3 comments/ 40570 views/ 0 favorites Inheritance By: LadyAria "Oh Bloody hell! Mother has a melt down and I am condemn to cleaning out the crazy bat's cave?" "Colin, we must have your grandmother's estate ready for the auction next Wednesday. This is not an option. I will join you a few days once your mother's nerves have settled. For God's sake, be more respectful," his father stated more tired then anger. "Yes, father," Colin grumbled obediently. " I will cancel my plans and head out in the morning." His father hung up the phone without responding. Unfortunately, so had his date when he cancelled their plans to one of the hottest Halloween parties in Atlanta. His parents had always been flawless with their timing. If he had the least bit of potential for getting laid, then they would find a way to put an end to it. Frankly, if his trust fund had not been such a large part of his income, then he'd had told them to fuck off years ago. Half asleep, with the taste of gas station cappuccino on his tongue, Colin pulled his silver TT roadster down the long drive to his grandparent's former estate. The black rod iron gate were unlocked and open. The grounds were in disrepair from years of neglect. After his grandfather's death, he'd heard in whispers that his grandmother had fired the staff and locked herself away from the world. His grandmother refused to let any of the children visit. She claimed it wasn't safe. It was the first time in fifteen years he'd step foot over the threshold of the huge house. An ungodly stench assaulted his nose and created a painful lurch in his stomach. No wonder his mother had run away. Slaughterhouses carried a more appealing aroma. Pulling a handkerchief from his pant pockets, he placed it over his nose. The house was monstrously large and out of time for the small country town it inhabited. His grandmother, never being of sound mind, had demanded his grandfather bring her family estate with them if she was to move to the United States. Not having a choice in the matter, his grandfather had torn down, shipped and rebuild the house one brick at a time. Of course, his grandfather spent three years and an obscene amount of money upgrading the facilities. After it was complete, his grandmother sailed from England to join her husband. Upon seeing the house for the first time, her only comment was, "the shutters should be a lighter yellow." In the kitchen, he was surprised to find his mother had not cleaned out the varies hanging baskets of rotten fruits and vegetables. He opened the many mahogany cabinets until he located a box of garbage bags. Filling each one as quickly as possible, he had cleared the area of rotting food in under a half of an hour. Out the back door, he placed the bags in the open can when he saw a woman with blonde bobbed hair and blue dress walking through the gardens. "Hey, you! Lady, hey, stop!" he shouted as the woman walked under the trellis covered with dormant rose vines. He jogged over to the end of the yard to meet her as she exited the arch. However, she did not appear. He looked down the path to see only weeds and empty cobblestone. Looking around for a few minutes, he rediscovered the garden was littered with statues. The dead marble eyes watched him as he snaked through thistle and overgrown planters. While he was looking down at a particularly stoic angel, he felt a small hand touch his neck and slip down his back. A light feminine laugh fluttered in the air. He turned with a dazzling smile hoping to find the lovely tart who had been strolling the grounds. However, the garden was empty and a chill climbed in the air. His smile melted as he glanced around confused. Suddenly, the rancid smell of the house felt more appealing then the garden. He strode quickly to the kitchen door not glancing back. Colin spent the better part of the day taking down strings his grandmother had used to divide the rooms into smaller areas. Also, he dumped multiple glasses of urine lining the edges of rooms that could still be entered. Many rooms, had been nailed shut and he was too tried to try to opening them tonight. As the daylight faded, he realized that the electricity was not working. Disgruntled at the general waste of the day, he climbed the large staircase to find the master suite. He cursed openly realizing he could be nailing some model want-a-be dressed as cat woman if he'd gone to the Halloween party. Instead, he spent Halloween in his family's version of a skeleton closet. The expensive antique furniture in his grandmother's former suite was covered in layers of melted wax from a vast collection of burned down candles. In the center of the room, a bare mattress was surrounded by piles of black and white photographs. The far wall had been completely cleared accept for one piece. The cherry wood was carved into two massive lilies holding up a full length mirror. In all her insanity, his grandmother had recognized how exquisite this one piece was. Colin pulled out his lighter and broke free one of the candles from the dresser. Lighting the wick, he crouched to look at the photos on the floor. The pictures were all of a single party. They were taken in the garden. Everyone smiled and lifted champagne glasses at the camera. In tiny black print, the date was stamped: October 1935. As he began shifting through the pile, he heard horns playing in the faintly. He looked up and realized a light was shining from the mirror as the music grew louder. A Bing Crosby like voice floated out from the mirror as the words took shape in Colin's mind. "Did you ever see a dream walking? Well, I did! Did you ever hear a dream talking? Well, I did! Did you ever have a dream thrill you with 'Will you be mine?' Oh, it's so grand and it's too, too divine." He rose slowly from the ground and approached the glow. The mirror had become a door into a evening garden party from 1935. A big band played as a young thin man in a black tuxedo sang to the costume clad dancers. Paper tablecloths were weight down by jack-o-lanterns. In the distance, he saw his grandmother, young and beautiful, waving at him with a sparkling grin. Her hair was dark red and lips plump with youth. "Darling, where have you been?" she smiled as she spoke. "I thought you had gotten lost. My Edward, come, let's dance." Her hand reached through the mirror pulling him onto a dance floor laid over the grass. As he looked back for the mirror, he saw the blonde woman in the blue dress smile at him. She winked before looking back at the older gentleman with whom she danced. A tiny tiara was perched on her head. She was a stunning princess with a tiny waist and perfect petit breast peeking out from the top of her dress. Looking back down at his grandmother, he could not believe that her hand was caressing the crotch of his pants. "Oh, Edward, I cannot wait until they all leave. I want you inside of me. We can go under the bandstand," Eva whispered in a husky voice. "I..," Colin stuttered as his grandmother licked her large pouting red lips. Her eyes glistened a beautiful emerald. "I'll met you there in 5 minutes. We will fuck like dogs as the party dances around us," she whispered before breaking their hold. She waved over her shoulder before disappearing off behind the stage. Despite himself, his dick was rock hard suffocating in his tight pants. He looked down to shift his erection when he realized he had on cufflinks. As he took in his attire, he realized he was in full tuxedo with cape. He touched his face to feel the half mask. Phantom of the Opera. The costume his grandfather wore in the photographs. "Edward, I see Eva has left you all alone," a woman commented from behind him. Then, he felt a small hand touch his neck and slip down his back. A light feminine laugh fluttered in the air. He spun around quickly at the de-ja-vu. "Hello," Colin replied taken in the princess in the powder blue dress. Her cleavage was ivory smooth with a tiny beauty mark on the right breast. "Eddie, just because your ol' lady 's here, don't be actin' like you ain't wantin' your girl," she responded in high pitched voice. "Ain't no one takin' my number one." Colin wasn't sure how to act. A desperation in her eyes told him to step gently. The deep blue pools rippled with love and frustration. "Just like a man," she quipped as she poked his shoulder. "No words of honey for your Rita. I thought I was your lil' Bette Davis?" Colin realized her voice was gaining volume. So, he scooped her under the arm and dragged her toward the gardens. The exact opposite way his grandmother went. "Rita, baby, you know I love you," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her along. He'd seen her in the garden earlier. She was the key to how he got here. "If you love me, why you callin' me Rita. You always callin' me Bette when you's really lovin' me," she chirped as a smile spread over her tiny heart shaped face. She slipped down the strap off her shoulder. "Rita, you remember seeing me today when you were walking in the garden?" Colin asked looking over the blonde whose head pressed against his arm. "You've had too much champagne, Eddie. I wasn't in your garden, sweetheart. You musta been daydreamin' about me." She moved away from his side yanking him behind a large hedge. Then, she gave him a push sending him to the ground. Once he hit grass, he looked up to see her standing over him. She pulled her dress up over her waist. Garters held up her thigh high hose which appeared looser then anything Colin had ever seen. Her pussy was cover in a full thatch of blonde curls. "I ain't wearin' no panties," she said shaking the dress him left to right. " Just like you like, Eddie." Colin reached out and grabbed her small thin thighs. He pulled her down on top of his hard on. Giggling, she peeled down the top of her dress reveling tiny red nipples the size of nickels. Her breast were small and firm. They bounced as she jumped up and down on his cock. "You goin' fuck me right here, Eddie. Ain't you. I'm your number one girl!" Colin sucked the right nipple in his mouth running his tongue over the tip. She tasted sweet like sugar. The sensitive skin pulled into ripples in his mouth as she moaned. Slipping his other hand up her thigh, he ran his fingers over the soft curls on her cunt. The heat radiating from her slit drove his fingers forward. Soon, he was knuckle deep in wet pussy. The tiny little snatch snapped at his fingers and clutched at his invasion. Dripping thick liquid into his hand, her hole flexed and expanded to allow a third finger. Like a good girl, she was bucking on his hand squealing. Then, she hopped off and winked at him. "You ain't havin' all the fun. You want me to kiss it. Don't you?" Before Colin could respond, she was ripping the buttons free from his crotch and freeing his erection. Swollen, his cock throbbed like fire. The cool envelope of her wet mouth did not quiche the flames. The soft touches and circles of her tongue worked over the head and stalk like it was not connect to her mouth. Meanwhile, her right hand jack-hammered on the base as her left hand fondled his balls. Intensity welled up in his stomach as his balls pulled up into him. Within minutes, he came in her mouth with such force she choked and pulled back from the head. The spewing geyser continued to shot cum on her face, neck and chest. In the moonlight, the jizz shined on her creamy skin. "Oh, Eddie, you made a mess!" she pouted wiping some cum from her cheek with the back of her hand. "Call me Colin tonight. Just like I call you Bette," Colin replied already feeling his hard on coming back. "And baby, you look beautiful. Don't wipe it off." Her blue eyes twinkled with the mischief. Reaching down, she tried to grab his cock again, but he flipped her over in the grass. She giggled as he fumbled with the fabric of her dress. Finding the wet little hole, he buried his cock in her as deep as he could go. Her pussy held no resistance as the hollow was slippery with her excitement. Legs wrapped around his waist, he pounded into her over and over again. Moaning and screaming his name, she pulled up chunks of grass tossing it in her ecstasy. The slopping wet cunt began to clench and release quickly as cum coated his pubic hair. Her pussy squeezed a final time before her entire body went limp. Pulling out, he blew his wad all over her soaking her spread thighs. Relaxed, he starred up at the stars when a shadow blocked his view. The red curls seemed to turn into snakes as hatred filled huge green eyes. "What are you doing Edward?" Eva screamed starring at the other girl's cum covered body. "That is suppose to be me!" Colin scrambled from the ground trying to get dressed. Eva, in her rage, picked up one of the smaller garden statues and buried it onto his Rita's skull. The split made a sickening wet cracking sound. Rita gurgled and spit out blood. He backed away as Eva repeatedly drove the marble into Rita's head. Soon her beautiful Bette Davis like face was nothing but a pile of brain, blood and bone chips. Her pale body twitched as the final signs of life escaped the pain. Eva dropped the stone and turned to Colin. Starring at her wild eyes and blood soaked dress, he felt like he was separating from his body. Dizziness came over him as he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was sitting on the floor holding photographs. Looking at the black and white faces, he saw the beautiful Rita smiling back at him. The power of her expression made him retch on the floor. His head swam as he positioned on all fours vomiting until he was completely empty. Sitting back, he began to talk himself down. "It was only a dream. It was only a dream. It was only a dream." As he spoke he heard the floor creaked a few feet away from where he sat. He could feel her presence before he looked up at her approach. "I'm still your number one girl. Aren't I, Colin? Aren't I?" Inheritance My name is Layla Jones. I'm tall and lean, with tanned skin and blonde hair that hangs down to my mid-back. I have pouty lips, sparkling blue eyes, and a cup size of 34C. I'm nineteen years old, and while I go to college, it's so close to my house that my parents didn't see a need to pay for dorm expenses. So I live at home. I actually don't mind living at home. My parents are really cool. Jane, my mother, is a beautiful forty year old that looks almost exactly like me and is young without the aid of Botox or plastic surgery. My father Harry is forty-three, and a successful business man. He runs daily, keeping himself in shape, and he's very handsome. He has a strong jawline, slightly graying short brown hair, and laughing brown eyes. In fact, my parents are so awesome that all my friends just love them. One of my best friends, in fact, repeatedly tells me how much she wants to bang my dad, and one of my ex-boyfriends told me once how much he'd love to suck my mom's clit. Naturally, I brushed them off. They're my parents—how could I ever see them that way? ************************************* This weekend my mother is out of town, going shopping in New York City with her best friend. She insisted I stay home with Dad tonight (a Saturday) to make sure he doesn't get lonely. Sigh. I'd much rather be at a party, but there's really nothing I can do about it. I don't spend time with my father, though, as Mom ats me to do. Instead I hang out in my room, reading and talking to the few people that are online. I catch up on some homework and take a shower, but by eight o'clock I'm extremely bored. I go downstairs and fix myself something to eat, and, seeing my father watching football in the den, decide to head back upstairs. I hate football. It's nine o'clock by the time I get so bored I can't stand it. I go downstairs, willing to subject myself to football if it means talking to someone. I walk in the den, though, and don't see beefy guys running around on a field. Instead, I see, with great horror, two girls having sex in a sauna, and my father's hard cock pulsing in his hand. I gasp and back away, tripping over a floorboard. My father, hearing my fall, turns his head and looks at me. His eyes are glazed in that way that guys get when they're experiencing pleasure. I've learned all the tricks, so I know how they get that way. "Layla," He says slowly, looking alarmed. I stare at him, eyes wide. My father, masturbating? Couldn't he have waited until I was asleep, at least? This is traumatizing. He starts to speak again, but his gaze travels downward, and rivet on my lower body. Horrified, I follow his gaze and see that my short skirt has flown up from when I fell, and now my entire lower region, white thong included, is in sight. My father stands up, quickly and before I canreact, and approaches me. He picks me up by the arm roughly and my hand touches his cock as I rise. It's hot and fleshy. And huge. He must have at least eight inches on him, when hard. "Dad, what are you doing?" I say, frantic, as he pulls me towards the couch. He sits me down and rests next to me, looking at me inquisitively. "Layla, you've grown into a beautiful, sexy young woman." My mouth forms a little O at his words. The girls on the screen moan as they fuck eachother, and my father watches them for a minute before turning back to me. He groans and pushes me down on the cushions, pinning me down with his body on mine. I feel his hard dick on my leg and I scream. What the fuck is he doing? He's my father! He presses his hand against my mouth and mutters, "Shut up, bitch," in my ear. He starts to kiss my neck, making his way to my lips, as I twist and fight him. Just before he can kiss me, I turn my head. This angers him. "Bitch, you do as your father tells you." He slaps me across the face, and a tear slips out of my eye. He kisses me angrily, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I stay still, not believing that my father is frenching me. This is surreal. He grabs a handful of my breast and squeezes it painfully. "I gotta fuck you, Layla. You're too sexy and I'm too horny. I gotta fuck you." He rips my shirt away, exposing my nipple, and licks it. I curse myself for not putting a bra on. He pulls away my skirt, and soon enough my thong disappears as well. "Daddy, no, please don't do this." I cry, as he's preparing his hard dick to enter me. He moans. "Call me Daddy again, bitch. Call me Daddy." I scream as his hard, long dick is in me, pushingup farther than I thought possible. He pumps me for a couple minutes, with me screaming in fear, anger, pain and hatred all the while, but he doesn't stop. He pulls out a few minutes later, and I sigh in relief, thinking that he'd realized the horror of what he'd done, but he just enters me again, harder and faster this time. As much as I fight it, my body betrays me. His rough hands on my nipple, my clit, are stimulating me, and his hard dick on my g-spot is making my eyes roll back in my head. Before I know it, I'm not screaming from horror anymore, but from pleasure. "Do you like this, baby girl? Do you like Daddy fucking you?" He grunts. "Yessss, oh my god, fuck me Daddy! Harder! I love your hard dick inside me! Daddy! Ohhh fuck me, fuck me . . ." My hips rise to meet his intrusion, and my moans come louder. A warmth and unbelievable pleasure in forming inside me, and I know it's only a matter of seconds before I cum. Daddy cums before me. His hot sperm fills my womb up, touching every corner of it. In the end, that's what makes me go over the edge. He slumps over me. We lay there in silence for a few minutes, breathing hard. He gently caresses my nipple, with I trace circles in his muscular back. "Baby girl, my baby girl," He says, "Get down on the floor. Daddy has something he wants to show you. One last thing." The full details of what just unfolded not having hit me yet, I quickly comply. Daddy stands over me, his cock still hard, and holds it in his huge hands. "What are you going to do to me, Daddy?" I say, my voice tempting and sexy. "Baby, you'll love it. Just wait and see." A minute passes, and suddenly, he moans and throws his head back. A stream of golden liquid squirts from the head of his dick and down, to land on my stomach. I gasp at the feeling of his hot, spent piss on me. It's so unbelievably naughty and erotic. My pussy begins to throb. "Oh, yes, Daddy, I love your hot piss on me . . . Squirt it on my cunt, please, squirt it on my cunt and make me cum again." I moan loudly, lifting up my hips as his stream of piss is directed at the blooming pink flower of my clit. ************************************** I lay in bed that night, totally at a loss for what happened. I fucked my own father. I can't believe it. I should go to hell. It felt simply amazing, yes, but it's sinful and wrong and perverted. I can't believe I let myself do that. And to cum from his cock! If his having entered me wasn't enough, it turned me on! I decide to tell my mother. She should know, and decide what to do with not only him, but with me. I'll wait until the next weekend, when my father is out of town, to tell her. To be continued . . . Inheritance Hi all, this is my first attempt at story. If it's well received I'll get to work on the next bit. My English is not so good so please best with the spelling and grammar. Hope you enjoy it. Any feed back is welcome! Death is a funny thing. I didn't know the man who just died but he had married my mother after I had left home. I had fallen out with my mother just after my father died. Now some eight years later my mother and step father had both died in a car crash. Now my mother was successful in her own rights and had become financially independent of her new partner Ethan, but Ethan was apparently quite the business man. As the only living relative of my mother and Ethan I inherited both there estates. My mother left this world leaving me a cool £2.1 million and Ethan bless him left me his night club. At the reading the solicitor was less than helpful with any more details but kept telling me I should go and see the club for my self. So I did. I drove to London and found my new club Bar Joe's or BJ's as I would soon come to call it. To say the entrance was suitable would be a lie. A door with a neon sign above it in the Soho area of London. The club was open by the time I got there the bouncer stopped me on the door. 'Let me se your the pass man, or you can't enter'. 'Sorry' I said 'my name is Paul Houton and I believe I own this club'. 'Sorry boss be seein you later' as he opened the door for me. I stepped inside, opulence fuck me I thought as young woman stepped toward me. 'Mr Houton? I'm Penny Coyne and I think you will have some questions. Follow me to your apartment'. I couldn't help but notice the fine figure that Penny had. Long blonde hair that came to the middle of her back, a fine shapely ass and long legs, and a well endowed set of breasts. Looking back over her shoulder 'this is your London residence'. Inside was like a hotel suite, Penny perched her self on the edge of a desk. 'I'm your PA and the deputy club manager. I run the day to day dealings of the club and a few other interests you have, but more of that later. Here is my contract, signed with Ethan, if you want to amend it any way I'm sure it can be mutually beneficial'. As Penny crossed her legs she exposed her stocking tops and garter support. She knew I was looking. 'I suggest you read the contract for me before you do anything else. I'm extension 2 on the phone. See you soon Sir.' I picked up the document Penny left out on the desk as she swayed out of my apartment. Reflecting on the last week I had become millionaire club owner, acquired a London flat and now employed a smoking hot PA. Returning my attention to Penny's contact I opened the first page and was taken a back by the first sentence, I submit, wilfully and wholly, to your bidding. I am owned and controlled by you (Paul Houton). I picked up the phone and pressed two. 'Penny, a word please' 'Yes Sir' came the reply. Penny shut the door behind her 'Sir?' she enquired. 'Penny what are you?' I quizzed her. 'Yours to command, as soon as you sign the contract' 'Leave' I commanded her. I sat up all night and read everything twice through. It would appear that essentially Penny was contracted to serve me and do as I required, regardless of the request. She couldn't say no. I called Penny in the next morning. 'Ethan was a very clever business man was he not? From what I can gather you where his rival and he bought you out promising you a deputy mangers job. But you didn't read the contract did you? And now you turn tricks for me. Tell me Penny does this club make a profit?' 'It makes post tax £75000 a month.' 'Good now what do I pay you for your services?' '£3000 a month for a contract length of 5 years' 'Hmm, and you are 3 years in to that and according to my staff roster your 27 years old, so what I propose is a generous promotion and pay rise but I want a longer contract from you Penny. What I'm offering is £8000 a month, the club manager's job and a 10 year contract. Do you agree?' 'Those are indeed generous terms sir, would the rest of the fine print remain? 'Yes Penny everything remains the same' 'Then I agree' she said as she bent over to sign the document. I took the opportunity to feel her breasts, it took her by surprise but she soon recovered, 'sorry sir continue' she said. I began to firmly kneed her tits, they were soft and beautifully shaped and a nice golden brown colour. I told her to remove her blouse and bra. 'This is your test to see if you can work me. Open your mouth' I said. She did so. I spat a mouth full of my spit in to her mouth. 'Swallow' I saw her gag but she managed it. I took my now hard cock out. 'I'm sure you know what to do with this Penny' I said as I guided her mouth to my hard on. She sank to her knees and began to bob her mouth up and down on me. Her pace was slow but she was managing to take a lot of me so I pushed her head down. She tried to fight me off; I pulled her mouth off me and slapped her face she gasped in surprised I doubt she had been treated like that by Ethan. I pushed her down again she took it all but still gagged. I was controlling her pace now as I held her hair and moved her head up down my cock. Her throat was becoming more accommodating now and her gagging was less often. I was close to cumming. I pulled her head off my straining cock just in time. A long thick spurt erupted from cock and landed on her Pennys face, covering her left eye, her nose and right check. More cum pumped from now waning cock and her face was dripping with my seed. Clean me I instructed her. Penny went about lapping at my dick till was I satisfied. I patted her head like she was a puppy 'out'. Penny left the office with my cum dripping from her face. The club was making even more profit under Penny's management, which left me more time to enjoy my wealth and freedom from work. I enjoyed being club owner I would often sit in the VIP area on Friday night and wine and dine the rich and famous. It was blissful. It was one such night that met a man called Stan. Apparently Stan was a mover and shaker in the world of porn, both acting and directing. We got talking and soon the club was being locked up around us by Penny. I invited Stan up to apartment and told Penny that I wanted the books settling for night before she left. I caught Stan checking Penny out, I smiled to myself. A plan was forming. Stan and I were talking I buzzed Penny at her desk. 'Please come through Penny' she entered my office and Stan, now quite drunk, immediately stopped talking and walked over to Penny, I guess he was going to try his best yanks moves on her. 'Don't bother, I said. This whore will do any thing I tell it. Won't you penny?' 'Yes sir' came the obedient reply. Stan just looked at me with amazement. 'Penny take off your top and skirt' Penny did as she was told'. She was stood in her high heels, stocking and suspenders. Her chest was pushed up and out. I insisted she wore a bra one size to small to enhance the cleavage. 'Stan the rules are that there are no rules ok bud? Whatever you want to do just do it'. No sooner had I finished speaking Stan was naked and enjoying Penny's body. He was spanking her ass, it amused me to see Penny distressed like this. I was sat on my sofa and I invited Stan to sit opposite me. Stan was now fucking Penny's mouth with his fingers; tears were running down Pennys face as Stan was continually making her gag and wretch. 'Here Stan watch this' I said 'Penny, get your face off my friends fingers and crawl here.' Penny did as commanded. She crawled over on her hands and knees, her eyes looking at the floor. She reached me and sat back on heels. I removed her bra and much to Stan's pleasure her tits were released. 'Oh man lets fuck her up!' he shouted excitedly. I reached in to trouser pocket and retrieved a biro pen and proceeded to write on her. 'Cock hole' on her top lip, 'slap here' on her tits and ass, 'fuck my cunt' on her stomach. Stan was itching to get his cock into Penny. I was slapping her tits as Stan slammed his cock into Penny's pussy. I enjoyed her mouth as she got fucked from behind. Stans was really slapping Pennys ass hard now, her screams were muffled by my cock deep in her throat. 'Swap' I instructed. Penny turned 180 I plunged my dick into her Pussy as Stan ploughed his cock into Pennys throat. She was clearly struggling to take his pace as fucked her face and slobber was soon hanging from her chin and tits. Stan took great pleasure in scooping it up and rubbing it around her face, soon she glistening with it. He started to intermittently stop fucking her mouth and start slapping her face with his cock. Black mascara was running down Pennys face as the oral onslaught continued. 'Man I never fuck fucked a British ho like this before, and I've had me some fine nasty American pussy holes, but this piece of ass is the best I ever ran my cock through' Stan said as he spit on Pennys face. Soon we both began to flag in fucking and we started to feel the urge to cum. I grabbed a near by glass of vodka and smiled at Penny as I said 'Me and Stan are going to make you sperm cocktail'. I spat in the glass as much saliva as I could get and then passed it to Stan who did the same. By know Penny was on her knees and alternately sucking one cock and then the other. We soon came and aimed our loads in the glass which was now a foul mixture of cum, spit and vodka. We sat down to watch Penny struggle with her drink she didn't look to impressed but she was gently persuaded by my titty slaps and she forced it down amid a lot retching. A few days passed, I was at my desk looking through the profit margins when the phone rang. It was Stan, 'hey bro what's going down?' I laughed at the irony and replied 'funny you should ask I'm enjoying a nice deep blow job from our favourite little whore at the moment' 'Bad time, I can ring back later?' Stan continued 'Nah she's happy on her knees, what can I do for you?' 'I've been thinking about Penny and want her for a blowbang/bukkake movie I'm about make. It would be easy work for her, is got some bondage and bdsm in it. She would be restrained while about 15/20 men fuck her head and then cum on her face. They'll be more cum shots though the film crew is all male and they don't get paid much so I keep 'em sweet by letting them blow there load on the girl.' 'Oh ok' I replied 'so what's the deal, what you offering?' 'She's not a contract girl so we can do some off the books deals. I was thinking £500,000 up front plus 20% of the sales.' 'Well the monies good but who am I going to fuck while she's away with you? 'I guessed you'd be pissed she was away so how about you come over to LA, to my studio? You can see Penny in all the action and I'll get you some action? How about that? Its all set for Monday all you got to do is bring yourself and Penny's mouth' 'It's a deal, see you then!' As the phone went down I shot my load down Penny's throat. 'We are going to LA Penny' Monday came and I was in the studio. I told Penny that me and Stan where just going fuck her again and that we wanted to tie her up. She wasn't suspicious, until the gang came in the room. 'What the fuck is this?' she cried. I told her the story. She refused until I said she would be in breach of her contract with me and that she would have to pay all her wages back. She soon backed down and the gang ran the train on her mouth. Penny was face down on table spread eagled and naked soon the members of the gang were fucking her face like it was a pussy hole drool and spit was dripping from her mouth and still they fucked her face. An Hour and a half later it was time to cum. 30 men all wanked over face, soon her face was covered and her eyes were glazed shut with cum. I was so horny at what I had just seen; Stan must have sensed what I was thinking. 'Now I said you would have something to fuck out here. And here she is. This is my PA and former porn star, Roxy Hard and there isn't nothing she hasn't done she fill your boots my friend' Roxy was on her knees, hands tied behind her back and dressed as a school girl. My cock was hard in an instant. 'Sir I've been naughty, I need to be punished. Can you punish me Sir? Do whatever you think will teach me to be a good girl sir?' Stan winked at me 'Help your self to stuff in the trunk' and walked out the room. Inheritance "Alright class dismissed. Ladies and gentlemen I would like to remind you that the deadline to submit your essay will be next Monday, please be punctual, or we shall meet again in this class the next semester." With that, the brunette lecturer briskly turned and exited the lecture hall. Jason couldn't help but to have his eye following her image until her presence disappear from the hall. Days had been mundane, and everything more or less remains stagnant since high school. Jason had been in college for one year now, and he was not sure whether he was enjoying himself. Academic performance and difficulties do not appear on the line in Jason's books. But interaction with another human felt harder than mining coal with a plastic spoon. With such pathetic skills in relating to others, Jason is still amazing that life had been kind to him, he never really got bullied or given any hard time throughout his life, it had been a long smooth and boring sail his whole life. Jason started to pack up his bag, tucking his notes and computer into his bag, and headed to the car park. The campus ground is vibrant with life; youth is shining as bright as the noon sun. The jocks from football club are showing off their enticing physique, trying to win over the heart, or more. Jason quickened up his pace, hopped into his car. Immediately after he closed his car door, high phone rang, the display of his phone showing 'dad'. Joshua Finn, Jason's father, had always been Jason's role model. Jason could almost remember every single word from his father ever since his memory is formed as a child. Being the CEO of a real estate company, his speech had always been presidential, filled with authority and somewhat magically captivating. Never once in his life Jason is able to turn away when his father speaks. His word was like a magnet and his audience the metal piece; it is almost natural and soothing to listen to him. "Hello dad how's your day?" "I'm good, buddy. Look, I need you to drop by my office, there's something really important that I need to tell you, we'll talk about it when you arrived. See you, son." Jason entered through the main glass door of the office, and was immediately greeted warmly by the lady at the reception. "Mr. Finn, your father is expecting you, please follow me." Jason found himself blushing uttered his greeting, looking at the gorgeous receptionist. She led him to his father's office and was greeted by another even more gorgeous lady, sitting next to his father's office. "Hi, you must be Jason. I'm Rebecca, your father's secretary. You father often speaks very highly of you." Jason found himself looking at a being, even more perfect than the one that lead him. Jason was swallowing hard at this point, eyes feasting on the lady in front of him, standing at 170cm, auburn silky hair tied up into a bun; a pair of 36D breast tightly wrapped up in a white blouse, showing ample amount of cleavage, with her dark lacy bra too difficult to go unnoticed beneath her faint color blouse, with an almost see through texture; her full and rich buttocks held in place by a knee high straight skirt in crimson red; finished with a pair of slender and extremely long legs cloaked under black nylon. Jason could not help but to feel a certain body part drawing more blood than usual. And an uncomfortable bulge at his groin is becoming visible. He frantically lower his backpack in attempt to cover his member, not wanting to show a lack of manners. Jason was sure for a split second, he saw something different from Rebecca's face; an expression he was not accustomed to. She opened the door and brought Jason into his father's office. His father was standing by the full length glass window, gazing down at the heartbeat of the town, from 20 stories above the ground; slowly sipping the caffeine he held in his hands. "Sir, Jason is here." Rebecca broke the silence. Joshua turned around and greeted his son with a smile. Joshua is somewhat in his 50s', standing tall at the height if 180cm, very well-built for his age, not even a trace of pot belly, thick eye brows, a mane of pepper and salt brown hair and a pair of large glassy blue eyes. Rebecca excused herself and left the Finn's in the room. Jason casually sat down at his father's desk. Joshua, walked toward his desk, put down his coffee mug, sat down and opened his drawer, retrieving a clear crystal flask, with a bright silvery content almost with the color and consistency of mercury. The content were reluctantly at rest, swirling in its container slowly showing signs of life; the crystal of the flask, reflecting and refracting the surrounding light, displaying image of iridescence. "Son, the time is ripped, and you are moving into adulthood and shall bear the secrets of our family." Jason listened in disbelieve, never in his life he would have thought there were secret kept in this family. "This secret that I now pass down to your as your father, in the same you shall pass down to your future descendants likewise when they reach adulthood. No one shall ever put these secrets into written words, but only verbally, from father to child.'' His father instructed sternly, followed by a whole long list of twenty ingredients and the brewing steps. "Now, drink this." his father handed him the chemical filled flask. Jason found his stomach churning, with a tornado of emotion inside himself. A huge part of him is paralyzed in fear, of the unknown, mysterious and hazardous looking chemical in the flask; the remaining part of his person knew he could not disobey his father. He took the flask, opened it and finished it in a gulp. The solution is cold and minty, with a tinge of sweet and sour. Immediately, Jason felt different, it is as if the fog in front of his eyes clear, and the world now look extremely clearer compared to a few seconds ago. "Are you alright son?" Joshua asked. "I'm great dad, I feel awesome." Jason replied. "7 generations ago during the Great Witch Hunt, our ancestor Eric Finn saved one of the witch that the people intended to burn to death. In return, the witch married him and contributed to our bloodline, her name is Elizabeth Scarlet. They lived happily ever after in a small and remote village. Before her life came to an end, she revealed her secret to her children at her death bed, teaching her blood and flesh her recipe of the Potion of Persuasion. And from thereafter, this secret had been passed down from generation to generation, and now from me to you." Joshua paused slightly for his son to absorb the bizarre information. "Dad, you mean the silvery solution you gave me is the potion? Why are you doing this? What monster have you turned me into?!" Jason is speaking in a rather angry tone now. To his surprise, he never once raise his voice against his father, he was surprise where the courage arise from. "Son, I know it's a bit difficult to digest all that I had just thrown at you. Take your time, don't rush it." Joshua was trying to remedy the damage done. Jason felt cheated, betrayed. He stormed out the office, ran to his car, and drove off home. During his journey home, images of all the great things he was enjoying was given by his father, he began to regret to have behaved in such rude manner earlier on. Without him even realizing, he was speeding at 160 km/hour in his deep thoughts, only coming back to focus when he heard the siren. When he looked at his meter, 160km/h, "oh great" he thought. A traffic patrol police officer signaled Jason to pull over. Jason winded down his windows and tried hard to look calm. "Yes? Officer?" he asked nervously, clearly knowing the indication of him being stopped. "Sir, your speed was 160km/h on the detector; may I have your driving license please?" The police replied politely. "Look, officer today is a really bad day, I don't mean to break the law, and I had always been a law abiding citizen, so could you just ignore everything and let me go?" Jason is once again surprise by his our speech, he had been speaking against his timid nature since he drank the potion. He instantly regret after the words left his mouth. "I guess you are right, we all have our bad days. Doesn't speed again will ya? Here's your license." The police officer handed Jason his identification document. Jason received his license totally dumbfounded. "I...I got away?? Really?" he felt his mind screaming in excitement. Still puzzled, Jason drove home and took a shower. Things were running through his mind fast like a supersonic jet; ten millions images per minute. He walked out of the shower, still trying to rearrange his thoughts, put on his bathrobe and then walked to the kitchen to get a drink. His doorbell rang, he attended to his door and his eyes widened. It was the stunning Rebecca he met in his father's office earlier in the afternoon. The gorgeous lady gave him a warm smile and handed him an envelope. "Jason, please. Your father didn't mean to hurt you, please believe me, he is very sorry." Jason could barely hear more than two words out of the whole sentence, all his brain could perceive is that this sexy being in perfect curves, and her full and juicy lips moving, motioning in a way similar to human speaking. Jason begin to feel his member down south jumping up to attention, his tool is so occupied now it is almost painful. "P...Please, come in." Jason stammered and blushed. Rebecca took a sit and was intensely looking at Jason while he studied the card from his father. "Jason, please, I cannot think of any way to make this easier, but the truth will be the truth. With the power of the potion, you will be like me, able to manipulate the mind of other living things. All, except those who have the same magic. I know you are angry, but I have no bad intention. Please come back home, my son. Love, dad" Jason closed his eyes and rearranged his thoughts, apart from introducing something new to him, his father did not really do any harm to him; his father had been giving unconditionally since he is born. Jason now felt the shame of his misbehavior. "Are you alright?" Rebecca expressed her concern. "Ya I'm fine. Thank you for delivering this card. It means a lot to me. Sorry for the inconvenience." Jason folded the card back into the envelope. Rebecca replied gracefully "Nothing feel better than mending a broken relationship". "I'm sorry, I should have gotten you a drink; forgive me for my lack of manners. Is coffee ok?" Jason stood up, walked towards the coffee bar. "Coffee will be nice, thanks" Rebecca replied. "Please make yourself at home." Jason set up the machine and started the brewing. Rebecca walked around the living room, looking at the photos on the wall and those on the shelves. Jason couldn't help but noticed that her feline movements and her voluptuous body blend in harmony. "Such a perfect woman." Jason thought to himself. Rebecca turned around, looked at him in his eyes and smile broadly. "Oh gosh, she is looking at me, her lips, so luscious, I so wanna kiss her". Jason could help but to let his fantasy kick in a little. Rebecca still remained her eye contact with Jason, walked towards him swiftly and planted a kiss on Jason's lips. "OOOHH my gawd... It's happening!" Jason felt that his brain is vibrating in his skull. Rebecca started gently, then subsequently feeding her tongue through Jason's lips. Jason wrapped her into his arms and embraced her kiss. "She's such a beautiful things, I want to make lover to her." Jason is now submerged in love or maybe pure lust. Rebecca broke the kiss and said, "Why don't you bring me to your room instead?" With that, Jason scooped her up and ran her into his room. He put her gently on his bed, and she kissed him again, this time even with more passion, and growing lust. She wrapped around his chest and rolled him over onto his bed. Sitting on his tummy, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing the black lacy bra underneath. Jason swallowed hard when the perfect pair of globes on Rebecca's chest wall came into picture. Jason stretched out both of his hands, and placed them on her tits. Immediately he could feel her warmth and the heavenly texture of her breast. "Ummm, I like the way you touch me. Strip me naked, my love." Jason sat up, with Rebecca still sitting on him, unclasp her bra, and buried his face into her cleavage. He could feel her heartbeat, two mound of flesh, soft and wool, smooth as silk, as if there are two bags of cream wrapped in baby skin; her nipple stood proudly and firmly like bullets. Jason licked them deeply and placed his lips on her areolar. "Oh my gaaawd, that feels so good!" Jason gave a considerable amount of attention to both the globes, and then he picked her up and pinned her on the bed, unbuckling her skirt, he saw a lacy black thong, matching with her previous bra, now on the floor. Evidently there was a patch of dampness over the lace covering her sex. Jason's hand travelled from her breast down to her rib cage, slowly down to the sides of her abdomen, and then her hips. Rebecca responded to his tease, thrust her hips forward slightly. With her approval, Jason hooked the band of her thong and slowly pulled down the fabric, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy, light pinkish lips glistering with her signs of excitement. Jason spread her legs wider, and buried his tongue into Rebecca's sex. With the first lick, Rebecca screamed and rammed her sex into Jason's face, spreading her legs even wider instinctively. Taking the as a welcoming sign, he tease her more over her labia and over her thigh, avoiding her opening and her clitoris. Rebecca moaned, with her love juice flooding Jason's face. Progressively, Jason jet his tongue through her opening and she let out a yelp of pleasure. He could Rebecca's orgasm building quick. He spread her labia further and exposed her ruby beneath the hood. Slowly he inserted one of his finger to her now soaking wet tight cunt. She cooperatively followed his pace and impaled herself onto his fingers. Jason inserted his second finger and quickened up his pace. With the limited knowledge he acquired over the internet regarding female anatomy, Jason explored the woman on his bed, in search of the great G-spot. As he slowly massaged her inner wall, he reached a spot that made her shiver, he pursued on and observed Rebecca's reaction intensely. Her face grimaced, almost wrinkling all of her face muscles, but she showed no signs of wanting to stop, not even closed to that. Jason continued on his massage, simultaneously licking hard on her clitoris. Within seconds, Rebecca clamped shut her legs, almost crushing Jason's head, her whole body started to convulse, her skin now flushed with the raging blood flow within, giving a sharp dark pink complexion on her milk white skin. Her love juice was flooding onto Jason face like a broken water dam. Jason tried to suck up all the sweet and musky nectar she was offering, but the amount was just too much for him, smeared over all his face. Rebecca did not stop for a good couple of minutes, before she went limp on the bed. Her two magnificent globes still heaving on her panting chest wall. She was drenched in her own sweat, with few stranded of her hair sticking to her forehead; her eyes gentle closed, breathing deeper and deeper now, reminiscing the strongest orgasm she ever experience. Jason had never seen something as such, but his human instinct told him, he just gave Rebecca one of the best orgasm she'd ever had. He climbed up towards her and gently kissed her on her lips; she opened her eyes and greedily respond to her man. She sucked hard and seemed to enjoy her own scent and taste on Jason's lips. "Baby, I've never cum so hard before in my life, you are awesome." She kissed Jason again on his forehead. "I'm just glad you love it, it's so beautiful seeing you cum." He pressed forward nibbling her earlobes. Rebecca sat up and saw the top of her nylon stocking soaked with her own love juice, she tried to remove them but Jason stopped her from the act. "Sweetie, please keep them on. I have a little something for women in stockings." Jason slowly removing her hands. Rebecca gave out a mischievous grin. She pushed Jason into lying and started undressing him. "This is way too much mister, you made me into this wet mess while you are still handsomely and fully dressed up, and do you think it is fair?" She untied his bath robe, and pulled down his boxers, and was immediately greeted by his erected member. Jason might not be anything near Adonis figure, but he knew he have a nice cock from his visit to the gym. He might not have the longest cock, but the thickness is commendable, with angry veins festooned around it. Rebecca wrapped her fingers around his huge tool, with her eyes widely staring. "Jason, you are so huge, I...i... I'm not sure..." Without finishing her sentence, she took a deep lick from the base to the tip of his penis, lapping up his generous amount of precum. Jason almost ejaculated there and then sense Rebecca's soft slippery tongue on his cock. But the will of wanting more strengthen his perseverance. Rebecca took him into her mouth, with both little hands holding the remaining shaft out of her mouth. She sucked on his member hungrily, at the same time stroking his shaft. She inserted him deeper and deeper until Jason could hear her gag. "Baby, don't... stop..." Jason uttered. She sucked even harder, almost trying to empty him. Jason felt his heart pounding, followed by a tingling sensation on his thighs, and his balls tighten; he knew he was really closed now. "Becky, I'm gonna cuuuummm!" Rebecca tightened her grip and quickened her pace. Jason felt his anus clamped down and he exploded into Rebecca's wet oral chamber. She tried to swallow as fast and possible, but the volume and speed was just too much for her to handle. A few streaks dribbled down her chin. She found herself licking the remnants of his sweet love seeds. Jason drew her close to himself and gave her a rib crushing hug. She gasped and started nibbling the skin over Jason's neck. Jason looked into the mirror and saw the lust in his own eyes; the smooth long and slender back of Rebecca, now within his arms. He knew he was in total control; his father was telling the truth about this family secret, and he was beginning to get used to this new found power of his. He swept his hand down, brushing down Rebecca's back, reach her bare buttocks, gently giving her a squeeze; with another hand flexed into a pointing finger, imaginarily writing his name on Rebecca's bare back, claiming her for himself, as a trophy. Jason held the back of her neck, slowly placing his nose onto her head, taking up her scent, and increasing his own blood flow. "Becky, I want to be inside you, I want you so badly." Rebecca locked her wrists around Jason neck and replied. "Then wait no more, for tonight I'm all yours. Find pleasure in me, use me like your sex toy, like your private slut." Jason carried her up and placed her on the pillows, Rebecca automatically spread with invitation, still glistering wet, giving out her sexy and musky scent, and filling up the room. Jason found himself very hard again; he took her invitation and started to brush the tip of his cock at her wet pink lips. Rebecca squeaked in excitement, rhythmically pushing herself downwards to meet Jason's eight incher. Jason spread her labia slightly and advanced his member a little more, spreading her lips even wider; slowly and steadily he pushed his cock inch by inch into her soaking we pussy. She was warm, wet and tight; a combination so perfect Jason found it difficult to put into description. Inch by inch Jason saw himself disappearing into Rebecca, and finally he reached her cervix and she let out a yelp. Jason tensed up every single muscle and buried deep inside his companion. Inheritance "Oh my god, you filled me up completely. I've never felt so full inside me before!" Jason could almost feel her lust overflowing into the room. Jason waited until she was more accustomed to his length, then he slowly withdrew 2 inch, and rammed all the way in. That sent Rebecca into a screaming of incomprehensive words. Jason continued to thrust in a piston movement, with Rebecca synchronizing to his rhythm, their body paced like a well-practiced orchestra recital. Beads of sweats became more evidence over Rebecca's brow, her face now grimacing into the similar feature Jason experience a short while ago; her skin flushed like a hot coal. Jason knew she was paper thin away from her sky collapsing experience. He thrust into her a few more times harder an firmer, and she began convulsion, screaming his name at the top of her lungs, gripping his cock hard with her pussy, flooding the base of his cock and his balls with her nectar - she came, with intensity beyond of any scale in human measurements. The once in a lifetime scene was the last straw for Jason; a final fracture of a cracked dam. He could feel the waves inside him furious for an escape. He thrust forward, as deep as he could, his tip kissing onto her cervix, and started shooting his creamy essence, smearing her whole sex with what used to be a part of him, flooding her whole pussy, overflowing out of her lips. Jason weakened, collapsing onto his woman, vigorously catching his breath, still slightly twitching insider her wetness. He gently kissed her on her neck. They remained as one for what seemed eternity, opened their eyes and stared into each other with passion. "Jason, thank you so much. I'm not sure whether I can have anything as such ever again." Her small hand caressing his face. "I'm glad it is you who took my virginity." Jason slipped out of Rebecca with much reluctance, scooped her up and walked into the bathroom. They cleaned themselves up and Jason tucked her into bed. Jason shortly joined her in her dreams. Rays of the morning sun started to penetrate through the curtains. Jason woke up, gave a peck over the forehead of the lovely woman lying next to him. He walked into his kitchen and made himself a coffee, walked to the window and enjoyed the gallery of nature, the morning breeze. On the low branches of a tree, he saw a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon; the opposite tree, held a nest, a bird hatching from its egg shell. Jason inhaled deeply and welcomes his new found destiny. Inheritance and Discovery It all started when my younger brother, John Edwards, died. He had given my wife a ride to see her dentist when the accident happened. It wasn't John's fault. He had the green light, it looked safe to enter the intersection, but it wasn't. A semi coming down the hill into town had lost its breaks. It was carrying a load of granite blocks. There was nothing the driver could do. It was over probably before my brother or wife knew that there was a problem. It turned out that the truck had just had break maintenance and one of the fittings was flawed. It fractured, leaving momentum in charge. My brother and I (George) were often mistaken for twins. Our ethnicity was mainly Scotch-Irish with a bit of Norwegian. After the funerals I found out that my brother had left me some of his most valuable collections. One, his collection of historic firearms; and two, his collection of cameras. Little did I know how much the camera collection would change my life. Some of you who have lost close relatives know the uneasy feeling you have going through your relatives most precious things. You feel a bit like a ghoul. It is an unsettling feeling. For those of you who aren't old enough to remember film cameras, the film must be sent to a place to have the latent prints turned into negatives and/or prints. It is a somewhat fussy chemical process. My brother shot many things using digital cameras, but he was very fond of film cameras. He enjoyed using older cameras where all of the exposure control was done by the photographer. It's a lot more work than using a "point and shoot" but it is more rewarding in the end. Just consider that the typical 35mm slide would be at least the equivalent of a 35 Megapixel sensor. The resolution can be breathtaking. Remember that at this time I was suffering the loss of my brother, the closest friend I had (except for my wife). On top of that I was suffering the loss of my wife of thirty-two years. My sister was suffering almost the mirror image of my loss. My wife and Amy had been best friends. Five of John's cameras had film in them. Obviously I wanted to get them developed. For normal development I use Clark film processing. However, my brother's work was usually of a very high quality. Two months after the funeral I sent the film to a professional photo finishing outfit. It was fortunate that I did. I was feeling exceptionally down on the Friday that the package of negatives and prints arrived. After a meal and a seven and seven (Segram's Seven and Seven Up) I sat down to look at the pictures. I only got to the pictures from the second camera. I had been sexually frustrated for two months now and the pictures threw me over the edge. I had to hit the bathroom and relieve my tensions. To understand the following I need to describe my sister. She had a beautiful body, a killer smile, a wonderful personality and was (in my opinion) one of the sexiest women I had ever seen in my life. I am not excluding Playboy centerfolds from that list. She is that attractive. My brother had taken thirty some, beautifully posed, nude pictures of Amy. The first pictures were simple classical nude poses. Toward the end the pictures were much more explicit. I had never seen my sister without clothes before. She was stunning! Amy has a beautiful mocha skin tone, pitch black hair, and a killer smile. She also has beautiful breasts that are the perfect size for her frame. They are either a hefty B cup or perhaps a smallish C cup. They have large areolae that are light chocolate in color: Stunning, absolutely stunning! Toward the end of the roll John had joined Amy on the bed and they had been doing an intense sixty-nine. He must have used the self timer. Wow, I needed to go to the bathroom to take care of the frustration again. I knew that I needed to keep the pictures private. But I also knew that Amy would probably want them. In the morning I phoned Amy and asked her if she would join me for dinner that evening. She immediately said yes. I told her that it was strictly casual dress. The following late afternoon Amy showed up at my door. As soon as she was there I put the T-bones on the grill, added the dressing to the Caesar salad, and broke out two bottles of good lager beer. It only took about ten minutes for the steaks to be ready. We said grace and enjoyed a good meal. It was so nice to have someone to talk to. I had forgotten how much I missed simple conversation. After desert, New York style cheesecake and coffee, I started the needed conversation. "Amy, as you know, John left me his cameras. Several of them had film in them. I had the film developed so that we would have the pictures; just in case they had things we wanted preserved. I thought you should see some of them. Are you game?" "Yes, but now that you mention it I am also a bit nervous." "Don't be, I don't find any of the pictures offensive. The camera work is excellent, as usual. I'll pour us each some more coffee and be right back with the pictures." I went to the other room and brought back all of the pictures. The special ones were on the bottom of the pile. I sat down across from Amy and started passing over the pictures. She really liked a good many of them. Then the regular pictures were gone. "I need to set the scene for the following pictures. First of all, let me remind you that I try to be a gentleman. I do not want to make you uneasy at all. For what it is worth I have always had a very soft spot in my heart for you. I just couldn't show it while we were both married. You are an exceptionally beautiful woman.. I say this because you are the subject of this last roll of film. I must say that these are some of the most beautiful pictures I have ever seen. Only I have seen these and only you and I know that they were taken. Please do not be embarrassed. You, again, are incredibly sexy." I passed the photos to Amy, one at a time and in order. After looking at all of them she had tears in her eyes. "Please don't feel uneasy, Amy. I didn't know what was on that roll. John never talked about anything that involved you. I still believe that these are the most beautiful pictures I have ever seen. I did not make second copies of these. The negatives for all of the pictures are here in this envelope. I'm giving them to you to do with them what you will. I would beg you not to destroy those last photos. John put his heart into those pictures. They show how he saw you! Again, my intent was not to embarrass you." Then, I shut up. After a few moments of silence, during which Amy reviewed her pictures, she spoke: "Tell me honestly how these pictures hit you!" "Are you sure you want an honest answer to that? I don't want to make you uneasy." "Yes." "I had to go and jerk off after seeing them. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. My wife was beautiful, and mine, but your infinitely more photogenic than she ever was; even though she worked a while as a professional model." Amy was sitting there with an inscrutable look on her face. She was obviously deep in thought. After a couple of minutes she broke the silence. "Let me ask you another question. You may choose not to answer it but I would really like an honest answer. Have you ever had any sexual fantasy about me?" I must have turned beet red because Amy was suddenly smiling at me. "Yes, I must admit that I have. However after seeing the pictures it has been an all consuming fantasy. I wouldn't have mentioned that if you hadn't asked me that particular question." "George, I have to admit that I also have had fantasies about you. Mine, however, started after John died. Remember, gals are not visually centered like guys are. We have known each other since junior high school. We have been friends for most of that time. I think that we should help each other emotionally and physically during this time of loss. What do you think?" "I think you already know how I think and what I would like. I will do anything I can to help you. I will even consent to not touch you physically if that is what you wish. I just want to help you through this time any way I can." It was my turn to shed a couple of small tears. Amy got up, came around the table, and pulled my face into her cleavage while running her hands through my hair. "I think we should stop the discussion for a while and take this thought to your bedroom, don't you." "Are you sure we won't ruin our friendship." "Dead certain! I think this could be the beginning of a long and enjoyable partnership." "How about we start out with a quick soak in my whirlpool bath?" "I didn't know you had one. Let's try it out." We went up to the master bath room and I filled the tub and turned on the pumps and heaters. With a grin, Amy said: "George, you've seen me without clothes on. It's only fair that you strip and show me what you look like." I stripped with my back to her and then turned around. Amy had a big smile on her face as she removed her clothes. As the last of her clothes came off I took her in my arms and hugged her, giving her a long deep kiss. She must have liked it because she almost became limp in my arms. We climbed into the tub and the petting became intense. We both lost track of time. "Let's get out of the tub, dry off and try out the bed." We did. It was six months from the funeral when we married. We have not forgotten what we lost, but we rejoice in what we found.