her ear if he ever needed to talk.
He thanked her for the offer and assured her he was okay, but really he could do with sharing his secret with someone. But of course he couldn't. Or could he? No, how could he admit that he was having a sexual relationship with his own auntie. It was incest pure and simple.
That evening he found nothing in the laundry basket when he'd opened the lid to drop his own dirty clothes in. He wasn't too disappointed, he knew it was going to happen at some point, after all the washing had to be done. He still had the previous evenings events fresh in his mind to help him through the night.
There was never much conversation at the dinner table with his aunt. Now and again she would ask if school was okay but she never seemed very interested. Apart from that they usually ate in silence and when they'd finished Arthur would do the washing up. However the following day his aunt surprised him when he was clearing the table.
"Make sure you clean yourself up tonight, get rid of all that hair," Kelly said.
Totally confused Arthur just stared at Kelly with a vacant expression on his face.
"Shave yourself, get rid of that unruly mop downstairs," she said dipping her head to indicate where she meant, "Shave it all off."
When Arthur realised what she was saying he was shocked, but suddenly realised what could be in-store for him later that evening. With nervous excitement he washed the dinner things while lost in another daydream...
Having never shaved his pubes before it took Arthur an age to do. He hadn't been shaving his face for long and the thought of a razor anywhere near his crown jewels made him very nervous, but with the thought of what his reward might be he overcame his fear.
When he'd finished he wasn't very keen on what he saw, it made him look like a young boy. But he had his instructions and anyway there wasn't anything he could do about it now.
He'd been back in his bedroom for half an hour when he heard voices downstairs so he knew his aunt had company. When another half hour had passed Arthur began to think perhaps he'd read things wrong and he was beginning to feel disappointed.
Perhaps he was going to have to make do with his aunties dirty knickers that he'd spotted earlier in the laundry basket but had resisted at the time. If his aunt hadn't led him on earlier he would have been content to wait another week so he couldn't really complain.
Twenty minutes later, to Arthur's great joy he heard his aunties summons, "Arthur, down here, now! We're in the lounge."
He nearly fell down the stairs in his excitement. Expecting to see either Davina or Laura or maybe even both Arthur was surprised to see another new face. The new woman sat at the opposite end of the sofa to his aunt who sat in her usual place at the right end.
"There's a tray in the kitchen, go and fetch it," Kelly commanded.
Following orders Arthur quickly found the tray and rushed back to the lounge.
"Well offer it to Karen then!" Kelly said in her usual demeaning way.
Arthur stood in front of his aunts guest that he now knew was called Karen and lowered the tray for her inspection. There was a bowl of strawberries with a small bowl of fresh cream. Karen selected a strawberry, dipped it in the cream and took a bite.
"I know you love your strawberries," Kelly said to her friend.
"Oh yes, thank you, how very thoughtful of you," Karen said in a low husky voice.
Karen looked to be a similar age to Kelly. She had longish straight hair, hazel eyes and small facial features. Wearing a black jacket, black skirt and a white blouse Arthur assumed she must be a work colleague of his aunts as he had also assumed her other guests had been as they all seemed to wear traditional office attire.
Still standing in front of Karen she dipped the strawberry into the cream once more and he felt the woman's left hand sneak inside the fly of his pyjama trousers and gently caress his soft penis.
"Well if you'll excuse me I think I'll leave you to it. Now make sure you look after my guest Arthur, do exactly what she tells you or I won't be happy," Kelly said as she stood up.
