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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 E. Z. Riter.
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 14
A Quiet Day
We were in Aspen with Christmas less than two weeks away. It was the
first time I had been in the Aspen house since I inherited it from
Uncle Bert except for the brief time I spent looking for the love
letters. Remember, the nun in Santa Fe told me about them. Those
letters were a clue to the formula that was my treasure hunt.
Wanting to get Andy and Lisa out of the way so I could be alone with
Mary, I sent them to Vail to retrieve some things from my house there.
While they were gone, Mary had given me another message from Uncle
Bert about the programming. It was an confounding message, leaving
more questions than it answered, particularly as to Mary's use of her
free will in conjunction with her programming.
Going into a trance drains my kittens. After giving me the message,
Mary had taken her post trance nap. An hour or so later, I was
sitting in my easy chair thinking about the programming when I heard
soft footsteps behind me. Her hands were on my shoulders, then slipped
to cover my eyes.
"Guess who it is and win the fucking of a lifetime," she whispered in
my ear.
"Joan of Arc?"
"Close enough," she murmured as she sat across my lap. She was naked
which is a treat in and of itself. She put her arms around my neck.
I could see the warm, loving smile in her eyes before she kissed me.
Have I said enough about kissing, about touching, feeling, caressing,
tantalizing, cuddling, fondling, embracing? Probably not. It is hard
(no pun intended) to say too much about the feelings a man and woman
get from the loving fellowship of libidos. Mary was a wonderful,
delicious woman, soft where she should be soft, but with a thick torso
from years of physical exercise, a strength surprisingly great yet
feminine, a feel devine. I was enjoying just enjoying her, with no
time requirement. Her hands were gentle as she began to unbutton my
shirt, never letting her lips leave mine. My hands were roaming over
her, feeling every inch they could. Delightful!
We stood to get my shirt off, continuing to hold each other and kiss
as she unfastened my belt. My hands slipped down her back to cup the
cheeks of her ass. My finger tips slipped in the crack between her
cheeks to pull her to me. She gave me a tiny smile before slipping to
her knees to pull down my boxers. I felt her mouth warm around my
cock. "Let's go to the bedroom," I said.
It had been a month since I had Mary. That was too long. Sometimes
sex is wild, sometimes gentle. So far it has never been boring, as
some have said it is. Today, we were lazy and soft. We fucked and
slept the day away, leaving the bed only when necessary. The
relaxation and stimulation was increditable. We were there when Andy
and Lisa returned. I felt their presence at the door.
"See, Lisa. I knew they were getting rid of us so they could fuck," I
heard Andy say. Andy was only partly right. I really wanted to talk
to Mary more about her programming, but she was so soft, so warm, so .
. . oh, hell, you understand.
Man cannot live by nookie alone. Mary was a superb cook. She was
teaching Andy and Lisa, cooking a marvelous dinner using the shrimp
and crab Andy had bought at the fish market on her way home. After
dinner, we went into the living room where I had built a big fire in
the fireplace.
I plopped down on the layered, animal-skin, rugs Uncle Bert had in
each of his houses. My mother and my sisters were active anti-fur
activists, so, at first, I was horrified by the fur rugs. Uncle Bert
had explained the minks used were ranch mink, raised and sold by
farmers who made their living that way. Those furs were no more
objectionable than the leather in clothes and shoes, or the feathers
in down jackets. And, Uncle Bert was very careful never to buy any
furs from an animal that was not farm raised.
The big rug under me was sheepskins stitched together. The covering
rugs were comforters made of mink. I felt a hand on my leg. It was
Mary, bracing herself as she sat beside me and handed me a glass of
Cabernet. She was naked again. I felt breasts boring into my back
and the heat of a woman. Andy kissed the nape of my neck.
Lisa, naked also, knelt before me. Her eyes were bright and shiny,
with the flickering light of the fire winking off the chrome buckle of
the collar around her neck. Her fingers went to the top button of my
shirt. "May I?" she asked. I nodded yes. Andy massaged the muscles
of my neck as Lisa unbuttoned my shirt.
"Slowly, Lisa. Very slowly."
She smiled shyly, her face telling me she was eager to please. Mary's
hand was rhythmically moving back and forth along my upper thigh as
Lisa leaned to kiss me. I felt Andy's lips on the side of my neck as
Lisa's lips touched mine. We kissed as she continued the slow undoing
of my shirt. Mary took my arm, unbuttoning one sleeve button as Lisa
pulled the shirt from my pants and Andy unbuttoned the other sleeve.
I felt Andy's nails scrape across my shoulders as she eased the shirt
off me.
Mary and Andy gently pushed, guiding me until I lay flat. Four soft,
feminine hands caressed me as Lisa began unbuckling my belt. As I
raised my hips so Lisa could get my jeans off, Mary kissed me, her
hand tugging my hair, and Andy gently suckled my nipple as her nails
traced circles around my navel.
Of course, you know it, but it is worth saying. My cock was standing
at attention. Lisa's hand wrapped around the shaft. Her lips engulfed
the head as Mary whispered in my ear, "Want us to please you?"
"Yes, baby. Make it last all night."
You should really try it sometime. Be totally passive. You can lose
your mind floating in the sensory overload as smells and feels and
touch numb your brain. Let your lover do everything as you remain
inert, a willing vessel to be filled with the desire of your amour.
If you have three amours, all the better.
Hours later, my cock now limp and exhausted, I drifted to sleep,
warmed by three women hot against me under a mink blanket, the
crackling of the dying fire the only sound except for our breathing.
To be continued. . . .
Please! Give me your comments.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
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