MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 20 (Celebrity Kittens)
A New Kitten
I awakened at the bottom of a human pile. Andy was crushed against one side, her
mass of blonde hair over my face inhibiting my breathing, her head over my arm.
Tinker Bell was jammed against me on the other side. Sometime in the night,
Mary had rolled over Tink and me, crushing Tink into the bed, placing her head
next to mine on the pillow. Mary's fingers were wrapped around my cock. As I
tried to disengage us, I got moans and mumbled complaints as they struggled to
move in their sleepy conditions. Tink was grumbling she was paralyzed, but I
knew Mary's weight had made her lower body become numb and she would be fine in
a few minutes. Finally, I got out of bed.
When I returned from the bathroom, Tink and Mary were gone. I heard china
rattling in the kitchen and hoped coffee was on its way. Andy was now on her
back, arms and legs splayed in a spread-eagle. I crawled between her legs,
laying prone with my head in her crotch.
Gently, I began to lap her pussy with my tongue, letting it touch her clit on
each stroke. I heard a tiny moan. I felt her legs twitch. Her delicious, sweet,
hairless pussy gave off that musk smell. I slipped my arms under her legs and
moved up the bed, bringing her legs up and open, trapped against the inside of
my elbows. She shivered and her eyes fluttered as she tried to focus.
"Oh, Davy," she whispered as her hands found my cock and guided me to her pussy.
I felt her open her lips for me and move her hips to let me slide in. "Quite,
little kitten," I said. She began to purr as I slowly fucked her. I took my
time, letting us build together. She was growling and sweaty as her legs
tightened when she orgasmed. I let myself join her. She locked her legs around
me, not letting me escape as I softened in her with our juices oozing out of her
around my cock.
"That was beautiful," Tink said with a sniffle. She was standing beside the bed
watching us. How long she had been there, I did not know. I do know the coffee
she brought was perfect drinking temperature.
After a huge, hearty breakfast, Tink offered to teach Andy some new skills on
the slopes. They left together, happy and eager to begin their skiing. Mary and
I cleaned up, dressed, grabbed our skis and walked to the lifts. We got in line
to take the gondola to mid-Vail, which is half way up Vail Mountain and the
starting point for all the lifts to the top and the bowls in back.
The ski area was packed with tourists which was to be expected since this was
one of the busiest days of the year. Often, Vail residents do not ski when the
place is congested but I liked the crowds. They were festive, talking and
jostling, as they waited their turn to ride up the mountain to ski.
Then, I saw her.
"You are drooling," Mary said with a laugh. I felt her finger wipe away the
spittle on my chin. I blushed and she giggled, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"What is there about her, Davy? Why does a man who has all the women he wants
react to her like that?"
It was a legitimate question. Why does a man who has two very desirable, totally
submissive, wild, wonderful, sexual woman programmed for his every need, find
and fuck three others yesterday and now drool over another woman, even a woman
so well known? I don't know everything. But, I knew I wanted her.
"Want to meet her?"
"What?"
"Do you want to meet her?"
"Of course."
"She is a kitten."
That took a minute to sink in. I was not sure I had heard her correctly.
"What did you say?"
"She is a kitten. They all are."
"Mary, quit being cryptic. What are you trying to say?" My voice was sharp but
my cock was controlling it and he, as always, felt a natural urgency.
"All of the women on her TV show have been programmed by Bert. They are all
kittens."
She had a laughing expression on her face like a mother explaining something
humorous to a not-to-bright child.
"Let me ask a question so I am sure I understand what you said. She and all the
other women on Baywatch have been programmed to be kittens? All I have to do is
ask my questions and she will go to bed with me?"
"Yes."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No."
Okay, so I was not sounding too bright but I certainly had not expected this.
"Please explain."
"Bert wanted to have sex with a lot of women. He knew it would be difficult to
find them one by one. So, he often took them in groups. He did all the Baywatch
women in one day. Of course, he had to go back a few times when they had cast
changes but he got them all."
She waited as I stood dumb, thinking about all those glorious creatures naked
with me. My mind was whirring with visions of them all running towards me,
shedding those red swim suits as they ran. My cock was a tree desperate to be
planted.
"Also, he did the same thing with some other shows."
"Other shows?"
"Yes. Friends, Melrose Place, Savannah, ER, some of the soaps. He tried to get
the casts from all the Aaron Spelling shows. Come on. I will introduce you."
"You know her?"
"I was there when she was programmed. I guess I forgot to tell you but they are
programmed to accept me as a friend so I can get past security and introduce
you. Well? Do you want to meet her?"
I will not tell you her name although I will give you a clue which is clearly
hidden in this sentence. I will call her Eve. Eve smiled at Mary when she saw
her, motioning Mary to her. "Let me introduce Dave Wilson, Eve," Mary said. Eve
gave me that smile which melts the hearts and hardens the cocks of a billion men
worldwide, week after week. I almost got lost in those blue eyes.
Eve and I rode side by side in a two-person chair lift up the mountain. By the
time we reached the top, she was programmed just like I wanted her. We excused
ourselves, took half an hour to ski to the bottom and went to my place. I threw
a few Aspen logs on the fire and made some hot cocoa. We sat on the sheepskin
rugs and got to know each other.
She knew why she was there, but she was in no hurry and neither was I. Time is
an ally of good sex. I wanted to relish the part before the foreplay. We inched
closer to one another. We guys talk about tits and ass but it is the face which
really tells a woman's story. Using her face and voice and body language, she
was seducing me. Of course, I was not resisting but she was magnificent as she
varied the message, gradually intensifying, until I kissed her. Her lips were
hot, her tongue active, just like you imagined.
I will not describe her body. You have seen it many times scantily encased in a
red swim suit as she bounced in slow motion across the screen. In real life it
was even better, her skin soft and smooth, the muscle toned and firm, the
textures rich and varied. Leisurely, we undressed each other, taking our time.
She took my hand, kissing the palm and then placed it over her breast, her
fingers pressing mine into the softness, the nipple hard against the spot on my
palm blessed with her lips a moment before. Always her face, her eyes, held and
enthralled me. We eased down until we were prone, me looking down at her. We
continued our mutual exploration. When I slipped her pink panties down her wide
and flaring hips, she licked her lips in anticipation.
She was hot and eager. She was a talker, little sounds constantly emitted in a
stream of aural ecstasy. "Yes, please, oh, oh, so good, yes, come on, more,
harder, yes, yes." It never stopped. Eyes closed, head back, hair like a silken
cloth around her head, she talked until she orgasmed, her pussy tight around my
cock as she whimpered.
I did not know if it was programming, or acting, or what. I did not care. She
was as good as I had imagined. I know your imagination works as well as mine so
close your eyes and let it go.
We made love, then fucked like two wildcats in an alley, then made love again.
We were resting, my head on her breast, legs entwined, her arm around me, when I
heard a sound. Eve's eyes popped open and she gasped as she tried to pull the
comforter to cover herself. I looked up to see Andy, who had a pen and paper in
her hand, standing over us with a star-struck expression.
"Miss Bleeth, may I please have your autograph?"
She began to laugh, a rich, hearty, sexy laugh.
So, now you know who she was. But, you had guessed from my clue, hadn't you?
To be continued . . .
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