MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 48 (MC Decision)
Making Up My Mind
When I awakened, Lisa and I were plastered together by the sweat from the heat
of our bodies wrapped in the mink rug. When I unrolled us from the mink, the
cold air hit her. Her nipples got hard and she shivered as goose bumps covered
her.
"Cold," she murmured as she curled into the prenatal position.
I covered her again before going in the bedroom. Mary and Andy were still
asleep. They were so lovely together with beautiful breasts and legs and asses
and faces and long blonde hair. Mary's hand and arm lay across Andy's side
protectively, but otherwise they were not touching.
Mary was on her left side, legs drawn up toward her chest. I lay beside her,
spooning her. She instinctively moved her ass back against me. My cock wormed
his way between her thighs until his head nestled at her entrance. I put a hand
on each hip to spread the flesh of her ass and thighs, letting my shaft worm
through until it was buried in her warm wetness.
Neither of us moved externally, but I felt her pussy gently squeezing then
releasing my cock.
"Good morning," she whispered. "Nice way to wake up."
I gently moved in her, my left arm under her head, my right arm around her
pinning her arm to her side with her breast in my hand as I kneaded it. Gentle
and slow. When I whispered "on your back," she whispered "yes, my love" and
rolled over. What a beautiful, happy, sweet face Mary has. She pulled her legs
up, feet flat on the bed. Her fingers grasped my cock and guided me into her
again. The bed moved as Lisa crawled in beside us on my left. Andy was awake
and watching on my right, her hands still cuffed under her chin, her eyes bright
and shiny.
I love fucking Mary, the hard softness, the demanding surrender, the wet
tightness of her pussy. Today, she seemed unusually needy, her legs tight
around me, arms holding me fiercely. After I felt the second on Mary's orgasms,
I stuffed my cock against her cervix and came deep in her. She held me a long
time before she relaxed and I moved off her.
No doubt all three of my kittens loved the taste of my cum. They all willingly
and frequently took me in their mouths, encouraging me to ejaculate there. And,
if I came in one of them, another would take my cum from her which was
delightful for both of them. This time, Lisa slipped between Mary's splayed
legs, burying her mouth in Mary's pussy to slurp what I had left and she so
desired. After Mary's whispered pleading, Lisa turned around and lowered her
pussy to Mary's mouth to enjoy from her the kind of pleasure she was giving.
They often did that. Never was a drop of cum wasted in my house.
Andy smiled up at me. I lay by her and cupped a breast as she reached to kiss
me, her mouth eager against mine. We lay there loving on each other, listening
to the slurping and moaning next to us.
I slipped my hand down Andy's flat stomach to her shaven pussy. She jerked
involuntarily as my finger slid into her.
"Going to fuck me?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"No. Just tease you a little."
"Bastard," she sighed as her legs opened wider.
I continued to tease and play with Andy. I enjoyed the heat it built in her.
Poor Andy. With her hands bound, she could not play with herself. She would be
horny all day. Or, until I relented.
I relented, letting Andy orgasm from my playing with her. We heard the orgasms
of Lisa and Mary as we lay in each other's arms. Then, I led Lisa into the
bathroom.
"Give me your birth control pills," I commanded.
She launched herself into me, crushing me with a hug and burying me in kisses
before she gave me the pills. I flushed them down the toilet. She watched
wide-eyed as the pills swirled away, then bounced in to tell Andy and Mary of
her joy.
Now, all three of them could get pregnant at any time. As you probably know, a
woman usually does not necessarily get pregnant immediately when she goes off
the pill. Sometimes, it can take a year for her hormones to adjust. But, the
clock was running.
I wondered who would get pregnant first and when, what the children would be
like, what would be the impact on our lives. I tried to picture them with their
bellies bloated with my children.
Why, you may ask, would any man want to live with three pregnant women?
Sometimes, I wondered myself. I remembered my mother's change in disposition
when she was pregnant with Cathy. Having three hormonal women might be a lot,
but it would be fun, too. Having them pregnant together would be a good
comparison of the effect on them.
Partially, it was male pride. I knew I planned to be seen with them in public
when they showed. I liked the idea of other men and women looking at us and
knowing I had three gorgeous females, each with a gold ring on her thumb,
pregnant by me at the same time.
Being pregnant together and giving birth at approximately the same time would
bond them together which was another goal of mine. I planned for all of them to
nurse all the children, building a mother-child bond with each of them with each
child, not just the one they brought into this world. Of course, I planned to
make sure there was plenty of fresh milk for me.
I was not concerned about having someone to fuck while they were in their sexual
inactivity times. I still had all those other kittens to try out.
Except for throwing away Lisa's pills, that was a fairly typical day for us in
early January. The four of us spent a lot of time together, in bed and out. We
skied and fucked, then talked and fucked, and then slept and fucked. It was a
very enjoyable time, a settling time, a bonding time. I did not give much
thought to the formula during this period. Since I had obtained the formula, my
anxiety about it had disappeared.
The thought which dominated every waking moment was how to structure my life.
Basically, it came down to the following options.
Option one would be to live with just these three, with no other women for me
and no other men for them.
Or, I could have these three without other women but let Mary and Lisa have
other men occasionally just for fun.
Or, I could live with these three and have other women on the side, like Uncle
Bert did. Then, there would be two sub options, let Mary and Lisa have other
men or do not let them.
Or, as I had originally planned, I could build a harem, ten to twenty of them
for my use only. I pictured that, with twenty women sitting around in sexy
harem clothes waiting to please me. I must admit it was an intriguing picture.
I even considered, if I did build a harem, having three or four guys programmed
so they would have sex with the kittens when the kittens asked to keep the
kittens happy. Of course, these guys would be programmed to be slaves to the
kittens, which made them slaves to me, too. They would have vasectomies. Still,
it would not be a bad life for them.
I could have restricted the entire harem to me only, but, as I think you know by
now, I really liked these women and I really liked sex. I could program them to
not want sex at all except when I suggested it and then to be wildcats. But, I
wanted them to have fun, too, and I wanted the fun of them being spontaneous.
The idea of twenty women just sitting around waiting to be fucked sounds like a
great fantasy but in reality, it was not for me. It should be clear by now I
was as interested in what was between their ears as what was between their legs.
I mean, I liked their personalities. I liked them.
I had watched as both Mary and Lisa fucked other guys. Seeing Lisa fucking
others was a turn on for me. I knew she enjoyed it so much, both the act itself
and the humiliation of being a slut. But, seeing Mary was not a turn on. It
was not a turn off, just neutral. The thought of anyone else fucking Andy made
my blood boil. I would never share her with another man.
The thought occurred to me that my view was the same as theirs. Andy did not
want to be shared. Mary wanted to be only if it pleased me and I ordered her
to do it. And, Lisa liked the impact on her.
If I did not program them to be asexual unless I wanted them and if I did not
have some back up studs to service them, I did not think I could keep twenty of
them sexually satisfied without wearing my cock down to a nub. Be realistic.
They all wanted sex at least five times a week. Five times twenty is one
hundred. One hundred divided by seven is fourteen and a fraction. Since I
preferred long loving sessions, say a minimum of an hour each, that would be
fourteen hours a day or more. You can get too much of a good thing.
Now, take a minute.
Think about the kittens and all those other women out there. Think about how
good Andy and Mary and Lisa are in bed and how much they love you. Think about
already having three when most men do not have one as sexual and loving as any
of them.
Think about all the others you would find appealing and want to try on for size.
Think about the stars you see on TV or the models in the magazines cavorting in
bikinis on the beach. Remember. All of them would be available to you.
Think about the kittens. If you cared for them as I do, you want would them to
be happy. Of course, you could order them to be happy and they would be happy
because it was an order. Is that kind of happiness as good as the other kind?
Is it good enough?
Let your cock think, too. What would he want? We definitely want him to be
happy.
You girls out there think which you would like to be. Would you like to be one
of a large harem available to only one man? Or, part of a harem that has five
or six male slaves to service you when you wanted, meaning your life is just one
big fuck session? Or, just one of three women, part of a family? Would you
want to have my baby? Or, any baby? Would you want to be shared or kept
exclusive? And, would it be important to you that your man considered what you
wanted? Or, to you want to be told what will happen and be expected to obey
without comment?
It is a complex and interesting dilemma, isn't it?
So, have you decided?
I had.
It was January 12 when I called them all together. Dinner was over and the
kitchen was spotless. All three were wearing the ever present jeans which
looked delightful on all of them. They had on sweaters and shoes, just typical
ski country clothes. When I began to undress, they did the same.
"Kneel," I said. They all complied, knees spread, back slightly arched, hands
on thighs, palms up. The three of them were in a line, knees touching, waiting
for me to speak. In turn, I kissed each one and each gave me a hot, full
tongued delightful kiss.
"I have reached a decision on what I want to do," I said.
All three waited intently and quietly. You could hear a pin drop before I
spoke.
"First, I love each of you very much and I would never want to be without any of
you. The four of us will live together as we have been. I will take other
women when I wish, just as Uncle Bert did. Lisa and Mary, I may occasionally
share you when it makes me happy to do so, but normally it will be just me, and
it will be only me until you are pregnant. Andy, you are only for me."
Well, did you reach the same decision? If not, well, differences are what makes
the world go around.
The kittens apparently liked my decision. All three of them piled on me with
soft murmurings and warm tears and gentle, caressing hands. That led to the
placement of mouths on body parts which led to, oh, you know.
The bright Colorado sun awakened me on January 14 as it poured in through the
open curtains. None of us had been out of the house on the thirteenth. We
cuddled nakedly all day. Come on! I don't need to describe it. You know
enough about us by now. Picture three wonderful, sexy kittens and one very lucky
tom cat in bed all day.
Lisa brought me my coffee in bed while Andy and Mary fixed breakfast.
"What are we going to do today, sweetheart?" Andy asked as we cleaned up
afterward.
"I have an assignment from Uncle Bert. I need to go to Glenwood Springs."
You remember the assignment. Go to the hotel in Glenwood and ask for Jose, the
bellman. Give him five one-hundred dollar bills and he would give me something.
All four of us went, arriving there about ten. What Jose gave me was a heavy
file cabinet which I loaded in the back of the Suburban. It was locked and dust
covered, but when I unlocked it at the Glenwood Springs ranch house, I found it
full of treasure.
Inside the cabinet was all the information about the 3,000 kittens.
Uncle Bert, as I have said, was a very organized man. The cabinet contained a
series of three ring loose leaf binders. Inside the binders, in alphabetical
order, of course, were laminated pages, one woman per page. The front side was
pictures of her. Some of the pictures were clothed, some without clothing. Most
were pictures no more sexy then the ones printed in the tabloids but a few of
them were wild pictures of Uncle Bert fucking them.
The back of the page was a history of her. It contained name, addresses, phone
numbers, even e-mail for the newer additions. It had complete measurements and
the names of husbands or children. It also had her likes and dislikes, her
particular kinks, and comments from Uncle Bert.
Since it had been a while since we had been at the ranch house, it lacked
provisions. We phoned in an order for pizza and set down to go through the
binders.
Talk about interesting reading, to know each of these women had been fucked and
programmed by Uncle Bert and were available to me. Lisa was not there but she
was my kitten and had never belonged to Uncle Bert. Andy and Mary were missing,
too. But, all my female relatives were included, every one of them. Uncle Bert
really had liked Mom and given her some lovely comments. After reading what he
said, I was not particularly interested in pursing any of my aunts and cousins,
with the exception of Edwina, who made Xena look like a wimp.
There were actresses and models, homemakers (I prefer that term to
"housewife"), professional women (legal and illegal professions), kittens of all
types and shapes and colors.
"Look, Davy! Here is Mistress Diana," Andy exclaimed.
She was in there. After reading it, we knew she had been a woman he programmed.
He saw her dominant nature, had her trained and set her up in business. And, he
had sent other kittens to Diana to be trained just as he sent Andy and me.
Eve was there. While her sheet had a publicity closeup of her uniquely
appealing face, the one of Uncle Bert fucking her was more fun to see. All the
other babes were there and stars of other series. I could tell you about a kink
of two in those stars.
I recognized a few women I had seen walking the streets of Vail or Aspen. I saw
some who did not appeal to me. I saw some who made my cock swell.
It was Mary's idea to go through the binders and pick out the ones I should
fuck. Soon, the three of them were on the floor, the binders in disarray before
them as they pulled out the sheets of the "keepers" as they called them. You
might think I should be reaching this decision, but I was not even consulted.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go buy some food and stuff. We will work through
these for you," Andy said as she looked up from the pile.
I learned later their system. All three of them read each sheet. If a kitten
thought it was a "yes," she put the sheet in the "yes" pile. Then, all three
went through the "yes" pile and discussed it. Sounds like a human resources'
department reviewing resumes, doesn't it?
As they prepared dinner, I went through the "triple A" pile, which were the
sheets all three approved of. There was a "double A" pile and a "single A"
pile, too. I quickly scanned some of the rejects. Honestly, my kittens did pick
out the best ones.
What a life, what a life! Three sexy, wonderful, beautiful women, all three of
whom were magnificent in bed and anxious to please me and to have my child,
selecting the best of the rest for me to fuck. If it seems too good to believe,
but, remember, they were programmed that way.
Over dinner, we discussed the keepers. My kittens reasoning and selection
criteria were interesting. This one is a track star and has strong legs. That
one has huge breasts. This one is black or Hispanic or Korean or a red head or
is plump. That one wants her husband to participate. This one wants her
husband to be tied up and watch. That one likes to do it in public. This one
wants to be whipped and fucked up the ass. That one likes to suck a man's cock
while her German Shepard fucks her doggy style (how else would a German Shepard
fuck?). And, so on.
There were 253 of them in the "triple A" pile.
"We want you to start working your way through these kittens as soon as you can,
Davy," Mary said.
"Why?" I asked, somewhat puzzled by their enthusiasm.
Andy took my chin in her hand, guiding my head to look at her.
"Because the more you fuck other women, the more you will realize none of them
equal the three you have at home," she said softly.
To be continued . . .
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