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The Gift, part five

	by Spiller

Chapter one.

	The rest of the week was terribly busy for me. Fortunately Alice was very 
proficient on the computer. By late Thursday she had arranged all our files, 
back into a workable system on our own computer. She had even put us in 
contact with a young guy, who should prove to be very good.

	Mr. Svensson and I were discussing the hackers, but we didn't seem to come 
up with any good solution. The protection programs, which the big companies 
could offer, were inefficient, and any determined teenager could bypass 
them.

	"My younger brother is studying data at the university," Alice said. "I 
heard him discuss the problem with one of his friends the other night. This 
friend, Peter, I think he was called, seemed to know a lot about it. Maybe 
we should get in touch with him."

	In many ways Peter turned out to be a most interesting young man. He could 
not safeguard us 100% at the time. Nobody could do that. The best he could 
do for a start was to provide some alert-programmes, which would sound off 
most of the times, when someone was trying to get into the system. Peter and 
two of his friends were working on some new systems, but as they had just 
finished their studies at the university, their private economies had forced 
them to take jobs, which invariably slowed them down. "Actually I'm afraid 
we may be too late with something usable, which we can sell. In stead of 
three months it may take us a year or more, and everything goes so fast in 
this business. But the banks are very reluctant when we ask them for 
financing."

	I remembered my dad's predictions about the data-business, and suddenly I 
felt very daring. "If I could provide you with an office, sufficient pay for 
you three for, say 5 or 6 months, could you come up with something good?"

	"God, that would be wonderful. I'm sure we would have something to sell 
within 3 or 4 months. What do you have in mind?"

	"Let's say we start a small business. I provide the money for 6 months, you 
three provide the work, and we own the business on a 50-50 basis."

	"If you'd be willing to finance us, I'm sure my two friends would be 
willing to accept those terms."

	A quick calculation told me that wages would run to something like 
100-120.000 dollars, and that the overall input would stay below 170.000 
dollars. Within a week we had signed up contracts, the young people had quit 
their jobs, and I was the owner of half a data company!

	I shall jump the chronology of my story on this single item: Two years 
later we had employed 30 more people. Peter and his two friends came to our 
home one evening. A major American computer company had offered 16 million 
dollars for our company. They wanted to take the offer. As in all other 
matters concerning our small company, I took their advice. We ended up 
selling for 20 million. My 170.000 had grown to 10 million in two years!

	Well, back to the week Henny left. Mary was busy all week with the 
apartment; carpenters and painters working hard to make it ready for the 
Italians. Thursday I could not help noticing how Alice had become obviously 
flirting. She even flashed me little peeks up her skirt, to show she wore 
stockings and small panties. Shortly before lunch she called me from the 
`archive'. She was standing in front of the solid table.

	"Erik, I've wondered why the lamp and that clamp were placed there. Doesn't 
seem logical."

	I looked at her. She was smiling, and she had struck a provocative pose 
with her right hand on her hip. I guessed this would be the time, so I said:

	"I'm not quite sure you'll want to know."

	"Why wouldn't I? Is it something criminal?"

	"Not criminal. But maybe not quite proper."

	"Ohh, but I like `not proper'."

	"I'll give you a clue: Henny loved to sit on that table."

	She looked at the table. For a moment she was pondering. Then she suddenly 
smiled: "Oh, dear, I get it. How lovely naughty. We should have to move the 
lamp, though. My legs are longer."

	"And prettier," I ventured, as I stepped up closer. Alice broke her pose 
and lifted her arms towards me. That first kiss was very, very exciting and 
lasted a very long time. Her big mouth was a wonder against my lips, and her 
tongue pressed its way through my teeth to massage my mouth. Her long, 
slender body felt so different in my arms, almost as if I could reach three 
times around her. When I let go of her mouth and buried my face in her neck, 
she smelled very sweet and exotic, almost like vanilla. My cock got hard 
very quickly, and I felt her rub her abdomen against it. Because of her 
height it was her cunt she rubbed against me, so I grabbed her tight ass and 
pressed her even harder against me.

	Up till now her eyes had been closed, but suddenly she opened them and 
looked directly into mine. They looked like two enormous, glittering lakes 
of greenish brown water, sparkling and penetrating under her heavy curved 
brows. When I moved my hands round to her chest to feel her small breasts, 
she smiled.

	"Not much to look for, there."

	"Mmm. I like that. I never cared much for the big ones."

	"Feel free, then. They may be small, but they love attention."

	When I had opened her blouse and started playing with her small, pointed 
breasts, Alice leaned in and kissed me again. I could feel her nipples grow 
into two hard little lumps, which I pinched lightly. I pulled back from the 
kiss because I wanted to see her breasts. They were small, all right, but 
very lovely. Pointed and firm, with aureoles which covered nearly a third of 
them, crowned with hard, round nipples. Very tempting to suck into your 
mouth.

	"I thought so," she said. "I thought you and Henny had something going, but 
she would never reveal anything, even when I asked."

	"Well, you guessed right, but only for the last 7 or 8 months."

	"Don't be embarrassed, but I could hardly wait for her to leave. I decided 
I would seduce you within a week after she left. Seems like I'm on the right 
track, doesn't it?"

	I laughed. "Oh, yes, it seems so. I'm sure you'll succeed if you apply 
yourself. I'll admit, then, that even if it was Henny, who chose you on your 
merits, I was willing to do so, just for your beauty."

	"Aahh, flatterer. I've got a few assets, but apart from that I'm just a 
skinny, middle-aged wife."

	"You've got a very beautiful and exotic face, Alice. Your eyes are large 
and very vivid, and your mouth seems to ask for a kiss all the time. I'll 
take the skinny with that, and I can hardly wait to see your legs in those 
stockings you flashed me this morning."

	"Like this?" She hiked up her skirt and threw me a provocative smile.

	For a second I was numbed. Her legs seemed never to end. Long and slender, 
encased in shiny stockings. Ultra thin panties showed her trimmed, black 
bush, framed by the black straps of her garter belt.

	"Yes, like that. God, Alice, you look terribly good. I love stockings and 
suspenders."

	"I guessed so when I noticed that Henny always wore them. Tempting?"

	I answered by kneeling in front of her while I grabbed the waistband and 
slowly pulled her panties down. The gusset was soaked through, and little 
drops were shining on her swollen, prominent cunt. Like a small hill it 
protruded under her flat, hard belly. I leaned in and fetched a drop with 
the tip of my tongue. As I brushed her clit Alice shivered. She tasted sweet 
and strong, really exciting. I pulled her panties all the way down, and 
obligingly she lifted her feet and stepped out of them. When I was standing 
again she grabbed my head and pulled me in to another of her hot, exciting 
kisses. The way she sucked and moved her lips went directly to my cock. Soon 
it was straining my slacks, pressing hard against her cunt. I felt her hands 
fumble around my belt.

	"Please, put it in right now. Put it in before I regret this."

	Quickly my slacks and shorts were on the floor. Her legs were so long that 
without bending my knees I could drive my hard cock into her.

	"Aaahhh, Alice. Your legs are wonderful and long, and your cunt is so hot 
and wet."

	"Oohhhh, Erik, I've longed for this. Please, don't move. Let me enjoy this 
for a moment." She leaned back and supported her hands on the table. I 
lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it into her waistband, leaving most 
of her body open to my eyes. Pale, almost translucent white skin, black hair 
and bush, plus her dark brown aureoles. She was a vision in almost black and 
white.

	I reached down and grabbed her thighs, lifted them up at the same time as I 
pushed her in to sit on the table, in the same movement pressing my cock the 
last inches into her, hitting bottom very hard.

	"Ouch. Oh, my God, you're big. Ohhh, this is great."

	She grabbed her ankles and pulled her heels up to rest on the edge of the 
table. "Oh, dear. Do it again. Hard. AAaaaaahhh. God, you're great."

	I fucked her hard and determined for more than five minutes. Part of the 
time she groaned and panted, and part of the time it seemed as if she was 
totally absorbed in herself. It was after such a spell of silence and 
concentration that she suddenly opened her eyes wide and panted: "Oh, God, 
it's good! You know, it's the first time I'm fucked so deep? This is so 
good. Oh, Erik, I'm coming now. I'm coming....Spurt in me. Do it, Erik, 
spurt in me."

	She almost choked, trying to be quiet through her orgasm. Her cunt was so 
hot and gushing that I couldn't hold back any more. I grabbed her ass, 
pulled her up close and spurted hard against the bottom of her. It was so 
great! For a few minutes we held each other, while our bodies slowly came 
down from the height. When I pulled out of her and reached for the paper 
napkins Alice laughed: "Oh, that's why they are there? Give me a couple, 
too."

	We brought our clothes back to office standard. Then Alice threw her arms 
round me and kissed me. "This was the best, Erik. I tell you, any time you 
want, you can drag me in here and do whatever you want."

	There was no time for `pillow-talk'; that would have to wait. The archive 
was pretty safe for a fast fuck, but we could not disappear from the office 
for a very long time, without raising suspicion.

	I unlocked the door to the office, made sure nobody was there, and soon we 
were back to routine. In the afternoon I had just finished giving Alice all 
the praise she deserved for her work on the computer, when Mary called. "Hi, 
honey, I'm in the apartment. I want you to come round to see what's been 
done so far. You know, the Italians are going to be here tomorrow." I 
promised to be there as soon as we could close the office.

Chapter two

	The apartment seemed to be teeming with people. The painter and his 
apprentice were there, the owner of the furniture shop, a plumber and an 
electrician. Plus Mary, of course. Even with 7 people there, the empty 
kitchen seemed large.

	"We needed your approval of a few things before we let the Italians loose 
tomorrow," Mary said. "Colours OK?" I nodded yes. "Lamp OK?" I looked up. A 
large, extremely beautiful copy of a Tiffany lamp had been hung from the 
ceiling. "That's where I have planned to place the glass table."

	"It's beautiful, dear, but...."

	"I know. It looks a million and it costs a million. Just imagine what it 
will look like when we're eating here."  Her smile was naughty and very 
persuasive.

	"All right, dear, let's keep it. You're probably right, nothing could look 
better. But will there be enough light?"

	The furniture dealer intervened: "The elements of the kitchen have built-in 
lamps all over, to light all working areas. By the way: I have brought you a 
gift, you might like to use: When I was packing your marble tiles the other 
day, I found these 23 blue-flamed tiles, same size and thickness." He opened 
one of the boxes, which were placed in the living room. "One of the 
carpenters who arrive tomorrow is a specialist in marble floors. If you 
leave it to him, he'll make you a very Italian and very stylish floor with 
these tiles in a pattern among the white ones."

	"Wow," Mary exclaimed, "it's getting better and better. I love them." She 
hugged the dealer and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

	In the end we agreed, that as Mary had made all other decisions about the 
kitchen, she would be the one to receive the Italians at 7 o'clock the next 
morning. There was no need for me to be there, as Mary was the only one of 
us who spoke a little French, which was the only foreign language they would 
understand.

	When they had all left we sat down for a little while. Mary told me that 
the real estate agency had called this morning. There is a potential buyer 
for our house. "Can you skip lunch tomorrow and go home? I forgot I'd have 
to be here, and I said I could be home at 12 o'clock?"

	"No problem. Alice fixed the computers today, so tomorrow will be pure 
routine. She can handle business on her own. How much time do you need here? 
Will it be OK if I set a take-over date for one month from now?"

	"That would be fine. I think we can move in here in two weeks."

	"I can hardly wait."

	"Not me either. Look at the kitchen floor. The carpenter and the plumber 
have installed floor heating. We shall be able to walk barefoot on our 
marble floor!"

	"That's luxury! All about this place is luxury!"

	"Yes, my love. Will you please take me out somewhere for supper? I haven't 
prepared anything at home."

	"Sure. Unless you are in the mood for a pizza."

	She smiled lovingly at me. "Lovely naughty you! I'm afraid I'm too 
exhausted tonight. Today has been quite hectic. But some other day I'd love 
a pizza."

	Friday morning Mary dragged me out of my sleep as she left. "Remember the 
real estate agent at 12, dear. Call me if there is any result. I bought a 
cell-phone yesterday. I left the number on the kitchen table."

	Phew. All this nest building sure sparked her efficiency. I decided to call 
my father from his heavenly whereabouts.

	"How are you, son?"

	"I'm all right, but Mary is so occupied by the new apartment that she's 
hardly here; in her mind, I mean."

	"Sure. She's doing a fine job as far as I have followed her."

	"Yeah. Good thing I've got Alice, though. She seems to be a hot number. 
Yesterday she said I could drag her into the archives and fuck her, any time 
I want to."

	"Wow. That's some offer!"

	"Yes. Let's see how much is in it. I'll take her up on her offer this 
morning. I've thought we might share her. You know, before she gets too 
familiar with my way of doing things, she might as well get familiar with 
you, too."

	"That's a very generous offer, son. I'd love that. You don't have to, you 
know. You've already given me more than any dead person deserves."

	"And you haven't been bragging, have you?"

	"Well, I have to admit I have, son."

	"As long as you can keep them off me, it's all right. I wouldn't like the 
idea of a thousand spirits looking on. By the way, what do you think of my 
small company?"

	"A splendid idea. Like I told you, it's a business which is just about to 
explode, and any medium sized software and service business can give you 
back your money five- or tenfold within a year or two."

	We talked business a little more. I asked him, if he might find a little 
information about the potential buyers of our house. I wanted to use mind 
control to get a good price, but on the other hand I did not want to rip off 
people who could not afford it. He promised to see what he could do.  "Call 
me when you're going home in your car. I might have something for you."

Then I said: "I'm horny as hell this morning. I'm going to make a pass at 
Alice before noon, but hang around in the afternoon. If she's game for a 
repeat I'll let you have my body. I'll hang around to watch you, in case she 
wants me to do what you've done, at a later date."

	"That's fine, son. I'll be on the alert."

	At the office the first couple of hours were quite busy, because plans for 
two new products were on the drawing board, and we had to provide estimates 
for some of the planned parts. At half past ten I told Alice that I had to 
go home during lunch hours to meet the prospective buyers of our house. "I'm 
sorry, because I had looked forward to the lunch-break, especially since 
yesterday."

	"Well, Sir, what's wrong with `before lunch'.....or `after lunch'?"

	"Or before and after lunch?"

	"Oh, dear, might be delightful, in my humble opinion."

	"If that's the case, I'd love you to give me a little show, taking off your 
panties."

	"I can't very well do that, Erik."

	"Why?"

	"I didn't put them on this morning."

	"You're joking. I dare you to show me."

	She turned her chair to face me, opened her legs and raised the hem of her 
skirt. God, she looked good. Those long, long legs, stockings and her jet 
black trimmed cunt.

	"God, you look good enough to eat."

	"Something like what I was hoping for. I've been horny for you all the time 
since yesterday."

	"I'll lock the front door. Let's go to the archive."

	When I got in there she was already sitting on the table, legs spread wide 
with her feet on the edge. "Do you like what you see?"

	I stepped up close, took her head in my hands and kissed her hard and 
eagerly. "You look terrific, Alice. My cock is hard already."

	"Then give it to me!"

	"No."

	I turned round and pulled the chair up to the table so I could sit right in 
front of her. Because of the way she was sitting, her cunt was one long, 
pink open gash, framed by the whitest of skin, and short black hair. Without 
any preliminaries I stuck out my tongue and ran it from bottom to top, 
stopping on her long, hard clit. I slurped a couple of times before I sucked 
her clit into my mouth and diddled it with the tip of my tongue. Alice 
shivered and moaned:

	"Oh, my God, I love it." She humped her cunt against my mouth. "God, I love 
it when you're so direct. Aaaahhhh. Suck it, suck it!"

	Of course I sucked it! For a little while I held on to her hipbones and 
pulled her hard against me, while I rhythmically changed between sucking and 
licking. Then I pressed my left hand against her flat, hard belly, while I 
moved my right hand down and pushed two fingers up her sopping slit. I 
hooked my fingers in search for her G-point, and I could feel them through 
her skin, when I pressed my left hand hard against her lower belly. This 
made her whimper and then cry out in joy.

	"Husssshhhh. You have to be quiet, Alice."

	"Oohhhh, I feel like screaming! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...this is so fucking good."

	I was pretty sure I had found the little ribbed spot inside her, and for a 
little while I concentrated on that. Slowly I let my left hand slide down 
from her belly, and a little later I pressed my left thumb hard against her 
asshole, still sucking her clit and massaging her G-spot. When she came it 
was really violent! She shivered all over, and deep groans poured out of her 
mouth. A shower of juice ran down my fingers, and I quickly pulled them out 
and moved my mouth down to slurp it up. She tasted wonderful. Her cramps 
were so hard that her left leg slipped down from the table. Quickly she 
leaned back against the wall and reached down to hold up her ankles with 
both hands.

	She had not yet finished coming when I pushed back the chair, released my 
trousers and shorts, and ran my cock to the bottom of her in one push.

	"Oh, my God, it hurts up there. God, it's so good, don't ever stop. 
Yesssss. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. God, I'm coming again!"

	She was boiling hot and wet. Her beautiful face was contorted with passion, 
and pumping cramps made her cunt clutch my cock so tightly, that I barely 
managed to fuck her for three minutes.

	"Oh, Alice. This is so fucking good. I'm going to fill that divine cunt 
now." I held on to her narrow waist and pressed her against me, while I 
pumped her full. It felt as if my brain and my spine turned into liquid, 
molten lead and ran down through my cock and into her. I could hardly stand 
on my legs, and for the moment I felt sure, this was my best fuck ever.

	Finally I pulled out of her. The table and her cunt sure were messy. Plenty 
of juice and my sperm were running out of her, but she looked so beautifully 
satisfied, with a relaxed smile on her wide mouth.

	"My God, Erik. This was so great. I'm sure it was the best ever. I almost 
feel sorry that I have to clean up. Good thing, though, that I have a pair 
of panties in my purse. I think I'm going to need them."

	While we were wiping off the traces of passion I said: "You know, Alice, 
you look so beautiful and frail, and yet you surprise me. I've never met a 
woman with such a direct approach to sex."

	She laughed. "I know. I must be the ideal partner for an office-fuck, 
right?"

	"I guess you're an ideal partner for a lot of things."

	"I can't do much about it, Erik. When I'm horny I lose patience with too 
much beating `round the bush. When I want to have my pussy licked I lose 
passion, if there is too much kissing of thighs and belly; and if I want to 
fuck I go cold through a long foreplay. I'm just that way, Erik."

	"I'm not complaining, Alice. It's just that most women are the other way 
round."

	"I know, I know. I've had my fair amount of complaints. Believe me."

	"Like I said: I'm not complaining. Just wondering."

	"I've been wondering, too. I may have come up with an explanation, though 
not a reason."

	"Tell me."

	"I don't know. You wouldn't be interested, would you?"

	"Sure I am."

	"Well, the closest I've come goes back to the summer I turned 18. I went 
with mom and dad to stay for the summer at my uncle's farm. I had had a few 
very clumsy and lousy lovers, but that summer I had my first orgasms. I had 
a crush on my cousin's husband, and one afternoon we were alone in the barn. 
There was never much time, so it was always very rushed and very passionate. 
Panties down and hump-hump. And I came like a firecracker every time we did 
it that summer. That's as close as I can come. But really I don't see it as 
a problem. It's the way I am, and I like it."

	Back in the office she slipped into a pair of panties, and soon we were 
back to routine.

Chapter three.

	In a quiet moment I called dad.

	"I need you to do me a favour."

	"Speak up."

	"If I give you the address of the people I'm going to deal with in about an 
hour, could you find out a little about them? I wouldn't want to rob them if 
they cannot afford it, but on the other hand I'll use my powers to get a 
good price for the house."

	"Sure."

	"They live in Aarhus, about 300 km from here."

	"You know, distance is no problem. I'll be back soon."

	He came back to me while I was driving home.

	"Of course they were not there, but it looks like they are pretty well off. 
They've got a big house in an attractive neighbourhood, and it's filled with 
fine antiques. I don't think you need to be embarrassed at using a little 
influence. Go for it, boy. Do you want me to hang around and tell you what 
they'll be prepared to pay?"

	"Sure, good idea."

	The Ardale's looked like an affluent couple in their early thirties. 
Actually quite a bit like those self-assured, easygoing and successful 
people I was not at all, when I was their age. The deal went a lot easier 
than I had expected. Mrs. Ardale just loved the house, the garden, and the 
swimming pool, and I had no trouble selling for the equivalent of 400.000 
dollars, which were about 50.000 more than I had been willing to accept. I 
was helped in achieving the good price, by the fact that they wanted to take 
over in two weeks, and they were willing to pay for that. I felt sure, 
though, that Mary could handle a fast move-out. The whole deal took less 
than half an hour!

We said our goodbyes, and the real estate agent got the last word: "I'll 
have all the papers ready for signing Monday at three o'clock, then."

As the whole thing had been so expedient, I decided to go and see how Mary 
and her Italians were faring, before I returned to the office. When I 
arrived at the flat, the whole place looked like chaos! Mary and three men 
were sitting at a small folding table with their lunch. The rest of two 
rooms were cluttered with tools, cupboards, tiles, wires and all. How they 
were ever going to make a kitchen out of it was beyond me. But they all 
looked confident, so I told Mary we'd meet at home when they had finished 
for the day, and she was also happy to learn that the house had been sold. 
"I can manage in two weeks, no problem, dear."

Chapter three.

	Alice had just returned from lunch when I was back at the office.

	"Production wants you for a meeting at two. They want to start the new 
economy-line in three weeks."

	"Well, you've better get the calculations we made, then. Perhaps we'll get 
busy the next couple of weeks."

	"Sure, they are ready. Do you want me to come along?"

	"Certainly. This will be your first try, then. Let's hope Henny taught you 
properly. You know how I want you to have things ready for me, don't you?"

	"Never fear, Erik. Henny gave me all the information I'll need, so I'll 
always have things ready for you."

	"And when we come back here, after the meeting?"

	She threw me a radiant smile: "Anything special you want me to have ready 
for you?"

	"A nice, wet pussy wouldn't be too bad."

	"It's nice and wet now, and I promise you it'll be ready when we come back 
here. Do you want to take advantage of it?"

	"I can hardly wait."

	"Well, you'll have to wait. We have to go to the meeting now."

	There was a big, warm smile on her face when she stepped up close to me, 
threw her arms round my neck and kissed me, while she pressed her slender 
body against mine. Once again I had the feeling that my arms would go three 
times round her slim waist.

	"Get ready, Mr. Hansen, we have a meeting."

	Alice turned out to be at least as efficient as Henny had been, and her 
charming elegance made the meeting flow painlessly along. By three o'clock 
we were back in the office, covered in lists of needed products.

	"Looks like we are in for some busy weeks, Erik," she smiled. "Do you want 
me to file these lists in the archive?" She looked absolutely radiant, and 
her eyes shimmered like diamonds in a lake.

	"Sure, I do. I'll just go to the bathroom, but I want you to be ready when 
I return."

	"Hurry, then."

	I called dad while I walked to the bathroom. Just before I let him take 
over my body I said: "Remember, dad, she likes it without too much 
preliminary fuss. Get in there and fuck her, but make sure I get my body 
back while she cleans up. Right?"

	"Great, son." A minute later I was floating under the ceiling of the 
bathroom, and dad was on his way. I waited for a couple of minutes, and then 
I floated down to the archive to look in on them. He sure had not wasted any 
time. His head was between her lovely, long legs, and she was moaning and 
pulling on her nipples. My body was not a very elegant sight in that 
position, but apparently dad was using it to Alice's pleasure. She was all 
cooked up, face contorted, pinching and pulling her nipples, and humping her 
cunt against his face.

	"Oh, God, Erik. Fuck me now. Fuck me. I need your long cock in me. I'm so 
ready to come - I want to feel your cock when I do."

	Dad sure was fast. In no time he was standing between her legs, pulling 
down slacks and shorts, and when he ran his (my) cock hard into Alice, she 
almost sobbed.

	"Oh, oh. Aaaahhhh. God, it's good. Yesssss. Fuck me, fuck meeeee!"

	Dad sure obliged her! When she started orgasming I know I would not have 
lasted long, but dad continued. She had just been raked by a bunch of 
violent cramps when he pulled out of her. She moaned: "No, no, more..." 
which he answered by lifting her off the table, turning her round in the air 
and setting her down on the floor. With his left hand he pressed her chest 
down on the table, and with the right he ran his cock into her from behind. 
The whole operation lasted no more than 15 seconds from pulling out till 
fucking her again, but it sure got her going. She sounded as if the last two 
minutes were one long orgasm for her, and when dad came, deep in her hot 
cunt, she collapsed, hanging on the table.

	"God, Alice, that was great. You're so hot."

	Alice just moaned an unintelligible answer into her arms. When dad had 
dried off his cock and pulled up his shorts and slacks, he bent down and 
kissed her ass and said: "I've better go to the bathroom and wash off. I 
don't want to smell too much of you when I get home. Take your time, dear."

	Again Alice's answer was nothing but a muted groan, and soon dad and I were 
in the office. Less than a minute later I was back in my body, and all those 
wonderful little tingling feelings you have after a good fuck, hit me.

	"That was incredibly good, son. She sure is a hot lady. But you have better 
go and wash off in the bathroom. She was so wet that you've got it all over, 
and Mary will sure smell it."

	Dad followed me into the bathroom. He kept raving about what a gorgeous 
fuck Alice was. It was almost embarrassing, and I had to tell myself that it 
was a lot more unusual to him than to me.

	"Take it easy, dad. You'll get more opportunities."

	"Thank you, son, thank you. You cannot even begin to understand how great 
it is for me."

	"Well, I think I'm beginning to understand. By the way, I'll remember that 
trick about lifting her up and turning her round. She obviously loved it."

	"Yeah. Most women like to be swept off their feet. When you lift them up in 
your arms, it feels like a hint of submission; at least it proves you are 
stronger than they are. Well, I think she's on her way, so I've better get 
off. Thank's again, son."

	"You are welcome, dad. See you."

	When Alice passed through the office on her way to the bathroom, she leaned 
down and kissed me. "Hi, lover, you were great," she whispered, "I've better 
clean up, too. You made me so wet, people can smell me from a mile away."

	While my eyes followed her across the floor, I realised something new: When 
you get exhausted after a couple of fucks, it is just as much mentally as it 
is physically. In spite of the fact, that dad had just used my body to fuck 
her, Alice's slender body made my cock stir in my pants, and I might very 
well have dragged her back into the archive to give her the third fuck of 
the day.

	Instead we made little preparations for Monday, like lists of needed spare 
parts, telephone- and fax numbers etc., and by four o'clock we had left the 
office. I decided to pay Mary another visit before I went home.

Chapter four.

	Despite persistent rumours of Italian inefficiency, I was quite impressed 
by the progress they had made during the afternoon.

	"Hi, love. Doesn't it look lovely?"

	Three sections were already installed, and I could imagine how it would all 
look. "It looks very fine, dear."

	"I'm glad you came `round. See, they are going to work all hours, and I 
have told them they can sleep here. They have brought air mattresses and 
sleeping bags. That way they save the money for a hotel."

	"That makes sense. With this kind of job your main interest is to bring 
home as much money as possible."

	"Just what they said. I'd like to treat them to a dinner at some cafeteria, 
where they will be allowed to come in their working clothes. Would you be a 
darling and pick us up at about seven? I can't have them in the Alfa Romeo, 
you know."

	"Sure. Ask them if they want to eat Danish or Italian, then I'll book a 
table. It IS Friday, you know."

	"I already asked them. They'd like to try Danish."

	"OK. I'll be by the front door at seven sharp."

	"You are a darling. See you at seven, then."

	It was a lovely spring afternoon, so I drove slowly around in the harbour 
area, which was going to be my new neighbourhood, and I certainly looked 
forward to live there. New buildings were being put up; small squares with 
trees were either finished or still being worked on. And Copenhagen centre 
was 5 minutes away on a bicycle! On weekdays you can easily spend 10 minutes 
trying to find a parking space. We should not make much use of our cars, but 
we should have to acquire a couple of city-bikes.

	When I returned to the house, dad wanted to talk to me. I lay down on the 
sofa, so I could rest while we were talking.

	"First of all, son, thank you for this afternoon. It was divine."

	"You know, you're welcome, dad. There will be other occasions, I promise."

	"Thank you. I shall appreciate that. I wanted to talk to you about 
something completely different. Are you in the mood for some business talk?"

	"Sure, at least if it is not too complicated."

	"Naaah, even you will be able to follow me. I didn't have time to tell you, 
this afternoon. Close your eyes and relax."

	He proceeded to tell me about a young man, who had just joined `the other 
side'. He had started out as a computer programmer, and had later been 
promoted to higher posts in his company, which was an American subsidiary. 
He and dad had discussed the economic possibilities in the computer market, 
and Alex was very frustrated, that he could not make contact with his 
parents. He had said to dad: "Now that I can see what's going on in 
laboratories and boardrooms all over the world, and I'm trained to interpret 
what it means, it's so bloody frustrating, that I can't even tell my 
parents, where they could quadruple their money in a very short time."

	The reason he had confided in dad, was that rumours on their side had it, 
how he was in close contact with his son, and Alex wanted to learn how to.

	"You see, son, it was too tempting for me. I made a proposal to Alex. Now 
you can think about it. If in some way you can bring Alex in contact with 
his parents, the deal is that he will tell you everything he can predict 
from what he observes around the world. I don't have to tell you what a huge 
advantage it would be, if you would know two weeks earlier, that a company 
brings out a new item, or that their net result has exploded."

	"I can see that, dad. His predictions would be hugely more precise than 
yours. But have you considered how long time it took me to be able to have 
direct contact with you?"

	"Yes, I have, and I know it would be too long time. I have brought Alex 
here; he's sitting in the chair by the TV. Would you talk to him for a 
little while?"

	"Sure, but how can I do that? You're the only one I can tune in on."

	"That's exactly how it can be done. When I open my mind to Alex, I can let 
his thoughts flow through me, so you can receive them, almost as if they 
were my own. Are you willing to try?"

	"You're sure it won't do any harm to our communication?"

	"Not a bit."

	"OK. Let's try."

	There was a short stop in his thoughts. A little later I could feel, that 
it was another person talking to me. His words came faster, and there was a 
funny quiver to them.

	"Hello, Mr. Hansen. This is Alex."

	"Hello, Alex."

	"You should make me so happy, if you can bring me in some kind of contact 
with my parents."

	"I should think so, Alex. I know how happy it has made me and my dad."

	"I know it will take a very long time to reach that kind of insight, but 
for a start I would love it, if I can bring them messages through you, until 
one day they can receive themselves."

	"Why would they believe me, if I turned up on their doorstep and said I 
have a message from their son? More likely they'd call the police."

	"I thought that if I told you something, which no one else could know, 
they'd be willing to listen to you. Your dad and I would be present, and we 
could answer any questions they might have."

	"How would you want me to begin?"

	"You could tell my mom something she has not even told my dad. One summer 
day when I was 7 a wasp stung me, and my mom fainted at the sight. When she 
came around again she put chlorhexedrine on the sting. While she was doing 
that, she was stung herself, and she fainted again. Only my mom and I know 
that."

	"Yeah, that sounds rather private. But what about business?"

	"You can tell them, that on Monday a small company called `CompuDan' will 
publish a very fine result, and in two days their shares will rise about 70 
percent. At least no less than 50 percent, as far as I can interpret their 
result."

	"That ought to convince them. Where do they live? Maybe I can go and visit 
them tomorrow, while Mary is busy in our new apartment."

	He gave me an address in the western suburbs of Copenhagen, so I told dad 
and Alex to be on the alert around noon. Finally I asked for some peace, so 
I could have a little rest before I had to pick up Mary and her Italians.

	I took them to a cafeteria, which usually is frequented by taxi people and 
lorry drivers. It looks run down from the outside, but inside you can get 
some of the best traditional Danish dishes, prepared to a standard you would 
not expect from such a place. I treated them to one of my own favourites: 
Sliced hearts fried with lots of parsley for 4 hours, then fat cream added 
to make the sauce, all of it served with mashed potatoes. Surely not a dish 
for health freaks and veggies, but I love it, and the Italians ate two 
helpings!

	When we finally got home Mary was exhausted.

	"It has been such an exciting day, Erik. Heavens, I'm tired. Would you 
please make me an espresso and pour me Grappa?"

	"Of course, dear. Why are you so tired?"

	"Trying to speak French with a guy, who knows even less than I do, but who 
wants to involve me in a lot of decision-making. My head is spinning. 
Tomorrow I'll have to bring my dictionary."

	"I have a much better idea. If I can have a spin in your Alfa Romeo right 
now, I'm sure I can help you."

	"Of course you can have it. What do you have in mind?"

	"I'll run down to the office. I have a laptop there, which you can hook up 
to the telephone line in the apartment. We subscribe to a 
dictionary-service, which covers all European languages. It's not only plain 
dictionaries. It has hundreds of topics you can plug into and find 
sentences, explanations and all; almost like a parleur, only much more 
detailed."

	"Would you really pick it up for me?"

	"Sure. Have your espresso and Grappa and relax. I'll be back in half an 
hour. I can show you how to use it in the morning."

	"You are such a darling, Erik. My car keys are on the kitchen table."

	When I returned with the laptop Mary was fast asleep on the sofa. I could 
not make myself wake her up, so I just covered her with a blanket and went 
up to bed. She must have joined me during the night, because when I woke up 
she was sleeping beside me, naked. When I turned my head towards her, I 
noticed a little piece of paper between our pillows: "Please kiss me when 
you wake up. I want to make love to you."

	Who was I, to disobey such an order? I kissed her, and when she finally 
opened her eyes, she threw her arms round my neck.

	"Good morning, love. So you found my little note."

	"Yes. Couldn't very well disobey, could I?"

	"Mmmm. I love you, you know. More than ever."

	She climbed my body. What followed was nothing graphically spectacular. She 
made love to me, so warm, so loving, so gentle. She covered me, not only 
with her beautiful body, but with her emotions, too. For half an hour we 
floated on a cloud of happiness and love, and when we came it was more like 
our hearts being joined than it was our bodies satisfying their hunger. God, 
I loved that woman.

	After breakfast I showed her how to connect to the dictionary service and 
how to find the parts about furniture, kitchens, crafts, and all. At half 
past ten she was ready to leave.

	"I'll pick up some sandwiches for lunch. Could I persuade you to take us to 
that cafeteria again? "

	"Sure. Same time?"

	"Yes, please."

Chapter five.

	At noon I summoned dad.

	"Have you checked that they are at home?"

	"Yes. They have just finished shopping. They are at home, all right."

	"OK. I'll give it a try."

	It was a neat little house in a what we call a `Silver anniversary 
neighbourhood' in Denmark. You know, the kids have grown up and left home, 
and it happens to nearly all the families around the same time, because they 
were young and newly wed, when the houses were built. Alex's parents were 
having coffee on the terrace. I opened the garden gate and went up to them.

	"Good morning. My name is Erik Hansen. Can I have your attention for a 
minute?"

	"What is this about? We haven't met before, have we?"

	"No. I want to tell you, that when Alex was 7 years old he was stung by a 
wasp, and you, Mrs. Langholm, fainted. When you regained your consciousness 
you put chlorhexedrine on the sting, and then you got stung yourself, and 
you fainted again."

	"What kind of nonsense it this," Mr. Langholm barked. He turned to look at 
his wife, who had turned all pale. "What is he telling us, Karen? Is it 
true? And how can he know?"

	Mrs. Langholm stuttered a little. In a very weak voice, almost a whisper, 
she said: "It is true. It happened just like that. But nobody knows! Alex 
and I never told anybody."

	"How on Earth have you got such an information? And why do you come here?"

	"Can I sit down? This is going to take some explanation and some time."

	"All right, sit down. But you've better have a good explanation."

	"Mr. and Mrs. Langholm. If I had come to your terrace on this sunny 
Saturday, and told you that I have been in contact with Alex, would you have 
listened to me?"

	"I might," Karen said, "but my husband would have sent you away. But it is 
true, John. It happened just that way. And only Alex and I know."

	"This is crazy," John answered, not as angry as before, but still grumpy. 
"You claim you can make contact with Alex? He's been dead and buried for 4 
weeks, now. You'd be a cruel man if this is a scam."

	"I can."

	"OK. Then ask him why I have a scar on my little finger."

	"I shall. It may take a minute or two."

	I closed my eyes, and I hoped to God that dad and Alex were ready. Dad was 
there immediately.

	"We heard the question. I'll pass Alex through to you."

	Alex was there, again, talking faster than dad, with his quivering `voice'. 
"I had climbed a tree in our garden, and I didn't dare to climb down. My 
father fetched a ladder, and while he took me into his arms he tore a finger 
on a broken branch, but he wouldn't go to the hospital to have it sown up."

	I told John. He was stunned. For a while he was silent, then he looked 
firmly at me. "Mr. Hansen, that was correct. How incredible it may be, I 
believe you are in contact with Alex. But why? And how?"

	Karen got up and went into the house. A little later she returned with a 
cup for me. I told them about dad and about the spiritist `temple' in 
Copenhagen, where I heard from him the first time. I also told about the 
months of training and meditation I had gone through.

	"Could we do the same?"

	"I don't know. Maybe one of you would be able to do it. For now, I'll try 
if I can let Alex talk to you through me."

	I told dad, that he should tell Alex to speak more slowly; then I would try 
to bring his words on to his parents, like the simultaneous interpreters in 
UN. I closed my eyes, and after a few attempts Alex' words came out of me in 
a chopped up stream.

	He told about missing them, and then he brought out his plan about helping 
them with investments in the computer business.

	"How will we know what to do?"

	"I can give the messages to Erik, and he can call you on the phone and tell 
you."

	"We haven't got that much money, Alex. How can we know that you are right?"

	I told them about CompuDan and what was going to happen on Monday. I also 
said that I'd call my broker first thing in the morning to buy 20.000 
dollars worth of shares. (I did that, and I sold them again on Thursday for 
34.000 dollars)

	"Can you teach us how to make contact with Alex on our own?"

	"I'm sorry to disappoint you. First of all, I'm not a very good teacher, 
and secondly I'm a very busy man. I'd advice you to try the spiritist temple 
in Copenhagen. I got my first instructions from a medium there. For the next 
six to twelve months you'll have to make do with the information I can give 
you on the telephone. But you'll have a fine head start. Alex is very eager 
to make contact with you, which makes it all a hundred times easier, like it 
did for me."

	I turned to Karen. "I think you should be the one to try. I can feel you 
are a lot more sensitive than John, no offence, and as this needs a terrible 
lot of concentration, it is no help at all if you do it both of you. Later, 
when you have learned how to do it, you may tutor John, but I'm not quite 
sure he's got the talent for it."

	I left them to ponder what had happened. Dad was with me while I rode back 
through Copenhagen. He told me that Alex was intolerably ecstatic and very 
grateful. And I told dad, that the next couple of weeks were going to be 
busy, and probably would include a journey or two. Would he like to come 
along and try some of those secretaries? Of course he would.

	Over the next two years Alex proved to be a most lucrative acquaintance. 
Not even once was he wrong in his predictions! Time and time again we would 
buy shares one day and sell them again a week later, when they would have 
gained 25 to 50 percent in value. On top of it, we had no need to follow 
what happened on the stock exchange. Alex told us all. When the computer 
market crashed two years later, I had turned one million into 26, and I did 
not own one single share when it happened! Karen had gained contact with 
Alex, but she kept me informed. They went from `well off' to `rich', and 
when it was all over they bought a luxury 50-passenger bus, fitted it into a 
rolling home, and disappeared out into the world.

Chapter six.

	I returned to the house and indulged myself with an afternoon nap in my 
bed. My sleep must have been filled with horny dreams, because when I woke 
up at five I sported a boner of proportions, and all kinds of wicked 
fantasies filled my head. I knew, unfortunately, that Mary was so 
preoccupied with the flat, that torrid sex was not foremost on her mind. 
When I had had a shower to cool me off, I decided to go to the flat and 
maybe exercise a little mind control on her.

	When I got there, they were almost finished! Everything was installed and 
working. They even had laid almost half of the marble floor. Mary was 
enthusiastic. They had decided to use the blue tiles to make a square in the 
middle of the floor, with a star-pattern in centre. If we could push dinner 
a little, they would finish the kitchen today and return to Italy Sunday 
morning. I made my decision then and there.

	One look at Mary told me how occupied she was with the kitchen. Gone were 
her languid, sexy movements, and there was not even a faint gleam of flirt 
in her eyes. I flashed her a short-lived picture of us all walking to the 
cafeteria, Mary walking arm in arm between two of the guys. A little later I 
flashed her a picture of the dinner, her sitting between the same two guys, 
and then I added a tingling sensation in her belly. At last, just before 
they finished the floor, I let her see, for a second, she held from behind 
by me, being fucked by the oldest of the guys. Knowing my horny Mary I felt 
sure this would do it. I enjoyed to see her wake up, sexually. Her movements 
changed, her eyes lit up, and a little later she was obviously flirting with 
me, and a few times with the Italians.

	"Isn't it beautiful, Erik?"

	"I have to admit that you were right. I've never seen such a beautiful 
kitchen. Those blue tiles among all the whites add to it. And they are 
almost finished, now. Impressive."

	"Yes, they are good, aren't they? You were not afraid to leave me alone 
with those three guys?"

	"No. Not really. I only hoped that you'd wait until I was there, too, if 
you were up to something."

	She punched my shoulder and laughed. "You naughty you. You would, wouldn't 
you?"

	"I might. Might you?"

	"Now you're really naughty. To tell you the truth, it never crossed my mind 
until you mentioned it. But yes, I might." She blushed and went into the 
living room.

	The kitchen was finished shortly after seven. True to the picture I had 
flashed her, Mary walked arm in arm with two of them, as we went to the car. 
All through dinner she was very much alive, and when we were about to leave 
she asked them: "If I buy a couple of bottles of wine here, would you like 
us all to go back to the flat to celebrate with a glass or two?"

	The oldest said a lot in French, so fast that I could not understand what 
he said. Mary translated: "He said we should not buy wine. They have brought 
three bottles of Bardolino from home. They want to share them with us."

	"OK, then, let's go." In the parking basement they fetched two more folding 
chairs, some glasses, and three bottles of wine from their lorry. Soon we 
were seated round their folding table, enjoying  the fine wine, Mary now 
flirting openly with me and the three Italians. It was not until then, that 
I learned their names were Marco, Ango, and the youngest Giovanno.

	There was a lot of teasing Giovanno, which I did not understand.

	"On their drive up here he had bragged about all the Danish pussy he was 
going to have," Mary translated, "but he got nothing, and tomorrow morning 
they are going home."

	"Well, Mary. What do you recon? We are never going to see these guys again. 
Are you going to help him?"

	"Are you crazy? With Marco and Ango present? And what about you?"

	"You know it was OK with me, when we did it with the Pizza boy. So why not 
a carpenter?"

	"Yeah, but what about the other two?"

	"It seems to me that if ever you had a fantasy about doing  more men, this 
is your chance. I think I'll love it."

	Mary blushed a little and was very quiet for a moment. The very little 
French I had was sufficient to understand in general, what she said, because 
she spoke very slowly. She opened two buttons in her dress, looked Giovanno 
into his eyes and said: "We can't let you go back to Italy without knowing 
the Danish women, can we? Do you dare to kiss me?"

	Giovanno looked very surprised, almost like one big question mark. Ango 
nodded to him, and he got up from his chair, went round the table and bent 
down to kiss Mary. She bent her head backwards, threw her arms round his 
neck, and kissed him hungrily for almost a minute. Giovanno reached in to 
fondle her lovely breasts while he kissed her. All my lecherous feelings 
from the afternoon returned, and the adrenalin rushed through me, watching 
my pretty Mary kissing that young man, no more than 20, I'd guess.

	When she came up for air, her cheeks were red and her eyes had that horny 
gleam I had learned to love. She said a few, fast words in French and got up 
from her chair. She took Giovanno by the hand and led him into the living 
room, towards the mattresses I had noticed there. At the same time Ango and 
Marco got up, picked up the two bottles, which still contained some wine, 
and all the glasses.

	Mary was standing in front of the mattresses. "If you really mean this, 
you'll undress me. You can convince me, that I have not misinterpreted your 
words, and you can show the guys what we are up to. OK?"

	I took her into my arms and kissed her. She was all shaky, and she almost 
sucked my lips and tongue into her mouth. I broke the kiss, opened the rest 
of her buttons and her belt, and pulled the dress down her shoulders and 
hips, until she could step out of it. I opened her bra and let it fall, and 
last I grabbed the waistband and pulled her panties down her legs. Her 
stockings and garter belt I left on her. A short feel of her pussy convinced 
me, that she was more than ready for this. I then grabbed her shoulders and 
turned her towards Giovanno, who stood like a statue while I undressed her. 
She asked him if she was the only one to be naked, and soon we had all shed 
our clothes and were sitting on the mattresses, like a picnic in a nudist 
camp. Mary lay down on her back and reached out for Giovanno.

	"God, Erik," she whispered. "I hope you're not going to be jealous. I'm so 
terribly horny, love."

	"Go for it, Mary."

	Soon Giovanno was lying on top of her, kissing her breasts and slowly 
crawling up to bring his cock in position. Mary pulled her legs out from 
under him and let her thighs fall apart. She sent me a brilliant smile as 
she reached down and grabbed his cock. She looked into my eyes while she 
rubbed it up and down a few times, but when he pushed into her she closed 
her eyes, and a blissful smile spread on her face. Marco had stretched out 
beside Mary, and he started caressing her belly and her breasts while 
Giovanno fucked her. I watched Mary's left hand creep down to fondle his 
cock. I moved over so my cock hit her right hand, and for a moment she 
opened her eyes. When she saw it was mine she smiled, grabbed it, and closed 
her eyes again.

	I don't know what she was doing to Marco's cock, but she treated mine to 
divine manipulations. So divine that when Giovanno fucked her harder and 
faster, and I could feel that she was climbing the mountain to her first 
orgasm, I had to withdraw from her hand. I rolled over and motioned to Ango 
to take my place. When Marco and Ango took to sucking each their breast, 
Mary let out a loud wail and came hard, while Giovanno pumped her full. She 
was not even halfway down from this hard orgasm, when Giovanno pulled out 
and was replaced by Marco within a few seconds.

	Mary opened her eyes and looked at Marco, who fucked her hard and heavy. 
Soon she was groaning deeply, and her breathing again became fast and 
ragged.

	"Oh, my God, Erik," she said to me, when I lay down on the free side of 
her, "they are so terribly different! I'm such a whore that I enjoy it so 
much. Hold my hand, please, and say you're not angry at me."

	"I'm not angry, my fine whore. If you hadn't accepted my proposal, I would 
have slapped your ass and ordered you to do it. I can think of no better way 
to take possession of our new flat."

	"Erik, Erik, he fucks me so good. I'm coming again. I'm coming. God, it's 
good. Eeeeooowwww, I'm coming." Her thighs and her belly were shaking with 
cramps. She threw her ankles round Marco's back and humped her hungry cunt 
against him. Just as she was starting to relax, Marco groaned like an angry 
bull and pumped into her wet cunt. Mary's legs slumped down to the floor, 
and a little later Marco pulled out of her.

	She was a wonderful sight! Her shaved cunt was red and battered, and a 
small stream of hot sperm was running out of her.

	"Please, give me a little break. Can I have another glass of wine?"

	I helped her to sit up, and Ango handed her a glass. Then he said something 
in French, which I did not understand. Not Mary's answer, either. I looked 
at her to make her translate.

	"He said I should take my time, and that I didn't have to fuck him too. He 
also said he wished he could make his own wife do this."

	"And what did you answer?"

	"I said I wanted to fuck him too!"

	When Mary had finished her glass of wine, I grabbed her shoulders and 
pulled her back towards me, so her head rested in my lap and my hands were 
on her lovely tits.

	"Open your legs. I'm sure Ango is ready to fuck you. The oldest will be the 
last."

	"God, Erik, you are terrible," she said, but at the same time she opened 
her legs and spread out invitingly. Ango pushed her right leg more open and 
slipped his fat cock into her, while he lay almost sideways to her. From my 
position behind her I could see her cuntlips being stretched and pulled, as 
Ango fucked her slowly and deliberately. As he was supported on his left 
arm, he had his right hand free to join my two hands on Mary's body. Between 
us we caressed her belly, her clitoris and her breasts all the time. Soon 
she moaned and whimpered again, and she reached her left hand back under her 
head to grab my hard cock.

	"Is it good, sweetie?"

	"Ooohhh, yessss. I can't believe it. I'm horny as hell again."

	"You look terrific, Mary. I love to see you fuck. I love when you are so 
horny that you hump your cunt against him."

	"Oohhh, Ango. Fuck me. Ango, fuck me!"

	I slipped her off my lap and down on the mattress. Ango rolled on top of 
her, and he certainly fucked her! Hard and deep. Mary stretched her legs 
straight up in the air, holding on to his hips with her quivering thighs. 
When she started coming she sounded almost as if she was crying. Small 
sobbing sounds, little whines and deep groans. Finally Ango collapsed on top 
of her, still pumping his sperm into her. When he pulled out of her and got 
up, she was some hot sight.

	"Erik. I'm all fucked out. Can you wait till we get home? I need a little 
rest."

	"Sure, I can wait. Let's go now. We can talk and fuck later, right?"

	"Thank you, love. I'll make it up to you when we get home."

	While we got dressed, we told the Italians how they should lock the door in 
the morning and throw the key into the letterbox. Mary kissed them all 
goodbye, and we thanked them for a fine job done. It was a strange ride 
home, me and my hard, horny cock alone in the Toyota, knowing that my Mary 
and her fucked out cunt were behind me in the Alfa Romeo. I could hardly 
wait, and I had no intention to miss my reward-fuck, once we were at home.

	We had hardly closed the front door when Mary clung to me and kissed me 
savagely.

	"My God, Erik, that was so terribly wicked. I can't believe you let them 
fuck me."

	"You wanted it, didn't you?"

	"You know, that's strange. I didn't think of it for one moment, but when 
you were there, too, ...  yes, I wanted it! All women should try it once in 
their life."

	"It was that good?"

	"Better! I'll just have to go to the bathroom, then I'll reward you."

	"OK, but don't you dare to shower or wash."

	"Ooohhh, my husband has some dirty wishes? I just have to pee, then I'll be 
with you."

	I undressed and sat down in the sofa. When she returned from the bathroom 
she looked at me, pulled her dress off, and stood in front of me with her 
hands on her hips and legs slightly apart. She looked absolutely whorish and 
fucked over. Her shaved cunt was red, and dried sperm covered her thighs, 
stuck in flakes on the tops of her stockings, and made her mons and lower 
belly shine. She straddled me, one knee on either side, and slowly she 
lowered herself down on my hard and horny cock.

	She was incredibly slimy, sloppy, hot and alive. Like wet silk her cunt 
massaged me, and little drops of Ango's sperm seeped down my cock and wet my 
hair. I told her that I had never been so horny before; that I liked my 
whore to be fucked; that I could feel her cunt still tingling; that her cunt 
was sloppy and slimy, and that I should not last long.

	"After all I've been hard for almost an hour and a half, and I need to fill 
you up."

	"Wait a second. On the way home I promised myself that I'd reward you. You 
remember Sarah from the yakkedi-club? She is one horny woman, and I know she 
has the hots for you. And Majbritt is a wild one, too. Tomorrow I'll call 
them and make a date, when they'll come here and fuck you silly. Two horny, 
married women and your own horny wife, will that be a suitable reward?"

	"I'd say it would. Do you really think they'll do it?"

	"I'm sure they will."

	"Well, they won't be that different, will they?"

	"Judging from the three cocks I've had in me tonight, they'll be very 
different! That's what made me feel like such a whore, Erik. They felt 
different, they fucked different, and I felt I could fuck the whole world. 
And now I want you to come all the way up in the bottom of my cunt, because 
yours is the longest, and none of the others were up there. Come, Erik, 
spurt in your wife's cunt, in your wife's well fucked cunt."

	She groaned as she grinded her cunt down on me, and then she fucked me with 
the silkiest, softest and most luxurious movements, up and down, while she 
supported her hands on the back of the sofa and rubbed her lovely breasts in 
my face. When I came I almost fainted, and gush after gush pumped into her.

	I had been excited for so long. A numbing exhaustion overtook me, and I 
barely managed to get up to bed.

	"I love you, Mary. You're one super-woman. Don't shower now, I want you to 
smell of sex when we wake up!"


Chapter seven.

	It was well into the morning when we finally woke up. The smells alone 
could have brought life to a dead man's cock. Combined with the memories of 
Saturday night it made us very horny. At a time, while Mary was sitting on 
my cock, she reached out and grabbed the phone.

	"Hello, Sarah, it's Mary."

	"Do you remember a few months ago, when you said, that if ever I needed a 
substitute you'd be willing?"

	"No, not at all. I need to reward him."

	"Yeah, I'm sitting on it right now."

	"No, I'm not!"

	"You see, last night he let me fuck the three Italians who have built our 
new kitchen."

	"Sure, it's true, and sure it was great."

	"No, I'll tell you about it later. But I think he deserves a reward, don't 
you?"

	"Do you think we could make Majbritt join us?"

	"You would? That's great."

	"No, not today. I intend to fuck him silly right now, but some afternoon 
next week."

	"Yes, I know that. But I'm sure Erik can manage to leave the office for an 
afternoon, so your husbands won't suspect anything."

	"Sure."

	"OK, you find a day which suits you and Majbritt, right?"

	"Yes I am, I'm happy to say."

	"Fine. See you. Bye."

	Mary smiled and made a few lewd movements with her cunt.

	"I told you. Sarah is very eager, and she'll call Majbritt. She was sure 
Majbritt is willing. And she called me a whore."

	"You are, aren't you?

	"Sure I am. I'll show you!"

	It was past noon when we finally got out of bed and showered together. Over 
brunch I told Mary about the busy weeks I had coming up, and how little help 
I should be with the moving.

	"But I've found the moving company we need. All we'll have to do is to make 
a list of where the furniture will go. They'll pack everything, move it and 
unpack it. They'll even hang the pictures if we want. And if there's any 
furniture we do not want, they'll take it to the city dump."

	"They are very expensive, then, aren't they?"

	"Sure, love, but we can afford it. There's no need for you to let the 
moving stress you."

	In the afternoon we went to the new apartment to measure all rooms, so we 
could make a plan for the movers. The Italians had cleaned the rooms 
decently, and for the first time I had the mind to appreciate their work. 
The kitchen was outstanding! On one of the tables they had left an unopened 
bottle of Barolo with a little note of love from Giovanno, Marco and Ango, 
which made Mary blush like a young girl.

	In the bedroom we decided for a whole new wall of cupboards, which Mary 
would order on Monday, to be installed sometime during the week. We also 
decided which rooms would serve which purposes. We would have a large 
bedroom, Mary and I would have each our `home-office', and a fairly large 
room would be for the kids to keep their stuff and to sleep in, when they 
were at home, then an almost huge living room plus a dining room.  I wanted 
a glass double-door between the living room and the dining room, but Mary 
said we should wait until we had tried out how it would work as it was now. 
We could always have a carpenter install one, if we needed it.

	Back home we found out how our ideas matched. As soon as I had measured all 
the furniture, while Mary drew a plan of the apartment, we sat down to find 
out where to place the furniture. There was not a single piece on which we 
disagreed!

	In the late afternoon I wanted to take a little nap so I went upstairs. I 
did not get much peace, though. Dad had some serious business on his mind.

	"Son, I have something to tell you. About the future. About you and me. I 
want to prepare you for what's going to happen."

	"Wow, dad, you sound so solemn."

	"Well, I am, in a way. You see, I want to go into the light."

	"You've better explain that."

	"I shall try. You see, when we die our souls go into the light, where we 
meet with all people, our own people, and with God. Some of us have 
unfinished business on Earth when we die, and we stay in the darkness as 
spirits. That's where I am now. Because I had unfinished business with you."

	"Yes. You told me. You felt you had deserted me."

	"Right. I'm beginning to feel, that I have finished what I wanted. You have 
got the gift of mind-control, you are a wealthy man now, and in a year or 
two you'll be bloody rich. Last, but not least, you understand women a lot 
better today."

	"I can only say `yes' and `thank you' to all three points, dad."

	"You see. There is no need for me any more."

	"But there is, dad. I've grown to love you so much. I'll miss you, if you 
are not there any more."

	"That's the condition of life, son. When somebody dies, we'll miss. But you 
have an advantage, son. You know that we'll meet again. Just as I know that 
I'll meet your mom, when I go into the light."

	"And there is nothing I can do to persuade you to stay?"

	"No, not really."

	"Not even a few nice women?"

	"No. The moment I had made the decision, my need for that disappeared. In 
the near future you're probably going to make a few journeys, but I shall 
not be with you. I have decided that I'll go, before you move to your new 
apartment."

	"I'm sorry to hear that."

	"Don't be, son. You've got a long and happy life ahead of you. I'll teach 
Alex to contact you, so he can keep his promise to his parents. You'll also 
be able to make contact to other spirits, if you need to, but once I've 
crossed the line you can never reach me."

	"Are you sure it will make you happy, dad?"

	"Oh, yes, I am. The light is the purpose of it all. There is infinite peace 
and happiness there. You shouldn't worry about me. On the contrary, I hope 
you'll be happy for me."

	"If that's what you want, I'll be happy. I hope you'll turn up and say 
goodbye, though."

	"No, that's not the way it works. Over the next week or two it will be more 
and more difficult for you to call me, and one day I'll just have 
disappeared. If you imagine your crystal ball now, you'll see that it has 
turned matte already. It's of no use any more, and you may as well discard 
it. This is really the last time you'll talk to me with full communication, 
and you should only call me in an emergency. This will be our good-byes."

	"I'm sorry to lose you, dad, but if that's what you want, I have to be 
happy for you, don't I? I hope you know how wonderful it's been for me to 
know you. And how much you have helped me."

	"I know, son, and the best good-bye-present you can give me, is that you 
won't mourn and you won't cry. Have a good life till we meet again in the 
light."

	"Thank you, dad, and good bye. Give my love to mom."

	When he had gone I felt terribly empty. After all he had been the 
instigator, the helper, and the engineer of the most exciting period of my 
life. I felt infinitely gratefull to him. I had come to love him, too, and 
not only because of all the wonderful things he had given me. A dull sadness 
came over me, but soon I realised that it was because I felt sad for myself. 
There was no need to mourn my dad. I could only hope that when my time to go 
into the light turned up, I should do so with the same feeling of 
fulfilment.

	In the meantime I had a life to live, and what a life I intented to live! 
When I compared it to my mediocre conditions before dad came to me, I could 
hardly believe I was the same man. Or that Mary was the same woman, for that 
matter. When I joined her downstairs, a little later, I had found my 
balance, and a sense of bubbly determination filled me. I grabbed her from 
behind and told her how much I loved her, and how much I looked forward to 
our new life in the centre of Copenhagen.

Chapter eight.

	Monday morning had an explosive start. Tall, slim, beautiful Alice informed 
me, that she had been horny for me all weekend, and that she had masturbated 
at least ten times since we left on Friday!

	"I beg you, Erik, take me in there and fuck me. Just five minutes, please. 
I'm so terribly horny. I'm sure I can't work if you don't!"

	Of course I did. It was raw hungry fucking. No foreplay, no tenderness, 
just cock in pussy, in and out. Alice came like a firecracker and I did a 
minute later, and then we were nearly caught!

	I had barely pulled out of her, when I heard a voice from the office 
calling my name! In a flash I brought my clothes in order and stepped out 
into the office, while Alice slipped out of the back door. It was Mr. 
Peterson.

	"Oh, Mr. Peterson. Sorry. I was looking for some old addresses. What can I 
do for you?"

	"You haven't delivered your holiday plans. Yours and Mrs. Olsen's."

	"Sorry. You see, production just came up with a new line of products, so we 
have three very busy weeks ahead of us. When they are over we'll close down 
office for two weeks. Mrs. Olsen will return then, and she'll `keep the 
doors open', while I have another two weeks."

	"Well, Mr. Hansen, that's fine. I'll get it on the company calendar. Have a 
nice holiday, in case I don't see you before you leave."

	When Alice returned `from the bathroom', we had a hearty laugh like two 
school-kids, who had almost been caught.

	The next couple of days can best be described as busy, but rewarding. 
Wednesday Mary called me at the office to inform me, that Sarah and Majbritt 
would come to our place Thursday afternoon. This coincided splendidly with 
the fact that I'd have to be in Barcelona Friday morning. Of course I'd have 
to leave office Thursday at noon, so I could catch an evening plane to 
Spain.

	Thursday morning I had to use mind control on Alice! The minute I arrived 
in the office, I could see she was horny. I didn't want to waste any libido, 
which I might need in the afternoon, so I cooled her down, which worked 
splendidly, and she put all her energy into preparing the papers I'd need in 
Spain. To tell the truth, a bundle of butterflies were roaming my insides, 
as I drove home that Thursday noon. I knew what was waiting for me, and yet 
I didn't know. How on earth was I going to handle three horny women? Or 
maybe they would handle me? The latter proved to be the case.

	There was no Alfa Romeo in the driveway, but Mary opened the kitchen window 
as I rolled up.

	"Park your car in the garage, so people won't know we are at home. There's 
room beside the Alfa Romeo."

	She received me in the hall, naked. For once totally naked. "Welcome home, 
my hard working husband. Go and have a shower, dear, Sarah will help you, 
and then come into the living room, naked. We are waiting for you."

	Tall, dark Sarah was in the bathroom, all right, naked, as Mary had been.

	"Hello, Erik. This is a little embarrassing, but Mary told me to help you 
with the soap, so please get out of your clothes."

	"How could I resist such an offer from a beautiful woman?" I quickly 
undressed, while Sarah adjusted the shower. As soon as we had douched she 
lathered up the whole front of her body.

	"Turn round, Erik. I've always wanted to wash a stranger this way." She put 
her arms round me, and then she moved her body all over my backside, in a 
most erotic way. When she had finished with my backside she turned me round, 
lathered herself again, and pressed her beautiful, slim body against mine. 
It was a slippery, wet and very sexy feeling. The only trouble was that she 
bumped into my hard cock all the time.

	"Oh, I've better use my tits on that one!" She lathered up her pretty, 
medium sized breasts, and then she knelt in front of me and rubbed my cock 
and balls all over with her soapy breasts. At last she washed me in the nook 
and crannies with her hands, and we rinsed off together.

	"Thank you for a fantasy fulfilled. Now, let's go and join the others."

	In the living room Mary was in one of the armchairs, her right leg over the 
armrest and her lovely, naked cunt on display. A naked blonde, I had not 
seen before, was in the sofa. When we entered the living room she got up to 
meet us. She was a pretty, well-rounded woman. Very pale, and with a 
voluptuous body in the style of Marilyn Monroe.

	"Meet Majbritt," Mary smiled. "You two haven't met before, have you?"

	"No, I can't say we have. It's the first time, and it's also the first time 
I'm introduced to a naked, lovely woman for the first time. Hello, 
Majbritt."

	She stepped up to me, put her arms round my neck, bumped her belly into my 
protruding cock, and kissed me.

	"Wow. I see Sarah has taken good care of you in the shower."

	I sat down in to sofa between Sarah and Majbritt.

	"I love your glass table," Sarah said. "God, I wish my husband would get 
naughty ideas like that. She showed us how you use it, too."

	"You masturbated for them," I asked?

	"Oh, yes. And they showed me what they'd do, if they had one like it at 
home."

	"Maybe you'll show me later," I asked?

	"Of course. Anything you want, Sir." Sarah had turned towards me. Now she 
opened her legs to show me her glistening, black-haired cunt. "Please touch 
me, Erik. I got so horny in the shower, but they had ordered me not to bring 
you off, or to get off myself, for that matter."

	She was sopping wet. When my fingers touched her clit she almost jumped in 
the sofa. "Oh, God, this is great!" She leaned over and licked my ear. Then 
she whispered: "You're only the second man to touch me there. But don't tell 
the others. They don't know I've only had Peter." She groaned into my ear as 
I rubbed her pussy with circular movements.

	"Can I have him now, Mary? I'm so terribly horny."

	"Aren't we all," Mary answered? "But yes, you can have him. Sit down on him 
with your back towards him. Majbritt can help you."

	Majbritt jumped up willingly, took hold of my ankles and pulled me down 
until my ass was almost on the edge of the sofa. Sarah backed up towards me, 
and between her slim thighs I could see and feel how Majbritt grabbed my 
cock, planted a kiss on the head and held it towards Sarah's dripping cunt. 
I supported Sarah's hips while she lowered herself towards my cock. Majbrit 
ran it up and down her slippery crack a few times, and suddenly Sarah let go 
and impaled herself on me. Heaven! She was dripping wet, hot, and incredibly 
tight. I couldn't see much of what was going on in the room, but I kissed 
Sarah's back while my hands found her firm breasts. What a lovely handful. 
When I massaged them Sarah took off. She was very vocal, and she groaned and 
cried while she fucked herself on me. I grabbed her hips again and helped 
her moving up and down. Suddenly I heard Mary say with a very hoarse voice:

	"Hold it, Sarah. I want you to feel something, which I bet you have never 
felt. Majbritt, will you suck her clit or shall I?"

	"God, Mary, you are something! I have never sucked a woman before, but I'm 
willing to give it a try."

	I could feel Majbritt support herself on my legs as she brought her face up 
close to Sarah's cunt. That put fire into Sarah. She threw her upper body 
back upon me, and I felt how she opened up her legs as wide as they would 
go! She almost hyperventilated, and little shrill screams filled the room. 
Her cunt was absolutely electric for a minute or two, until she exploded 
with a loud yell. I was determined to save it for Majbritt, and I had to do 
little calculations in my head, to keep me from coming, too. Finally Sarah 
collapsed like a rag doll.

	"Oh, God, no more, Majbritt, no more. Stop, please."

	I felt Majbritt move away from us, so I took Sarah's slim body in my arms 
and lifted her off my cock. She helped me a little, until she sat in the 
corner of the sofa, looking very happy and very satisfied.

	"I never tried it, either, Majbritt. It was great! Can I try to do it to 
you, later?"

	"Sure. I liked it more than I would have thought. I'm sure I'll like to 
have it done to me."

	"If you ask Mary, I'm sure she'll oblige. She loves it, you know."

	"No, I didn't know. Will you, please, Mary?"

	"Oh, you bet I will. Sit down in the sofa."

	Majbritt looked terribly inviting as she leaned back, with her ass on the 
edge and her soft thighs spread wide. Her soft breasts and her pale, soft 
skin made her look a lot younger than she was. When Mary began kissing her 
belly, Majbritt closed her eyes and was lost to the world. And when Mary 
reached her pussy and parted her hair with the tongue, she was lost in 
passion. She never uttered a sound, but her face was contorted with the 
emotions running through her body and mind. She suddenly opened her eyes 
wide and stared at Mary's head between her thighs.

	"Oh, my God, I'm doing it. It's fantastic, Mary. I've had fantasies about 
this since I was 15. It's better than the best fantasy!"

	When Majbritt started coming I pushed Mary aside and shoved my horny cock 
all the way to the bottom of Majbritt in one push. Her spasming cunt was 
like hot silk. I fucked her with urgency, as I knew I should not last long. 
Her soft breasts quivered on her chest, and suddenly Sarah and Mary were 
there to take care of one breast each. Majbritt never stopped coming while I 
fucked her. She slipped from one orgasm into the next, and her cunt got 
wetter and sloppier all the time. Finally I could not hold back any more. I 
grabbed her hips and exploded deep inside her, pumping her full.
She felt so gorgeous to my cock and my hands, that I stayed inside her till 
my cock started to wilt. When I finally withdrew, Mary shocked her two 
friends. She crept up between Majbritt's legs and sucked my sperm out of her 
cunt. What a sight!

	I slumped down in one armchair, Mary in the other, and Majbritt and Sarah 
in the sofa.

	"That was awesome," Majbritt said. "Now we'll have to see if we can get him 
hard for you, Mary."

	"Oh, no," Mary said. "We'll make him hard for you two. I can always have 
him some other time."

	"I sure hope we can have him some other time, too," said Sarah. "This was 
terribly good. I sure hope this is not the only time."

	"Well, we might," Mary laughed, "but for now I want us to take him upstairs 
and do to him, what he has threatened to do to me."

	"Give us a clue."

	"I want to tie him down on the bed and have three horny women fuck him."

	"My God, has he said he'd do that to you?"

	"Sure, but he hasn't done it yet. The closest were the three Italians he 
had me fuck last Saturday. And I was not tied down."

	So we went upstairs, and Mary used her cuffs on me. Soon I was stretched 
out on the bed, and those three crazy women went to town on me. For the next 
hour and a half my world was a blur of cunts, tits, lips and hands. They 
fucked and sucked me; they fucked and sucked each other. They used Mary's 
strap on to fuck me and to fuck each other. I managed to come twice, once in 
Sarah and once in Mary.

	Finally, around four o'clock, they were getting ready to go home. There 
were lots of tender good-bye kisses and wishes for repeat performances.

	Sarah smiled to Mary and said to me: "If ever you need a good fuck, just 
call me."

	"That goes for me too," laughed Majbritt, "but I'd prefer for all of us to 
be together."

	"Out, out, out you go," Mary grinned, as she ushered them out of the front 
door. She turned towards me: "Now we have better get you ready for 
Barcelona. Your plane is at seven, isn't it?"

	"Yes."

	"Well, you've better get showered, then."

	"Will you join me?"

	"No, love. I'll make you a light supper so you don't have to eat that lousy 
airline food. Also I want you to have this smell in your nose when you 
leave. Might prevent you from being tempted by those dark Spanish beauties."

	"Never fear, dear. You really gave me a work over! I'm not likely to be 
tempted by anyone."

	Mary drove me to the airport and promised to pick me up Friday at six.


Chapter nine.

	Even without dad there, my gift of mind control worked perfectly in 
Barcelona, and in Mestre (on the mainland close to Venezia) the next 
Tuesday. I made some very profitable deals, which completed my needs for 
spare parts, and on Wednesday I could leave the office around ten, so I 
could help Mary with the movers.

	Moving to the new apartment was kind of a leaf turned over, and the 
beginning of a new life-style.

	I never had contact with dad again. Of course I missed him, but on the 
other hand I really could not complain. He had given me the gift, he had 
made me a wealthy man, and he had pulled me out of my mediocre life. I 
stayed in contact with Alex, until he thought he had done enough for his 
parents, and chose to go into the light. By that time we had changed from 
wealthy to very rich.

The End.

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