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TO INHERIT A FACTORY
by Spiller.
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been published at ASS in three parts. For the comfort of the reader I
repost it - the three parts brought together.
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If you are too young, too prudish or suffer the ill fate to live in a place
where erotic litterature is not welcomed, please stay offfffffffffff.
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by Spiller. You are welcome to download it and mail it to a good friend,
but it is forbidden to publish it without specific, written permit by
Spiller. -------------------------------------------------
When Arthur Olsen and his beautiful wife were killed in an auto crash,
quite a few people were sad but nobody was surprised. Arthur could best be
described as a 'bon vivant' who had shown great skill and fortune, building
and expanding a margarine factory. He was a very wealthy man. His love
for pretty women and fast cars was well known, so only a few were surprised
that he was killed in a crash. A few days after the funeral his two sons
were called to the family lawyer's office for the reading of the will.
Jonathan, the older of the two, was an efficient businessman, and after his
education was finished, he had worked in the family business. Jonas, the
younger of the two, had inherited his mother's talent for music, and at the
age of 25 he was now an educated but not very well known composer. Apart
from all the legal mumble jumble and the conditions should his wife have
survived him, the will boiled down to: "To my son Jonathan I leave my
factory on the following conditions: 25% of the profits - but never less
than 100.000 dollars a year - shall be given to Jonas, and future changes
in the structure of the business can only be made if the two can agree. To
my son Jonas I leave my Morgan sportscar and my small factory in Italy on
the condition that he maintains it as the social experiment it is. The
present manager, Signora Mandelli, can be reached at Via Regia Mirabile
......" The amount of cash in my different bankaccounts will be about
600.000 dollars which are to be divided equally between the two." As Jonas
and Jonathan had always been good friends, but never really close, they
just accepted what they had been given, although the 'small factory in
Italy' was a bit of a mystery to them. They knew that their father now and
then had gone to Italy to sort out 'things', but he had never revealed the
nature of this business. Three weeks later Jonas packed his favourite
keyboard into the Morgan, and on a bright Saturday morning he drove up in
front of an old building in Via Regia Mirabile. There were many names on
the list inside the front door, but Signora Mandelli's was not there. For
a short moment he was afraid his father had made a joke on him, but when he
asked for Signora Mandelli at the baker's on the corner, he was told that
she had moved out one week ago and that she was now living at 'the
factory'. The kind baker told him to look for the big, red building by the
lake at the end of the road. Jonas braked hard when he caught sight of the
building. It was huge! 4 stories high, close to 60 meters long, built on
the rocks right on the shore with a magnificent view of the lake and the
Alps in the distance. It was meticulously maintained and bore no trace of
industrial activities. The enormous windows towards the lake was the only
evidence of the factory's age and nature. He started the Morgan again and
drove down to the lake. An open gate in the fence allowed him to drive
into the yard in front of the building. Well kept lawns and flowerbeds
bordered the narrow gravel road up to the front door, and as he brought the
Morgan to a halt at the huge front door he could not help himself: He
honked the strong horn of the small car. A minute or two later the door
opened, and two women ran down the stairs and shouted: Hi, Arthur. Oh,
Arthur, you are back? When Jonas pulled off the black leather helmet he
had found in the Morgan, the women looked very disappointed at first, and
with a suspicious stare at him asked: "and who are you then?" "Good
morning, ladies. I'm Arthur's son, and I seem to have inherited this
place. Can you tell me where I can find Signora Mirandelli?" The oldest of
the two, an extremely pretty woman, who looked to be somewhere in her late
thirties (but he always found it difficult to estimate the age of those
Mediterranean women) stepped forward and said: "I'm Signora Mirandelli.
And why are you here and not Arthur?" "My father was killed in an accident
3 weeks ago, and he has left me this factory." She turned round and said
something in Italian to the younger woman, who then disappeared into the
building. When Mirandelli turned back to him he saw the beginning of tears
in her beautiful black eyes. "You must be Jonas, then. Arthur has told us
a lot about you." It was only at that moment that Jonas started to wonder
that they called his father by his first name. "How much has he told you
about this place?" "Not a thing. All I know is, that he went here often,
but he never told any of us about the place. So kindly explain to me what
all this is about." Jonas got out of the powerful little car, and he was in
for another surprise. Mirandelli put her left arm round his shoulder,
kissed him on his cheek and guided him towards the front door. "I'm
terribly sorry about your father. We all loved him very much, but we
didn't know anything about his death. So we are just as anxious to know
better as you are." They had reached the big door, and once inside she
said: "Let's go to my office and have a little talk to clear things out,
and then we'll have to meet all the others." Her small but beautiful office
was on the ground floor with an exquisite view of the lake through the huge
old-fashioned factorywindow. "So you own this factory now? And you don't
know anything about it?" "No. My father's will only said something about a
'social experiment' and that he hoped I'd keep it up as such." "We sure
hope so too!" She looked Jonas into his eyes as if she was probing to find
an answer to that question. "I'd love to, if only I knew what it is all
about." "Well, to tell it the short way: Your very dear father has lent us
this factory. He started out in the traditional way hiring workers and
producing margarine. After a few years he realised that unmarried mothers
were having a very hard time in Italy. That's when he changed everything
and why we all love him so much." Once again Jonas noticed Signora
Mirandelli's eyes getting wet and shiny, and she was having a hard time not
to cry. "You know, signora, it warms my heart to see that you are so sorry
that my father is dead. I loved him very much myself, and I am still in
grief over it. Tell me more about this place - maybe I can put you at ease
as far as the factory's future is concerned." "Well, again to put it
shortly: This factory can only hire unmarried mothers. The buildings were
still Arthur's, but he resigned from taking out any profits from the
production. They were all supposed to be used for the benefit of the
mothers and their children. He built about 25 nice apartments on the top
floor, started a day-care centre on the third floor, and then he left it to
us all to cooperate, elect our own leaders and run the factory as a
commune." "Wow, the old guy always had a streak of a socialist in him, but
when it came to business he was just as tough as any other guy. I'm happy
to hear this." "Today we are all having a wonderful life here. The
production is running smoothly, we have very, very low 'sick days off', the
girls are respected in town, and we all have a fairly high income, though
we spend a lot of money keeping the place up to the standard we all want to
live in." "I noticed that, coming in here. Not much of a factory to look
at." "That's the way we want it. And about once a month Arthur would come
down here to give good advice and to liven up the place." "Yes, you can
tell me that. He was always the one for a good party and a fine woman.
All his life." "Mmmm. That's one of the other reasons we loved him so
much. When he arrived the 'girls' were close to fighting for a chance to be
with him, because he was so much fun and such a wonderful lover." "I am not
sure I can live up to that reputation - I really don't know that side of
his life very well - but I'd sure be willing to give it a try." "And what
about the factory. Would you be willing to give it a try? We all know,
that the buildings are yours, but we hope you are not going to sell them."
"You know, I don't think I will. I'm a composer, not a businessman. I'm
secured a fair income for the next many years. On the other hand this
place could bring me a lot of inspiration for my work. Do you have an
apartment where I can stay when I'm down here?" Mirandelli jumped up and
impulsively dragged him to the windows. "Look down there. That place
looking like a boathouse - with the balcony built so it reaches out over
the lake? That's Arthur's house. Maybe we should call it Jonas' house
from now on?" "Why not uphold the name to keep the memory of him alive?"
"Oohh. That memory will live for a long time anyway." "All right, signora.
Will you be my interpreter? My Italian is almost non existing, but I hope
to learn it quickly. I have an announcement to make. At what time will
you be able to get all the women together so I can make a speech to them?"
"I'm sure I can guess what's going on in the factory right now. Angela has
told the others that Arthur has died, and right now they are probably not
producing any margarine at all. They will be sorry to have lost Arthur and
they'll be scared that they'll loose their good life." "Well, lady. Let's
go and put that fear to death." "You really mean it? You're going to let
us continue?" "Yes, I sure am. Why kill a good thing to make it a factory
like thousands others." Mirandelli turned round. She was one big smile.
She threw her arms round Jonas and kissed him enthusiastically. She made
small quick jumps of joy which made her beautiful breasts jiggle in the
most inticing way. Then she grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the
office. She was almost running out into the hall. There she pressed a
button, and suddenly a loud ringing sounded through the whole building.
"Come. This way." She dragged him to the lift and a minute later they were
on the first floor. They stepped into a brightly coloured factory hall
with all the familiar machines. About 40 young women were gathered there,
and a few were still coming in through various doors. Mirandelli raised
her hand and all talking stopped. She said something in Italian out of
which Jonas could only understand his own name and that of Arthur's. She
turned to him and said: "And now it's your turn. I haven't revealed
anything yet." Jonas braced himself for the unusual situation. He was
definitely not used to make speeches. "Ladies", he started. "I bring you
the sad news, that my father Arthur Olsen has been killed together with my
mother, in a car crash." Mirandelli translated. Jonas studied the faces of
some of the women, and it was clear to him, that they already knew, and
that they were genuinely sorry and a bit scared. "First of all I want to
put you at ease concerning your future: I'm not going to change anything !"
When Mirandelli finished her translation a loud roar of appreciation -
hurrahs, yeeows, thank God's, etc. broke out. The women were hugging each
other, clapping their hands, and a few came up to Jonas to shake his hands.
He raised his hands, and again everything went dead quiet. "I'm going to
stay for a while in Arthur's house so I can get to know you better. I
don't speak any Italian, but I hope a few of you can help me and give me
some lessons. Any of you speak English?" 5 or 6 hands were raised, and
Mirandelli said to him in a low voice: "And I'd love to bee your teacher
too. Unless you think I'm too old, that is." "I couldn't wish for a more
exciting and beautiful teacher. And you're not that much older than I am."
He raised his hands again. "I hope there will be time to arrange for a
dinner party tonight. I want you all to come and to bring your children
too. Let's make this evening a party in the memory of Arthur and in the
hopes we all have for the future." Again a loud roar broke out. The women
were dancing, clapping their hands, waving to him and blowing him kisses
with their fingers. Mirandelli said a few words in Italian, and they all
started getting back to their different workstations. On the way a few of
them made short comments to Mirandelli and smiled suggestively to her.
"What was all that about?" "Well, I told them to get to work and that I'd
get you settled in at Arthur's house. And then I'd need a few of them to
help me set up the party for tonight." "And what were those other
comments?" Mirandelli turned red in her face and said: "Well, actually they
told me not to wear you out. They wanted you to be ready for tonight's
party." Now it was Jonas' turn to get the red cheeks. He was beginning to
get the gist of what his dear father had been doing down here, and to tell
you the truth it was no surprise to him and he sure looked forward to keep
up everything in his spirit. "You can leave your car here, if you want,
but you can also take the backroad which is used by the lorries who pick up
our produce." "Then you'll have to show me. Jump in." She directed him
back to the baker's corner, down another road, and this time they
approached the factory from the other end. Jonas could see a few lorries
loading goods, and then she directed him down another gravel path which led
to Arthur's house. He picked up his keyboard and the suitcase and followed
Mirandelli who had unlocked the front door. Never in his life had Jonas
seen such a beautiful room. The hall was built of shiny and very old, dark
timber and boards, and it opened into a huge single room. The blue light
from the lake was the first you noticed, and then he looked around to
absorb the wonderful furniture which filled the room. Age old antiques and
the most avant-garde Italian designs in steel, glass and slate. In one end
of the room was a small kitchen, and in the other the only door of the
room. Jonas figured it was the bedroom door. He put down his keyboard and
said: "I guess it's the bedroom down there. That's where I put my
suitcase?" "Yes it is." He started going down there, but Mirandelli
intercepted him: "I hope you knew your father well." "Oh, well ... Yes I
think so." "Just so that his bedroom isn't going to surprise you." "Well, I
know that he was always a horny bastard, and his taste for women was fine.
I never understood why my mother put up with his escapades, but apparently
she loved him very much." "Just like we do down here. Then I can let you
in without getting embarrassed." She opened the door and stood aside. The
bedroom was Sybaritic. A huge circular bed took up the centre of the room.
Mirrors were everywhere, even in the ceiling. Pillows, blankets, chairs
and carpets were spread all over, and a few Japanese erotic pictures left
nothing to the imagination. Jonas dropped his suitcase on the bed and
asked: "The bathroom?" "It's right in here." The door opened into a marble
bathroom with 3 showers, a huge whirlpool, benches of different kinds, plus
a door to a toilet plus bidet. "God, I could use a whirlpool right now.
I've been driving all night, and I'm stiff and dirty. Could you kindly
show me how to work that thing?" He pointed to the control panel on the
wall which looked more like an airplane cockpit than the simple pool they
had had in their house in Copenhagen. Mirandelli blushed again and said:
"Well, I could. But you see from the position of that panel, that I'd have
to join you in the bath to reach it. And I feel a little bit apprehensive
about you being 10 or 11 years younger than I am." "Signora Mirandelli,
I...." "Better call me Sarah, she smiled. "You are one very beautiful
woman, Sarah, and I can't tell how I look forward to have a bath with you."
"All right. This whirlpool takes 15 minutes to fill up. Why don't you go
to the terrace, and I'll bring us a couple of drinks while it does." The
sliding doors opened to a terrace built of exquisite dark cedar wood. It
had a magnificent view and at the same time it was very sheltered. Nobody
could watch what was going on there, there was a roof covering half of the
terrace creating shade and shelter at the same time. Once again the
furniture was suggestive of things going on there, only this time a bit
more subtle than in the bedroom. But the chairs, benches, tables of
different sizes were all there. Jonas slumped down in a very comfortable
armchair and waited for Sarah to bring the drinks. When she finally came
out onto the terrace with a little tray in her hands, she had changed her
clothes for an extremely beautiful housecoat made of creamy white silk
which clung to her perfect body. Jonas felt the bloodpressure rising in
his whole body. "My, you ARE a perfect vision." Sarah blushed a little,
made a small movement with her head which made her long, black hair swing
around her head and then settle like a black cat, resting on her shoulder.
"I bring you Arthur's favourite for this time of the day: A dry white wine
with sparkling water. Good for the thirst and not too strong." "I love
that drink too. And I bet you were his favourite `dish'." "I wouldn't say
that, but Arthur was my favourite man." "Come and sit in my lap." Jonas
patted his thighs. "This is still so incredible to me. You have to tell
me a little bit more. For instance I get the impression that daddy bedded
quite a few of you girls, didn't he?" She nodded and smiled. "Now, I want
you to be honest with me. I hope he didn't put any pressure on you, or
that you would have to.... you know, in order to be able to run the
factory your way. I neither would or could take advantage of you or the
other women." "Oh, no, no." She shook her head and smiled. "We were all
very, very fond of Arthur, like I told you before. He was such a kind and
funloving man, and I guess half of the girls were in love with him ! In
Italy, you know, it's not that easy to find a good man who would accept
that his girlfriend or wife had a child with another man. And a lot of the
girls here don't want a boyfriend at all. They are doing fine on their
own, living a sheltered and rich life and they only have to answer to
themselves. The only disadvantage is that at times the supply of hormones
here tend to rise out of proportion. And then Arthur came: Handsome,
funny, horny and wild !" Her smile was genuinely sweet and erotic. "And
now you are curious if I'm the kind of man my father was?" "And I'm not the
only one ! Actually I was asked to seduce you today and report back to the
other girls what kind of a man you are !" With that she raised her glass,
winked at Jonas, and they drank half a glass. She leaned over and placed
her glass on the small table, then she took Jonas' and placed beside it.
Her arms raised and she threw them around his neck. He saw the tips of her
enticing breasts raise with the movement, and then she started kissing him.
She had such a sweet smell and taste. Her lips were soft and shiny, and
while he truly enjoyed her kiss he let his right hand move up to cup that
lovely tit. It was firm and not too big. Jonas could feel her hard nipple
through the thin silk. When he slipped his hand into her housecoat he
could really enjoy the firmness of her tit. Warm, smooth, very firm and
with very big nipples.
Jonas could feel her pulse going up. Then she lowered her arms, pushed
him a little away from her and said with a smile: "I thought we were going
to have a bath, weren't we?" She got up from his lap, pulled at his hand to
get him out of the chair, and at the same time she opened the belt of her
housecoat, letting it fall open to reveal her beautiful lightbrown body.
Small, pert breasts, a flat tight belly and a delicious, trimmed jet-black
bush. In the bathroom she proceeded undressing Jonas, and when he was
stark naked she finally shed her housecoat. Together they immersed in the
swirling water. Jonas relaxed for a short moment with closed eyes. The
long night's driving was coming to him now, but on the other hand the
strong jets of warm water relaxed his muscles and he felt halfway tired and
halfway he lusted for Sarah's beautiful body. "Stand up, Jonas. I want to
soap that lovely, slim body you've got." When he was standing she soaped
his whole body using her hands. Soft and delightful they were, and when
she started washing his cock and balls his cock rose to the occasion and
paid her a compliment she couldn't overlook. "Oh, my. You are certainly
not as strong and broad as your father, but in this department you live up
to my highest expectations. I think your cock is both longer and wider
than your father's." "I can't answer to that, `cause I have never seen his
- at least not in this condition," Jonas said. "But you sure can make it
grow. Now, let me wash you a little so I can feel your beautiful body in
my hands." Of course he paid special attention to her pert breasts and her
trimmed cunt. It was a delight to feel her up with his hands full of soap.
When he had finished washing her he slowly lowered her into his lap with
her back to him, and she elegantly obliged by impaling herself on his
strong and fat cock. He had his arms round her and was cupping her
breasts. When he pinched both her nipples at the same time she let out a
deep sigh. "Oh, this is lovely. My breasts love what you are doing to
them. And my cunt certainly also enjoys to be filled like this." Jonas
stretched out one hand and played with some of the controls on the side of
the whirlpool. A few of them served to change the direction and power of
the jets, and quickly he directed the nearest to hit Sarah right on her
clit. His own balls were bouncing around in the jet, and pretty soon Sarah
was screaming out her first orgasm. The feeling of her vagina spasming
round his fat cock was out of this world and he was close to coming
himself. "God, this was lovely," she smiled to him. "Yes it was. This
pool sure has a lot of possibilities. - But now I want to go into the
bedroom and make love to you on that big bed. Come, Sarah." They dried off
in a hurry, and a few minutes later Jonas was exploring her beautiful body
with his hands and mouth. Her cunt tasted divine. It was cleaned and
fresh, but the plentiful juices running out of her had an exciting musky
smell and taste. Jonas felt his cock grow even a little bit thicker and he
groaned: "I have to get it into you now, Sarah. Spread your legs for me."
With a smile she lifted her bent legs and spread them as wide as she could.
"Give me that fat cock and fill me up," she groaned. She reached down and
guided him into her hot cunt, and Jonas felt the heat build up in him. He
started pounding her slender body hard and fast. Her tits were quivering,
and after a couple of minutes she withdrew her lips from her teeth and
snarled at him. "Oh, this is fantastic," she panted. "Sarah, you are so
lovely. I would love it if I could fuck you forever and ever." Suddenly he
felt her cunt begin to spasm again, while Sarah was grunting an starting to
yell. "I'm coming, Jonas. I'm coming. God, you are a damn good fuck.
Yeeeaaaahhhhh. Oh, it's great. I'm coming and coming." The contractions
in her silky cunt together with her crying and swearing sent Jonas over the
hill. With a roar he pressed his cock the last few millimetres into her
cunt and started spewing gush after gush of hot sperm into her. For a
while they cuddled up with his cock still in Sarah's silky cunt. Slowly
his cock dwindled and slipped out of her, and with the quiet of the
bedroom, all the things he had experienced this lovely morning, plus the
hard driving all night, he suddenly felt so dead tired that he knew he was
going to fall asleep. "Sarah, I'm so tired, I just want to go to sleep."
"Come, you lovely man, rest your head between my breasts. When you have
fallen asleep I shall leave you so I can make arrangements for the party
tonight." "Oh, yes. I had forgotten about that." He lifted his head and
looked into her beautiful brown eyes: "And you are going to make another
kind of report to the `girls'?" Her face turned purple and she closed her
eyes for a short moment. "Yes. I shall have to because I promised it."
"And what are you going to tell them?" "Actually I'd rather tell them that
you are a lousy lay. That way I might have a chance to keep you to
myself." She smiled to him and gave him a long, soft kiss. "But I'm afraid
I'll have to tell the truth, and then they'll be swarming all over you
tonight." Jonas smiled lovingly to her. He put his head to rest between
the pert, yet resilient breasts, and two minutes later he was far gone into
the arms of Morphemes. When he was far gone Sarah lifted his head down to
the pillow, slipped her right leg out from under him. She pressed a soft
kiss on his forehead and got out of bed. She then proceeded to tidy up in
the bathroom and the terrace, humming quietly to herself, whereupon she
dressed and quietly left `Arthur's house'.
Chapter 2
Jonas did not wake up until late in the afternoon. For a short while he
was really confused as to why and where he was. Images of beautiful Sarah
lingered on the inside of his eyelids, and he was very reluctant to open
them. The lovely smell of her warm skin still lingered on the bedsheets,
and when he lifted the blanket a lovely warm, musky breeze hit his
nostrils. And woke him up. What a lovely mistress she had been. Supple,
lucious, hot and wet. Her lovemaking by far exeded anything he had tried
up till then. Then he remembered the plans for the evening. The party, to
celebrate that he was not going to change anything on the factory. The
women waiting to welcome him. God in heaven, he had NEVER been exposed to
so direct advances from such a bunch of pretty, young women. "Do they
really plan to sleep with me?" he thought. "How are they going to tell me
about it, and most of all: How are they going to share, if it's really
their plan to fuck me by the numbers?" Jonas felt his cock stir under the
blanket. "If this is a dream, don't ever wake me up", he muttered to
himself. On the other hand: If it turned out to be real, which was the
case up till now, his respect for old Arthur soared sky-high. "I knew you
were a horny bastard," he mumbled, "but this beats anything." He felt a
deep gratitude towards his dead father. "You were a lot of fun when you
were alive" he said, as if his father could still hear him, "and now you
have given me the good life: A profession I love, a handsome income and
then this heaven on earth. How ever did you get this idea?" He got up and
went to the bathroom to have a shower and get dressed. Towels were laid
out, and when he returned to the bedroom and found his suitcase empty, he
looked in the closets where everything was laid out or hung up. It was not
until he was dressed that he found the note stuck to one of the mirrors in
the bedroom:
"WHEN YOU WAKE UP, PRESS THE RED BUTTON BY THE DOOR. SOMEONE
WILL COME AND ASSIST YOU. Sarah. PS. Thanks for a lovely morning."
Although he had already dressed, his curiosity made him press the
button, and then he walked through the vast livingroom and out on the
terrace. He was still admiring the view, when he heard the door open and
close, and a very pretty woman of about 30 came out on the terrace and
said: "Hello, I'm Joannah. I'm supposed to help you get ready for the
party and to tell you what will be going on there." "Hi, Joannah. And I'm
Jonas." "I know that", she laughed. "Sarah has told us about you, and I'm
very happy to be of help to you." Jonas looked at her again. Joannah was
just as beautiful as Sarah. A little taller, her body a little fuller, and
then the most amazing thing: Though her hair was jet black and her skin a
wonderful, dark colour like fine olive oil, her eyes were sparkling blue.
There were smiles in those blue eyes and on her delicately curved lips. "I
had hoped you would call a little earlier so I could have helped you with
your shower and the dressing" she said with an inviting smile. "But I
guess I'll have to make do with serving you a drink, or something." Jonas
smiled back at her and said: "I think I could do with a drink and also with
a little of that `something'." "What kind of a drink would you like?" "I'm
not really sure. Something not too strong. Maybe a gin and tonic if you
have got it." "I sure have. Funny, but that was the late afternoon drink
that Arthur preferred too. The son is not that different from the father,
I guess." "Well, I don't know about that. But I loved him a lot, and of
course on many points it was my boyhood aspiration to be like him." "Just a
second. I'll bring you a gin and tonic and `something'." With a smile she
disappeared into the livingroom. When Jonas heard the tinkling of
ice-cubes against glass he turned round. His jaw dropped for a second at
the vision in the open door. Joannah had shed all her clothes and she was
so beautiful and erotic that Jonas was silenced completely. "One gin and
tonic and `something' coming up" she laughed. "You could have brought me a
glass of water dressed like that, and I should have taken it for a double
gin and tonic. - God, you are beautiful." "Thank you, kind sir." She came
out on the terrace, placed the little tray on one of the tables and took
his gin and tonic in one hand and a glass of wine for herself in the other.
Then she walked up very close to Jonas and said: "Why don't you sit down on
that bench, and I shall serve you your drink." Jonas complied, and Joannah
went up to him, sat down in his lap and lifted his glass to his lips. He
could not help but put his arms around her slender waist, and then she
pored a slug into his mouth. A small drop was spilled, and she leaned
forward and removed it with her pink tongue. "Don't tell me that this is
the way Arthur wanted his drinks served" he laughed. "No, this is my idea
of how I'd love to serve it to you." "Can't say I'm against it. The finest
way ever for me." "You might get more comfortable if you supported yourself
on my breasts". Jonas looked into her blue, blue eyes, the same colour as
the big lake. They were full of laughter, flirting and good will. He
slipped his left hand up to her breasts. Even in this bent position they
didn't have the slightest sag. The dark brown nipples were upturned and
quite prominent. Jonas felt his cock growing against her well shaped
behind. She twisted a little against his cock and said: "Oh, no, Jonas.
Thank you for the compliment, but I have strict orders not to be selfish,
and there is nothing I can do for that part of you. At least not now.
Later, my friend." She kissed him again, fed him from the glass, and then
she got up, took her own glass and sat down in the armchair a few meters
from Jonas. Apparently she was very comfortable with her nudity, for there
were no small attempts to hide it. She moved exactly as she would have
done when dressed. He got the impression that she was totally aware of her
own beauty. "I'm supposed to tell you what is going on tonight. We have
made a decision not to give you too much of a chock on your first night
here. So the party will be just an ordinary one some fine food, which they
are already preparing in the cantina, some good wine and a little bit of
dancing. All the kids will be there - but never fear, they are usually
very well behaved and are used to these big parties. At the moment we are
59 women working here, and all of them are coming except two: One is ill
and one is going to her mother's funeral. So well be 57 women 65 children
of different ages, plus you as the only male." "Some strange party, I have
to say." "Oh, yes. But we are used to them. You are the only man who is
allowed on the grounds - we have made a decision on that, and even though
our parties may feel a little bit stale, it's for the better of the whole
factory, that the rules are so." "I'm very surprised - but pleasantly
surprised - to have such a beautiful woman serve me my drink naked. I
haven't really been able to find out what is going on. For sure I hope
that you do not feel an obligation to do such things." "Oh, my God, NO. As
Sarah probably has told you, we were all very, very fond of your father.
He was such a generous, humorous and randy sort of man. And charming! His
death is a blow to us, but we are all so happy, that you are not going to
change anything here, and we are most certainly willing to see if you are a
man like your father." "OK. I'll see if I can adjust to this. Should be
easy, given what has happened up till now. At least I'm very willing to
try. And if we get along I'd like very much to stay down here for longer
periods of time. You see, I'm a composer, and I could hardly find a better
place on earth than right here." "MMmmm. It is a lovely place. Originally
it's a boathouse, but we had it rebuilt for Arthur about ten years ago so
we could party with him in private when he was here." "Sure. This is a
very private place. And I can tell you, that you are very welcome here if
you feel like partying with me." She smiled at Jonas. "I shouldn't mind
that right now, but I'll have to contain myself. Orders, you know." She
got up from the chair and stood in front of him in all her naked splendour.
"Do you want another drink before I leave?" "No, thank you." "Well, then
I'll go and get dressed, and we'll meet at the party. Please be ready at 7
and there will be a little committee to pick you up. Dinner is a bit early
because of the children so they can get to bed in proper time." Joannah
bent over and kissed him and allowed another nice feel of those beautiful
breasts, and then she left. Jonas found his keyboard close to the kitchen
table and carried it out on the terrace. With his headphones plugged in he
spent the waitingtime practising, and he was so lost in it that he didn't
notice he had company until two women stepped in front of him and waved
their hands in front of his face. "If you don't mind we'd like to escort
you to your welcoming party." Both women were smiling at him, holding out
their arms with elbows bent. Jonas quickly turned off the keyboard and
rose. With a pretty, dark-haired beauty on each of his arms he just
followed them. Across the little stretch of gravel path, into the lobby
he'd seen before, and then the lift carried them to the flat roof of the
factory. Long tables were laid out, women and children were milling
around, and he was greeted by a lot of: "Buena serrate", "Hi," "Good
evening and welcome" etc. He squeezed the arms of his escorts and then
disentangled himself. He had spotted Sarah a few meters away, and quickly
he made his way to her side. He put his arms around her and kissed her
which brought out spontaneous applause from the crowd, and then he smiled
at her: "Would you care to be my lady for dinner?" He was rewarded with a
warm smile from beautiful Sarah, and even though she was probably his
senior by 12 years or more, he could not help feeling quite aroused by her.
"Gladly, Sir. Gina will ring the bell in a minute or so, and dinner will
be served." An hour and a half later they were more or less through the
main course. Joannah had been right. The kids were without exception very
well behaved. Another interesting thing was the way everybody took turns
serving, removing plates, fetching new courses etc. Then Sarah leaned
close to his ear and said: "This is about the time when you are supposed to
say a few words to us all. If you don't mind I'll give a small
announcement they have been waiting for with anxiety, and then I'll
introduce you - and I'll translate like I did this morning." "What's your
announcement." "We have made a research about the possibility of
introducing a new ecological product, and it seems we are not only going to
be first, but our sales may very well double in a year or two." "That's
interesting!" "Normally I'd give this kind of information on our monthly
plenums, but they are all so anxious to know, and the next meeting is three
months ahead." Sarah rang a little bell and got up to make her speech,
which of course was in Italian. A lot of cheering followed her words, and
then Jonas heard his name mentioned, and she turned to him and motioned him
to stand up. The whole crowd quieted and with Sarah translating he said:
"Ladies. This day has been most exciting for me. Arriving this morning I
had no idea what I was going to find, but I can tell you I'm very
impressed. It seems to me that you are running a very fine business here,
and I have not intentions whatsoever of interrupting that." Applause again.
"Rumours may have spread, but let me tell you: By profession I'm a
composer, and I have found `Arthur's house' to be a wonderful place for me
to work in, so I hope you don't mind that I'm going to spend a bit more
time here than my father did." Once again applause. "And speaking of my
father: I can tell you, that I have every intention of living up to his
reputation." He could not help turning his head towards Sarah and smile to
her. This was not allowed to pass unnoticed and was followed by a lot of
laughter, which made Sarah blush in the cutest way. "I mentioned this
morning that I'd like very much to learn Italian. I sincerely hope that a
couple of you will take time to teach me a lesson each afternoon. I leave
it to Sarah to set up a schedule. And finally: Let the party continue. I
can't get to you all, but I'll make an effort to dance with as many of you
as I can. Grazie tutti." For the rest of the dinner quite a few of the
women came round and hugged him from behind as he was sitting in his chair.
And the dancing was quite a wild affair with all the hinted proposals and a
lot of voluptuous bodies pressed into his. When the party was getting
close to an end he danced with Sarah again. "I do not know what you have
been used to, but if I might wish I'd love for you and Joannah to join me
for a night-cap." "Well, if you are set on living up to your father's
reputation, I'll invite two girls more for that night-cap, because usually
we'd go four or five to join him." "That sounds very exciting. But to me
it would be wonderful to feel just your beautiful, naked body against mine
once more." "You will, you will. And thank you for the compliment, young
man." When the dance finished Jonas looked around. Quite a lot of the
women had disappeared, and all the kids were gone. A few women danced the
next dance with each other, but at 11 o'clock the party was over. Jonas
got up to go home and spotted Sarah and Joannah close to the lift. He went
over there. "Care to join me for a night-cap on the terrace, ladies?"
"Thought you'd never ask" Joannah laughed. "Want it served like in the
afternoon?" "THAT would be a treat." On the path to `Arthur's house' two
more women caught up with them. Sarah introduced: This is Gina. She's one
of the girls who has volunteered to teach you Italian, and this is Rose."
She turned to a very tall and very slender redhead with an almost boyish
figure. "Actually my name is Rosetta, but I answer to `Rose'" "Hi, Gina
and Rose." "Gina is responsible for the kindergarten, and Rose manages all
our correspondence. She is a most efficient office girl." "Happy to hear
that." By now they had walked out on the terrace. Joannah busied herself
mixing some drinks and a moment later she arrived with a small tray - and
this time again she was stark naked. Jonas dropped his jaw for a second
which made Joannah laugh. "I thought you wanted it served like this
afternoon?" "I sure do." Jonas went over to the bench he had been sitting
on when they tried this last, and a second later everybody had a glass in
hand, and Joannah was sitting on his lap feeding his glass to his lips.
And kissing away the few spilled drops. And Jonas was lovingly caressing
her perfect breasts. "Ladies, I'm lost for words. This is so new for me,
and I really don't want to make a fool out of myself. Will you all do me a
favour?" They all said yes with no hesitation. "Please. Teach me what my
father was like when he was down here. He was always very happy and mellow
when he returned from `Business in Italy', and I want you to treat me
exactly as if I am Arthur, only in a younger edition." The `girls' giggled,
and Rose said: "Well, then I have better get the whirlpool started. Will
you three please make sure that he has something pretty to look at in the
meantime?" Gina went to the wall and turned off the lights. The moonshine
flooded the terrace and supplied the most romantic and enticing stagelight
for the striptease which followed. Sarah and Gina were moving around each
other and each time they got close one of them would remove an item of
clothing from the other. Joannah had turned in Jonas' lap, sitting with
her back to him. She took his hand and guided it lower, across her flat
belly into her abundant black bush. She was very wet when Jonas first
slipped a finger into her and she let out a deep moan of pleasure. In the
meantime Sarah and Gina had finished their striptease. Jonas felt like
somebody out of 1001 night's tales. Three quite different women, all of
them a beauty of their own, with himself as the only male. But not the
only one to enjoy, he was soon to find out. Joannah turned and whispered:
"Enjoy this before you undress." She turned her head to Gina. "Are you
going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night?" Gina was in front of them
in a few seconds. She cupped Joannah's perfect tits and brought her mouth
down to suck on her nipples. Joannah twisted her arse down on Jonas' cock
which was ironlike already. "Lean over and let me and Jonas have a nipple
each." Gina straightened up and cupped her own breasts. They were rather
big, sagging a little, but with their big aureoles and thimble-sized
nipples they were one big invitation to be sucked, which Jonas and Joannah
then did with abandon. Jonas stretched out his left hand and rested it on
Gina's hip. A little later he slid it down in front of Gina to caress her
belly, but when he got a little lower he found that Joannah had beaten him
to her cunt. "Oh, my God, you two. This is really lovely" Gina panted.
"Jonas, why don't we undress you now?" Joannah pushed Gina away and got up
from his lap. The two women started undressing him, and when he was stark
naked with his big cock standing proudly up to his bellybutton Sarah went
behind him and pressed her gorgeous body against his back. She reached
round him and grabbed his cock in her hand. "What did I tell you, girls?
Isn't this magnificent? And the way it points upwards now, I tell you! It
rubs your G-spot every time when he pulls it out and pushes in." "You sure
didn't exaggerate", Joannah sighed. She and Gina both knelt in front of
Jonas, and for a short while they took turns kissing his erection and
popping it in and out of their mouths. Gina had a wonderful trick he'd
never felt before: Her mouth was filled with saliva when she put his head
into it, and then she closed her lips tightly round the head and with
sucking motions she whipped up a foam that swirled round his cockhead
inducing the most delicious feelings. Jonas heard a slight noise from the
living-room. When he turned his head he saw a naked Rose cross the floor
and step out on the terrace. My God, what a sight. She was very thin in
an utterly gracious way. Legs that seemed never to end, long skinny arms,
tits that were mere bumps on her chest, and a heavy growth of red hair
emphasising where attention should be paid. She moved with a slow grace
he'd only seen in films of the Mazai people of Kenya. Drops of water were
trickling down her body. "I can inform all you lecherous people that the
pool is full, the temperature is perfect, and I'm horny as hell to have a
feel of that lovely boy." She glided up close to Jonas, opened her arms and
bent down to kiss him. Even though she was almost a head taller than him
she was so slender that his hands were very close to encircle her tiny
waist. "Mmmm. You taste wonderful, Jonas." He was acutely aware that the
underside of his cockhead was rubbing against the coarse hair around her
vagina. The feeling of this thin, tall and gracious woman in his arms was
so new to anything he had tried, that his cock as if of its own will found
its way and buried its head in her wet and slippery cunt, and he had not
even had to bend his knees. "My, are we in a hurry?" she asked. "I'm not"
Jonas told her chest, "but it seems my cock has a will of its own." "Or my
horny cunt called for a soulmate." "Hey, you two, are we going to the pool
or do you intend to fuck all by yourselves, standing there." Sarah was
smiling at them. "No," Jonas said. "Let's go to the pool. Then you can
show me some of the possibilities it's got." "Sure, we can" said Gina. "I
can hardly wait." She turned round to face Sarah and Joannah: "Are we going
to give him a four-pack on the way?" "Great idea." Suddenly the four women
surrounded Jonas. All four of them pressed their bodies against him, and
then they slowly started walking like one ten-legged organism towards the
bathroom. Gina who was in front of him had a good hold of his cock. When
they crossed the doorstep to the livingroom the girls turned Jonas 90
degrees, and now it was Sarah who grabbed his cock. "Hello, again, my dear
friend" she said to his cock. In this way all four of them had a turn to
play with his cock until they tilted on the edge of the pool and all five
fell into the whirling water. Jonas got into a sitting position first. He
looked at the four very different beauties around him. "Hey, this is wild
and great. The only one of you I `know' is Sarah. I'd like to have a
testrun on you all. Sarah, please, come and sit on me for a little while."
"Gladly", she said, and a little later she squatted down on his lap and
guided his cock into her - again. "God, you are a wonderful woman", he
said and kissed her lovingly. Her beautiful body pressed softly into his,
and she welcomed his wandering hands with a smile. When he cupped her
breasts she leaned a little forward so he could reach her nipples with his
lips. "Do you want me to move a little?" "Oh, yes. Slide that lovely cunt
up and down a little." Jonas groaned from pleasure as she did so, but a
minute later the three other girls said a lot of Italian words and giggled.
"OK, time is up" Sarah said, and with a soft kiss to his lips she lifted
off and gave room for Joannah who quickly impaled herself on him. "Aaahhh.
I have longed for this since late afternoon" Jonas said. Joannah took hold
of his shoulders and leaned back to give him a full view of her breasts.
"What on earth have you done to keep your breasts so firm and high? You do
have children, don't you?" "Oh, yes, I have got two. And I breastfed both.
But honestly I haven't done a thing. They are just so." "Well, I have
wanted to suck them real good since you were here in the afternoon."
Joannah closed in and offered him a nipple to suck and two perfect globes
to handle. But only for a minute or two, then they were interrupted, and
Rose stood up right in front of him. She was so tall that from his sitting
position Jonas had to look up to see her cunt. The wild red curls were
obviously trimmed a little round her lips, but otherwise they were growing
wild. Her slit was a delicious pink framed by dark brown lips. "Sit up
and have a taste" she said with a deep, husky voice. Jonas buried his
tongue between her lips, and the most delicious, strong juice covered his
tongue. "Rose really loves to be licked", Gina said. "She'll go raving
crazy when one of us lick her - and we are going to." Rose smiled and
looked lovingly at Gina. "I look forward to that, my dear." Graciously she
bent her knees and soon she had wrapped her dripping cunt round Jonas'
cock. In this position her head was really towering over Jonas', but on the
other hand her tiny, tiny breasts were just in front of his mouth. Jonas
sucked a whole breast into his mouth and started teasing her nipple. At
the same time Rose began the most unusual contractions of her cunt. Jonas
had never felt anything like it. Her cunt felt like hot tube squeezing his
cock like a vice, but at the same time she was so wet that it was a
slippery vice. The sensation was divine. When she started moving up and
down on him he had a feeling that she could make him explode in thirty
seconds if she chose so. "Oh, my God. This is absolutely wonderful,"
Jonas panted. The other girls broke in: "Hey, you horny cow. DON'T DO
THAT." - "Stop it, Rose. Leave something to us." "I won't lick you if you
don't stop." Rose smiled knowingly to Jonas and got up again. Sarah
grabbed her slim hips and placed her on the edge of the pool, and while
Gina lowered her black cunt on Jonas' cock Sarah dived in and started
licking Rose something fierce. Jonas lifted Gina a little and turned her
round, still with his cock in her, so she was sitting with her back to him
when she sunk down again to wriggle on his long cock. This way it was very
comfortable for him to masturbate her while enjoying her hot cunt.
"Joannah, try if you can get one of the jets to hit us the right way",
Jonas asked. "Right" she said and fiddled a little with the controls.
Gina gasped loudly when a very strong, narrow jet hit her cunt. Jonas felt
his balls be thrown around by the jet, but the convulsions in Ginas cunt
were so great, that he didn't care. The second her orgasm started Joannah
leaned over and pinched her nipples. This made Gina scream out her lust:
"OHHHH, I'M COMING, OOOHHH, IT'S GREAT." Jonas had been horny for so long
time that now he felt the closeness of his orgasm. "Sarah, I'm very close
now. Will you do me the honour of having me come in you right now?" Sarah
lifted her head from Rose's cunt and her eyes were smiling at him.
"Nothing I'd love better. Joannah, take over here or else Rose will go
crazy." Sarah glided through the water, embraced Jonas, pressing his head
to her wonderful breasts, and in one slow and delicious movement impaled
herself on his long cock. "You are a wonderful man, Jonas. I'm sure we
shall learn to love you as much as we did your father. Please fill me up
with your sperm, dear." Her movements were such a mix of love and lust that
Jonas almost felt like crying when he erupted in her. For a little while
he just sat there, luxuriating in Sarah's closeness. "She did it again",
Gina whispered to Joannah. "That old girl not only looks good, but she's
got something we haven't learned yet." Sarah turned her head and looked at
the other three. Rose was just starting to come. Her thin body went into
wild spasms, and she let out a long, deep growl that would make any Asian
tiger envious. Gina stood up in the middle of the pool. "Come on, girls,
let us give him our special towelling service before we go to the bedroom."
Chapter 3.
The four women got out of the pool. From one of the closets they each
took a fluffy, white bathrobe, and when they all donned them they hauled
Jonas out of the water. They stood him in the middle of the bathroom
whereupon they moved in close. They all laughed and teased each other in
Italian while they rubbed their bodies against Jonas and in this unusual
way they towelled him off. To have such great bodies pressed against him
was heaven, and when his skin was dry, his cock was ready for fight again.
Jonas put his arms round Rose and Gina and led them towards the bed. "I
think this calls for a bottle of champagne. Have we got any here?" "We can
do even better" Joannah said. "We've got a wonderful dry Asti Spumante,
and I put a bowl of strawberries in the cooler. Do you think we should
have it now?" "I sure do. Add luxury to luxury." The four of them sat or
laid down on the gigantic round bed, and shortly Joannah played a reprise
of her afternoon performance. Stark naked with a tray in her hands,
carried carefully so that her perfect, firm breasts were displayed over the
glasses, while her black, trimmed bush showed below it. She put the tray
down on the small table beside the bed, and when she turned round she had a
glass in her hand and a strawberry between her full lips. She leaned over
to Jonas, offered him the strawberry, which he took, and said: "Crush it
lightly in your mouth, and then take a drink of this glass." The sweet
strawberry melded with the dry Asti into a heavenly taste. And of course
the three other women also had to lip-feed him a strawberry. Sarah and
Gina pushed Rose down on her back and held her while Joannah poured
champagne on her belly. The slender woman's belly-skin formed a delicious
valley around her belly-button so not a single drop flowed away. "Do you
want a straw, or can you lick it up with your tongue?" "Both would be new.
I have neither had champagne through a straw nor licked it up from a
woman's stomach. But I think I'll prefer to try the licking first." Rose
was purring like a kitten while Jonas drank the champagne. Her sharp
hipbones stuck out like the edges of a bowl, and for a while Jonas held on
to them. Then he let his right hand slide down to touch her glowing red
bush. She was so skinny that the bone of her mons stuck out prominently,
and the top of her slit was clearly visible in all its splendour. "I
really never liked skinny women before, Rose, but you are so beautiful that
my prejudices melt like ice on a summer day." When he started masturbating
Rose he felt a hand reach between his legs to fondle his stiff cock. A
face was pressed against his behind and he felt a small pointed tongue lick
his balls and up his crack, past his arsehole and back again. He
definitely didn't want to come yet, so he broke off and said: "Sarah, dear.
I interrupted you in the pool. Will you please show me if it's true that
Rose goes crazy when you lick her out." "I sure will, but I think you
should ask Gina instead. Rose is mad about Gina, and she can give you a
real show. Right Gina?" "Mmmm. I'll give that horny cow a real licking."
Gina patted the bed beside Rose with her hand and said: "Come on, Jonas.
Lie here where you can see everything. I'm sure Joannah has a very wet
cunt to keep you company while you watch this." In a second Joannah had
lowered a very juicy and tight cunt on Jonas' cock, and Gina set to work on
Rose. She grabbed those long, long slender legs and bent them up towards
her chest and spreading them at the same time. An incredibly long slit was
displayed this way. Gina slowly let her tongue slide from the top of the
slit all the way down to the little brown backdoor where she let the tip of
her tongue slip in for a short while and then back up again. "Hold your
legs exactly that way", she snarled to Rose. "Don't move them a
millimetre, hear me?" "Yes" Rose gasped. All through this Joannah was
rocking her hips on top of Jonas. He could feel how his cock was churning
inside her deliciously dripping cunt. Hot and horny. Very slowly and
deliberately Gina stuck her middle finger into Rose's arsehole and slipped
her index finger into her cunt. She moved them back and forth a few times
accompanied by heavy panting from Rose. Suddenly, like a snake making an
attack, she buried her mouth in Rose's cunt. The others could hear the
sucking sound, and then she started shaking her head fast and furious, like
a terrier. Rose's long and fat clit must have felt like a little cock with
all the suction Gina provided. Rose's growling began to change. Her head
with the long red hair was rolling from side to side on the pillow, and
slowly the growl changed into screaming. When Gina pulled out her fingers
only to insert two in her cunt and two in her arse instead, Rose's
screaming changed in caracter and turned into an animalistic aria of lust,
a song without words but with an avant-garde melodi of immense appeal.
Jonas grabbed Joannah's hips. "This is the wildest I've ever seen. Fuck
me, Joannah, fuck me, or I'll have to fuck you." "Please, you fuck me", she
gasped. "I've been longing for it all evening." Jonas rolled over without
pulling out of her, and with Rose's crazy singing in his ears and Joannah's
firm breasts in his eyes he rammed into her faster and faster and harder
and harder. Joannah's eyes glazed over and she panted and groaned.
"Forza, forza. Oh my God this is the greatest. JONAS, I'M COMING. THIS
IS SO WONDERFUL. I'M COMMMMMMMMMINNGG. OAAAAHHHHHH. Her body was shaking
and Jonas felt her cunt cramp continuously while a stream of hot juice
gushed around his cock. That was too much. With a grunt he slammed his
cock all the way in and held it there while he spilled his sperm into
Joannah's womb like it was molten lead pouring out of his spine and through
his cock. While Jonas was coming down from his high his attention was
acutely attracted to Rose. By now she was humping her cunt and arse
against Gina who had great difficulty keeping her mouth locked on her clit.
Rose's song changed to a high-pitched yell, and suddenly she went dead
quiet and limp. Jonas stretched his arms as if he wanted to get off
Joannah. She held her arms round him to keep him where he was. "She has
just passed out. She does that when she can't take any more. She'll come
round in five minutes." Jonas laid down again and rested his cheek against
her pointed breast, feeling the quiet and relaxation creep into his body.
Slowly he felt his cock shrink in its warm and wet confines, and a little
later it just slipped out. He raised himself a little and crept up to kiss
Joannah lovingly. While he let his hands slide through her black hair he
said: "Thank you, that was so lovely, Joannah." "And thank you to you,
dear. You are a lovely man - and I personally have no complaint about the
change in generation." Gina laughed when she heard that last remark. "I
really couldn't say. Haven't tried that much, have I?" "Well, I sure would
be willing to try. If four such lovely women should not be able to entice
my `Peter' into a new fight, I really don't know who should.?" "Let's lift
Rose to the bench and leave her to come to of her own accord" said Gina.
"Sure." Jonas got up and lifted Rose off the bed. For her height she was
incredibly light to carry. The girls laid out a couple of pillows on the
bench, and when Jonas had laid her down they covered her up with a sheet.
Jonas turned round and put his arms round Sarah and held her close for a
moment. "I can't believe that I came here only this morning. If I'm
asleep and dreaming all this, please don't wake me up, love." Sarah laughed
and pressed her body close to his. "You are not dreaming, dear, but I
should love to `wake you up' again." "Yes", Gina said. "Sarah, get him in
the chair and wake him up. I think he's got the hots for you." "Then Gina
and I will give his eyes something to feast on." That was lovely Joannah
who lewdly spread her legs and showed them all her well fucked cunt with
Jonas' sperm seeping out of it." "Oh, my God," whispered Gina. "I've got
to taste that mix, Joannah. Can I?" "Be my guest. But don't pleasure
yourself too much. We want to give Jonas a bit of a show, don't we?" While
Sarah pushed Jonas back into the padded armchair and knelt between his
legs, Gina sucked his juices out of Joannah. When she had finished that
task, Sarah had Jonas' cock in her mouth and was making love to it with her
lips, her tongue and her delicate hands. "Try if you can concentrate on
this", Gina said with a smile. She was half sitting, half reclining on a
stack of pillows. Her beautiful, soft thighs were spread, and her right
hand was creeping down from her belly to her cunt. When her middle finger
reached the top of her glistening cunt she wriggled it obscenely over and
around her clit. Jonas watched in awe as he saw her lips open up like a
flower giving him an unobstructed view of her pink vagina. Framed by the
short, black curls it was a picture of beauty in itself, not to mention
that it was lewd and wild. Joannah was doing the same to her own cunt,
fixing her blue, blue eyes on Jonas'. He felt like drowning himself in all
that blue, but after a little while his gaze went lower to her cunt. The
difference from Gina's was evident. Joannah's outer lips were fat and
rounded with her inner labia thin like the petals of a rose. Ginas outer
lips were not very prominent, but her inner lips were a lot fuller with
little lightbrown lumps sticking out. While the two were lewdly displaying
their masturbation Sarah filled her mouth with champagne. Deftly she
pulled his foreskin all the way back and then reinserted his cockhead in
her mouth without spilling. The bubbles in the champagne played havoc on
the thin, sensitive skin on the underside of his cock, and very quickly it
started growing while Jonas looked lovingly into Sarah's dark, smiling
eyes. Sarah let go of his cock, and when she was standing in front of his
chair, she leaned over and kissed him, passing the rest of the champagne
from her sweet lips into his mouth. Jonas cupped her lovely breasts and
went on kissing lovely Sarah. He felt as if he was sinking slowly into the
deep waters of the lake, and he would never want to surface again. It was
Sarah who broke off the kiss. She leaned further into him and whispered
into his ear: "Watch out, dear boy. This is about sex. Don't fall in love
and don't prefer one of us to the other. And especially me, even if it is
very lovely and flattering for me." She turned round to the two girls on
the bed. "I think I've got something worthwhile for you here. `Peter' is
standing at attention again - and a lovely fat one it is." Gina was rubbing
her cunt fast and furious. "Then bring it over here and put it in me, I
sure feel empty." With that she shamelessly grabbed the two brown lumps on
her inner lips and used them for handles so she could spread and show off
the pink walls of her vagina. Sarah almost pulled Jonas to the bed by his
cock. When he was kneeling between Gina's white, soft thighs, Sarah rubbed
the tip of his cock up and down Ginas slit. "Wow, stop it, Sarah. Can't
you just put it in? I'm so horny for a fuck and it's so long time since I
had one last time." "All right, Jonas. Push it in now." Her right hand was
guiding his cock, and now her left hand gave him a mighty slap on his arse.
This was so unexpected that he plunged all the way to the bottom of Gina in
one fast push and then collapsed with all his weight pressing Gina down
into the mattress. Gina let out a high squeal. She pulled her hands away
from her cunt and threw them round Jonas' neck. "Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me."
She pressed her thighs close to his hips and Jonas felt her soft skin
ripple and roll as he started fucking her. "Don't hold me," he panted.
"Spread those thighs so I can fuck you for good." It seemed like Gina
didn't listen at all, but suddenly Jonas felt Sarah and Joannah move in
from each their side. They both grabbed a leg and now they pulled Ginas
legs as far apart as they would go. Jonas slammed his body down on Gina.
Her breasts were quivering by the hard onslaught, and with her mouth open
for air she kept panting: "Oh, my God, oh, I love it, Oh, my God, I love
it...." In spite of the two women holding her legs she somehow managed to
hump her cunt up against Jonas' thrusts. Faster and faster she was humping
until she screamed out a long, long orgasm. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh,
Oooooohhhhhhh,..." she kept on shouting. Her whole body was shaking and
spasming until she came down from her high with a relaxed and heavenly
expression on her face. "Oh, my God this was great. You sure are a hell
of a better fuck than your father." She was acutely aware that Jonas' cock
was still rock hard, buried in her relaxed cunt. In the background Rose
was coming to. She was sitting on her bench looking at the four people on
the bed. "Wow, Gina. You really had me going there." She was looking
intensely at Jonas, still firmly lodged between Gina's thighs. "Have you
left any of him for me?" "Didn't you have enough.?" Joannah smiled at Rose.
"I definitely did, love. But I haven't had a chance to come on his cock,
have I?" Gina squeezed Jonas' cock a few times with her slippery cunt, then
she looked up at Jonas: "Do you think you are ready for Rose?" "Why
shouldn't I? Is she a special as you hinted in the pool?" "You bet she's
special. And kinky." Jonas pulled out of Gina and turned towards Rose, who
was still sitting on the bench. "Well, you very special girl. Come here,
then." "Yeahh. Wait a second." She turned to the others. "Why don't we
feed him a sandwich of Arthur's special?" "But I'm not hungry." "You will
be, my boy, you will be." The other girls had nodded in approval, and
suddenly they were, all three of them, taking out different items from a
chest of drawers. Before Jonas had a chance to see what it was all about
Rose had blocked his view by reclining on the bed beside him and pressing
her skinny body close to his, and he only heard them go out into the
bathroom. Rose's skin was very dry and felt hot to the touch. When Jonas
let his hand roam up and down her body all he could feel was that hot, dry
skin. And all those bones. Her ribs, her hipbones, her cheekbones - all
bones and hot skin. She looked so frail with her long, thin arms and legs,
and yet she emanated a feeling of incredible strength. Jonas was really
intrigued. "Lie down on your back", she whispered. "I want to have a
taste of that lovely cock while Gina's juice is still on it." She knelt
between his legs and held his cock to her lips. She pulled his foreskin up
to cover his head, then inserted it in her mouth and pulled back the skin.
Once again she let go of it, pulled the skin up and put him in her mouth
again while she slowly pulled back the foreskin. The feeling was
exquisite, and soon had Jonas moaning. She grabbed the underside of his
legs and lifted them high in the air. When his arse was completely on
display she plunged the tip of her tongue directly into his arse. He felt
the pointed tip penetrate his sphincter and that sent an electric jolt all
through his body. When he heard the bathroom door open again he
momentarily lost the ability to lift his head to see what was coming. At
the same moment Rose substituted her tongue for a finger which she pressed
all the way up into his rectum. Jonas, who had never tried anything like
it, was wildly intrigued. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Gina, Sarah
and Joannah coming up close to the bed. The change was astounding. They
were all dressed in genuine whores' outfits. Two of them in small corsets
with stockings and Sarah in garters and stockings and a bra that let her
nipples free. "God, you look gorgeous," he panted. Rose wriggled the
finger in his arse, and that together with the view of the three whores
made his cock twitch and get even a little bit bigger. Rose pulled out her
finger and laid down beside Jonas. She spread her long legs, inviting him
to mount her. "Come and give me a minute of that delicious fucking you
wasted on Gina." Jonas got up and plunged his cock all the way into her
surprisingly tight cunt. She was incredibly wet and silky, and if he had
felt her skin to be hot, her cunt was boiling. He started slamming his
cock fast and furious into Rose. In just a minute he felt her cunt open up
and little ripples started all the way up in the bottom of it. Suddenly
Rose let out a yell and her cunt clamped hard round his cock. "God, that
was great. Now lay dead still, love." She patted her hands on the bed
beside her, and Sarah and Joannah came on to the bed and pressed their
bodies close to Rose and Jonas. "Now you have a chance to enjoy our very
different tits" Rose said. Joannah pulled her perfect cones out of the
corset. Jonas first sucked a little on Rose's tiny bumps with the big
nipples. Then he turned his head to Sarah's soft, rounded breasts with the
nipples sticking out through the holes in her bra, and last but not least
he lowered his mouth to Joannah's perfect ones. Through all this he had
forgotten about Gina, but he felt her move in behind him. A sharp pain cut
through his arse and an electric jolt numbed his brain for a second. "What
the h......," he shouted. "Sssscccchhhhhh, Rose whispered into his ear.
"Ssscccchhhhh. Relax and enjoy." He felt Gina moving slowly in and out of
his rear. She must be wearing a strap on dildo, because he could feel her
soft thighs against his own, and the satin of her corset sliding against
his cheeks. For the first time in his life he was having his arse fucked.
At the same time Rose was doing the most incredible manipulations of his
cock. She would tighten round the base, and then like a wave going through
her cunt, that tightening would run up along his cock until she was
squeezing the head of it. Almost like the milking he had learned to do
when he visited his grandfathers farm as a boy. The perversity of it all
came rolling through his mind, and in a few minutes he was right on the
edge of coming. "Oh, hell, I'm coming. This is so great I want it to last
forever, but I'm coming. Ooohhh, its great." Hearing his moaning Gina sped
up her fucking, and Jonas felt his cock being pressed even further up into
Rose. He tried to do some fucking himself, but only managed a few minor
thrusts before everything exploded. Roaring like a hurt lion he felt his
arse contracting round the strap on dildo, and then what felt like gallons
of boiling sperm pressed out through his cock and splashed to the bottom of
Rose's cunt. Totally spent he felt his arms go, and he collapsed on Rose's
chest, his head turned towards beautiful Sarah. Far away behind him he
felt Gina extract the rubber cock from his arse, and a little later his
cock started to dwindle inside Rose. Jonas was totally exhausted for a
little while. When he came to again he raised his head and looked at the
four beauties. "You absolutely wonderful creatures. I am NOT dreaming,
and this IS heaven." He closed his eyes and opened them again. "Yes, you
are still here. Even if this never happens again I shall be eternally
grateful to my father that he left me this inheritance and gave the big
factory to my brother." "And we shall be grateful to your father for
leaving us you as our inheritance." Sarah looked into his eyes, and he saw
a serene warmth and appreciation in the two dark lakes. "May I be a total
glutton, ladies?" "Of course you may," said Joannah, "what do you want?"
"Will one or two of you stay on to sleep with me? I really can't bear the
thought of you all leaving and for me to sleep alone." "Of course. Who
would you like to stay?" Jonas locked his eyes with Sarah's and smiled
gratefully: "I think I have learned never to make preferences, so it's
really up to you who'd like to keep me company." "I'm sure we'd all love
to, but that would be too crowded for sleeping. My proposal is that Sarah
and Joannah stay," Rose volunteered. "And then maybe I can tempt Gina to
sleep with me, because I shall also find it difficult to sleep alone." And
that is the way it was decided. They all got out of bed and joined on the
terrace for a last glass of wine. Jonas still could not believe what had
happened. The three of them were still dressed up in their erotic
garments, and incredibly beautiful Rose as naked as she was born.
Goodnight kisses were dealt, and five minutes later Jonas was sleeping like
a log with his arms round the two gorgeous women.
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