MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 14 (MF++, fun)
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. . . .
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