TO INHERIT A FACTORY  


   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 when 
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 Tuesday  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 100 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 why 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 walking 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 blood 
pressure 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 rise 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 wildly luxurious, 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 clean 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 grunted an 
started 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 tonight's 
party."

   "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 her 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 
openthem.  The lovely smell of her warm skin st ill 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 moonlight 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 iron hard 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 like that."

   "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 icecream 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 front of 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 
andenjoy."

   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 the back 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 by hand he had learned to do when he visited his 
grandfather's 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, am I? And this 
IS heaven, right?"

   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.