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Lemon House: Bill's Story (Part 2 of 2)

Date: 6/19/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

thighs. Bill bit his knuckle, and felt a tear drop from his chin. Onto a monstrous erection. # He was still awake, glowering, when Stephanie returned. She spooned up tight to him, kissed his shoulder and hugged him. She reeked of that woman. Of Lemon. He sighed loudly. “Sweetpea, you awake?” Stephanie said and nuzzled him. She had to be joking. “How about you tell me what’s going on?” He bounced round to face her. Her eyes widened. She hesitated, “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said. Bill groaned. “No!” She said, “That’s not what I mean. I love you. I love you more now than-“ “I heard you. I saw you. In there!” He slammed his fist on the bed. She took a deep breath. She told him everything. All about the breeze and the Lemon blossom. And Fleur. “I’m surprised you haven’t felt it yet,” she said, opening the curtain and the window. “It must be your hayfever. You know what the motto of this place is? Come again!” The curtains billowed, Bill sighed. Fresh air felt good, no sneezing. Drugs must be working. The anger still lay in a stone ball in his stomach, though. “Horse-shit,” he said, and glared at Stephanie. “You can dress it all up all you like in your new-age hippy-drippy bollocks but you are, basically, fucking around.” His voice wavered. “I should just dump you.” Stephanie wrapped herself painfully tight around his torso; her eyes squeezed shut until tears rolled out. “We will go. Now. I’m sorry,” she said. But Bill was making mountains. “To what? To our sad frigid sex ... life? Maybe there’s a reason you shut me out and I can’t stay up.” Stephanie sobbed. Bill carried on piling it all up. “No kind of home to bring a baby into, is it? Where the… the mother can’t even look… at the father.” Bill turned away so she couldn’t see his wet cheeks. Stephanie gripped harder, but he still wasn’t done. He unpeeled her one last time. “Stay here with your lesbo peeping-tom!” The door burst open, and Fleur charged in, naked. “I am not a peepy Tom!” She screeched and flew at Bill, who was already on his feet. “Fucking hell,” he blurted. She hit him like a bull, fists flailing, and barrelled him over onto the bed, leaping on top of him, raining blows on his chest and raised arms. Stephanie leapt of the bed, both hands at her mouth. The wind blew fiercely through the room, flapping curtains as Fleur screamed and beat him. Bill snapped. He grabbed her wrists and turned over, pinning her to the bed. Stephanie screamed “Bill stop it!” Fleur spat and writhed and the wind blasted into his face. He held her still. Her eyes. The heat of her. That smell. He felt himself harden against her belly. He should just… They rammed their lips together, tongues bolting into each other’s mouths. Fleur gripped his neck and locked her feet up on his buttocks. “Fleur?” Stephanie shuffled, shocked around them. Bill’s vision sparkled; he pushed his hips and slid deep into the crazed woman. “Bill!” Stephanie tugged but Bill was unstoppable, ramming. Fleur stopped kissing and added her ...