Deep Waters Ch. 06

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Deep Waters - Chapter 6

When I woke the next morning I found that my worries had resolved themselves into a decision. Further, I was determined to act on it regardless of what George Webster or even my beloved Izzy thought.

The problem that was troubling me was that George clearly expected his heir to drink the Deep Well waters and live a long life as the new master of this house. But that meant to me was that I would live on while Izzy aged and died. I knew in my heart that was something I could never accept. I would rather live a dozen years with my wife than a hundred without. Nor did it matter how many women I slept with under the influence of this place, I knew I would only ever love one. The very thought of losing Izzy was like a dagger to my heart.

So I had made my decision. I would tell George that I refused his offer and he could find go and find himself another heir unless he agreed to my sharing the gift of the Deep Well waters with Izzy. I had no idea what the effect of us having a half dose each would be and I suspected George wouldn't know either, given it had never been done before. It could be that that the dilution of the dose would mean we both simply grew old and died naturally, but then that was what I had signed up for when I married Izzy and I was more than prepared to take the risk. The alternative was unthinkable.

I got out of bed quietly, Izzy still being asleep, and picked up the flask George had given me the day before. The bedroom had tea making facilities similar to those you would find in a hotel. I selected a tea cup then filled it with murky orange fluid from the flask, then carried the cup back to the bed and gently woke Izzy. As she sat up I said, "Morning sweetie. I want you drink this - I promise it doesn't taste as bad as it looks," and held out the cup.

Izzy brushed the hair from her eyes and looked dubiously at the unappealing liquid: "Isn't that the special water George gave you? Why are you giving it to me? It's supposed to be yours."

"Yes, but I've decided we share this or I don't do it at all. I've been dosed for several days, so you have a bit of catching up to do. So this one is yours and after that it's fifty-fifty." I could see she was about to argue. I expected that, as Izzy would automatically want what she thought best for me, not appreciating that I had already worked that out. Fortunately, the control this extraordinary liquid afforded me was my secret weapon, so I added, "That's an order Mrs Kemble."

She glanced at me doubtfully, but either I had convinced her or the power worked. Izzy drained the cup and then looked at me again. "What now?" she queried. "I don't feel any different."

"I don't know how long it takes to have an effect," I replied, "But it doesn't seem to have taken long with me. I'll tell you what, let's test it. Olivia and Ryan arrive this morning. You greet them, get some of the ordinary Deepwell water into them and then try giving a few instructions and see what happens. I'll leave them at your mercy until the late afternoon at least. I have business with George and his lawyer that is likely to take some time and it's probably going to involve an argument about me sharing my inheritance with you."

Izzy nodded, looking thoughtful and, I felt, a little excited. I began to wonder what I had let Olivia and Ryan in for.

*****

I dressed, breakfasted and then kept my 10 a. m. appointment in George Webster's office. His solicitor was already there along with a youthful assistant. I was slightly surprised, although perhaps I shouldn't have been by now, to discover that George's lawyer was female and very attractive for a woman in her mid-forties. I had not the slightest doubt that their relationship extended beyond the professional.

However, at this particular moment her interest seemed more focussed on her colleague, a young man who I guessed was maybe five years or so my junior, so in his early twenties. He was tall, slim, pale, reasonably good looking, but had a nervous manner as if confused as to why he was here.

George greeted me and then introduced the lawyer. "Ed, this is Melissa Wilkinson, my solicitor. She has the papers ready for us to go through and sign. And this is her junior..." He looked to Melissa for help with the name.

"This is Thomas Stevens, who has just joined the firm from university." Melissa had a sexily deep and husky voice for a woman. It made everything she said sound seductive. "I've brought him along for... let's call it work experience. Say hello Tom." The young man blushed as he did so, as if shy. Although he wasn't all that much younger than me, I thought he was obviously still finding his feet in the adult world of work. University was a different sort of environment, as I recalled myself. "Why don't you go and work on those documents I gave you," Melissa added and Tom left George's office with what seemed to be some relief.

As soon as he had gone George turned to the glamorous older woman. She had a great mass of curled and permed chestnut hair and a smart business jacket, skirt and blouse combination that made her look simultaneously formidable but also slightly as if left over from a 1980s American series such as Dynasty. She looked slim and fit and I guessed that a gym featured in her routine. She was clearly a woman who didn't lack in self-confidence and the description 'cougar' sprang unbidden into my mind.

"Mel, you really are a very wicked lady," George teased, a mix of humour and affection in his voice. "Inviting that poor boy here when there was no real need, and you old enough to be his mother. He won't know what's hit him."

Melissa grinned in response. "Oh, don't worry about Tom," she said. "He's been eyeing me up ever since he joined the firm, but has been too shy to say anything. I think an older woman taking the lead is just his kind of thing. All that's going to happen is I'm going to make his dreams come true. Lots of men like younger women so why shouldn't the reverse apply as well?" As she said this Melissa gave me a very direct and appraising look that oozed sultry sexuality. I found myself blushing. She saw it and grinned.

"Just to remind you," cut in George, "we do have some business to attend to before you start fulfilling fantasies - whether Tom's or yours. Do you have the papers ready to confirm the transfer of my assets in line with my will?" Looking to me, he added, "This will make any challenges to the will itself extremely difficult. I do have a lot of other living descendants. I have provided for them to the degree I deem appropriate, but that doesn't mean they will all be happy with most going to you."

It was time I followed through on my decision. Forgetting Melissa's distracting presence, I put on a serious tone and said: "Actually, I want to talk to you about that before I sign anything. Might we have some time alone?" I asked, looking at the lawyer.

"Yes of course," George said, sounding puzzled at my request. "Mel, would you excuse us for a moment? I'll send Sarah to find you when Ed's told me what he wants."

"Of course," Melissa said. She didn't look unhappy to be dismissed and I had the distinct feeling she would go and look for Tom.

George sat down behind his massive and imposing oak desk and waved me to a seat on the other side. I took this as a sign that he was somewhat displeased. No doubt he had assumed he had arranged everything perfectly and I was fully ready to become his heir. My sudden request for a discussion was not part of the plan.

"So, Ed, what is the problem? I gather that after I showed you the Deep Well yesterday you conducted a little experiment with your new powers and it went very well from your point of view. Indeed, from what I hear a good time was had by all concerned." George, as ever, seemed aware of everything that went on at Deepwell Hall. Presumably the various servants and staff kept him informed.

I decided the best course of action was to be completely honest. "It's about Izzy," I said.

"Ah," George replied, as if he had half expected it.

"As things stand, I will become master of this place, drink the waters, have something close to eternal youth and double the life span of a normal man. But Izzy will grow old and die. I just can't do that. I love her more than youth and I don't want long life if it is without her. If necessary, I would give up all my inheritance for her." My voice was cracking with emotion as I said it. I surprised even myself with just how strongly I felt about this.

"You said 'if necessary'. You have an alternative?" George noted, shrewd as ever.

"Yes. I propose that Izzy and I share the waters, drinking half each. Deepwell Hall would have both a master and a mistress. Do you have any thoughts as to whether it would work?"

George looked at me solemnly. "Not really; it's never been done in five hundred years. The dilution might mean that the water is ineffective and you both just age and die normally."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," I interjected.

Despite my firm declaration, George spent some time debating my choice with me, citing the long history of the Masters of Deepwell that had gone before. I guess this was harder for him than I had anticipated. I was going against centuries of tradition and that obviously meant more to him than I had imagined. Eventually, however, seeing that I was not going to budge, he turned his mind to the question I had asked.

"My best guess," said George thoughtfully, "is that you may both look and feel younger than your true age but probably not have the extended lifespan. The ability to command and influence others should remain, since that power doesn't require much to kick in. Notice how swiftly you gained it for example. And of course the heightened sex drive is something that affects all who drink from the main well."

"That doesn't sound too bad," I said. "Anyway, that's my price. You seem to think I'm the right person to be your heir and have gone to a lot of trouble to arrange it. For that I thank you, but I won't accept unless it is Izzy and I, jointly and equally."

George looked deep in thought, as if he wasn't entirely listening to me anymore. Then he sighed, opened one of his desk's drawers and from it produced and placed on the table a framed photograph. It was the one of my great-grandmother, Vera Kemble.

"I think perhaps you are a wiser man than I am, Edward," - his sudden use of my full name somehow gave this the feeling of a decision being made. "If I'd thought of your idea ninety years ago, Vera and I might have had more time together; a shorter but a less lonely life." He sounded wistful. He gave another sigh and put the picture away again. In a low voice George said, "Very well, I agree to your proposal. We'll get Mel back and decide on amendments to the papers and I will do the same with my will. You and Izzy are now my joint heirs and I wish you a long and happy life together."

*****

Finding Melissa Wilkinson to discuss the changes took considerably longer than either of George or I expected. When Sarah finally tracked her down in one of the many bedrooms, she was with Tom Stevens and in no state for an immediate appearance. When Melissa eventually presented herself in George's office, her glorious mass of hair was still tousled and I noticed she had buttoned her blouse up incorrectly.

"You wasted no time I see," George said with a laugh.

"Wow, that boy has stamina," Melissa replied, grinning happily. "And he's a quick learner too, but I've still got plenty more to teach him. He's waiting for me and once we get this done, I going back. Tom's already cum but he was still hard when I left him; the advantages of youth."

Staying at Deepwell had broadened my mind a lot, but I was still slightly shocked by her brazen openness. But then suddenly Melissa was all business. George told her what we had agreed and Melissa pointed out what would need to be changed, promising to get her office to draw up amended paperwork and get it here by tomorrow. Her work done, she hurried back to Tom and I, with a similar eagerness, went in search of Izzy to tell her the news.

I was conscious that the morning had passed so I presumed Olivia had arrived some time ago and I wondered what might have happened as a result. As it turned out the first person I found was not my wife, but instead Olivia's boyfriend Ryan. I also discovered that the influence of Deepwell, and I suspected my wife as well, had been at work.

I was passing the sitting room located next to the dining room when, not for the first time, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from within. On the previous occasion it had been Ian and Annabel Thornton, together with the handsome footman called Andrew. I wondered if it was them again and peeked round the door, only to see something completely different.

Ryan was naked, lying on his back on a sofa and no fewer than three of Deepwell's resident beautiful and sexy maids - specifically Madelaine the French brunette, Jenny the blonde West Country lass and Martha the ebony Londoner - were tending to him, all equally naked. Madelaine was licking his nipples, Jenny sucking his cock and Martha massaging his feet. Ryan had an epic sized grin of sheer delight on his face as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening to him.

Then Madelaine shifted to sit herself across his face and the grin disappeared from my view to be replaced by the sound of enthusiastic licking from Ryan, as Jenny redoubled her efforts on his cock. I decided to leave them to it. Ryan was very obviously a happy man, but where were Izzy and Olivia?

Given what I had seen, I concluded that the bedroom Izzy and I shared was much the likeliest place to find them and headed upstairs. My hunch was good. I opened the door to find my bisexual wife and her - until now - entirely straight best friend naked on the bed locked in the 69 position. So engrossed were they with each other that they failed to notice my entrance.

I gave a gentle cough to alert them to my presence and my wife looked up from where she had her face buried between her friend's legs and casually, without surprise or guilt (for none was needed of course), said, "Hi Ed. Meeting with George go well?"

Olivia, who was not yet used to these things, took it less calmly and a bit of a scramble took place as the two women disentangled themselves and sat up on the bed to look at me, Olivia blushing at being caught like that. I said hello to them both, but then addressed my wife, who was grinning at me like a cat that had got the cream.

"George agreed to my proposal we share the water," I told her. "We can talk about that in detail later. What I want to hear about is what you have been up to while I was away arguing with our host and discussing dull paperwork."

Izzy's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Liv and Ryan arrived not long after you went to see George. So I made sure they got a good dose of Deepwell water - no miserable cups of tea for them, but a nice long refreshing drink of my own invention with fruit juice, vodka and a lot of healthy well water and as many top-ups as they wanted. I'm thinking of calling it 'Deepwell Punch'. And when that had gone down enough I started giving orders."

"Orders?" I queried.

"Oh, nothing too direct at first," Izzy said. "I just asked them to tell me about their most secret fantasies and feelings, the stuff they would never normally say, certainly not to me and maybe not even to each other. And they did - it was amazing and such fun."

"And?" I encouraged, going over and sitting on the bed with the two girls.

"Well, Ryan said he had always wanted to be with two girls. I think he was probably thinking about Liv and me, but I promptly found one of the maids - it was Madelaine -and got her to fetch some of the others. When they arrived - three of them - I asked Ryan if he would like to fuck all of them together. Well, his tongue was practically hanging out at the sight, so I think you can guess the answer."

"I don't have to," I said with a wry smile, "I saw them earlier in the sitting room downstairs. And what did Olivia think of you setting her boyfriend up for an orgy with three other women?"

Olivia herself answered me. "Izzy told me it was all good and I shouldn't worry and just go along with it, and I knew she was right and everything would be fine. Then she brought me up here and I forgot all about Ryan." She sounded docile in her acceptance of the assorted weirdness that had happened to her in the last few hours, but also contentedly happy.

Something was puzzling me. "My understanding," I said carefully to Izzy, "was that the effects of this cocktail of minerals in the water here couldn't actually change a person's basic sexuality or make them do anything truly against their nature. Olivia has always resisted your advances, so what's changed?"

"Ah," replied Izzy, a note of triumph in her voice. "I'll let Liv answer for herself, but all I'm saying is I always knew it!"

I looked at Olivia. She blushed again, but answered. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with another girl but I was too afraid to find out, and of course I love Izzy as a friend and... you know... she's really pretty and if there was anyone I was ever going to.... I mean, I would have wanted it to be her... and anyway, now it's happened, it was amazing! I wish I'd done it sooner," she finished in a rush.

"See," said Izzy, "I was pushing at an open door. All the water did was loosen Liv up a bit. I knew she had it in her!" My wife looked outrageously pleased with herself, having 'converted' her best friend into yet another lover. "There's more," she added. "Ask Liv what she said about you."

If I thought Olivia had blushed before it was nothing to now. She had gone bright scarlet. But I didn't need to ask anything, as she volunteered the information. "I told Izzy I've always fancied you, from the first time she introduced us. Of course I would never have done anything, what with you and her being in a relationship."

I smiled at her, "If it's any comfort, I thought you were hot too, but I also would never have betrayed Izzy. None of what matters now though, does it? At Deepwell everyone can enjoy themselves as they want without jealousy. So why not do that?" I started to undress. Izzy's deepest fantasy was about to come true. She was going to have a threesome with the two people she most wanted and loved - her husband and her best friend. To be honest, I was rather looking forward to it myself.

Soon I found myself sitting naked between two equally nude girls, an arm around each of their waists. I took a moment to compare them. They were a lot alike these two friends, at least physically if not in personality, Izzy being much the more daring. They were about the same height and of similar build, although Izzy was slimmer and Olivia, without being overweight, naturally more rounded, with more prominent boobs and backside. Olivia's hair was straight rather than Izzy's ringlets, and a slightly darker shade of brown. But aside from these minor differences, they could have been sisters, even looking somewhat alike.

"Lie back on the bed," Izzy said to me, "and I'll show Liv what you like."

Something interesting had just happened. When Izzy had given me her instruction I felt the urge to obey it, in much the same way I did with George. Given that I knew I could do the same to her, once we started sharing the waters fully we would have to be careful and reach some agreement otherwise it was going to get very confusing for us and everyone else. For example, what would happen if I asked one of the house employees to do something and Izzy then gave them a different task? Still, there was plenty of time to worry about that later and at present I was happy to obey Izzy's request.

With me laying on my back, a girl resting on either side, Izzy proceeded to deliver her 'blowjob masterclass' to Olivia. I doubted it was really necessary - Olivia had a boyfriend and I imagine she knew about oral sex - but as I was the beneficiary I wasn't complaining.

"Ed likes me to run my tongue over his cock and then take the head in my mouth and gently suck while playing with it with my tongue." Izzy then proceeded to demonstrate exactly that before taking her mouth away and saying, "Your turn" to Olivia, who did the same thing. I would have happily given both girls ten out of ten but neither asked for my opinion. Instead Izzy turned her attention to my balls.

"You can lick, gently suck, stroke and above all lightly scratch them - Ed loves that - but never too roughly. They're quite sensitive." Olivia watched intently as Izzy demonstrated, slowly stroking my cock with her hand as she did so, then she tried it as well. I lay back, eyes closed, a silly grin on my face and no longer thinking much about anything as the two girls methodically worked on me. Being used as a sex toy had its advantages.

"Finally," Izzy noted in a serious tone, "Ed loves to be deep throated - like this." My wife went down on my straining erection and stuffed as much as she could into her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as I felt her lips closing on the base of my cock.

Izzy came up for air and without being asked Olivia took her place. To my surprise she outperformed my wife, her lips contacting the skin of my groin. I could feel my cock head being squeezed by her throat. I gasped and groaned in shock and delight at the feeling. Far from being jealous Izzy gave a squeal of glee at the success of her friend.

Still feeling rather like the anonymous plaything of these two, I felt this had gone far enough and when Olivia drew back, I issued a few orders of my own. "I can tell you that I also like to lick pussy!" I announced truthfully to Olivia. "And I think it's time I tried yours."

Moments later I had my face happily buried between Olivia's legs and was finding my way with tongue and fingers around a new pussy - always a pleasure as they differ so much in form and responsiveness - and trying to figure out what my new lover liked best. Not to be left out, Izzy had given up delivering lessons and was content with enthusiastically licking and sucking on my cock.

I realised needed to fuck Olivia and soon - let's be honest, it had been floating around in my fantasies for a couple of years. With a few words, eagerly obeyed, I got Olivia kneeling on the bed and moments later I took her from behind, my hard cock entering her pussy to fuck her doggy- style. Izzy was sitting up on the bed and her smile of satisfaction couldn't have been greater if it had been her I was fucking. She had been waiting for this moment almost since she and I met.

I smiled back at her and said; "Don't be shy sweetie - you know what you want to do."

Izzy grinned at me. "You know me too well," she said and laughed. Then she manoeuvred across the bed to end up with her legs spread in front of Olivia's face as I continue to pound her from behind. Izzy seized Olivia's hair and pulled her face up before ordering "Lick my pussy, bitch!" but there was no malice in the order, rather she was teasing her friend.

Olivia, understanding, did her best to grin back at her but she also obeyed and soon her face was buried between Izzy's legs as she worked her tongue on my wife's clit. I looked along the length of my latest conquest and asked my wife: "Happy Izzy?"

"Oh fuck, Eddie, this is better even than my fantasies."

"You know I'm gonna screw your arse off once I've finished with Olivia?"

"You'd fucking better!" Izzy replied.

I pounded away happily, watching Olivia eat my wife out, as my cock thrust into her tight, wet cunt. I ran my hands over Olivia's smooth round buttocks and then gave them a playful spank before gripping her hips. Why hadn't I done this years ago? Izzy had wanted it and Olivia was hot and a great fuck. Such were my thoughts and yet in reality before we came to Deepwell only a few days ago, it would have been entirely impossible.

I guess Izzy was just as turned on as me, because she now threw her head back and gave a throaty moan. I realised she had cum on Olivia's lapping tongue and the thought excited me so much that I forgot that I had intended to spin this out longer and instead thrust my cock in and out of Olivia's pussy at frantic speed. When she came so did I, thrusting deeply inside her pussy and coating her vagina with my sperm. It was a sublime moment of pure release that seemed to sum up what had happened to me in the past week. All my old inhibitions had vanished in a haze of satisfied lust.

Afterwards, the three of us lay tangled together on the bed. I explained that Izzy and I were now the joint heirs to Deepwell Hall, filling the girls in on my agreement with George. I didn't mention the secrets of the wells. Izzy already knew and it didn't seem necessary to tell Olivia somehow. Some of our host's respect for tradition and the keeping of secrets had rubbed off on me after all.

"I want you to stay with us," Izzy told her friend. "Come and live here at Deepwell."

"What about Ryan?" Olivia asked.

"Him too; the more the merrier," Izzy said with a smile.

"But... we have jobs, a home, responsibilities..." Olivia replied, not sounding convinced by her own argument. The attractions of Deepwell were working their magic.

"You rent at the moment," Izzy said, "and this place is huge. We'll let you live here for free. I'm sure you can get new jobs nearby. Besides which, I think Ed and I are about to come into quite a lot of money. I want my best friend and new favourite female lover by my side. And," she added firmly, "What I say goes." Izzy glanced at me to show she has thinking of the persuasive powers of the Deepwell waters.

"Unless I say otherwise!" I responded, but smiled to show I wasn't looking for an argument. "In this case I think what you suggest makes a lot of sense. Having Olivia here sounds good to me." I grinned and glanced to where my cum was slowly leaking from her pussy so they both followed my meaning.

We were just about ready to start on the inevitable round two when there was a knock at the bedroom door. I got up and opened it without bothering to dress and with two naked women on the bed behind me, trusting to the unusual morals of Deepwell. In this I was justified, as it turned out to be Madelaine with Ryan and the latter was as nude as us although the French girl has resumed her maid's uniform.

"Monsieur Ryan was wondering where his girlfriend was," she explained, "and I guessed she would be here."

"Come in," I said, and as Madelaine turned to go, I added, "you too... if you've got the time?"

She smiled at me: "For you monsieur, always." She entered and closed the door.

Ryan seemed rather dazed, as if he couldn't believe anything that had happened to him since he had arrived here a few short hours ago. He just stood there staring at Olivia and Izzy on the bed. I decided to take a hand.

"Ryan, tell me, I'll bet you've entertained a little fantasy at some time about my Izzy - or maybe even Izzy and Olivia together?" Izzy had told me Ryan had made a pass at her, so it seemed a reasonable guess. After all Izzy is a hot girl and I have some idea of how the male mind works, given the fantasies my own dreams up. Ryan looked at me, still appearing a bit dazed, but he nodded.

"Well good news, because it's about to come true," I said. "I've been enjoying myself with Olivia, so it seems only fair." I looked over to the girls on the bed. "Would you two mind taking this poor boy in hand? He looks a little lost!"

A few minutes later Ryan was on the bed, his cock in my wife's mouth while she enthusiastically sucked and licked it, while his girlfriend was lovingly kissing him, her tongue deep in his mouth. I was sat in a chair, Madelaine on her knees between my legs working on my cock, while I mused that Olivia and Ryan were going to make splendid additions to what I was already beginning to think of as my household.

Izzy stopped sucking Ryan's cock - it was now firmly hard again - and moving round on the bed she positioned herself above it, grasped his erection in one hand and lowered herself onto it, wriggling down until its length was fully embedded in her pussy. She began to move slowly up and down, shafting herself on his dick. Olivia, watching her best friend fucking her boyfriend gave a simple smile of contentment, then moved round to sit on Ryan's face, looking toward Izzy. The two girls leant toward each other and kissed.

"Come and sit on my cock and watch this," I ordered Madelaine. "The Deepwell effect in full swing," I added, with a chuckle. Madelaine did as she was told, facing away from me so we both an excellent view of the threesome on the bed. The French girl rose and fell on my cock, gently fucking me.

"It is rumoured among the staff, monsieur, that you may be the next master of Deepwell," Madelaine said without breaking rhythm.

"Would you like that, if it were true?" I asked cautiously. I should have realised that there would be gossip about so important a matter.

She smiled, "Oui Monsieur. You and Madame are a most beautiful, kind and, if I may say, sexy couple. While I hope Monsieur George lives for many more years, he has told us that will not be so. I can think of no finer successor."

So the staff knew Webster was dying then. They must be wondering what would happen to them when he was no longer there and if I were his heir what I would do. I felt it was unfair to leave them in the dark and decided to talk to George about that tomorrow. In fact an idea came to me, if it could be arranged at short notice.

But for the moment I had three beautiful women to fuck, with some help from Ryan. I was certain it would be a long but wonderful evening. I gripped Madelaine by the hips and thrust up into her and she moved on my cock.

"Thanks for your kind words Madelaine; I genuinely appreciate them. Now get on your knees. I'm going to take you from behind." She hastened to obey, as I had known she would, because that's what people did - obeyed the Master, and now also the Mistress, of Deepwell Hall. I was being seduced by this place of what seemed endless erotic pleasures, but I could see as George had hinted, the trick was going to be not to abuse it.

*****

Chapter 7 will conclude Ed's narrative of his week as a guest at Deepwell Hall.