8 comments/ 67748 views/ 3 favorites Candledim Ch. 01 By: AmoralAuthor June 12th, 2004 Night covered the windows of Candledim. Jamie Winter ignored the temptation of the light downstairs and crept silently into Rose's bedroom. Candlelight, which had always seemed less bright in this place than in any other, gave the room even more shadows among the frills and lace. Rose waited for him here, always waited, and he could never keep away -- not as a gawky virgin teen, and not now, as a full-grown man. The things she did to him... He should be disgusted with himself. Rose's black silk gown covered her from the lace neckline at her throat to the soft folds over her toes. Beneath it, she wore nothing. He knew that from previous experience. Shining black locks of hair tumbled over her shoulders. Her eyes, dark as demon shadow, gleamed. A soft blush of dusty rose over her cheeks made her appear alive, precious, and utterly beautiful in spite of her morbid color scheme. "Jamison," she said. "I knew you could not stay away." He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe. Rose drifted closer. "You hate me," she whispered, and touched an exquisite finger to his chest. "And yet you cannot stay away. You amuse me." "You ruined my life." "Because of Robert?" A soft, gentle laugh echoed through the room. "He made love to you, poppet. He did not hurt you." "I was a child." "You enjoyed it until your brother told you it was wrong." "Robert's dying." The admission made him smile, thinking it would hurt her. "He's an old man." She looked, if possible, even more amused. "We all die sooner or later, but he still pleasures himself to the thought of what you did together." "You made him that way." "Yes," she said. "I did." Closer, she moved, and the top of her raven head came to Jamie's shoulder. She looked up and ran her tongue, a pink animal bent on murdering his sanity, along the fullest portion of her bottom lip. "And I have made you." The gentlest touch of her fingers took away the breath he had left, forcing him to draw air deeply into his lungs before he could speak again. The fingers caressed, soothed and encouraged his arousal. Jamie hadn't the will to pull away. He never had the strength to leave, and had stood here innumerable times in the same situation. She slid to her knees and kept her eyes on his face, smiling her secretive, Mona Lisa smile. The zipper on his jeans rasped. Cool air greeted his cock. The tip of her tongue grazed it. Fleeting warmth turned cold. Jamie moaned. Rose's lips surrounded the head, smooth, slick, and heated with triumph. Jamie's fingers tangled in her hair. Her tongue lapped at him like waves licking the shoreline of some deserted island. Liquid pictures, quicksilver and fleeting, passed through his mind. Her body, naked and glorious, spread out before him on the lacy bedspread. A close-up of her cunt -- black curling hairs outlined the shining red interior -- transposed to the image of Robert's cock, long, thin, and dangerous in the darkness of a private room. Rose purred and suckled like a nursing child. Sharp fingernails raked against his skin as she tugged on the waistband of Jamie's jeans. He shuddered and pushed his hips forward. His balls snuggled up against his body; hard nuggets ready to explode. He pulled back and she grazed her teeth along the length of his cock until they met the ridge of the head. He shoved forward again. Her nails dug into his butt. Jamie clenched her hair in fists so taut the knuckles turned white. "Bitch." Rocking back on her knees, Rose touched his come on her cheeks -- and laughed. --- Jamie strode down the main street of Blackwood, lost in dismal thought. Beside him, Aria moved with the grace of a dancer. Her gaudy, flowing skirts drifted around her legs in time with her steps. Jamie ignored her, although her presence warmed him. Across the street, the town's rose gardens bloomed peacefully. "It happened again," Aria said after they'd covered more than a block. "Yes." She took his arm in one small hand and turned him to face her in the light of a street lamp. "You have to stop going there." "I can't." "Every time you go, you give her more power over you." Jamie agreed, but he couldn't stop. Aria knew that, and it angered him she had no other advice to give. "Let's go inside." He turned toward the small apartment building in which she lived. "No. I know what will happen in there and you'll never deal with this. Stay here." She tugged at him. Jamie turned and waited. "What is it you need from her you can't get from me?" Good question. Rose provided danger, fear and lust all rolled into one dark package. Aria gave him sweetness, soft and forgiving. He'd never come in her face, or pull her hair until it came out at the roots. He couldn't, wouldn't hurt Aria, but he wanted to hurt Rose, and through Rose, Robert. "I can't explain it," he answered softly. "She isn't real, Jamie." "Let's go inside." "No, I want you to promise me you'll come to me next time." Jamie put an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. "I can't promise that." Lips touched lips. Aria's arms circled his waist, and she stretched her body to fit in a curved arch against him. The seductive lechery of Rose's kisses couldn't compare to Aria's innocent desire to please him. Jamie ran his hand over her back and curved it down to push her hips against his. "Inside," he whispered against her lips. "And we can talk afterward." Apparently agreeing, she pulled away and moved gracefully up the steps. Jamie followed, swiftly shutting the apartment door behind them once they'd reached it. He turned, took her in his arms, and resumed kissing her. This time, he allowed his hand to move aside the elastic neckline of her peasant blouse. Inside Aria's bedroom, a bed lined with stuffed animals waited. The childish décor outraged his sense of decency, so he'd never taken her in there. Always, they fucked in front of the apartment door or on the overstuffed couch in the next room. Jamie knelt, reached inside Aria's skirt, pulled the small silk panties down her thighs, over her feet, and tossed them on the floor. His fingers roamed, touched, caressed, and parted the lips of her cunt. Wetness covered his fingers. He stood and made his way to the couch. Aria followed, stopping him before he sat down. A smile curled her lips as she pulled his T-shirt over his head. She ran her fingers over his chest, then tugged the button on his jeans. When he had nothing left to remove, she gave him a gentle push toward the couch and he settled into the comfort of the thick quilt that covered blue velvet cushions. Aria's gauzy orange and red skirt drifted out and over his hips as she straddled him. The wet slit of her cunt rubbed against the underside of his cock. She leaned forward and kissed him, tracing the contours of his lips with her tongue. But no, he didn't want to be the passive one tonight. He wanted control. He needed to find the power he lost each time he visited Rose. "I want you naked." His voice came out in a harsh mimicry of his normal deep tone. Aria didn't pause, but stood again. Her eyes, deep green and troubled, read something in him that made her comply. She pulled her shirt over her head to reveal full, lush breasts tipped with reddened nipples. The skirts slithered to the floor. Jamie drew her down, pushed her into place on her back, and parted her legs. His cock pointed toward the reddish hairs outlining her cunt. It moved in time with his heartbeat, a minute movement, visible only if he remained completely still, but he felt it deep in his balls. He placed the tip low, and used his hand to push it upward, between the lips until it rubbed against her clitoris. Up and down, he pushed it, exciting her, moistening her, and all the while he could see the remaining concern in her eyes. Almost, he stopped. Almost, he promised her he would seek her out first, but he couldn't. He wouldn't lie to her. That would be a betrayal she wouldn't accept. Jamie pressed the head of his cock down, found the entrance, and pushed it inside. Aria sighed. Her breasts rose and fell. He leaned on one hand and caressed a pink nipple with the other. "I want to watch you come." The words changed the look in Aria's eyes, gave them the shine of arousal instead of the gleam of concern. "Make me come, then." Slow, languid, he moved. Never deep, he toyed with her, forced her to want it, forced her to need it. Aria's hips began to rise and fall. She tried to capture him, pull him in deeper, but he kept control. Using his hand again, he pulled out and used the head of his cock to massage her clitoris, circling it until the moisture wore thin. Aria's eyes closed. A small line of concentration appeared between her brows. Her fingers slipped over her belly and curled into the hairs between her legs. Jamie measured the closeness of her climax. All the while, he moved in languid rhythm, never giving her everything she needed. "Aria," he whispered, and this time his voice came out in velvet depth, caressing and lustful. Her eyes opened. "Take your hand away." Aria's fingers left a shining trail of moisture up her belly to her breast, where she stopped to caress a distended nipple. Jamie leaned over her, kissed her lips, and pushed deeper with each lazy thrust. His chest trapped her hand between them. Soft, mewling kitten noises fluttered from Aria's lips. Each breath she released stuttered in her chest. Jamie kissed her again, using his tongue to imitate the motion of his cock. Laziness disappeared, and urgency spoke in each lunging thrust. "God, yes," he hissed, and pulled back, taking his weight on both hands. Swift, smooth, his cock slid in and out. Aria's circling added another dimension, side to side. "I'm going to come," Aria murmured, watching his face. "And so are you." Jamie diverted his gaze, unable to watch the brilliant lust in her eyes. Her breasts bounced against her ribs with each harsh lunge of his body. Flushed, they gave away the state of her arousal. Her hands wandered over his arms, his ribs, the flat of his stomach. "Come with me, Jamie," she whispered, gasping each word. The first convulsion of her climax tightened her cunt. He had no choice but to come with her, spurting hard, feeling the surge deep in his balls. It felt like dying. --- Rose Mercy Hospital smelled of disinfectant and old people. Jamie passed the desk with a nod of acknowledgement toward the duty nurse and continued down the hall to his uncle's room. Robert had been here for the last six months, dying as slowly and inefficiently as he could. Jamie would have helped him along, but he had no intention of going to jail for murdering the monster everyone liked. Blackwood was a small town, and Robert held most of it in his rich, greedy hands. He had more connections than the Los Angeles airport. The door to the room was closed to keep the hall light from irritating the patient. Jamie knew the real reason for the closed door, for Robert's hand seemed to be a constant companion to his cock, and it wasn't polite to show the world. The doctors said it was senility. Jamie knew otherwise. Late night wasn't the time for visitors, but Jamie had always been a night person, and Robert left word that anyone could see him at any time. His doctor agreed, saying visits cheered the old man up no matter when they occurred. They cheered old Bob, all right. So did half the nurses in the place. Noting the dread of futility in his heart, Jamie opened the door. Kelly stood beside the bed, clutching Robert's greased cock in her hand. "I'm not surprised," Jamie muttered, and swiftly closed the door behind him. Her beautiful blue eyes looked guilty, but her hand kept pumping the old rod. Robert laughed. It was an old man's wheezing cough of a laugh, but it sounded genuinely amused. "Look who dropped in for a quickie. Stop for a minute, Kelly. I'd like to make this one a group occasion." "Not this time, Bob. What is it you wanted?" Keeping his place near the door, Jamie stuck his hands in his jeans pockets to hide the trembling. Kelly obediently stopped stroking, and stepped as far away from the bed as she could without eliciting a comment from the old man. "Come here, boy. Sit down. I need to talk to you." Reluctant to get anywhere near him, Jamie took the chair next to the bed. "About what?" Robert sniffed. His eyes, folded and small with age, widened. "You've been to see her. Tonight? And there's another one, too..." He inhaled deeply, then coughed. "That little gypsy you've been fucking. No wonder you say no to Kelly's tender administrations. You're all tuckered out." How he knew, Jamie could only guess, but his uncle always smelled sex on him. It excited the old man visibly. Robert's cock jumped and grew taut, jutting out from between his wasted thighs like a sightless snake. Disgusted, Jamie nodded. "Then on to business. I'm going to die tonight." The admission gave a short jolt to Jamie's heart. "When?" he asked, feigning indifference. "After you've taken me out of this God-forsaken place. I want to die at Candledim, nowhere else." "Blackmail? You won't die unless we take you out there?" "Exactly." Jamie stood. "I'll get your clothes." "You're in an all-fired hurry to see me dead." "Yes, I am." And it gave Jamie something to do other than stare at the thin, purple-headed cock waving in the breeze. "It'll wait a few minutes, boy. Sit yourself down." The laughter came again, wheezing and disgustingly pathetic. "Kelly, come here and finish up. Then we can go." "Jesus, Bob. Can't you stop for more than five minutes?" "I don't need to stop now. I'm old, senile and dying. No one cares what I do anymore, as long as I'm comfortable." "I'm sure Kelly cares." The words were lost on the old man, who arched his skinny hips up so his cock met the greased fingers of his stepdaughter. Her fat bosom heaved in either a sob or a sigh. Jamie wasn't sure which, for her eyes had the dull look of guilt that overcame any other emotion. She'd tried so hard to escape, only to come running back when she needed money. Sad, pathetic, and disgusting -- the entire family was insane. Kelly's plump hand moved like clockwork, and Jamie felt his heart beating with the same rhythm. He couldn't stop watching. The breathing in the room grew heavy, dense like fog on a windless night. "Jamie's hard. I can see it in his face," Robert murmured. Kelly turned her gaze toward Jamie, and he could only shrug. She stopped jerking her hand up and down, pausing as if she'd forgotten what she was doing. Robert's voice was no longer the easy-going, old man's tone. "Keep going, Kelly. You know what will happen if you don't." "Don't, Kelly. Just don't do it for him. What the hell can he do to you from his deathbed?" "He's left Candledim to Evan. He won't change it unless I do what he wants now." Kelly stood next to the bed, plump, sorrowful, and yet her breasts heaved with the intensity swirling through the room. Her hand started up again. "Can you imagine what Kelly's gangster son would do with the place? Rose would adore him." Robert grinned, in control again. Jamie shuddered at the thought of young, seventeen-year-old Evan anywhere near Rose. She'd eat him alive, destroy him just as she'd destroyed the rest of the male members of the household. "Come here, Jamie boy. If you humor me tonight, I'll give Crandell a call instead, and verify that you, Jamison, will get Candledim when I die." Jamie moved, unable to care what Robert might do to him. It had started too long ago for him to stop it now. Robert opened Jamie's jeans with one hand and fished out Jamie's erection. Arousal spread. It tightened Jamie's balls, lengthened his cock in the greased hollow of his uncle's hand, and made him close his eyes. He hated himself for it, hated Robert, hated even Kelly because she'd failed to escape so many years ago. Most of all, he hated Rose, who had corrupted Robert so thoroughly. Robert's greased hand slid slow and easy. "Look at me, boy." Jamie opened his eyes. His gaze locked to Robert's watery blue one. Kelly's breathing quickened. Jamie tore his eyes away from the mesmerizing effect of Robert's gaze and looked down. Robert's age-spotted hand jerked, quick and hard, around Jamie's thick cock, abusing it, hurting and yet pleasuring it. Both Kelly's hands had hold of Robert's thinner, longer version, and her entire body moved to the rhythm of her strokes. It would take too long to come, and the old man's cock would spurt first. Jamie turned his head to stare straight into the demon's eyes. "Hurry up, Bob. Come in your baby girl's hands." Robert grunted. Semen oozed over the top of Kelly's fingers. The hand around Jamie's cock tightened painfully, but stopped stroking. "Put it away, Jamie," the old man said. "It's time to go home." --- Rose waited for them in her room, still dressed in flowing black, patient as a stone. Jamie hung back at the door next to Kelly. "Rose," Robert said, and seated himself on the bed. He'd struggled up the stairs to get here, and his chest heaved with the effort. Rose, smiling and gracious, began to undress him. Jamie turned, ready to leave. "Stay," Robert commanded. Jamie sighed and turned back. "You have what you want." "Not yet. Get undressed, both of you." The brilliance in Robert's gaze made Jamie shudder, but he complied, stripping out of his T-shirt and jeans, trying to avoid staring at his cousin as she slid out of her clothing. Shy, Kelly believed herself to be ugly. Jamie disagreed, for he thought her plump breasts and belly gave her a female look a thinner woman didn't have. Rose finished pulling Robert's jeans off his feet and settled him back against the pillows. She stood in the middle of the room, never losing her smile, and let the black gown drop to the floor. Her body, golden in candle light, gave off the scent of musk. Robert sniffed the air and grinned. The head of his dick rose from his thigh. He patted the bed beside him and turned his grin to his stepdaughter. "Lay down, Kelly -- on your back -- spread those fat legs." Kelly obeyed like a wooden soldier. Jamie felt sorry for her, but held his tongue. It would be over tonight. One last time and it would be over. "Get on top of her, Jamie." Robert shoved his fingers into Kelly's cunt. "She's wet already." Rose smiled like a benevolent angel. Candledim Ch. 02 Warning -- this story may contain disturbing scenes. * * * * * August 15th, 1843 Rose lowered herself onto her new husband's erection. The old fool had denied her this until tonight. Edward Winter, rich, powerful and handsome at 47, was a prudish man -- but he had a nice cock. Rose pushed down to cram it into her cunt. Edward jerked upward. His orgasm lasted three seconds. "You aren't finished yet." Rose wiggled on her perch. "Just give me a minute." Rose trailed her fingers over his stomach until they met the moist thatch of hair between her spread thighs. "I'll keep it warm for you." Was he blushing? It was difficult to tell in the dim light. Her fingers felt cool against the slippery skin between her cunt lips. She stroked her clitoris. His penis, soft now, tried to slide away. She clamped her muscles. Naughty cock, she thought. You can't escape Rosie. She stared at Edward's face, certain now he was blushing. His eyes looked between her legs. She parted her cunt lips to reveal her reddened clitoris. "This is where it feels best." She tickled the very tip. Fire ran from her finger into the depths of her belly. "If you rub this while we fuck, I'll come all over you." She giggled at the astonished look on his face. "We might as well have fun, Edward. We're married, after all." "I should hope so." Sounds of the continuing wedding party drifted through the walls from downstairs. Any excuse for drinking, Rose thought, flipping the tip of her finger. The women had long since gone home, and only a die-hard group of men still drank Edward's best whiskey, hosted by his son, John. The sound of men laughing excited Rose. "If you don't get hard soon I'll come without you." The penis buried deep inside her cunt began to grow. Edward touched her right nipple. She arched her back to give him better access. He cupped her breast. His cock began to stand up on its own. "That's right, Edward, darling. Get all hot and bothered and I'll send you over the top -- again and again." Rose used her leg muscles to push herself up so only the head remained inside. Her fingers twirled. She slid down again, engulfing him. Edward made a sound like the grunt of an animal. Rose grinned. The dull thud of desire turned into a sharp, painful need. She urged it to new heights with the pressure of her fingers and closed her eyes. Yes, she would come soon. She leaned forward to rest one hand next to Edward's shoulder; the other still shoved at her clitoris. "Fuck me," Rose whispered. "Fuck me forever." Edward's hips jerked up, then fell. His hands left her breast and grabbed at her waist. Rose slapped down against Edward's thighs. Her cunt clutched and trembled through a short, intense orgasm. Edward grunted, jerked, then relaxed and opened his eyes. She kept twirling her fingers over her clitoris. "Again," she ordered and kept his wilting penis trapped. "I can't, Rosie. I'm sorry. Wait until I have a sleep and I'll try it again." He smiled. "I'm not a young man, you know." She relented and dragged her fingers away from the damp curls between her legs. "I know. I'm sorry, Edward. I just..." "Rest now." He tugged her from her perch to lie beside him. "I love you." Rose waited until his even breathing turned to snores. Since puberty, she'd fought against her body. Always, she felt the lingering throb of arousal. It dissipated only during pure exhaustion. She knew it wasn't normal -- she wasn't normal. Nothing satisfied her. Her dreams contained a multitude of penises, of hands, mouths, and bodies. Lately, even female bodies accompanied them. Sex, she thought, was an ongoing struggle for relief. She'd never be satisfied with just Edward's loving, unimaginative fucking. She could lie here and please herself for a while, but there were other opportunities. Slowly, she crawled from the bed and stood, naked, over the body of her husband. Edward would never know. He was rich, and he was handsome enough. If only he had more stamina... A soft cloth wiped some of the wetness that drooled down Rose's thighs. She slipped a robe around her shoulders and went into the hall. The wood floor felt sticky beneath her bare feet. Darkness reigned here. Not a single flame lit the dim recesses of Candledim, but a thin light came from the bottom of Percy's door. She peered inside. Percy, his blonde curls darkened with sweat, reclined on the bed with his cock in his hand. Rose stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Percy grinned. "I thought this might happen. Eddie is too old for you." Rose let the robe slide from her shoulders. Her hand strayed between her legs in mute appeal. Percy stood. His erection swayed. "Bend over." His fingers gripped her waist as he positioned her in front of a chair. She set her hand on the cushioned back and let her ass jut out behind her. He entered her in a single thrust. Rose pushed back and twirled her fingers. "Fuck me, Percival. Fuck me good." "I was intending to." A laugh echoed in his tone. "Tell me what Eddie's cock looks like. Is it big?" "It isn't as long as yours, but it's thicker." She looked back and noted the musculature of his shoulders. "He'd be better than you if he could last longer." "Maybe you should try us both at once." The sudden picture of Percy sucking on Edward's thick cock sent trills of sensation through her lower body. "God yes. But he'd never allow it." "I know. The thought, though, is inspiring." That was obvious. Percy's cock grew, and she felt the thicker head rubbing inside. The sound of flesh meeting flesh occupied her attention. "I want to fuck your ass." "Do it." Percy's hand left her breast as he pulled out and separated the cheeks of her butt. His slick cock pushed inside. Now her cunt felt empty, but her ass was full. It wouldn't take him long this way -- Percy had a thing for ass fucking. Rose hung her head between her bouncing breasts. Long black hair trailed to the floor, swirling in curls on the dark red rug. Her fingers jiggled her clitoris. Pounding settled between her eyes, reminiscent of the slam of Percy's body against hers. Her orgasm jerked her upright, where she was halted only by Percy's hard forearm. His cock remained in her ass, motionless now as her body trapped him inside. - - - John stared into the dead fireplace and fingered his glass. Damn it, why did his father have to marry that tramp? Rose exuded sensuality, and John wasn't immune. His first vision of her had been as a young woman on his father's arm. He took one look into her eyes and his cock erected. Her smile said she knew his reaction, had expected it. He'd managed to escape before his father noticed. Now he wished his father had been more observant. Perhaps he wouldn't have married Rose, and then John wouldn't be sitting here with a drink in his hand and an erection tenting the front of his robe at the mere thought of her. John set the drink on the table beside him, glanced at the closed door to his room, and tugged the tied belt of his robe. His naked cock waved in the cigar scented air. He stared at it and let his imagination wander beneath Rose's dress. She'd be small-boned, slender except for her large breasts. Would they stand up, or would they sag toward her waist? He decided they'd do something in between. Her nipples would face outward, at least. She was too young to sag very much. Too many times in the past few months John had sat here like this, watching his cock swell and shrink with each imagined caress. He shouldn't give in like this. He touched the head and ran the tip of his finger down the side of the shaft. It could be her finger, and her eyes as she touched him would be velvet dark and wicked. She'd lick her lips. The shaft lengthened. No, he wouldn't give in tonight. It was his father's wedding night, damn it. His finger kept stroking. Candledim's thick walls allowed a sound to leak through, and John paused. His head lifted and he scowled at the dead fireplace. - - - "What the devil is going on?" The voice came from the doorway, and Rose recognized John's intonation. Her new stepson had caught her in the throes of a powerful orgasm. That only made it more intense. Trembling spasms rolled through her. Percy gasped, and she felt the spurt of hot spunk in her bowels. "Stop this!" John's hand clamped on her shoulder and she felt the pressure as he put his other hand on Percy's to pry them apart. Percy's fingers dug into her waist. His cock, still shooting, remained embedded. "I said stop it!" John pushed harder, and the last stream of jism coated the pale skin of Rose's butt. Rose straightened and turned to face her stepson. His skin looked mottled. A vein throbbed at his temple. One dark lock of hair curled over his forehead. His gray eyes looked wide and startled, like a spooked horse. Rose put out her hand. "Hush, John. Do you want to wake your father?" Percy poured a drink, seeming to ignore the confrontation. "Why the hell aren't you with my father?" John's voice had a strident, panicked cast, but he'd lowered it. "I wore him out." She shrugged, knowing the effect it had on her breasts. John's eyes flickered to her chest, then back to her face. "He's not a young man," she said in a chiding tone. "I don't want him to have a heart attack." "So you went after Percival? Are you insane?" "No. Just desperate." Rose eyed him seriously. "I won't be denied each night, John. I deserve to be happy." "Then why didn't you marry someone who could make you happy?" "Because I need more than sex in a marriage. Be realistic, John. Your father is a good, kind man with lots of money. The only thing he lacks is stamina. Was I going to let that get in the way of marrying a man I love?" "You don't love him." "But I do." She moved toward John, who backed up until his foot hit the edge of a dresser, forcing him to stop. "I love him very much, and I don't want you spreading tales that will make him unhappy." "This isn't a tale." Rose placed a hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes. "Please don't tell him, John." "So you can cuckold him with his best friend's son? He deserves to know the truth." Percy tilted his drink in John's direction from across the room. "If you told him, you'd be signing the death warrant of his business. He couldn't remain in a partnership with my father. The business would fold." John's stubborn expression crumbled into a child's need to fix the problem. "Just promise you won't do it again." "I can't promise." Rose trailed her fingers over his chest, and twirled the small hairs showing at the open throat of his robe. "But you have a hold over me, now, John. You can have me, too, and make sure I have no need of anyone who might cause a problem." The rise below the tied belt drew her hand. "Your arousal is obvious. Don't bother to deny it." Percy chuckled. "He's got a naked woman standing two inches away. Of course he's hard." "I don't need to gratify every lustful thought I have." "But you haven't moved." Rose tugged at the belt. "And I'm not strong enough to keep you from the door." "I don't want to leave you alone with Percival." Rose opened John's robe and circled her fingers around a good-sized prick. "Of course." Slowly, she went to her knees. His cock stood at right angles to his body. Rose covered the head with her mouth. "Stop it." John's voice sounded strained and weak. Rose slid her lips up the shaft. The head bumped against the back of her throat. "Swallow him whole," Percy said, and she heard the creak of the bed. Dark swirls of hair fell to the sides of her face. She opened her throat and slid her lips forward until they nestled in her stepson's pubic hair. A strangled gasp sounded above her head. Rose curled her fingers into the skin of John's ass, scratching with long nails as she drew her mouth back. Leaving her lips in contact with the smooth head, she looked upward. His eyes had closed and his head rolled back on his shoulders. She had him. Completely. - - - John jerked forward. The head of his prick slid between soft lips and sharp teeth. God, she knew what she was doing. He couldn't blame Percy. The woman had a mouth made for this. If she'd done this to his father, no wonder the old man couldn't last. What in God's Sacred Name am I doing? He opened his eyes and began to pull away. Percy stretched full length on the bed, stroking a forming erection. "Do something besides jack off, Percy." Rose's voice hissed hot air by John's cock, then her tongue swirled around it again. Percy stood. Soft blond hairs gleamed on his chest and groin. He grinned and approached to kneel behind Rose. "Stop it." John remained locked in Rose's mouth, unable to protest with more determination. Percy lifted her hips. A swift shove pushed her lips to the root of John's swollen prick. Holding John's gaze, Percy pulled back, then shoved forward again. Rose's mouth moved in rhythm. Small sounds bubbled around John's cock. Her hand buried itself between her legs and the other balanced her on the floor. The flesh of her ass jiggled with each forward motion of Percy's body. John grasped her hair, giving in to the increasing lechery of the scene, and lunged in quickening cadence. "That's it, Johnny. She likes it rough." John's testicles pulled closer to his body. He shoved against the back of Rose's throat. He came. Rose swallowed. The shining head of Percy's cock appeared, sliding against the cleft of her ass. It shot a load of spunk, which landed on the small of her back. The second shot trailed over her ass, and the third drooled into the crevasse. - - - Rose slipped back into Edward's bed, relieved to hear him snore. Everything was fine now. She had two men living with her and one more whenever occasion warranted. The village of Blackwood, too, contained many men. She could have them all. A line of men, each waiting a turn, and Rose could finally fuck until she could fuck no more. To be continued... Candledim Ch. 03 Warning -- Some scenes may be disturbing. June 12th, 2004 Jamie looked down at Kelly's waiting body. Beside her, Robert reclined on scented pillows. Rose approached Robert, took his thin cock in her hand, and bent to lick at it. Robert grinned and patted Kelly's cunt. "Come on, boy. I haven't got all night." "Call the lawyer first." Kelly's eyes gleamed with gratitude, although she remained silent. "No. Fuck her first." Jamie handed Robert a cell phone he'd retrieved from his jeans pocket. "Call now, or I'll walk out that door." "Then Evan inherits and you can go to the devil." But he took the phone. "Call him, Bob. Now." "Put your prick in her." Rose continued to tease the head of Robert's dick. The cell phone remained in his hand, unused and seemingly forgotten. "No." "Do it," Kelly said as if the words tasted bad. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling as if the last hope of mankind had disappeared through the nicotine stained paint. "It doesn't matter, Jamie. He always gets what he wants." "Someone should stand up to the son of a bitch." Jamie gestured to the cell phone. "Call, old man." Robert touched Rose's shoulder. "Take care of Kelly." Rose gave Robert's cock one last lick, then crawled sinuously over him to kneel between Kelly's legs. "Jesus, Bob, haven't you hurt her enough?" Jamie retreated to the doorway, which wasn't far enough away. "Just let her go." Robert ignored him. He stroked Kelly's thigh with gentle fingers. Rose leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue through Kelly's cunt lips. Kelly closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Robert's voice took on the tone of a lover. "Come for Rosie, darling." "I can't." "Kelly, you loved me once," Robert said. "Stop crying now, and think about how good her tongue feels in your oversized cunt. Evan will enjoy the pleasures of home ownership if you remain such a frigid bitch." For once, Kelly rallied instead of crumbled. She opened her eyes. "I did love you. But you stole my son, and destroyed him. You took everything but my life, and laughed at me. I hate you now. And I hate my son." Tears trickled from large eyes down her chubby cheeks. They pooled in the crease of her neck. "You don't have any intention of leaving Candledim to Jamie. You want my son to destroy anything I have left. Why do you hate me so much?" "I do love you. You were everything to me your mother wasn't. I'm sorry if it seemed so bad. I loved your son, too, as if he was my own. I tried to help him the best I could, but he's too stubborn." Robert smiled. "He's too much like his mother. He fights against everything he thinks is wrong, and sometimes he gets hurt." "Stop this." Tears continued to stream from Kelly's eyes. "If you care about any of us, stop it now. It isn't too late." "Just let me see you come one more time, then I can die. Please, Kelly, Sweetheart. You used to smile and tease me. You used to love me." His voice sounded so sad. Rose increased the motion of her tongue, now using her lips to suckle Kelly's clitoris. Her ass stuck out, drawing Jamie like a magnet. He fought the urge, but his feet moved toward the bed. Kelly's hips moved slightly. Robert's cock stirred and he put a hand on it. "That's it, Kelly, my little girl. Forgive me by coming for me. Forgive all the hurt I've caused you. I love you, and I'm sorry." Jamie forced his feet to remain planted on the carpet. Kelly must have waited for Robert's apology through her entire life. Jamie remembered her as a young girl. She'd been so vibrant, so intense. No one could handle her but Robert. No one wanted to try to deal with an emotional, overly talkative girl. She'd been too much trouble. "I was angry when you left, and I did some unforgivable things," Robert went on, stroking slowly. "But I took Evan because I wanted a son, not because I wanted to hurt you. I wanted your son, because I loved you." Was it true? Jamie stared at the old man's face, doing his best to ignore Rose's jutting posterior. "I had to leave," Kelly whispered. "I felt so guilty, and everyone said I was wrong to love you." Her voice almost disappeared in the sounds of Rose's slurping and Robert's wheezing breath. "And no one believed me when I told what happened." They hadn't believed her. The rest of the family accused her of making it up to get attention. They'd gone so far as to put her in the psych ward up at Rose Mercy, and the doctor, a friend of Robert's, verified that she was schizophrenic. She wasn't, but the label stuck, so no one, not even the county social workers, believed her. "I forgive you for leaving me before I could make it right." Robert leaned and kissed her arm, straightening to arch his cock into his hand again. "Can you forgive me for my anger?" Jamie felt like hitting the old man. He was lying, and Jamie thought Kelly knew it, somewhere deep where her self-hatred lived. But even after all these years, she still wanted to believe Robert loved her. Robert's voice cajoled. "Come for me." "But Evan, and Candledim…" Kelly was already lost, moving to the rhythm of Rose's mouth, but she gave common sense one last try. "Jamie will inherit." Robert smiled again. "Don't worry, Kelly. Just let yourself go." Warning bells went off in Jamie's head, but Kelly closed her eyes. Rose's head lifted and she pushed two fingers into Kelly. Her thumb circled Kelly's clit. "Fuck me from behind, Jamie," Rose whispered in the most sensual tone Jamie had ever heard. Rose's eyes were intimate, pulling at the strings of Jamie's lust. He crawled onto the bed. Rose leaned over, presenting her ass. Jamie thrust inside, amazed again at the tight wetness of Rose's cunt. Kelly mewed. Rose had her clit pinched between two fingers, and stroked it like a tiny penis. "That's it, Kelly. Come for me." Robert's voice sounded dim and far away. Jamie closed his eyes. He'd lost to Rose, not Robert. Black light, shot through with red streaks of passion, played in front of his eyes. His body responded only to Rose, and he forgot where he was, who was with him. Sweat dribbled down his ribs. His lower belly slapped against Rose's jiggling ass. His hands curled into her hips, tugging her back and forth in time to his thrusts. Sounds intruded, and he dimly thought the soft mewling belonged to Kelly. Harsh lust bubbled and burned, and he shot his load in quick, wrenching contortions. Jamie sat down on his haunches. His breathing eased before he opened his eyes again. Kelly's face had disappeared under Robert's kiss. Rose's tongue lashed Kelly's clitoris, and her fingers thrust in and out of her wide open cunt. Robert's hand pinched Kelly's breast. Jamie felt sick to his stomach. Kelly arched her body upward, and Robert pulled away. Her lips, shining wet with Robert's saliva, opened in a silent, round exclamation. Jamie could see the quivering in her belly that announced her orgasm. Robert's voice intruded. "Come on, Rosie, get on top of me." Rose climbed over Kelly's legs and settled on Robert's waving erection. Turning her head, she grinned at Jamie. Robert's attention focused on Kelly as Rose slowly moved up and down. "You caused me a lot of trouble, you big-mouthed bitch. I know what you did, and who you told. I had to resort to murder to keep my good name. And money? You cost more than you're worth, you refugee from a trailer park. Your son is a half-breed dog, and he'll die like one." Tears pooled in Kelly's eyes, and she climbed off the bed. She gathered her clothing and left the room. Rose began to pump Robert's cock without mercy. Her body slammed down, and both of them grinned at Jamie. Sick to his stomach, Jamie grabbed his jeans and ran out the door. He vomited against the wall, heaving with emotion. - - - The cool air of night bathed Jamie's sweaty face, and he lowered himself to sit on the porch steps of Candledim. He put an arm over Kelly's shoulders. Recovered from his bout with his stomach, he'd decided his own emotions didn't matter at all. Kelly was about to face her worst fear -- her son would have both money and power in his young, monstrous hands. Evan would destroy everything Robert left intact. "We'll fight the will, Kelly. At least it'll be tied up in probate for a while. Maybe, without Robert's influence, he'll straighten up." "He isn't dead yet. He'll never die, Jamie. He'll never leave us alone." Her shoulders shook with weeping, but her voice sounded clear. That hadn't occurred to him. Could this have been another of Robert's sick games? He didn't seem that ill, but the doctor seemed certain he was close to the end. Adrenaline almost pulled him upward, but he forced himself to remain seated. "If he doesn't die soon, I'll do it for him." He meant it. Enough was enough. Robert had destroyed more than Kelly's childhood. He'd destroyed an entire family. "No," Kelly said, and still she wept. "I want to kill him. It doesn't matter if I go to jail. I don't have anyone who loves me. You have Aria." The thought of Kelly in jail for murdering Robert made Jamie shudder. "Aria doesn't love me. She just wants to fix me. Put it out of your mind, Kelly. We'll do something else if he doesn't go soon." Together, they stared into the starlit night, waiting. A soft whisper in the wind felt like relief. Jamie patted Kelly's shoulder. "I'll check on him. Stay here." Far down, he'd expected Robert to die. Certainty flooded him with anxiousness, restlessness, and a need to finish the night. He climbed the stairs with a mixture of dread and fascination, knowing Rose would be waiting, whether Robert was dead or not. The door remained open, and the puddle of vomit curdled against the opposite wall. Jamie hitched once from the smell, then peered into the door. Rose stood, naked and smiling, beside the bed. Robert's cock gleamed with moisture, shriveled on his wasted thigh. He still wore his grin, pompous and smug. But his eyes had fixed on the ceiling, lifeless. --- To be continued…