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 softly 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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