Then, suddenly, evening had fallen on the day before the attic would be stripped and painted. Dennis was lying in bed thinking of his time there, all the pain had gone out of the memory for him, and he was reasonably sure it was no different for Agnes.
'Shall we make love in the attic one last time, Agnes?' he asked.
She stroked him with some heat, they'd had some wild times over there the last few weeks, and replied, 'Sure, I'd like that. I'm almost sorry it has to go, it's as if you find a whole new you up there lately.'
'I do, each time. But that doesn't mean he'll be gone when the attic is back to its proper function. Let's bring a lamp, take one last good look at the place as well.'
The trip up the stairs no longer gave either of them anxiety, and the bed was so comfortable.
'You really did an outstanding job on the décor, Agnes,' Dennis remarked, 'I never saw it this clearly, it's beautiful. Still, it needs to go.'
Poor Agnes did have a little setback, seeing the difference a lamp made to the space.
'It wouldn't have changed anything, my love,' Dennis observed, 'it might even have ended differently, and I'm very happy now. Better turn down the lamp a
bit, make it nice and cosy, then come into my arms.'
Which Agnes did quickly enough, and as they were lying side by side, stroking and kissing, footsteps could be heard on the stairs. They both sat up in surprise while the steps came closer and closer, and voices sounded.
'There's a light in here, we're not the only ones wanting to say our farewells, Patrick.'
'Shouldn't we return to our own room then, Guy?'
'Maybe, but this is our last chance.'
Before Dennis could call out to invite them up, Guy's slender shape stepped into the light of the lamp, totally naked. Such a gorgeous man, and talented, too. Was his preference for men the price he had to pay for all those assets?
Dennis realized how ludicrous that thought was: Guy didn't mind preferring men, he was happy with Patrick. It was the way the rest of the world denied their right to be together that made their love a problem.
Soon Patrick joined him, as devastatingly handsome and though maybe not quite as devastatingly intelligent, at least as competent as Guy, though a little insecure over their reception. Agnes said gently, 'We had the same idea, boys.
Won't you join us? The bed is large enough for four.'
And it was, there was ample space to snuggle and kiss. Patrick was eager to hold Dennis, but he didn't seem at all excited about touching him, which had not happened before. Suddenly Dennis understood. Seeing him here must stir all kinds of bad memories, they had all visited the attic regularly, made love in this very bed, but Patrick had always been with Guy, not with Dennis. Or with Agnes.
'Do you want to talk about it, Patrick?' Dennis asked softly, while gently kissing his friend all over his chest and neck. Patrick took a long, hard look at the man caressing him, swallowed hugely and said, 'Not now. Maybe some other time. Now we're going to relish our last hour in this attic, before it gets turned back into what it should be. Where will we find old stuff to put in it?'
Their laughter broke a slightly tense moment, and from then on they were all over each other, kissing, licking, sucking, stroking. Before anyone got around to serious lovemaking there was a sound from downstairs and a heavy tread could be heard on the stairs. As if by some agreement they were totally quiet, instantly, waiting who was coming though there was not much choice left.
'There's a light, Maria. I guess we're not the only ones wanting to be here one last time. Do you think we should turn back?'
'I don't, Dick. I think it's very fitting to say goodbye together. If we're not
wanted we'll turn around and go back to our own room.'
Oh, Maria was wanted here, no doubt about it. Dennis couldn't wait to get his hands on her once more, and all the others seemed as eager. Well, maybe not Patrick, but he'd heard so much about Dick's endowments he had to be curious at the very least. Agnes of course was very fond of those, too, but when she invited the newcomers over she seemed more interested in Maria than anyone else.
'Won't you join us, Maria and Dick? There is plenty of space left in the bed.'
Dick had no hesitation at all, he went straight for Guy and Patrick, Dennis had noticed before he seemed to have a real interest in exploring how to love men. He did throw a look back at Maria but she encouraged him, she seemed to have other plans involving Dennis, but also Agnes. Dropping her dressing gown she sat right between them, in the space Agnes had made for her, where she was soon enjoying two sets of hands on her luscious body. Age really had no impact on Maria yet, she was fast approaching thirty but she looked more Dennis' age. Her creamy skin was a joy to stroke, Dennis indulged himself shamelessly fondling her breasts, her belly, not showing any signs of her pregnancy yet, her voluptuous thighs. Agnes did no less, as far as Dennis knew she had never touched a woman like this, but the certainly enjoyed it now.
Maria was stroking both of them with heat now, and she wanted to kiss, offering her lips to Agnes, who readily gave her what she wanted. When they were through, Dennis got a heated kiss, too, and after that he sneaked a look at the men occupying the other side of the bed. It looked like Dick was getting a very thorough education on pleasing men, by having it demonstrated on his own huge member. He was just short of begging for mercy, it appeared.
It was decidedly disconcerting to be stroked and kissed by the woman who ruled this entire household, who in Maria's opinion had sometimes abused that power, but still it was pretty hot. Or maybe it was hot because Mrs Beauchamp had such power over her household. She clearly had a lot of experience loving and it showed, her touch was gentle and determined, and she knew every sensitive spot on a woman's body. Of course. Maria would have been shy but for Dennis' presence, he loved this woman more than anyone and Maria trusted him unquestioningly. And she was nice, a very good kisser, and apparently not used to making love to women since she asked Dennis to show her what to do.
Maria checked on Dick for a second, and while she felt her face flush at what Guy and Patrick were doing with him, she could feel a tentative touch on her pussy, it was Mrs Beauchamp trying what Dennis had pointed out to her. The touch soon became more resolute, she knew what was good from her own experience after all, and then Maria was almost overcome with the experience, two sets of hands and two tongues stimulating all sorts of sensitive places. But now she wanted to do something herself, not just lie there and let others have the fun. So she very slowly turned around until she could reach Mrs Beauchamp, the much slighter lady climbing on top of her but allowing Maria access to her own pussy, and Dennis joined her to show her the same things he had shown his beloved. It was indeed easy, finding the good spots while feeling the effect herself, and it was very exciting as well, the feel of a woman and the smell, the weight of her on Maria's chest. Mrs Beauchamp was incredibly slim and very muscled, but still much softer to the touch than either of the two men she had been with. Dennis was stroking both of them eagerly, he seemed pleased to just watch them and touch them, sucking a breast here and fondling a thigh there. Then Patrick turned up and wanted to be held by Dennis, the latter taking the beautiful man in his arms, kissing lustily, now stroking the slim male body instead of the two ladies.
And Maria felt a touch on her thigh from the other side, it was Guy, just as perfect as Patrick and very eager to get his hands on Maria.
Dennis was wondering whether he could give Patrick a little more this time, he was sure his friend wanted that very much and this was indeed the last time they would be able to make love up here. But Patrick's looks denied his brave remarks a few moments ago, he did not seem eager to make love at all, he seemed affected still and in need of some serious cuddling. His gaze at Dennis was almost disconcerting, so intense, so filled with love and outright adulation. To deny that last feeling, which was Dennis' first impulse, would be absurd, Dennis owed Patrick more than anyone in this household, for his support, and his car
e, and his love. If Patrick wanted Dennis to be his master, his master he would be.
Instead of kissing him with heat, Dennis merely held his friend and kissed him with love, not greedily but tenderly, and it was the right thing to do.
Patrick settled against him and said, 'Though I suppose we've said everything there is to be said, I think I do want to take some time to just be with you, right here where it all happened.'
Dennis checked how Agnes was doing, and she was totally absorbed by Guy
and Maria, the former of whom managed quite well with two ladies to please.
Dick was sitting on the bed, involved with neither party, looking wistfully at Patrick and Dennis rather than at his wife and his mistress playing with gorgeous Guy.
It felt right for the three of them to be together on the last evening of the attic's existence, Patrick and Dick had been his advocates and life-savers during his time here and he loved both of them a lot more and a little differently than like mere brothers. He did not speak, but merely held out an arm to Dick, who snuggled against him in a mirror image of Patrick, though a considerably larger one.
'You know the two of you saved my sanity, don't you? Without you, I don't think I would have survived with my mind intact. Not just the attic, the army, too. Meeting my comrades again I realized how close I was to losing myself altogether. It was your love and your selfless attention that gave me hope. I love you so much, I hope we will always stay together.'
Patrick was the first to find his voice, and words to express his feelings.
'Wild horses couldn't drag me away from you, Dennis. I loved you from the first, but just look at you now! From a shade of a man to the true master of this household.'
Why did they insist on placing him above them? Better not let Agnes hear it.
But Patrick laughed merrily.
'Always good for a few smiles, praising you and watching your face fall. I don't mean the master above our beloved mistress, I mean a worthy partner to her, to share the burden of her responsibilities. She has changed, too, I think she is who she was meant to be, confident of her qualities and her rank. You gave her that. And don't worry, I'll still call you Dennis to your face, and save the master for when you become too bossy.'
Dick was nodding fervently, it was as if he had understood all that.
'And for other people. Towards them I will call you my master and be proud to do so. And then when we're together I'll call you Dennis, and maybe we can make love with our ladies sometimes, all together I mean. They seem to like each other pretty well. I hope we can stay if Maria likes the mistress, I don't want to live anywhere else.'
Agnes was thinking something similar, it seemed Maria quite liked her and might be convinced to stay, despite her obvious craving for independence.
Agnes thought she had made it clear to the younger woman that she was very welcome and not expected to show Agnes as much deference as the men still
did. Maria had not been raised a servant, she only deferred to people she truly respected, and while Agnes hoped she had won some respect from Maria she preferred to be seen as a friend by the only other woman in the house.
It was difficult to think deeply when being stroked and kissed and licked by two of the most beautiful people she had ever seen, and Agnes soon gave herself up to their attentions, finding a way to reciprocate, finally getting her chance at Guy's immaculate cock. It tasted as good as the rest of him, and he seemed totally overcome by his adored Mrs Beauchamp stroking his butt cheeks while sucking it with intense pleasure.
'Oh, Agnes, really, I can't... you're my mistress, you shouldn't...'
Nonsense, she would have sucked his dick even when she was still deadly afraid to be ruled by a man, if only he had allowed her to. He hadn't allowed her his dick, which meant he had been in control all the time, at least over his own body. Feeling a faint sting of guilt, she took a moment to look at Dennis, but she couldn't see him because he was hidden behind Dick's huge shape.
They did not seem to be making love in any way, but they were very intimate. Patrick, Dennis and Dick, they had been very close in this very place, and now they were enjoying a the attic's last moments together.
But Agnes wanted to be with them, too, and when Guy started giving off signals of wanting to be more active, or maybe he felt a climax nearing when he was not yet done, she released his dick and sat up to really look at the three men beside her. Guy instantly discerned Agnes' distraction and followed her gaze. Maria soon followed.
Quite naturally, Dick made way for Agnes to lie beside the love of her life, then snuggled against her instead. On his other side, Maria divided her attention between her loving husband and beautiful Guy, who was still lazily indulging himself in her lush body but absently, he had plenty of attention for the others. Soon, they were all together, a close-knit group overcoming differences in rank and upbringing to share love. They would stay together, Agnes was suddenly convinced, Maria loved being among people who wanted Dick for himself, not just for his reputation of being a hero. Their children would grow up together, with their parents but also with the two people who had given their all to first save Agnes, then Dick, and last of all Dennis, whom they had protected from Agnes' misplaced feelings of inferiority. Guy and Patrick were guarding them even now, one on each side, keeping them together, trusting to their own solid bond to help others.
Their best time was still ahead, Agnes thought, snuggled against the warm
body of her soon-to-be husband, for all of them.
The end
Document Outline
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
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