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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any
other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission
of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a review or
posted to free-access archive sights.
Copyright 1998 by EzRiter.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned thirty
plus chapters. Please give me your comments.
MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 5
Hide 'N Seek and Other Games
After we arrived at Uncle Bert's house, Andy played back his message
perfectly. I decided to take his advise and have Andy program me with
the last remaining hypnotic drug potion in existence, just as Uncle
Bert had suggested I do.
I said, "Andy, please teach me Yiddish."
"What are you talking about?" she said.
"Good," I thought. I had intentionally misstated the command wording
Uncle Bert gave me. She had no idea what I was talking about.
"Andy, please help me learn Yiddish." Her eyes blanked. She started
out the door with me following close behind.
Uncle Bert's house was on fifty acres of land with the house Andy and
Mary lived in on an acre carved out of Uncle Bert's and relatively
nearby. Like a bloodhound on the scent, Andy went to an old tree I
would never have noticed. She carefully pulled back some bark to
reveal a hole. From the hole, she plucked a vial. She led me back to
my house, pushed me in a chair and went to the kitchen. She came back
in a minute with a soda.
"Drink," she commanded. I pushed the button on my digital watch to
start the stop watch portion. "Drink," she said again. I looked at
her blank expression as I drank. Then, she said, "OK. I am finished."
I pushed my stop watch again. Five minutes had elapsed. "No way!" I
thought, but it showed five minutes. Obviously, the recipient of the
drug felt no ill effects or had no knowledge of taking it. Only the
passage of time when the suggestions were implanted would let the
person know they had been unconscious.
"Did you do it, Andy?"
"Do what?" she asked. Of course, she had no recollection of the
incident at all. There was only one sure way to test if I had been
programmed as Uncle Bert suggested. Since the programming improved
certain mental capabilities and gave me sexual control, I needed to
try one of them out to see if I was programmed.
"Andy?"
"Yes, Davy?"
"Let's go fuck!"
"Fabulous idea!" she exclaimed heading for the bedroom.
I know I have said this before, but, believe me, it is worth saying
again. Andy looked like every man's idea of a sex goddess. Just
looking at her, naked, that sexy grin on her face, made me quiver like
a wet dog. After I undressed and lay down, she rolled on top of me.
I would have expected a programmed woman to be like a robot,
emotionless, mechanical. But, her beautiful, blue eyes were alive
with mischief and desire as she lay on top of me. We kissed for a
while. I could not get over either the magnificence of her body or the
positive attitude.
"Sixty-nine." I whispered in her ear. Quick as a flash, her pussy was
in my face and her warm mouth engulfed me. What a sweet, good
smelling and tasting, devine, wetness engulfed my hungry mouth. And,
she labored eagerly at my cock.
"Sweetheart. Is something wrong?" she asked with a worried tone. I
was not hard. Yesterday, she smiled at me and I was hard. Now, after
her mouth was on my cock for five minutes, I was still soft.
Immediately, I was worried something had gone wrong with my
programming. I thought about what Uncle Bert, through Andy, had said.
It depended on where you put the comma.
I thought, "Get hard!"
"Wow! That is nice," she mumbled as she sucked me in again. Yes, it
was nice. Nice and hard.
I could feel Andy's perfect, shapely legs around my head start to
tense and relax, then tense. I knew she was near orgasm. I hit her
clit with my tongue like a machine gun. She began to whimper around
the cock in her mouth. I felt cool air as she pulled her mouth away.
She screamed, "YOU PUSSY EATING, MOTHER FUCKING, BIG COCKED STUD! JAM
YOUR TONGUE IN MY SWOLLEN TWAT, YOU SONOFABITCH. OH, SWEET JESUS, LET
ME HAVE IT!!!"
I had forgotten to program Andy not to scream as she orgasmed. It was
too late now. She could only be programmed if my cock was in her. My
tongue was not good enough. She slammed her ass back into my face,
driving the tip of my nose into her back hole and almost breaking my
jaw as she ground her pussy into my mouth.
"SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! I'M CUMMMMMINGGGGG!!!"
She rocked back and forth. She collapsed inertly as I struggled to
lift her ass off my face so I could breathe. I could hear the news
break now.
"Channel two has learned David Wilson, the rich, young heir, was
suffocated while eating his girlfriend's pussy, unable to breathe
because his nose was up her ass hole. Film at eleven."
When she revived, she said, "Your turn!"
"No. I want to wait."
"You are just like your uncle. He would last all day and night but
when he did cum, it was a load. OK. Your decision." She turned around
and slipped me into her wet slew. Andy fucked me until she collapsed.
She was on her back, totally covered in sweat, gasping for air. Her
face was flushed; her pussy and thighs were covered in her own juices.
Her eyes were wild. She started to cry, sobbing hysterically.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't make you happy. I don't love you like you want."
"No, Andy. It was all fabulous."
"Why didn't you orgasm? Even your uncle orgasmed although many of them
were dry. Why don't you?"
"Because I am an idiot," I thought. I slipped into her again. She
used every last bit of physical energy she had to make it great for
me. I ordered myself to orgasm without ejaculation.
"Oh, yes, Davy. You did cum. That makes me so happy," she whispered
before she fell asleep.
I walked around with a hard-on for ten minutes before I remembered to
think, "soft." So, I tried it. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. It did not
work that way. The physical limitations of blood flow applied. It took
a little time. I dressed and walked next door to see Mary. She was
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. The house was warm from her furnace.
As we talked, I watched the rise and fall of her ample and still high
and firm breasts, the movement of her ass.
Suddenly, she looked at me with a funny smile and stripped off all of
her clothes, standing unashamedly before me.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"You were undressing me with your eyes. I thought I would save you the
trouble. Say when you want to get laid," she said with a grin.
"When," I answered.
Like a Rolls. Smooth. Elegant. Comfortable but with amazing pickup and
speed. Very enjoyable indeed. Again, I did not ejaculate. I did fall
asleep in her arms. When I awakened, it was Andy with me, which made
me wonder if I had lost my mind.
"Come on you two. Dinner," Mary called. I ate like a horse.
As we sat before a roaring fire that night, my balls started to hurt.
I mean, it was a case of the blue balls like I had never had.
"Problem, sweetheart?" Andy asked. Her devilish grin told me she knew
what the problem was. Mary felt my crotch. I thought "hard" and was.
"We use to play a game with your uncle. Would you like to play?"
"Of course," I said hoping she did not mean Monopoly. In the bedroom,
we all three stripped. Then, Mary brought out a box. She got out
restraints and started tying me to the bed. I tried to raise up but
Andy sat on me, shoving her pussy in my face. It was so sweet I just
fell back and enjoyed it. Mary had me spread eagled in no time.
"Now, the game. If you are like your uncle, you can control your
orgasms. The game is for us to constantly sexually stimulate you as
you hold back until the last spilt second before the pain in your
balls and your sexual desires make you go mad."
"This is not a game. It is masochism," I said.
"He seemed to enjoy it," Mary replied. "His record was three hours,
fourteen minutes and eleven seconds."
Andy interjected, "Let us know before you cum so we can swallow. OK?"
I nodded. Mary set a timer beside the bed, turned it and said, "go."
I lasted eight minutes and four seconds. I screamed like I had been
shot. Andy's mouth was a Kirby, sucking me more than I could ever
remember having. It felt like my guts and soul were flowing out of my
cock into her mouth. Mary massaged my balls as I blew my load, pulling
on the sac, making sure it all came out.
The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness was Andy saying,
"Isn't he wonderful, mama."
I felt a warm hand on my cheek, breath on my neck.
"Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up," Andy said softy in my ear.
"Go away, Leave me alone!" She left. I heard her crying and a door
slam. Mary came charging into the room.
"David! David!" I sat up.
"What's wrong?"
"Andy has left. You told her to go away." Oh migod! I charged naked
into the cold morning air. She was sitting in her car sobbing. When
she saw me, she started the engine.
"Andy. Turn off that engine and come here!" I yelled.
She immediately did as I knew she would since she was programmed to
obey. I held and comforted her, trying to heal the hurt I caused.
Uncle Bert was right. She was very vulnerable to words from me. I had
to be very careful. I also had to get warm. Suddenly, I was freezing.
We went inside. Andy got in bed with me, jamming every inch of
available flesh against mine. That warmed me right up.
To be continued. . . .
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