MyInhert7 Love Letters (MC, everything)

MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 7

Love Letters 

Immediately on our return to Colorado,  I tried to follow the
instructions Uncle Bert had given me through the nun in Santa Fe. I
guess I was surprised he had used a nun.  I did not think about it at
the time, but she was probably the only woman he ever met he did not
try to boink. Then, maybe he did.  I thought the third house was Aspen
since Uncle Bert bought it after he bought the two ranch houses.  I
spent four days tearing the place apart.  Nothing. Then, I went back
and checked the legal records in the court house. One of the ranch
houses was bought in Mary's name. The third house had to be Vail. 

His Vail house (my Vail house now) was a freestanding residence with a
glorious view of the Gore Range overlooking the original Vail Village
and facing the ski slopes. It was about twenty four hundred square
feet.  I searched high and low, finding nothing.  I tried to think
like Uncle Bert would have thought. 

Love Letters. Lower Level. It was the kind of word game that would
appeal to Uncle Bert.   In the basement, I searched throughly, even
taking down the ceiling tiles,  before I realized the fireplace did
not appear to be as big as the space it occupied. 

Uncle Bert and I had explored an old castle one summer in Europe when
I was eleven.  It was the kind of castle Hollywood puts in every
pictures, with turrets and towers and secret hiding places.  That
castle had a secret hiding place in the fireplace  capable of holding
the royal family if they were threatened by danger.  My hiding place
would be much smaller.   It took me two hours of pushing, pulling and
trying, but then a brick moved. Then another moved, leaving me space
to put my hand in there. When I found a latch and pulled it, the
facing came off in my hand. There was a box inside.  It contained love
letters and the second volume of his notebooks.  Of course, the
notebooks were an essential part of the treasure hunt but the letters
were more interesting.

About forty women had written him, or, at least, he had saved the
letters of forty women.  Some were really steamy.  As I poured through
them, my cock getting hard from reading and my ass getting sore from
sitting, I wondered how many of these women I would meet.  Knowing
Uncle Bert, I would find an index that cross referenced these letters
to a detailed list complete with addresses.  Now, I was reading just
for fun.  I probably should not tell you what they said,  but I am
sure Uncle Bert is laughing like crazy as he looks down on us enjoying
these love letters. 

So, here are a few excerpts:

"My darling, My cunt aches for your big prick sawing in and out of me,
stroking against my rigid button as I scream under you. How I miss
that horse cock between your legs plundering my poor pussy. How I miss
your weight slamming me into the mattress as I scream for you to fuck
me harder. Oh, Bert, how could I have been so stupid as to tell you
no. I will do anything, darling, anything.  Please give me another
chance to please you. Call me, Bert.  I beg you.  I will love you
forever.  Ann"  

Then, there was: "Migod Bert, I can't stop thinking about it. I felt
so powerless, so feminine, so wonderfully helpless and submissive as
you held me upside down over the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing
on my naked body, your face buried in my pussy, your hungry mouth
lapping away, the bridge of your nose caressing my clit.  I have never
come like that. I can still hear my shrieks echoing off the canyon
walls. Just call me, baby, anytime you get a wild hair. I am always
ready for you. Love always. Bunny."

Uncle Bert did not care if the women he fucked were married, as he had
explained when he gave me the message through Andy.  One letter,  in
particular, proved that.

"Bert, my love.  I have told my husband about us. I told him I would
stay with him, always appearing to be his loyal wife. I told him I
would love him forever, and, I will. But, I made it clear. When you
want me, you can have me. He will have to live with that.  I want you
to fuck me, Bert. I want you to come fuck me in the big brass bed I
share with my husband.  Tie my arms to the railings and fuck me until
I die.  Hurry, Bert.  I throb for you.  Since he knows now, you can
call anytime. Love forever. Stella.  PS, Marvin wants to know if he
can watch."

And, last, but not least. 

"Master, your slave awaits your pleasure.  I wish again to feel your
lash on my tender skin as the ropes hold me motionless, helpless for
you.  My surrender is complete, master.  My submission total.  I need
my master to direct me, to guide me. I am lost without you.   Forever
your slave. Mary."

I wondered if it was my Mary, the Mary he left me, who enjoyed her
bondage so much. I would find out. 

The letter from Anna was only semi-steamy. That was because it was
written by Uncle Bert in code for me to find and the steaminess was
only a cover for the contents.  In fact, I wondered if he wrote it
steamy and then encoded, or visa versa.

In my seventh summer, Uncle Bert and I created a code. Besides being
fun, it was a tool he used to teach me some higher math.  I had not
thought of it in years but suddenly it was clear and correct in my
mind.  I assumed that was the result of the programming Andy gave me,
allowing me to have almost perfect long-term and short-term memory
recall.  

As I sat on the floor of the basement, I decoded the letter. It gave
me the base formula for the potion. Unfortunately, two of the
compounds were government controlled and another was extremely rare
and expensive. What was not included was the next clue. 

Three months had passed. I was not sure where I was in finding the
solution.

I jumped in the Bronco, and headed west through the Little Grand
Canyon, as it is called, to Glenwood Springs and the ranch house.
Andy greeted me with a huge smile, a wet kiss and by jamming that
marvelous body against mine.  I was really falling in love with Andy.
She was very smart, funny, and, personable. Being twenty-two,  I had
not even thought about those traits after I saw that body. Then, I
just wanted to fuck her until my cock fell off from overuse.  But, now
that I was well fucked, my thoughts could focus on non physical
attributes. Andy had as many of those as she did physical attributes.

Of course, most importantly, she loved me beyond belief.  I wondered
how much of that was programming and how much was me.  I have talked
to guys who were very wealthy.   Some of them lamented they never knew
if it was them or the money that attracted women. I know how they
felt.  Was it me or the programming?  It does not make any difference
in the woman's performance.  But, it makes a difference in how I feel
about it.

I did not ignore Mary. It seemed so strange that I could be fucking
one of them, mother or daughter, and, the other would be peacefully
watching us, waiting her turn. But, quickly, I learned to love it.
There was never any jealousy or animosity between them over me.
Programming women is a magnificent idea.  They are such wonderful,
delightful creatures. With a few simple mind modifications, they are
perfect.  

I tried to visualize what my life would be like if Andy and Mary had
not been programmed.   I could not visualize sleeping happily between
them.  I could visualize having my eyes scratched out.  Like I said. A
few, simple modifications. 

Oh, well.  That, as much as anything, in what my treasure hunt was
about. 

The next day, Mary, Andy and I were in bed, one on each side. Andy was
absentmindedly stroking my cock as Mary nestled in the crook of my
arm.  The bondage letter from a Mary jumped into my consciousness. So,
I asked her.    "Do you like bondage and discipline?"  

Her eyes got big and she twitched. "Yes," she squeaked. 

"What do you like about it the most?"  

Andy was watching us closely. "I have never done that," Andy
whispered, holding tightly to my rising cock.

"Well, Mary?" 

"Davy, if we talk about it,  you are going to have to fuck me. Even
thinking about it makes me terribly horny." Mary's nipples were hard.
She squeezed her thighs together to tantalize her clit. "I like being
bound, feeling totally helpless.  I love the surrender, giving myself
to a man... Davy, please," she moaned.  

"Masturbate!"  Her hand flew between her legs, as she whimpered. 

"What else?"  "When I am aroused, I like the sting against my skin of
being spanked... or, whipped."  

"You like pain?"

Mary shook her head.  "No. Stimulation, breaking of pleasure so it can
build again." Mary groaned and her hand flew faster.   

Andy grabbed my arm.   "I need to speak to you in private, David," she
said seriously.   She started to dress.  "David, you must come with
me!"  

It was a command and Andy never gave me commands.  No.   That was not
right.  I had received commands from her.  Each one of them preceded a
message from Uncle Bert.

"Where are you going?  Please don't leave me,"  Mary begged.  

"David and I are going to his house. You stay here." Andy sounded
cold, devoid of emotion, so I knew a message was coming. 

"Mary, masturbate until we come back," I said. 

"Please, may I cum?"  

"Yes, but, only when you hear the door close on our return."  Mary
groaned. 

 When we got to my house, Andy pushed me in my easy chair, knelt
between my legs and said, "don't touch me."  Her eyes glazed as she
looked at me.

"Davy, boy. It is dad again. This is not part of the great treasure
hunt. This is something more important. This is about sex.  By now,
you must know I loved the ladies. I just hope I am in heaven because
my view of the place is unlimited, continual sex with women, the least
of which is Yasmine Bleeth. The only way you could access this
communication is by saying "bondage and discipline" in front of Andy.
Did you get it from Mary's letter or did you think of it yourself?  I
wished I knew.  

Okay, son. Here is the deal.  Mary has a letter which contains the
name of a madam in San Franscio and a domantrix in New York.  These
two women are the best sex instructors in America.  Mary and I had
their courses.  Andy never has.  I want you and Andy to take a
vacation, two weeks at each place to learn together. It will be fun.
The letter Mary possesses will give you has all the information you
need.  

Your next treasure hunt clue comes from Mary herself but she is
programmed not to tell you until all the following have been
completed.  

First, all the texts I told you about in previous clues and the
notebooks you have found must have been throughly read and understood.
I sort of lied to you when I told you about the programming Andy was
going to give you. I had her program you for two things I did not tell
you about.  You cannot lie about any phase of your training when Mary
or Andy asks you. And, you can not lie to yourself about these things.
So, sue me. 

Second, the courses with the two sex queens most be taken and
successfully completed. 

Third, you must seduce ten women in Vail and ten in Aspen. Given the
sexual nature of women in those towns, this should take about eight
hours in each place.  What makes it difficult is that you must take
them three ways and get them to either let you tie them up or take a
video of the sex. It is a good thing ski season is coming up.  You
will have a lot of vacationers to increase your odds. Look for women
from Dallas with a least two kids.  I have found they are wonderful
fucks and hot as pistols.

Many women in Vail and Aspen have already been programmed by me. I
told you what the trigger is for them.  Again, be careful. If you stop
a programmed woman on the street and tell her to blow you, you will
get a blow job and arrested.  Now, this should be fun because  you
will get the hell slapped out of you by women you think are programmed
but are not.  And, I have not given you the list of my women yet.
Anyway, if you take any of these women it will be good sport but it
does not count against the ten. You got to catch your own fish.  Yes,
Mary loves B&D. I did not program that. She loved it when I met her.
Have fun son. I love you."

Andy shut down, her head falling to her chest.   I got a soda and told
Andy "repeat".  She gave me the message again. Then, I erased it. 

"Andy?" I said. She awakened, falling against me as she tried to
stand.  I helped her stumble into bed.  I crashed beside her feeling
her warm body gently breathing against mine.  I was there about thirty
minutes when I remembered I had told Mary to masturbate without
cumming until I got back.  

This mind control power can be a problem. Had I gone to sleep, Mary
could have masturbated all night without cumming.  She was helpless. I
told her to do it and not to join us.  As I dressed, I wondered if she
would have masturbated until she died.  I ran to their house, charged
through the door and slammed it.  

"OH, YESSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed.  "YESSS!  I'MMM CUMMMMINNNGGGG!" 

When I got to the bedroom, she was still flopping like a fish out of
water, rolling all over the bed, which was soaked in sweat and pussy
juice, as her hand flew between her legs.

Poor Mary had been masturbating for an hour, always on the edge of
orgasm.  Her face turned towards me but her eyes were that glazed,
unfocused look of satiated lust.  Her pussy smell was overpowering. I
was going to get in bed with her.  I did promise to fuck her when I
got back. But, she whimpered "no more" and went fast to sleep.  She
was snoring loudly when I locked the door on my way back to Andy.

To be continued. . . .