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   The Gift.

   by Spiller

   Chapter fourteen.

   I figured that Mary was out burning petrol, so I decided for a cold
drink on the terrace and a chat with dad.  Henny had showed me how good a
Gin and Tonic was, so I mixed a weak one, shed my clothes except my shorts,
and settled down in a deck-chair.  I had barely closed my eyes before dad
was there, all on his own initiative.

   "Hi, son.  Am I disturbing you?"

   "No.  I had planned on calling you.  Why are you so eager?  Have you got
anything new?"

   "Sure.  Good news, bad news.  Which do you want first?"

   "Good for whom?  For you?  Then give me that first."

   "I talked to Theodor.  That's the guy with the son, remember?"

   "Yes.  The son who died of syphilis."

   "That's him.  The good news is that it can be done, and that it would be
as good as it was when I was alive."

   "I say!  Give us the bad news, then."

   "It's quite tricky, for a starter.  Would need some practice.  But the
really bad thing is, that it cannot be done with a woman who knows you
well."

   "That sounds strange."

   "Not really.  At least it is logic.  You should have to open your mind
completely and let me take over.  The moment I'm inside you, I'd also take
over your physical movements, and any woman you have slept with before
would know, it's not you."

   "You're saying that Mary or Henny would sense, something was wrong?"

   "Immediately."

   "Oh.  That's too bad.  So I should have to tell them the truth and get
their acceptance?"

   "I can't recommend that.  I'm absolutely sure they'd feel terribly
cheated, if you told any of them how you used mind control from the
beginning.  And I'm not at all sure, you could convince them that all the
rest is of their own doing.  You'd loose two hot and loving women."

   "?"

   "They both love you, you know.  Mary is really on cloud nine with pink
and silver lining.  She never loved you this much, and she feels like an
infatuated teenager combined with a middle-aged wife.  It would be terribly
cruel to destroy her.  I'd never accept that."

   "Neither would I.  Well, we shall have to wait, then, shan't we?  But
that may take some time.  Those two old girls really keep me busy.  I
certainly have no plans of expanding my harem."

   "Ha, ha.  I can see that.  You might benefit from a bit of exercise, you
know."

   "I'm sure, you're right!  Could we do a couple of practice runs?  I
mean, practice you taking over.  Then we should be ready for it, if
opportunity turns up.  I'm sure willing to help you on this."

   "We could, but not now.  Your dear wife is overtaking all and everything
on the motorway right now, and she'll be back in ten minutes.  You said you
were about to call me?"

   "Yes.  I got an idea.  Up at your place there must be plenty of guys,
who have gotten away with different scams, when they were alive.  Maybe you
could shop around for a few ideas."

   "I could.  But do you need to?  You said your savings were on the
abundant side.  In about six months you'll start harvesting in the company.
I shouldn't be surprised, if you'll get bonuses close to a million dollars
this year alone.  If I were you, I'd calm down and wait for that.  Why risk
anything?  Take it easy, son.  Relax and enjoy.  You've got two hot women;
you know you'll be rich in six months; and if you stumble on a thing you
want, you can get it at a bargain.  What more do you want?"

   "God.  I feel like a teenager taking advice from his dad, only I'm not a
teenager.  But of course you're right."

   "Of course I'm right!  You could practice your control some more, take
it to a level where you can do it over a distance, through walls, and so
on. And then I have one last warning.  In the near future you'll get to
trade with some Eastern European businesses.  You'll be offered a
commission, if you place your trade at their company.  Don't take it! 
Their vicious kind of mafia will be involved, and it will backfire on you.
They'll use it to blackmail you later.  Don't take it, however tempting."

   "I'll remember that.  Will you please leave me alone?  I want five
minutes before Mary returns."

   "OK.  Bye, son."

   "See you."

   Chapter fifteen.

   I must have dozed off for a couple of minutes.  The softest, sweet kiss
and a hand caressing my naked chest awakened me.

   "Hi.  You're home early, dear."

   "Yes.  I finished a meeting at two, so I persuaded myself I wasn't
needed any more.  Have you been out for a spin?"

   "Not really.  I had some shopping to do.  Of course I left an hour early
to have a little fun on the small roads, but only a little."

   "You can have all the fun you like, love.  I'm glad you like your car."

   "Like?  I love it!  You should know all the attention I get!  I think
all boys from 6 to 80 have been staring at me and my car.  Or rather, my
car and then me.  I'm not used to that."

   "I thought most women liked to be stared at."

   "Well, I have to admit, it gives me a little kick.  You know, a week ago
I could walk down Vesterbrogade, and nobody would look.  Today, when I got
out of the Alfa Romeo, there were at least 10 boys and men staring at me,
after they had feasted their eyes on the car.  By the way, I have decided
I'll call it by its full name.  No `Alfa' any more.  Agree?"

   "Sure."

   "What are you having?"

   "A Gin and Tonic.  Nice and cool."

   "Will you make one for me?  I have to go and change."

   "OK."

   She looked very sexy when she returned.  Stay up stockings, high heels
and a thin, see through negligee.  She took her glass from the table and
sat down on a chair, with her legs sufficiently spread for me to enjoy the
sight of her trimmed pussy.

   "Cheers, dear." She took a swig of her drink.  "You're right, this is
lovely on a warm day."

   "So are you."

   "Flatterer.  You make this old wife feel like she was.  Lovely."

   "But you are.  Was that outfit on your shopping list today?  I can't say
I've seen it before."

   "It was.  You know, that short moment I had your cock in me this
morning, has been most productive.  I've been horny almost all day, and
I've thought of almost nothing but a way to make it good for you, when you
got home."

   "I should have known.  I might have called you from the office.  Have
you come up with some good ideas?"

   "I think I have.  I want my drink first, and then I want to see, if I
can make that lovely long cock raise its head, untouched by human hand, as
they say.  Will you please get rid of those ridiculous shorts?"

   I lifted my ass from the deck chair and pulled them down.  "Do you
really think they are ridiculous?"

   "They are not remotely as sexy as you are, old boy.  I have something
better for you, for later."

   "You wouldn't know how much I love your new outspoken and sexy you. 
Look, he's raising his head in appreciation."

   "Thanks for the compliment, Mr.  Cock.  I see, you know that a gentleman
should stand up for a lady.  I have nice and naughty intentions for you
this afternoon."

   "He can hardly wait."

   "Neither can I!"

   She got up from her chair, opened her negligee and went over to me,
lifted her leg over me until she was standing with her open pussy right
over my cock.

   "Move down a little."

   I did.

   "Good, this is perfect." She reached down to grab my cock; she guided it
to her very wet opening, bent her knees and impaled herself on me.  The
lack of resistance showed that she really had been horny for a long time.
"Aahhhh.  I have longed for you since you left me in the morning, Mr. 
Cock!"

   She grabbed the small armrests of the deck chair for support, and with
languid motions she moved her ass up and down.  All the way up till only
the head of my cock was in her, and I could see her juices glistening on
the shaft, then slowly down again, sucking my cock into her hot cunt.  Oh,
it was great.  I reached up to touch her swinging breasts.

   "No, no.  I want you to put your hands behind your head and relax.  I'll
take care of everything.  I'll go and mix you another drink if you want,
and then serve it with your cock in my pussy.  I'll take care of my own
orgasms and of yours, and I promise you, I'll have many!  May I serve you
another Gin?"

   "That would be lovely.  Maybe I shall need a straw if I have to lie like
this."

   With a slurping noise she got off me, went to the table and mixed a Gin.
From the cupboard in the kitchen she fetched a drinking straw and returned
to the terrace, straddled my deck chair again and impaled herself elegantly
on my cock.

   She held the glass to my mouth.  "Here you are, love.  Have a drink
while I massage your cock." I got the straw into my mouth, and while I
started sipping, she made pinching, milking movements with her cunt.  It
was very depraved, but it was going to get better!  She lifted the glass
off my mouth and placed it on the table.  With a wicked smile she moved her
right hand to her cunt and started masturbating.  Her left hand changed
from breast to breast, kneading and pinching.  I could see that she
suppressed the moans she felt like uttering, but she certainly didn't
suppress her orgasm, when it hit her.  One loud, short scream and a lot of
contractions.  I always loved that feeling: A coming cunt round my cock,
but this time it added to the luxury, that I had not moved a finger or a
cock to produce it.

   She opened her eyes and looked down on me.  "Aahhh, that was great. 
I've needed it since this morning.  Now it's your turn."

   Once again she grabbed the armrests and fucked me royally.  This time
her cunt was sloshing wet and open.  I could feel I should not last long,
and I told her so.

   "Oohhh, I like that.  That's a nice compliment.  Let it go, love, I want
you to come in my hot pussy.  I love to fuck you."

   As I was getting closer I could not help tightening my back to press
against her.  When she felt that, she moved one hand back to her pussy and
resumed masturbating.  My first spurt hit her, and her hand took on a
frantic speed, and before I had finished coming in her, I felt her familiar
contractions once more.  Finally she collapsed on top of me and buried her
head in my neck.  "Welcome home, Sir," she whispered to me.

   Chapter sixteen.

   I had more or less expected her to continue, but she got off me, kissed
my belly lightly, and went to mix another two Gins.  Then she shed her
negligee and sat down on her chair.  She was a lovely sight.  She had never
before been very comfortable, being naked around the house.  Now she openly
displayed all her beauties, which were enhanced by her relaxed and
satisfied movements.  Her happy smile gradually turned off and was replaced
by an annoyed expression.

   "What's on your mind?  You don't look happy any more."

   "That's because I'm not.  Happy.  I have to go in a little while.  I'd
much rather stay here and fuck the life out of you, and live happily ever
after on your life insurance."

   "Ha, ha.  Talk about the merry widow.  Why do you have to go?"

   "I thanked yes to an invitation, three months ago.  You know, our little
`yakkedi' club.  Normally we meet some weekday afternoon, but tonight
Anni's daughter is having her bachelor party, because she is getting
married tomorrow.  Her girlfriends are to pick her up at five.  Anni has
invited the club to a test-run on the wedding menu, because the wedding
itself is a strict family affair.We're to be there at six."

   "I can guess.  And you'll be back home at midnight, tired and drunk."

   "I'm NOT!  I'll go in the Alfa Romeo, to make sure I do not drink, and
also to show off to the girls and watch their envy.  I'll be back no later
than nine, maybe half past eight."

   "It's all right, dear.  Go and have some fun.  I dare you to leave your
panties at home.  Might remind you why you have to hurry back."

   "I will, I will.  If the other wives knew, it would make them even more
envious than the Alfa Romeo." When she kissed me good-bye at half past
five, she looked a lot sexier and vibrant than most 46-year-old housewives.

   I left the terrace doors open, settled down on the living room couch and
decided to call dad.

   "Hi, son.  Any problems?"

   "No, not at all.  Mary left for dinner with her girl friends, and I
thought we might have a little chat.  For instance about you taking a place
in me.  How it is done, and all."

   "Oh.  Have you decided to give it a try?"

   "Yes.  You have given me so much, since we made contact, and I'd be a
lousy son if I didn't try to pay back, wouldn't I?"

   "No.  Not at all.  What I have given you is without any obligations, you
know.  I'm happy; I can finally do something good for you.  But of course
I'd really appreciate it, if you would try."

   "Sure.  Tell me what to do."

   "Turn over to lie on your belly." I did so.  "Now to the difficult part.
First you must form an image of yourself.  In your brain.  Do it now, it
should be fairly easy for you by now."

   "I've got it.  Sharp or blurred?"

   "Doesn't matter.  As long as you can identify it 100 % as yourself."

   "I can."

   "Now you make a small storeroom.  A file, I think you call it in
computers.  Right?"

   "Yes, it's called a file.  How should it look?"

   "Make it like a big, transparent bubble."

   "I've got it."

   "Concentrate on the things you can sense, one by one, and put them into
the bubble."

   "I'm not sure I understand?"

   "Like, you can sense cold, right?  Concentrate on that sense, and then
put it into the bubble."

   "OK."

   "You can taste sweet, sour, salt and bitter.  Put them into the bubble."

   "They are in."

   "You can feel pressure, light and hard.  In they go."

   "OK."

   "Stop.  You're wrong.  That pressure thing made you think of your cock
this afternoon."

   "Yes.  You could see that?"

   "Sure.  But that is emotion.  That is not sensing.  No emotions go in
there, and no signals governing your muscles or reflexes.  Pure feelings."

   "OK, I'll try.  Give me a minute."

   "Well, have you put more into your bubble?"

   "Oh, yes.  But the more I put in the more I seem to remember."

   "That's all right.  What you've got now will suffice for a short test
run.  Are you still willing to try?"

   "Sure.  This is really fun.  And quite new, isn't it?"

   "Yes.  Now concentrate on your bubble.  Imagine how it gets smaller and
smaller until it will fit into the image you've made of yourself."

   "That was difficult.  Very difficult.  I think I've got it now."

   "Good.  Now for the really tricky stuff.  Ready?"

   "I am."

   "Good.  It may make you feel uncomfortable at first, but there is no
danger involved.  I want you to imagine, how the image of you is slowly
leaving you through your backside.  While the image is leaving you, I'll
take over.  It is going to feel very strange, but don't be afraid."

   It was a gross understatement that it would feel strange.  It was
downright spooky, scary, and weird.  As the image was leaving me, I felt I
was losing all control, bit by bit.  I cannot really describe it.  The
closest I can come are those descriptions of after-death-experiences, I've
read about.  You know, people leaving their body and watching it from a
corner of the room.  I watched myself get up from the couch, walk to the
table on the terrace and pour a drink.  I watched myself drink it, but I
felt nothing!  I watched my hands touch different places on my body, like
my hair, my chest and my cock.  I watched how I returned to the couch and
laid down on my belly.

   I understood this as a signal to return, but I did not have to do
anything.  I felt the image gradually be sucked back into my body, and my
senses returned slowly.  After a short moment I felt absolutely normal, as
if nothing had happened at all.

   "Phew, dad.  Are you still there!"

   "I'm here, son.  It was wonderful."

   "For you, maybe, but you scared the shit out of me."

   "Was it really that bad?  I just had my first drink since I died!  It
was great."

   "It was mega scary.  I hated being out of control.  You could have gone
and killed my neighbour, and there's nothing I could have done to stop you.
I'm not even sure I want to do this another time."

   "Oh.  I'm terribly sorry.  First, that I scared you so much, and
secondly because I sure want to try it again."

   "You'll have to go back to Theodor and ask, if there is some kind of
emergency brake I could use.  I haven't got the faintest idea of the world
you live in, or how tempting it would be for you to stay in me.  This thing
might have the severest consequences for me and a lot of other people, you
know."

   "I get you, son.  I'm sorry I can't offer you anything but a promise." I
sensed some kind of disappointment, but I could not decide, whether it was
of me for not trusting him, or of the conditions.  "I'll talk to Theodor.
But anyway: Thanks for a wonderful experience."

   I was alone again.

   To be continued......






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