Page 49 of Capuleto

"And why is it so?" I licked her lips and sucked on them with delight.

"Because I love you, I love everything you do to me, I like who I am with you."

"Of course, you love me and you like it." I continued exploring between her legs, feeling the moisture spread on my fingers. Irene writhed with pleasure. "That's it, beautiful. Tell me how R used to make love to you, tell me." She moaned. "Speak, suka."

"He never hurt me. He was a considerate lover. He liked it when I gave him oral, and then he would make love to me from the front."

I removed my erection from her ass and entered her vagina; it was a damn pool.

"Like this?" The redhead made sounds of pleasure.

"Yes, like that. Oh, don’t stop, Yuri, please."

"Keep talking, what else did he do?"

"He really liked to play with my breasts," she said breathlessly, "he said my nipples were beautiful, he would suck them; first gently, then harder."

My tongue mimicked the scene, pulled on them, and suckled.

"Oh, yes, like that, Yuri, that's it, that's it, if you keep going like this, I'm going to come."

I looked at her cynically. I took her chin and slapped her hard. She screamed.

"I'm not R, suka, you'd do well to remember that and be grateful for what you have with me."

"I... I didn't mean to..."

"Of course you didn't, because he despises you, he would never be with a whore like you when he could have a jewel like my sister."

Pain clouded her gaze. I wanted to hurt her because, even though she was just a means to an end, she had attained what I coveted.

I flipped her trembling body over and took her from behind without hesitation, striking her right buttock so forcefully that it turned purple in rhythm with her screams.

I pushed, remembering the image of Romeo. When we both made love together, looking into each other's eyes. I increased the pace, lost in the memory of his muscled body penetrating one of our many lovers, and I climaxed, just as I used to, filling that strange orifice as if it were his.

I exited Irene's body and headed straight for the shower.

I wasn't gay. I never liked men, but R Capuleto had something, something that made me question my sexuality.

I dreamed about him, about what it would be like to caress him, touch him, fuck him, and have him give me a blowjob. My obsession was such that I came to believe I was going mad, that spending so much time by his side had disturbed me. The only thing that kept me sane was that I seemed immune to other men and that I still liked women.

I tried to find a reason for what was happening to me. I searched online and read an article mentioning same-sex relationships among animals.

It stated that when two male dogs mount each other, it is due to a social behavior used to establish hierarchies among them. Dominance and submission relationships served to resolve specific conflicts among the canines.

After reading it, I felt calm. Perhaps that was what was happening to me; my thirst to dominate Romeo was causing me to want to fuck him, to subject him to my will.

I was serene for a few days; however, whenever I saw him shirtless, or fucking at one of the parties we used to attend, the doubt would shake me again.

Such was my unrest that, during one of the biology classes, I asked a professor if this behavior I had read about in dogs could occur among humans.

I did it after a class ended; we were alone, so no one would hear my questions and his answers.

He looked at me suspiciously. He had been around long enough to understand that it was a veiled reflection.

"No, Yuri, that doesn't happen with humans." My horrified expression raised all the alarms. "What's wrong? Are you attracted to a guy? Are you gay? Is that your concern?"

"No!" I exclaimed, scandalized at the possibility.

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