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To Live In a Factory.  All parts.

	by Spiller.

Part one.

	When Jonas woke up he was alone. A small note was placed on the pillow 
beside him: "We had to go to work. Breakfast is in the cantina on the ground 
floor. Thank you for a wonderful night."

	He looked around. All traces of their wild lovemaking had disappeared, 
except from his memory. A quick shower brought him back to reality, and soon 
he enjoyed the morning light on the terrace. The serene quiet, and the 
beauty of the lake and the mountains, made up his mind for him. He would 
start working on his first symphony here. For a long time during his 
studies, he had built the structure of a big work in his head, but he had 
never had the time, the peace, and the inspiration to do anything about it.

	On his way to the cantina he poked his head into Sarah's office. "Hi, dear. 
What a wonderful night. I'm going to have some breakfast, and then we should 
talk."

	"Sure. I'll join you there in a few minutes. You go ahead."

	He was halfway through his breakfast when Sarah joined him. "You wanted to 
talk?"

	"Sure. I still can't believe yesterday was true." He smiled and touched 
Sarah's hand on the table. "I have decided
to stay here and start work on a symphony. I'll never find a more inspiring 
place. Is it OK that I stay for a while?"

	She smiled. "I'm sure a lot of the girls shall  welcome it, and I for one."

	"I shall have to call Copenhagen, then. I have to order a powerful computer 
to make hard disk recording, a new keyboard and some software. Then I'll 
have to go there for about a week to pick it up, and to have the computer 
store arrange a crash-course in the software. Can I use the phone in your 
office?"

	"Oh, we didn't show you? There is a phone in the small cupboard on the 
wall, beside the sofa. You're sure you couldn't get the stuff in Verona?"

	"I'm sure I could get it, but I'm not sure they could get an instructor to 
show me how the software is used."

	"Well, I shall not try to put pressure on you to stay. It was only to spare 
you the long ride to Denmark and back."

	"That's very sweet of you. Maybe Verona could work out. The software I need 
is in English. Maybe they have a guy there, who can instruct me in English."

	"Do you want me to call the biggest computer store in Verona? If you tell 
me what you need, I can ask."

	"Yes. That might be a good idea. You might also call a modern music store. 
Perhaps they are more likely to know."

	"OK. Write a list to me. I'll call before noon. Just drop the list at my 
office, when you have finished your breakfast. OK?"

	"Sure, pretty lady."

	Sarah blushed and left hurriedly. Jonas wondered if he should be able to 
follow her advice: "This is sex, not love. Don't make preferences."

	When he dropped by her office she was not there. He placed the list on her 
desk and returned to `Arthur's house'. Around 11 he heard the faint sound of 
a telephone ringing. He opened the small cupboard. It was Sarah.

	"The music-store was a good idea. The computer people had no idea, but 
there is a guy at the music-store who seems to know all about it. He speaks 
perfect English. Call him now, he's waiting for your call."

	The guy really seemed to know all about it. When he heard that Jonas wanted 
to work on a symphony, he quickly made some calculations. Then he said: 
"You'll need a very powerful server to keep such a large file, and then 
you'll need a fast client with a lot of memory to do the work on. Plus a 
printer, of course, to print out the sheet music. I use Macintosh myself, 
and I can recommend it strongly. I haven't had one single breakdown, and not 
one overload."

	"OK. Seems Macintosh is it."

	"Sure. It's a little more expensive, but worth the extra money. About the 
keyboard: I should recommend that you visit us personally. It's up to 
personal taste, whether you like the different voices. I gather you want 
something as close to natural as possible."

	"Of course. I should prefer one with all the instruments of the symphony 
orchestra."

	"Sure. We've got 5 of that kind, but you should hear them yourself. If you 
can drop by around 10 tomorrow, I shall have them lined up for you. By then 
I shall also know how much time I need to get the computers here, and I 
shall be able to give you an estimate of the price. By the way, do you know 
the Ally mixer-program? It's quite new. When you regulate forte-piano on 
each single instrument, it will write it into the sheet music. Very smart."

	"Wow. No, we didn't have that at the academy of music in Copenhagen. Saves 
a lot of manual work, doesn't it?"

	"Definitely. I have a copy here, which you can try."

	"Good. See you tomorrow, at ten."

	At noon production was stopped, and a light lunch was served at the 
cantina. Jonas was led to a chair with the name of Arthur carved on the 
back. He only knew Sarah and Gina among the women at his table. He told 
Sarah about his trip to Verona the next day.

	"Fine. I shall have a map of Verona ready for you tomorrow. It's a fine 
town, but it's almost impossible to find your way about, if you haven't got 
a good map. One thing more: We shall have to schedule your Italian lessons. 
That is, if you are still intended on learning."

	"Sure, I really want to learn Italian."

	"Gina will be your first tutor. She'll focus on pronunciation and everyday 
language. You know, so you'll be able to go shopping, or manage a visit to a 
restaurant, etc. Depending on how good a learner you are, she might do it in 
a couple of weeks."

	"At least I'm not a bad learner. I speak English and German and a little 
bit of French."

	Gina smiled at him. "Then Italian should not pose a problem."

	Sarah asked: "What time would you prefer? We can give Gina an hour, either 
right after the siesta, or towards the end of working hours. That means 
she'd be at Arthur's house either around two or around five."

	"For a start, at least, I think I'd prefer two o'clock. That way I shall be 
able to compose in the morning, and then have a long afternoon and early 
evening, too."

	"Fine," Gina said. "I'll be there at two."

	As lunch was coming to an end, a rather small, slim woman, sitting opposite 
Jonas, asked Sarah: "Have you shown Jonas how the sofa on the terrace opens 
up? You know, that was Arthur's favourite place for his siesta."

	Sarah laughed. "No, we didn't get to that. But I guess that you would like 
to show him, Luna."

	She blushed and mumbled: "I could, you know." She turned her head a little 
and looked at Jonas.

	"That would be very nice of you. Shall we leave?"

	They had some small talk on the walk to his house. Luna was not as 
proficient in English as the other women he had met up till now. She also 
seemed to be quite shy.

	When they were on the terrace she said: "Arthur always had his siesta on 
the terrace. Only in very hot summers did he use the bedroom. There is 
air-conditioning there."

	She approached the sofa and showed him how to unfold it. Most appropriate 
that she had volunteered, because the mechanism was quite complicated, and 
he wouldn't have found out by himself.

	"Where are your children now? I mean, that you can go here and help me?"

	"I have only one child. They sleep either in the kindergarten or in the 
sleeping hall. Some of them just play in the playground."

	For a little while Luna just stood there, as if she wanted him to take some 
kind of an initiative. As if she was too shy to do so herself. She was 
actually very pretty, in an innocent way. Small and slim with a lovely 
complexion, which made it impossible to decide whether she was 17 or 28.

	"Well. I think I'm going to lie down. Would you care to rest with me, or 
would you rather go back to your own place?"

	"I'd like to spend the siesta here, it's so quiet."

	Jonas stepped up to her and opened his arms. As if it was the most natural 
thing in the world, she melted into his arms and hugged him.

	"We shall have to get rid of some of our clothes, then, shouldn't we?"

	She looked up into his eyes. "I guess so, it's most comfortable if you are 
naked, you know."

	When he took hold of her T-shirt and pulled upwards, she lifted her arms to 
make it easier. The cutest little tits were bared to his eyes. She quickly 
removed her skirt and panties in one movement, and laid down on the double 
bed. She pulled the thin, white sheet over her body and waited. While Jonas 
undressed he looked down on Luna. You could say she was the absolute 
opposite of the women, who had fucked him last night. She was shy and a 
little embarrassed, but in her eyes he saw her longing. When he joined her 
on the bed, she slipped into his arms and laid her head on his shoulder 
while she pressed her belly and her pubic bone into his hip.

	"It's the first time I've done it," she almost whispered.

	"Done what?"

	"Taken a seat at Arthur's table."

	"What makes that so special?"

	"Oh, my God, they haven't told you?"

	"No."

	"Those of us, who would like to spend the siesta with Arthur, sit down at 
his table at lunch. Well, now it is with you. But there was always kind of a 
fight to get a seat there."

	"Wow. They didn't tell me."

	"I've always been too shy to do it, because the whole hall will know that 
you are horny, but you looked so cute and young. I couldn't help doing it."

	In one soft, sliding movement she rolled on top of him, sensed his 
hardening cock and softly pressed her wet cunt against it, to slip the head 
in between her slippery lips. He hadn't reached full hardness when he was 
buried to the hilt in her hot vagina. She lay very quiet for a moment, 
enjoying the feeling of his cock growing inside her.

	"Ooohhh. You are very big, Jonas. Ooohhh, it's great."

	She began moving her hips up and down, while her head was still buried on 
his shoulder. Suddenly she pushed herself up with her arms, until she was 
sitting up straight.

	"Oh, my God, you fill me up so wonderfully. Will you please let me fuck you 
this way? It's the only way I can have an orgasm."

	"Of course, Luna. This way I can watch you a lot better. You are very 
pretty, you know. I love your breasts. Can I touch them?"

	"Oh, yes, I love it."

	She was lovely to look at, and her cunt made the most gorgeous gurgling 
sounds, as she fucked herself up and down on Jonas' hard cock. Her small 
handfuls of tits were jumping around on her chest, obviously a little soft 
and sagging from breastfeeding, but very cute and erotic anyway. When he 
stopped their gyrating with his hands, she let out a deep sigh, and a little 
later, when he pinched her nipples lightly, she positively groaned and 
moaned.

	"Oh, yes," she panted, "Pinch them a little more. Yesssss, Oh, it's so 
good."

	She began accelerating. Slowly and deliberately she increased her speed and 
her movements, until she was virtually slapping into him in a fast rhythm, 
which soon exploded in a loud scream. "Ooohh, yesssss, yessss, aaaaahhh, 
yesssss." While she was coming Jonas grabbed her slim hips, and without 
leaving her spasming cunt he turned her over on her back and fucked her hard 
and violent for half a minute, until he also came hard and collapsed on top 
of her. For a moment they held on to each other's sweaty bodies, and then 
finally Jonas rolled of her.

	"That was lovely, Luna. You are such a beautiful woman."

	"Mmmm. I loved it, too. You are so good, Jonas."

	"We are hot and sweaty, Luna. Let's go and cool off in a cold shower. We'll 
rest much better."

	Soon they were sleeping, side-by-side, in the cooling breeze on the 
terrace. Luna woke him up shortly before two.

	"Hey, lover. I have to go back to work now, and you'll have to get ready 
for your first Italian lesson. Do you want me to show you how to fold the 
bed back into a sofa?"

	Jonas pulled her head down and kissed her. "Sure. It did look a bit tricky, 
but on the other hand, it feels like a real bed, when it is unfolded, and 
when it was a sofa I couldn't see that it would unfold."

	He got out of bed, and Luna folded the bed, as if she had done it before. 
She kissed him gently and said: "You were lovely, Jonas, but you've better 
get dressed now. Bye for now." And she was gone.

	While he was dressing, Jonas contemplated what had happened to him. He just 
could not believe, that he had barely spent 24 hours in his new possession, 
and already he had fucked five gorgeous and horny women, and beautiful Sarah 
he had fucked more than once. "I think they are going to run me down," he 
thought.  On the other hand, during long periods through his education, when 
he had been without a steady girlfriend, he had often masturbated twice a 
day to relieve the pressure.

	"Hi. Teacher is here!" Gina's hoarse voice rang through the house and 
reached him on the terrace.

	"I'm out here."

	"OK."

	He was preparing a pitcher of white wine, mineral water and ice-cubes, when 
she stepped out on the terrace.

	"Ahhh, that looks wonderful. Did you have a nice time with Luna?"

	"Can I pour you a glass?" When she nodded he continued: "I'm not going to 
tell you, Gina. When I was a teenager, my father always told me, it is the 
epitome of disloyalty to reveal to other people what you have done with a 
lover."

	"Wow. Now you mention it; I don't think I ever heard Arthur talk about the 
other girls. And actually I liked him for it. There are so many silly men, 
who have to brag about their exploits. He has certainly taught you well."

	She went up to get her glass and kiss his cheek. "Shall we sit down and 
proceed?"

	Gina turned out to be an excellent teacher. She had prepared a small note 
of her planning, but most of their `conversation' was done in Italian. She 
was patient and persistent, and she never left a sentence or a word, until 
she was sure he had understood it fully, and his pronunciation was right. "I 
wouldn't want you to sound like a Dane, speaking Italian with an American 
accent."

	After half an hour Jonas' head was spinning. Italian was all new to him, 
and he felt that he was filled up for the day. Strangely Gina could sense 
it.

	"We've better stop for today. I'll just repeat what you've got till now. We 
can go on tomorrow."

	When the repetition was over, she leaned back in her chair, her beautiful 
big breasts calling for his attention by stretching the thin, white material 
of her blouse.

	"I've got nearly half an hour before I have to go back. Do you mind if I 
stay here?"

	"I'll certainly enjoy it if you stay."

	"MMmmm. I might even try to tempt you, you know. That is, if Luna hasn't 
worn you down."

	"Ha, ha. Fishing for information? Your best way of finding out would be to 
show me a little more of your beautiful body. That should remind me of some 
of the wild things we did last night."

	She got out of her chair and stopped in front of him, legs apart and her 
hands on her hips. "I'll do it one better. I'll have you reveal my body. 
Take'm off, Jonas."

	Her skirt with a floral pattern was only held by an elastic band round her 
waist, so he simply pulled it down over her hips, revealing the fact that 
she wore nothing underneath. He touched her swollen shaved cunt. "Oh-oh. My 
wonderfully horny Gina had her mind set for something?"

	"You can't blame a horny girl for trying, can you?"

	"And you can't blame my horny cock for appreciating your try, can you?" He 
raised his hips and pulled off his shorts, patted his hard cock on the head 
and said: "Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable, then?"

	First she climbed the sofa, standing with her feet on either side of his 
hips, pushing her pelvis close to his face. Jonas grabbed her ass and 
pressed his mouth to her dripping cunt. He sucked hard on her clit, bringing 
it into his mouth, where he could flick it with quick movements of his 
tongue.

	"Ohhh, stop it, Jonas. I want your cock." She supported herself on his 
shoulders, while she bent her knees and slowly impaled herself on his big 
cock.

	"AAaaaahhh. God, you are good, Jonas. I didn't need any more pussy licking. 
Rose made me come 6 times with her mouth, after we left you last night. But 
this is heaven!" She closed her eyes, and with quivering thighs she moved up 
and down on his hot, fat cock, leaning in to rub her soft, slightly sagging 
breasts in his face. She opened her eyes again, looking into his eyes while 
she used one hand to unbutton her blouse. She lifted one breast with her 
hand and fed the nipple to his mouth. "Ooohh, Jonas, eat it, suck it, and do 
what you want."

	Jonas sucked very hard on her nipple, which made it swell between his 
teeth. Then he reached round her hip, and at the same moment that he bit 
rather hard into her nipple, he pressed a finger against her asshole. Gina 
let out a loud yell, and grinded her hips hard against his cock and his 
finger.

	"God, Gina, you really are a wonderfully horny cunt."

	"Oh, yes, ooohhh, yesss. I'm a horny cunt. I can't help it. Please, Jonas, 
bite me again and push your finger up my ass, please. Oh, my God, I think 
I'm going to come, now. I am....I'm coming. Oh, God, bite me - diddle my ass 
- I'm comiiiiiing." Her convulsions were so hard, she almost fell off his 
lap. Instead she collapsed with her arms round his neck.

	Jonas grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Get off and lie down on the 
floor, Gina. I've got one hard cock here which didn't catch up with you."

	Willingly she pulled off and lay down with her legs spread wide, showing 
her glistening cunt in all its glory. With a groan Jonas plunged into her 
slippery opening. "Now, you lovely horny cow, you lie dead quiet while I 
fuck you. Tell me what a horny cow you are, but DON'T MOVE!"

	"Ooohhh, yesss, Jonas. Yessss, I'm a horny cow. I can't help it. You can do 
whatever you want. If its dirty, perverted or immoral, I get so horny I 
can't stop. God, Jonas, fuck my crazy cunt. Spurt your hot sperm into me. 
Come, Jonas, do it, come."

	She did what he had told her to do. Her soft, feminine body lay dead still, 
but her cunt was livid, hot and alive, and her eyes were veiled with 
passion. Jonas didn't last long in that hot furnace. Shivering all over he 
emptied himself in her hot cunt, and was rewarded with a hot shower of 
juice. Gina did the near impossible: She didn't move an arm or a leg, but 
her cunt was spasming around his spurting cock, giving evidence to her own 
orgasm.

	Jonas kissed her tenderly and pulled out of her hot cunt.

	"I hope you don't mind, I called you a horny cow."

	She smiled. "Not at all, Jonas, because I am, aren't I? In fact I loved it. 
Like I told you, if it is dirty, perverted or immoral, I'm all for it. I 
can't help it, but I get so terribly horny."

	"Mmm. Glad you didn't mind. I like you that way."

	She got up from the floor and started to dress. "You know, Jonas, if only 
men could be less controlling, wanting to exercise ownership, they'd find 
out that most women are a lot hornier and experimenting than they show their 
husbands or lovers. You and your father are the only two men I've met, where 
I can feel safe and let go of all the inhibitions my mother installed in 
me."

	"Thanks for the compliment. You and Rose are the only two women I've met, 
who are truly kinky. And who show it."

	"You just wait, young man. There are quite a few of us here. You'll meet 
plenty." She collected her papers, kissed him good-bye and started towards 
the door.

	"I'll go for a spin in the mountains. You can tell, if somebody asks for 
me."

	"OK. Have a nice ride."


Chapter two.

	The narrow, steep and winding mountain roads showed Jonas for the first 
time, what kind of a car he had inherited. The Morgan twisted and turned 
like a tiger, and the powerful engine let him spin the wheels at the 
slightest touch, so he could slide almost sideways through the narrow 
hairpin curves.

	On a barren mountain top above the tree limit stood a small shed with the 
faded letters c-a-f-è painted in dull red. The elderly lady owner treated 
him to a simplistic culinary  experience of the highest calibre: Hot, sweet 
espresso coffee, home-baked buns with two kinds of goat's cheese, and a nice 
talk in German mountain dialect. The cheese and the butter, she told him, 
were made on their farm two miles down the other side of the mountain. Her 
son was running the farm these days, after her husband's death.

	While the sun was setting over the magnificent view, this woman told him 
about life in the mountains, about losing her husband, about her son, who 
was not very happy that she wanted to run the small café. "Der hat Angst, 
weil Ich so...  He is afraid that I spend so many hours up here. Of course 
we have no telephone, and he's scared I'll die from a heart attack like my 
husband."

	"Why do you do it, then? You can't have many customers up here."

	"No. A few tourists in the summer. But you have just lost your parents, you 
should know how much good a place like this can do to a heavy heart."

	As darkness crept in from the East, she explained the way back to the lake, 
and they parted with a warm handshake.

	I shall jump the chronology here, to tell that the next day in Verona, 
Jonas bought a set of hand-held radios. In the afternoon he approached the 
café from the other side of the mountain, where he stopped at the farm and 
gave the widow's son one of the radios and explained how to use it. When he 
entered the café, a smiling lady greeted him: "Ach, mein Adonis ist wieder 
da."

	When she sat down at the small table by the window, with an extra cup of 
espresso for herself, Jonas gave her the radio, and told her to call her 
son. He would never more have to be afraid for his mother, as long as she 
remembered to bring it home every night and to recharge the batteries 
overnight.

	A warm friendship developed between them, and whenever Jonas was in Italy 
he would visit the small café at least twice a week. A year later the radio 
saved her. She fell and broke a leg and hit her head badly. When she called 
her son on the radio, he rushed her to hospital, and she was spared any 
permanent damage.

	Well, back to the story:

	When Jonas finally rolled up at Arthur's house, it was way past dinnertime. 
Sarah must have been on the outlook for him, because he had hardly wriggled 
himself out of the Morgan's narrow cockpit, when she came running down the 
path.

	"Jonas. Where have you been? I ha.. We have been so afraid that you should 
have had an accident."

	 He caught her in his arms, hugged her, and kissed her cheek. "Come on in. 
I'll tell you."

	While he told her about the café, the widow, the exhilarating drive, he 
admired her. God, she was so warm, so beautiful and alive.

	"You haven't had any supper, then."

	"No. Maybe we could find a little something in the cantina, or we could go 
downtown to a restaurant?"

	"When we realised you weren't coming, I made a couple of sandwiches and 
placed them in your refrigerator. Will that suffice?"

	"If you'll stay with me, while I eat them, I wouldn't care what kind they 
are."

	"All right, Jonas, I'll stay here while you eat, but not much longer."

	"Sorry to hear that."

	"Well, dear Jonas. First of all, my period started this morning, and I'm 
always terribly sore the first couple of days. And secondly: Like I said 
before, you must be careful not to prefer one of us to the others. If you 
are hungry for a good fuck, I'm sure there are still 10 or 15 willing girls 
enjoying the evening cool on the roof."

	"Yeah. Of course you are right again. And no, I'm not hungry for a fuck. 
But you still can't prevent me from thinking that you're the sweetest and 
prettiest woman I've known."

	Her smile had the penetrating power of Cupid's arrows. She got out of her 
chair and kissed him on his cheeks and his lips.

	"And I think you are a wonderful, nice man, and to tell you the truth, I 
shall have to be careful, too, because I don't want to fall in love with 
you. Nothing good will come out of that. Sleep well, dear."  She kissed him 
again and left.

Chapter three.

	His trip to Verona was a major success. Bruno turned out to be a very kind 
and very knowledgeable man, a few years older than himself, and also an 
educated composer. He worked in three fields, actually. Part time in the 
music store, part time as a training pianist at the opera in Verona, and 
finally he had a small room at the back of the store, where he did his 
composing on an impressive array of computers and keyboards. He had hooked 
up five keyboards to his equipment, and easily Jonas chose an expensive 
Yamaha, which had sounds as close to the natural instruments, as could be 
rendered electronically.

	Bruno had grown up in a mountain village ten kilometres north of the 
factory, and he knew it very well.

	"Oh, yes, I know that factory. You can believe me, there was a terrible lot 
of gossip the first couple of years. So that was your father?"

	"Yes. But he's dead now. Car accident."

	"Are you going to let the women continue? They are doing a fine job, and 
they have earned a lot of respect."

	"Yes, they'll continue."

	"I have to say, your father must have given you a fine upbringing, that 
you'll let them have your property. Not many people would do that."

	"Well, there are so many ordinary factories, where people waste their time 
just to earn a living. I see no reason to make yet another one out of 
something so unusual."

	"Great. I feel sure we might even become friends, once we get to know each 
other."

	They quickly agreed on the equipment Jonas would need. Bruno would bring it 
around on Monday. (After 3, Jonas said!)

	Later he had a light lunch at a café, bought the portable radios for his 
`mountain widow', and was back just in time for his lesson with Gina.

	Jonas had set his mind for a little romp with Gina, but she would have 
nothing of the kind.

	"I have strict orders, Jonas. There is a surprise coming up for you 
tonight, so you've better be at home at nine, and be prepared for anything."

	"That sounds exciting. Can you reveal the nature of this surprise?"

	"No, no, signore. Get your papers out and let's get started."

	After the lesson Jonas took to the mountains in his Morgan, delivered the 
radios to `his' widow and her son, and was back at Arthur's house at five. 
By that time he could feel that he had not rested during the siesta, so he 
got out of most of his clothes and went to sleep on the sofa on the terrace. 
It was past eight o'clock when the evening cool woke him up. He took a quick 
shower, dressed lightly in a pair of slacks and a T-shirt, and sat down at 
his new keyboard to practice, while he waited for his surprise.

	He was dragged out of his reverie by a light tapping on the front door. 
Before he even got up from his stool, the door opened, and the strangest 
procession entered his living room. The eight women looked as if they had 
just stepped out of the pages of a history book. They were dressed in the 
style of Roman women from 2000 years ago, three of them in flowing, white 
garments, and the other five scantily clad to symbolise slaves, carrying an 
array of platters and trays. The `slaves' walked right through the big 
living room onto the terrace, while the three `ladies' went up to Jonas.

	"We have brought your clothes for tonight. Will you please allow us to turn 
you into a Roman nobleman from the days of Tiberius?"

	Jonas was sure he had not noticed any of these three women before, or maybe 
their heavy makeup and elaborate hairdos had changed them beyond 
recognition. He got up to stand among them, and said: "I can't say I 
recognise any of you. Who are you?"

	"For tonight you only need to know our Roman names. We are Lavinia, Venus 
and Liva. Venus is the brown-haired one, who looks like she loves 
spaghetti!"  Venus pushed her playfully on the shoulder. "Baaaa, you are 
just envious. You know, Jonas, Liva has almost no tits." He heard that the 
`slaves' were moving around some furniture behind his back, but Lavinia 
quickly regained his attention by opening his trousers and pulling them off. 
Liva stood behind him and grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it off. For a short 
moment he was naked, but soon a tunic was pulled over his head, reaching 
down almost to his knees. It was very light, almost like a long T-shirt, and 
the edges were embroidered. It was a very comfortable garment, he soon 
realised. Venus placed a wreath on his head, and last Lavina draped a toga 
round his body.

	"Wow," she said. "You really look like a delicious young Roman, of the 
blonde breed." She got up on her toes, threw her arms round his neck and 
kissed him, while she pressed her soft body against his. This could really 
turn into one hot night. When Lavinia let go of him, Venus took over. She 
was a bit on the voluptuous side, very cute to look at, and she kissed him 
lightly. "I'm sure our slaves have our meal ready. May I invite you to join 
us?"

	While they dressed him, the `slaves' had built a low platform in the middle 
of the floor, covered with blankets and pillows. Of course Jonas had seen 
paintings of Roman dinners, so he knew what was expected of him. He reached 
out his hands and led Venus and Liva to the platform, where they all lay 
down, not very close, but within reaching distance. Venus pulled down on the 
cut out in her dress, to show a bit more of her ample, soft breasts.

	"You know, it is considered proper to take off your toga if you get too 
warm. The tunic is sufficient clothing, and it is very comfortable." She 
kissed his hand and smiled. "It allows us to touch you now and then, too."

	The `slaves' walked into the living room, carrying small plates, which they 
placed within reach on the platform. They were certainly dressed to excite. 
A small, thin scarf for a bra, and another scarf tied round their waists to 
serve as a skirt. The skirts were so short that even when the girls were 
standing upright, they did nothing to hide the fact that they were naked 
underneath. One of them stooped to place a plate beside Venus, but when 
Venus stretched out a hand to let it run up her leg, she immediately 
straightened up and spread her legs to make her cunt more available.

	"Is that how they are supposed to react," asked Jonas?

	"Yes. For tonight Liva, Lavinia and I are three ordinary, high-class women. 
We are a horny bunch, all right, but we are to be treated as you would any 
woman. The slaves are different. They are available for anything, and I mean 
anything. They are not allowed to take any initiative, and they can say `no' 
to nothing."

	"Wow. How do you persuade them to play that part?"

	"Ha, ha. They need no persuasion. They are five of our masochists, and they 
love to play this part. Even if we give them a flogging, they'll love it. If 
you'd like to try later on, I bet they'll fight to be the chosen one."

	"Can't say I've ever thought that way, but perhaps I shouldn't exclude any 
possibilities."

	"That would be very unwise, as long as you stay here. And even if it is not 
your cup of tea, it might make a couple of the girls happy."

	They had been eating and drinking for almost half an hour, when Jonas felt 
the heat rise. All that available pussy, the conversation turning more and 
more lewd, plus the great Barolo wine, raised his temperature. He tried to 
pull off the toga, but he found it very difficult, as he was lying on it. He 
made the first movements of getting up, but Lavinia stopped him.

	"No, no. We'll take it off in a much more interesting way."

	She and Liva lay down on either side of him, and Liva pressed her boyish 
body against him, to make him roll a little to the left. When the snip of 
his toga was free, Lavinia pushed her firm tits against him, to make him 
roll the other way, so they could unwind him like a cocoon of a silk 
butterfly. The sexy movements of the two women, plus the soft hands touching 
his body almost everywhere, soon had his cock stand proudly under his tunic. 
Lavinia slipped her hand under the hem and grabbed his `weapon'.

	"Wow, girls. They sure haven't been telling lies. That's a magnificent 
love-stick you've got here, Jonas, I can hardly wait, but I have to." 
Reluctantly she let go of his cock and waved a sign to the slaves. Quickly 
the plates were removed from the platform, and a little later one of them 
placed a tape in the stereo. Strange music, played by drums and an array of 
flutes, filled the room, and the slaves began a highly erotic and suggestive 
dance. The dancing soon turned into more explicit sex. Off went the scarves, 
which had done such a perfunctory job of covering their parts, and hands 
replaced cloth. Still moving languidly to the music, they performed a 
veritable lesbian group show. Jonas just had to touch his hard, throbbing 
cock.

	Voluptuous Venus gently removed his hand and rolled him over to lie on his 
back, while Lavinia gave a few orders in Italian. One of the dancers left 
the group on the floor, climbed the platform and straddled Jonas. Venus was 
lying beside him, and with her left hand she pointed his cock to the target, 
while the dancer bent her knees and impaled herself. With a deep sigh she 
sank all the way down in one push, her pussy being so wet that he met no 
resistance.

	Venus leaned over to kiss him. Then she licked his ear with a pointed 
tongue and whispered: "You are going to savour all five slave pussies. They 
may come, if they can, but they are strictly forbidden to make you come. 
That is reserved for Liva, Lavinia and me. Believe me, they are all terribly 
horny and on the verge of orgasm."

	"Why," Jonas asked, while he enjoyed the silky movements of a hot cunt.

	"They have licked and sucked and masturbated each other all evening, and 
Rose has supervised, because they were forbidden to have an orgasm. They 
have been horny for three hours, now."

	Liva reached out and pinched the slave's nipples hard. That was all it 
took. With an almost painful scream she exploded round Jonas' cock. Her 
orgasm had hardly died out when Venus slapped her ass hard. Immediately she 
got off Jonas, and another slave climbed the platform.

	"You should taste this one. She's so sweet," Venus said.

	"OK. Bring her pussy to my mouth, then!"

	A shaved, plumb, baby-like pussy filled his vision. The contrast between 
her innocent looking peach and the small stretch-marks on her belly, showing 
her to be an experienced woman, added a couple of millimetres to Jonas' 
cock, and he eagerly placed his mouth where it was supposed to be. When his 
tongue separated those succulent lips, an abundance of sweet, slightly 
aromatic juice bathed his tongue, and when he circled her clit she almost 
jumped on his face. Her slim thighs quivered while she moaned: "No, no, no, 
I want to come on his cock. Let me try his cock."

	"We shall have to punish you later for that. You know that, don't you?"

	"Yess," she panted. "I don't care, I want to feel his cock."

	"Do it, then. Do it now!"

	God in Heaven, that cunt was hot. And tight. When Lavinia took up position 
behind her and started slapping her ass hard, she went off like a rocket. 
Jonas had the hardest trouble not to spill his load, while she screamed and 
cramped round his cock. Venus signalled to Lavinia, and with a firm grip 
round the slave's waist she was pulled off Jonas, and the last cramps of her 
orgasm were wasted in thin air. When Lavinia set her free, she collapsed on 
the floor beside the platform.

	"That was close," Venus laughed. With an experienced grip she pressed hard 
on the underside of his cockhead, almost pushing his pending orgasm back 
into his body. "Ready for the next?"

	She could be no more than 17 or 18! An exquisite beauty with the firm, 
smooth body and pointed tits of a teenager. No trace of childbirth.

	"How come she's here? She can't be a mother!"

	"Sure she is. Her baby was very premature, and she is only 17! Better be 
careful she doesn't take you!" When Jonas' cock hit bottom, a very erotic 
veil formed over her big, brown eyes. With a naughty smile she leaned back 
and supported herself on one hand, while she moved the other into her 
abundant black bush and began masturbating.

	She smiled and showed her pearly, white teeth. "Oh, master, I have never 
been filled this good. I promise to sit very quiet, but please let me come 
on you."

	"OK. Your wish is granted, but I want you to move up and down five times 
before you start. Your cunt is very good for a slave."

	She was very good. She squatted over him, supporting her hands on her 
knees. Ever so slowly she stretched her knees until only her lips covered 
his cockhead, and slowly, slowly she descended again. On her way up it 
looked as if the cock leaving her pulled out her cuntlips, and on the down 
stroke they were pushed back in. She was divine. After the fifth down stroke 
she sat down on him, stretched her legs and spread them wide, leaned back on 
her left hand once more, and took to masturbating. She didn't last very 
long. After a few minutes the tiniest little movements in her tight pussy 
told about the oncoming orgasm, and Jonas really had to concentrate on other 
things. He turned his head towards Venus.

When the  young girl came, whining like a gas turbine, he said: "Venus, 
help! I want my first come with you."

Once again Lavinia pulled an orgasming slave off Jonas, and Venus used her 
thumb to apply a hard pressure on the underside of his cockhead.

"Take it easy, Jonas. You don't have to make them all come! See that slender 
girl with the brown hair? That's Mariana. She'll be more than happy, if you 
tell her to bend over the table. Slap her ass very hard a few times, and 
then stick it in. If you order the last slave to help you, she'll pinch 
Mariana's clit, and she'll cry from happiness."

As predicted, Mariana had no trouble reaching an orgasm, once Jonas had 
dealt her ass a few slaps. The last slaps were a lot harder than he had 
intended, but the way she moaned with lust and twisted her behind to entice 
him, made him hit her harder and harder. She was actually coming from the 
spanking and the pinching of her clit, when he finally buried his cock in 
her cunt. Jonas felt so much on top of the situation that she was the first 
slave, who was allowed to finish her orgasm on his cock. While he tried to 
think up a way to enjoy the last slave, she was on her knees, cleaning his 
cock with her tongue. He grabbed her hair.

"Get up on the table on your back, and the rest of you; stand around and 
help me with this slave."

They looked questioningly at him, apparently not understanding what he 
wanted. Lavinia barked a few words in Italian, and immediately the last 
slave lay down on the table, wriggled her ass close to the edge, and spread 
her legs and arms. The other four slaves took up position around her, and 
Mariana set out by slapping her thighs hard a few times, which elicited 
moans of passion from her. When Mariana had guided his cock into this, the 
last slave-cunt, they all used their hands to heighten her passion. 
Everything they did had something to do with pain. They pinched her nipples 
excruciatingly hard; they slapped her belly, grabbed the skin of her belly 
and pulled upwards very hard, to make her clit stand out proud and shiny. 
Any pain they inflicted on her just made her groan and scream even more. Not 
from the pain, but from the lust it generated. Only a couple of minutes 
later she yelled out in orgasm and fainted.

Jonas' head was reeling with passion and new, horny images, when he pulled 
his shiny cock out of the half dead girl. Not even in his imagination had he 
experienced anything like it. His Danish girlfriends up till now had been 
passionate, all right, but it was all so `clean' and straightforward, 
nothing even remotely as decadent and kinky as this. During these few days 
he had fucked more women and tried more kinks than during his whole life up 
till now! He was pulled out of his reveries by clapping hands that applauded 
him. He turned towards the platform, where Liva, Lavinia and Venus were 
applauding him.

"An impressive performance, Jonas. Your father only managed to last through 
all five a few times. You must be terribly hungry for a release."

"You have no idea, Venus."

"Oh, I think so. Do you still want me first?"

"God, I can hardly wait. But I warn you, I'm going to be very fast!"

"Of course, dear. I want you to take all the pleasure, you want, out of me." 
She lay back on the platform, while Liva and Lavinia opened the top of her 
dress and hoisted up her skirts, revealing her pale, voluptuous body. Big 
white breasts with tiny pink nipples, a nicely rounded belly, and her soft, 
solid thighs opened wide to invite him in. Jonas slipped into her hot, wet 
pussy. God, she was so tight, yet comfortable and yielding, as he had never 
felt before.

"Take it easy, Jonas. Just fuck me slowly and enjoy it as much as possible." 
He lay down on her comfortable body. He felt as if he was drowning in a sea 
of the utmost femininity, willing to receive any horny thought or lewd act 
he might harbour. The slow, silky movements let him enjoy her wet, tingling 
cunt and its almost imperceptible fluttering. Finally he got there; the 
orgasm; the spurts; the feeling as if his brain, his spine, his whole being, 
was pumped out through his swollen cock, into Venus' willing body. His 
groans of joy sometimes sounded like sobs, and when the first violent spurts 
had died down, a deep, warm feeling of satisfaction and happiness flowed 
through him. He buried his head in her neck and clung to her soft body like 
a little boy.

As the evening progressed Jonas regained his physical strength, but he felt 
as if the `sex-centre' of his mind had been overloaded. He fucked Liva and 
Lavinia, of course, and four days earlier it would have blown his mind the 
way the slaves serviced them. But now he felt, almost as if he was watching 
himself doing these wonderful things. The women didn't really notice, and 
they were very happy with his performance. Around midnight the party was 
over. Two of the slaves helped Jonas in the shower and tucked him in, and 
for the second time in Italy Jonas spent the night alone.


Part two.

Chapter one.

	Friday after breakfast Jonas received a call from Bruno in Verona.

	"Hello, Jonas. I've got two pieces of good news for you. Your equipment 
will arrive Saturday morning by special transport.  If you want to, I could 
bring it to you Saturday before lunch, and if you want me to, I can hook up 
everything and give you the first instructions. Do you have special plans 
for Saturday?"

	"No. Nothing I know of, at least. That would be very kind of you."

	"Yeah, well, it's good for me too. It's easier for me to get away for 
several hours during the weekend. And it's easier for you to understand the 
software, if we can work on it for some hours."

	"We have a date. What's the next news?"

	"The opera is having their last rehearsal, in costumes, on Aida. It's 
tonight at six. I know that all the scheduled performances have been sold 
out for the last six months. If you want to see this Aida, I have an extra 
free card for the final rehearsal. These cards are reserved for journalists, 
critics, and special guests."

	"How wonderful! I'd love to come."

	"OK. Be at the shop at five, then we'll have plenty of time."

	"Thank you, Bruno. See you at five, then. Bye."

	Jonas went out on the terrace. He pulled a big armchair up to the fence, so 
he could sit comfortably watching the lake, while he tried to catch up with 
himself. His first three days in Italy had been such a blur of new 
experiences, that he could hardly contain them. Last night's orgy, for one.

"I really fucked those five slaves, without knowing anything at all about 
them. They were never persons, women, human beings to me. They were just 
cunts to be fucked. I'm not sure I like myself very much for doing it," he 
thought. He had done his tours of the fleshpots, i.e. of singles' bars, and 
Heaven knows the conversations were never `high level'. But at least you had 
some idea of, what kind of girl you walked home, and contacts were always 
based on some level of mutual attraction. Never this `raw meat' experience.

He should also have to figure out, which part of the social network in this 
commune, was going to be his. Arthur's part had been evident. Eight or ten 
times a year he would arrive, raise hell for a few days, charm them all, and 
then go back home. Jonas felt, that if he wanted to stay in his house for 
several months at a time, to work on his symphony, he would have to redefine 
that part, lest he wanted to wear himself down, or to make himself a burden 
on the small society. He should also have to decide, if he was going to have 
some kind of a social life outside the factory.

When he walked the gravel path up to the factory for lunch, he would not say 
that he was much closer to an understanding, but at least he had opened the 
box of questions.

He was very disappointed not to find Sarah in the cantina.

"She left for Rome early in the morning. She and Rose have an important 
meeting with a nation-wide ring of supermarkets. They'll be back late 
tonight."

"Fine. I can wait till tomorrow. It's not important."

Gina sat down at his table for a short moment. "Jonas, I'm afraid I'll have 
to cancel your Italian lesson today. I'm supposed to baby-sit Sarah's phone 
while she's in Rome. Will that be OK?"

"Sure. I'm going to Verona this afternoon, so I had thought of asking you 
for the same."

"Good. Can I ask what you are going to do in Verona?"

"I've been invited to the last rehearsal in the opera."

"Oh, lucky you. Have a nice evening."

As soon as he had eaten his lunch, Jonas got up and left. There were a 
couple of disappointed faces around his table, but he pretended not to 
notice. After a nice sleep and a shower he took off towards Verona. The 
afternoon was spent window-shopping, until he met Bruno at five. They 
stopped for coffee and wine on their way to the opera, and once again, like 
he had done a few years back on his first visit to the old open-air arena, 
he enjoyed the unique  acoustics and the special mood of that stage. On top 
of that he was treated to the electrical excitement, which always surrounds 
a last rehearsal.

After the superb performance he and Bruno had supper in a small restaurant. 
During their conversation over the meal he found the reason for Bruno's 
excellent English: He had studied composing in London for nearly three 
years, before he finished his education in Rome. It turned out they had a 
lot in common, so it was shortly after 11 before Jonas was back home. "Four 
days," he thought, "and I think of this place as home."

He poured himself a glass of wine and settled down on the terrace to enjoy 
the romantic view. The moonlit lake was smooth as a mirror, framed by the 
dark mountains. There was a faint knocking on the front door. It was Sarah.

"I heard your car. Gina said you wanted to see me, so I thought we might 
share a night cap."

"Sure, Sarah, come on in. I'm having a glass of wine on the terrace. Care to 
join me?"

She slumped down on the sofa while Jonas fetched the wine.

"I could easily have waited until tomorrow," he said. "You must be 
exhausted; going to Rome and back in one day. But I'm happy sitting here, 
just you and me."

"Ditto," she mumbled. For a little while she just relaxed with closed eyes, 
now and then looking up to take a sip of her glass. Then she got up and took 
her glass to the railing. She leaned on one elbow, while she let the beauty 
of the lake surround her. For the first time Jonas noticed that she was 
still wearing her business suit. The short skirt and the tailored coat did 
wonders to her body. She turned her head to look at him.

"What did you want to talk about, dear?"

He told her about the five slave girls, and how he did not like very much 
the way he had treated them as `meat', not as persons. Sarah smiled and 
placed her glass on the railing. Then she went up to his chair, caressed his 
hair with soft hands, and bent down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

"You're so sweet, Jonas. It would be just like you to feel that way." She 
hugged him and went back to the railing. "Relax, Jonas, you did just the 
right thing. Without knowing it, you must have sensed what those girls 
needed. They are true masochists all five. I bet you that you have a fan 
club, and right now they are having masturbatory dreams about you."

Jonas got out of his chair and joined Sarah at the railing. For a while they 
just enjoyed the beautiful sight in silence.

"Was that all, you wanted to ask me?"

"No. But my second question will take too long for you to answer. I 
shouldn't ask it at midnight, when you've had a hard day."

"Aaahhh. It wasn't that hard, and it had a very happy ending. We signed a 
deal which will secure us three very lucrative years, possibly more. Tell me 
what troubles you."

Jonas told about his doubts concerning his place in the social structure, 
now that he had decided to stay on for a while. Sarah put her arm round his 
neck and kissed him.

"Jonas, Jonas, don't worry. Relax and enjoy, have fun and give fun. Nobody 
knows what future will bring. But I'll make you a promise: If at any time 
your presence should threaten our social structure, I'll tell you in good 
time. For the time being I can assure you that we are all very happy that 
you have decided to stay."

Jonas returned her kisses, and for a little while they stood very close.

"I'd like to offer you a shoulder for a pillow, to rest your weary head."

"Thank you for the offer, but....you know my period is not yet over, and 
secondly I AM tired, and I need a good rest more than anything."

"That's OK, dear. I want you to know that your period is no problem to me, 
and it's no problem either, if you prefer your own bed to sleep in. I'll 
like you just as much."

"OK, dear. You're so sweet I shall have to be careful. Have a nice night."

Jonas fell asleep on the sofa, accompanied by tiny sounds of wavelets 
lapping at the rocks and the occasional splash, when a trout  broke the 
surface to catch an insect.

Saturday at breakfast Jonas needed to clarify a few things. How would he 
handle the question of lunch for Bruno, and what would he do with his 
laundry, as he had found no washing machine in his house.

"Lunch is easy. You can either fetch for both of you, or if you are more 
like in a party mood, you can ask if someone would like to bring it."

"I'll get it myself, then. I wouldn't want Bruno to have a heart attack."

Luna turned towards him. "About the laundry. There is a big container where 
you enter the building from your place. That's for non-personal items like 
towels, sheets etc. Your personal laundry you'll have to put in a bag with 
your name on it."

"Where do I find those?"

"Oh, right, you have never delivered laundry before. Well, today it is my 
turn to gather laundry from all over the place. If you want to, I'll pick up 
yours and bring you some bags for future delivery."

Jonas flashed her a smile. "Sure, that's very kind of you. Can you please 
put me in early on your round?"

"Sure. I'll make you my first." This remark elicited little giggles all 
around the table.

After breakfast Jonas went back to his house and gathered all laundry in a 
heap on the living room floor. He had barely finished when he heard Luna 
knock on the front door.

"Hi, come on in."

Luna flashed him a big smile when he locked the door. "Mmmm, I hoped you'd 
do that." She didn't look halfway as shy as she did the first time. She 
unbuttoned the top button of her working dress. "Do you want me to 
continue?"

"I'd love you to continue. Are you sure, you're not too shy to do a strip 
tease?"

"I'm not too shy for anything, Jonas. With you I'm not afraid of rejection 
or disappointment any more. In fact my pussy has been itching for you ever 
since." With deft fingers she opened all the buttons and let the dress fall 
off her shoulders, leaving her totally naked in the middle of the room.

Jonas took her hand and guided her towards a low bench near the big window. 
"Don't you ever wear knickers?"

"Oh, yes, all the time. But I took them off before I went down here. High 
hopes, you know."

Jonas quickly got rid of his trousers and t-shirt. He held her narrow waist 
as he sat down on the low bench and buried his face in her flat belly. "God, 
Luna, you are such a lovely little woman, and I adore your smell and the 
taste of your skin."

Luna grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down on his back. As soon as he 
had lifted his legs up on the bench, she straddled him and rubbed her cunt 
against his hardening cock.

"Wow. This bench is perfect! I can stand with both feet on the floor and 
fuck you! I think I can do it for hours without getting tired. Not today, 
though." She bent her head to look down, while she grabbed his cock, which 
had by now reached sufficient strength, and guided it to her opening. With a 
long, erotic sigh she sank down on it in one, slow movement.

"Ooohhh, Jonas, this is so good. Can I fuck you this way?"

"Sure, dear. It's the only way you can come, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I don't know. I think .. It is  ..  something  .. psychic. But this 
is soo  .. .  wonderful. I think I could come with you  ...  in any 
position." By now her breathing had become very heavy and her speech was 
erratic. She had closed her eyes, but a happy smile covered her face as she 
humped up and down on him. Her small breasts were dancing on her chest, and 
like the last time, Jonas caught them in his hands. He caressed them for a 
while, enjoying their softness, and he was getting more and more excited by 
the feeling of her sopping wet cunt moving up and down on his cock.

He could not just stay quiet on the bench. He began pushing upwards on each 
of Luna's down strokes. He pinched her nipples hard and groaned: "God, Luna, 
you're so good. I'm going to come soon."

"Oh, yes, Jonas. Come in me. Your cock fills me so good. I'm coming too. 
Yessssssss. Oh, my God, you're wonderful." Halfway through her orgasm she 
collapsed on top of Jonas, and when his strong spurts hit the bottom of her 
cunt, she just managed a few, happy whimpers. After some time his dwindling 
cock fell out of her, followed by a steady treacle of juice and sperm.

Happily she kissed his cheek and rolled off him, down onto the floor. "Wow, 
this is a wet one, isn't it?" She reached out for the heap of laundry on the 
floor, found a t-shirt, and with a sweet smile she wiped herself clean, and 
a little later she dried off Jonas, too. She reached out her hand and pulled 
Jonas up from the bench. They embraced, and Luna kissed his chest.

"Jonas, you're the best medicine against my shyness, that anybody might 
invent. Whenever you feel like giving me another treatment, just tell. Will 
you?"

"Of course, I will." He kissed the top of her head. Luna slipped out of his 
arms and put her dress back on. From one of her pockets she fetched her 
panties. "I've better wear these, or I'll spill down my thighs."

She only took a few moments to sort his laundry in different bags, while she 
explained how he would use the `personal' bags. "I hope you don't think this 
is too `cool', Jonas. I'd love to stay here much longer, but I've got my 
round ahead of me, plus the other girls will make jokes on me, if I stay."

"It's perfectly all right, Luna. You're a lovely girl. Give us a good bye 
kiss."

When she had left, Jonas showered and got dressed for the second time. He 
had barely finished when his phone rang.

"Hi, it's Bruno. Your gear just arrived. I can be at your place around 11, 
will that be all right?"

"Sure, I'll be waiting for you." Jonas explained how Bruno would find the 
back entrance with the drive down to his house.

It was only a few minutes past eleven when he heard a couple of loud honks 
from outside. "Hi, is that where you live? I couldn't see anything looking 
like a house. That is a boathouse, isn't it?"

"Yes," Jonas laughed. "I know it doesn't look like much from the outside, 
but wait till you get inside. These girls have done a tremendous job of 
rebuilding. And welcome, I should say."

Bruno was impressed as he should be, when he saw what the modest walls 
covered. "Wow. This is a wonderful place. I'm really glad I persuaded the 
owner to throw in an extra deal. You see, he has a policy of fixed prices, 
which he will never change, however big the trade may be. But he will often 
throw in an extra bargain. I told him he should give you a table on wheels, 
like the one I have for my gear in the shop. If you want to work on the 
terrace you can wheel the whole equipment out there in less than a minute."

The two young men worked hard carrying all the gear inside, and Bruno turned 
out to be most efficient, connecting everything and getting it started up. 
By lunchtime everything was ready.

"I'm sorry, I can't invite you for lunch in the cantina. I'm the only man 
allowed in there, but I'll go and fetch us a tray. Make yourself comfortable 
on the terrace."

Over lunch they discussed possibilities and differences between Denmark and 
Italy, from the point of view of young composers.

"I know I'm terribly lucky," said Jonas, "and I'm going to exploit it. My 
father's death made me financially independent. I'm not a rich man, but I 
don't have to spend my time composing jingles for commercials or teaching 
young brats to play. And I'm going to use it. I can spend the next two years 
concentrating on my first symphony."

"That would be like a dream come true. Not that I can very well complain. I 
love my job at the opera. As a `repetitionist' I get to work with all levels 
of singers, from the choir to the international stars, and many contacts 
I've made there have resulted in various  orders for small or big tunes. 
Then there's the advertising agencies. They put a lot of nice butter on my 
bread, while the music store lets me stay in touch with the latest 
development in electronic gear."

The programmes Bruno had brought turned out to be very similar to the 
software, Jonas had tried in the academy in Copenhagen. Apart from a few new 
additions he had no trouble understanding how it worked. In fact these 
additions made it a lot easier to handle the big score of a symphony 
orchestra. So, a lot sooner than expected, Bruno packed up his stuff, and by 
3 o'clock he had left, with promises of staying in touch, and all.

Jonas had just mixed himself a wine cooler when the telephone rang.

"Hello."

"Hello, little brother! Happy birthday to you...."

"Jonathan! How good to hear your voice. Heavens, is it really my birthday 
today? I forgot all about it."

"Yes, little brother. 26 today.  And how are you?"

"I'm very fine, Jonathan. How on earth did you find me?"

"All I had to start on was dad's will. I hired an Italian- speaking private 
detective. He found your number after three hours of hard work. You might 
have called us and told about your plans."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Jonathan. It's all been very exciting and very busy. I'm 
going to stay here for a while to work on my first symphony."

"How lovely for you. How about the factory?"

"I've done what dad wanted me to: I've told them they can continue as dad's 
experiment."

"Well, what kind of an experiment is it, then? You can't blame me for being 
a bit curious."

"Sure. I don't know how to describe it. I still own the buildings and most 
of the machinery, but they have free use of everything. It's run as kind of 
a commune, and they are single mothers all of them."

"Ha. It would be, when dad was involved, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah. He was the ladies' man."

"Sure. You know, if you or they ever need some help, concerning the 
production, you are welcome to call me. I'll give you all the help I can."

"That is very kind of you, Jonathan. For the time being there is no need. 
Dad must have taught them fairly well, because it seems to be a very well 
run business."

"I'm glad to hear that. Well, I just called to say `happy birthday', so I'll 
be off again. But please stay in touch, will you? "

"Sure. I'll call you now and then, to let you know. It was so nice of you to 
remember my birthday. Like I said: I'd forgotten it myself."

While he got ready for a rest on the sofa, he couldn't help wondering. 
Actually he felt a little lonely, having his first birthday away from home 
and without his family. Ten minutes ago he had not felt lonely, but a call 
from his brother, and a reminder of his birthday, made him feel it. Strange! 
His last thoughts before he fell asleep were of his mother and father, the 
whole family gathered for Christmas dinner........

The afternoon must have exhausted him more than he had felt. It was almost 
seven o'clock when he woke up, all dizzy from sleep.

"Happy birthday, sleepyhead." He looked up into Sarah's beautiful dark0 
eyes. She bent down and kissed him softly, adding to his dizzy feeling.

"Had you really intended to keep it a secret to us?"

"No, not at all. I just hadn't remembered. Not until my brother called. But 
how do you know?"

"I got a call from a private detective asking questions about you, and 
asking for your telephone number. He told me. Do you have a birthday wish?"

"Only you."

"Tsk, tsk, you flatterer." She bent down and kissed him again. "You will, 
you will, but not now. You've better get up and have a shower and then get 
dressed. When I told some of the girls that it's your birthday, they were 
all set on turning supper into a birthday party for you. Make sure you're in 
the cantina by eight. Right?"

"Sure, pretty. If you give me one more kiss before you go."

This time her lips lingered on his a lot longer, and she pressed her 
beautiful breasts against his chest. When he lifted his hands to cup them, 
she broke the kiss, got up and said: "Easy, Jonas, your time will come, but 
not now."

When he finally entered the cantina shortly before eight, he was greeted by 
cheers, clapping of hands, and many `happy birthday's. The tables were 
decorated with Danish and Italian flags and lots of flowers. Most of the 
children were there too, and supper turned out to be almost like an 
oversized family affair. During the main course two of the women performed 
Vivaldi on guitar and flute, later a small choir sang Italian folk songs. A 
group of children performed a small play, of which Jonas understood 
absolutely nothing. After dinner half of the party moved to the terrace on 
the roof to have coffee and drinks. Sarah whispered to him: "If you leave 
now, I shall bring you a small birthday party. A few of the `girls' want to 
make you happy tonight."

"I can't very well refuse such an offer, can I?" He got out of his chair and 
waved good-night to the rest of the party. At home he opened the doors to 
the terrace and sat down to relax in the warm spring night. It was close to 
eleven o'clock when he heard his front door open and close. There was a bit 
of whispering in the living room, and then a wonderful, small procession 
came out on the terrace. Five very different women, they were all dressed 
individually to please the eye and to enhance their erotic assets.

He knew Sarah, who was dressed in an absolutely see through harem outfit, 
and Rose, her tall, slim figure emphasized by high heels, black stockings 
and suspenders, her tiny, firm breasts moving freely on her naked chest. The 
other three women he remembered to have seen at the meals, but he did not 
know them.

"Hello, Jonas. We want to wish you a happy birthday." Sarah had stepped 
forward and pointed her hand towards the three women, he did not know. 
"Please, meet Maria." A full figured, tall and dark beauty, dressed in a 
pale, blue spandex jump-suit, smiled at him and blew him a kiss. "This is 
Olga." Sarah took the hand of another dark-haired beauty, dressed in a lacy 
corselet and shiny stockings. "And this is Anna, who has spent most of the 
day preparing your birthday present. Anna has never been over here."

Anna stepped forward and handed him a parcel. "Happy birthday," she said, "I 
hope you'll like it." Anna was a small classical beauty with the innocent 
expression on her face, you may find in paintings from the twelfth century, 
but her innocence was contrasted by exotic clothes, almost like the ones you 
see in paintings of old Egyptian slave-girls.

When Jonas opened the parcel he found a beautiful short coat for indoor use, 
made of white, shiny silk with red trimmings, a red belt of silk to be tied 
in front, and a very elaborate embroidery on the pocket. Two antique columns 
framing his initials JO.

"This is beautiful," Jonas said. "You made it today?"

Anna blushed. "No, I didn't make it, I made the embroidery. I hope you like 
it."

"I certainly do."

"And we want you to model it." Sarah and Maria undressed him with deft 
fingers. For a short moment he was naked in front of the five women, before 
they put the coat on him. It fit perfectly, reaching down to mid-thigh. It 
was very comfortable, too. It proved to be very revealing, because when 
Maria pressed her soft, spandex-clad body against his back, the coat opened 
willingly to let his hardening cock out.

Maria reached round his body to fondle it. She pointed the cock towards Anna 
and said: "Don't you want to feel it?"

Anna blushed becomingly. "I haven't touched one for two years. Yes. I think 
I want to! But it is so strange that you are all here. I've never done 
anything like it when other people were there."

Rose stepped up behind her and gave her a little push. "Come on, girl, you 
are going to like it."

Anna shivered when her hand touched the hard, silky cock, and slowly her 
fingers closed around it.

Jonas stretched out a hand to touch her short, black hair. "Don't be 
intimidated by these women, just because you haven't been here before. They 
are a bunch of lovely, horny women, but over here you should only do what 
you feel like. Remember?" His hand moved down from her hair and stroked her 
rosy cheek.

Anna looked up with a grateful look in her eyes. She whispered: "I really 
love to touch you, it's just so new, that they are here." She let go of his 
cock and threw her arms round his waist and pressed her small, slender body 
against his. Rose moved in closer, so Anna was almost sandwiched between her 
tall, skinny frame, and Jonas' solid chest. She let her hands rest on Anna's 
shoulders and turned to face the other women: "What do you say. Shouldn't we 
forget Jonas' birthday for a little while and concentrate on Anna and give 
her a really wonderful initiation?"

Sarah's eyes looked a little weary when she said: "Rose, I think it's a lot 
better to let Anna get acquainted with Jonas first, and get used to our 
presence, too. Maybe later she'll like for us all to participate."

Anna sent her a grateful glance and lifted her head to kiss Jonas. She was 
shivering with excitement and quite a bit of nervousness. Jonas broke the 
kiss and whispered into her ear: "Remember, dear, only do what you feel 
like." When he kissed her again he felt her grab for his cock, and he 
whisked her loose-fitting top down her shoulders. A moment later he lifted 
her up into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom. Olga got the idea 
and went to open the door for them.

Jonas lowered Anna on to the big round bed. When he looked down on her, just 
before he joined her, she looked very vulnerable, but the kisses she 
lavished on him, when he lay down beside her, were hot and eager. Her small 
hands were all over his chest and his belly, and soon she grabbed his cock 
again.

"It's been such a long time," she whispered. "I think that's why Rose scared 
me a little. They had made me quite horny with all their talk, and I thought 
I was ready to jump into it."

Jonas sat up beside her frail figure and explored her beauties with both 
hands. He was really surprised when his right hand reached her pussy. She 
was sopping wet, and she willingly spread her thighs when she felt his hand 
there.  "Oh, yes, they really made you horny, didn't they?"

"Oh, my God, yes. I have missed this much more than I thought. Please, make 
love to me right now, please. Come into me."

Of course Jonas willingly descended upon her, drilling his big cock deep 
into her. She groaned loudly, and only a couple of minutes later a scream 
announced her orgasm. She had not even come down from this first explosion, 
when Sarah and Rose lay down on either side of her. When Sarah started 
kissing her neck and caressing her breasts, while Rose pushed a hand in to 
touch her belly and her swollen lips, Anna opened her eyes wide and sighed: 
"Oh, my God, you're good. Oh, God, I'm going to come again." Once again she 
let out a loud wail, as the orgasm raked her small body.

Jonas pulled out of her. She protested a little, but when Rose bent down to 
suck her swollen pussy, all protests died and were replaced by sighs and 
moans.

Jonas turned towards Sarah and held her lovingly in his arms. "Now, may I 
finally make love to you again?"

"Oh, yes, my dear, I can hardly wait." With strong hands Jonas tore her 
harem-pants to shreds, while she invitingly opened her legs, and once again 
Jonas was where he really wanted to be: Inside beautiful and hot Sarah. In 
his mind he created a bubble for them to hide in, and strangely the other 
women seemed to withdraw, allowing him to drink of Sarah's well, like a 
thirsty wanderer would. What they did was not just fucking, they made love. 
Passionate and wild love, sensual love, horny love; but lovemaking it was.

Sarah had come twice when Jonas finally erupted inside her. For a moment she 
clung to him, while Jonas rested his head between her lovely breasts, but 
then she patted his shoulder and whispered: "That was so wonderful, Jonas, 
but I think we should return to the party, don't you?"

"I guess you're right, Sarah. But I'd just as well stay here with you and 
send them away."

"You're so sweet, Jonas, but remember what I told you: We can't fall in 
love. Do what you can to keep this as sex, not love. I know it's not easy 
for you, but you'll learn. Just look at Anna. Do you see how Rose has 
transformed her?"

Jonas rolled over to look at Anna. She was not even remotely the shy woman 
who handed him his birthday gift. She was sweaty, her face was distorted, 
whimpers and groans poured out of her pretty mouth, while Rose and Olga were 
working on her body, taking turns licking, sucking and masturbating.

"Oh, my God," she whimpered. "I can't take any more. Oh-o-o-o-o I'm coming 
again. Help, please stop, stop it!"

The next two hours were a blur of arms, lips, breasts and pussies, and just 
before he fell asleep Jonas couldn't help wondering how it could be. How he 
could feel this growing love for Sarah, and she for him, as far as he knew, 
and then at the same time they could enjoy such lecherous sex with other 
people at the same time. The last image to pass his heavy eyelids was 5 
naked women singing `Happy birthday to you....'


Chapter two

In the morning Jonas started work on his symphony. He was totally amazed at 
how fast the work flowed. After two days he was completely immersed in his 
work. His only contact with the outside world was Gina, who arrived every 
day to teach him Italian, and most often to fuck him. Rumours reached the 
`girls', and more often than not, someone would bring him a meal, some 
sandwiches and other vitals, when he simply forgot to go to the cantina.

6 weeks later, close to the end of June, Sarah came over to talk about his 
Italian lessons. "You have come to a point, Gina tells me, where you will 
need a period with grammar and extended vocabulary. The grammar is not 
Gina's favourite, so we're going to give you a new teacher. That is, if you 
still want to learn."

"Certainly I want to continue, and if you say I need grammar, I'd love for 
you to find a grammar teacher for me."

"We already have. Andrea is very good, and she's willing to take a turn with 
you. There is only one problem with Andrea: She is a hundred percent 
lesbian, and you should know that she doesn't take kindly to advances from 
men."

Jonas laughed: "I've better keep my hands to myself, then, haven't I? You 
know, I've got used to a teacher who takes care of many needs."

Now it was Sarah's turn to laugh. "I know, I know. And you've taken care of 
your teacher's needs. She's been so relaxed and easy-going, as we've never 
seen before."

"We'll have to put that part on hold for a while, then, won't we?"

Suddenly Sarah blushed and looked down. "Well, if you still think that your 
managing director is not too old, you might call and invite her for a drink 
on the terrace, now and then."

Jonas got up from the keyboard and hugged her. He put a finger under her 
chin and lifted her face, so he could look into her beautiful, dark eyes. 
"Sarah, you know very well, that to my eyes and my mind, you are the most 
beautiful woman in the world. All my teenage years, when I dreamt or 
fantasized about women, I wish I could have made a print out of those 
images, because they were all the spitting image of you. Nothing could make 
me happier than for you to come over and share a drink and a little time 
with me."

Sarah threw her arms round his neck and kissed him fiercely. "And I have 
missed you all these weeks, where you've been so busy. Just call me, will 
you?"

"I'll be happy to. I'm changing my working hours sometime this week. I've 
almost finished the first part. The next part is planned to be an Andante 
Cantabile, and I feel sure that the warm and calm nights on the terrace will 
be very inspiring. So I plan on sleeping during the daytime and then get up 
around 5 to start working."

"That sounds good to me," she smiled. "Then we can let Andrea skip the last 
hour at work, so she can be here to teach you, shortly after five. Will that 
be OK?"

"That would be perfect. God, you beautiful woman. You can't imagine how 
lovely it is to hold you in my arms again. I wish you could stay a little."

"I'm sorry, Jonas, I'm needed back at the office. But if you want to, I can 
visit you tonight."

"I'll be happy to see you. Please, just come over when you feel like it. 
What I need to do on the first part of the symphony are only technical 
adjustments, and I can leave them any time."

Later that week Jonas started working nights. He had been absolutely right: 
The quiet nights by the lake, sweet smells of flowers and trees drifting on 
to the balcony, and his growing love for sweet Sarah, all added to inspire 
him to some of the most beautiful music he had ever made. By the end of 
August he had finished the second part of the symphony, and together the 
first and second part had come out even better than he had imagined.

Then he ran into trouble. His plans for the third part called for violence 
and confusion, but the inspiration left him, and he got nowhere with that 
part. One night he was in bed with Sarah, resting after some nice 
lovemaking, when he confided in her. "I can't get anywhere with the third 
part. I'm afraid my life here is a lot too easy and good, and the 
surroundings inspire me to something completely different. I'm afraid I 
shall have to go somewhere else for a while."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but of course your work comes first. Have you 
thought of somewhere in particular?"

"Not really. I've got a feeling for Cape Horn. It's winter now down there, 
the stormy season, you know. But I have no idea whether it's possible to 
find a suitable place there. I shall need at least electricity for my gear, 
you know. Apart from that I have no needs. Well, food, of course, and a room 
to live in."

Although she was sorry to hear that he planned to leave for a while, Sarah 
took a great interest in his plans, and they talked late into the night. 
Next afternoon she called him on his phone and asked him to come to her 
office, where she introduced him to a small, wiry man in his fifties.

"Meet senor Francini from Verona. He runs a very specialised travel agency, 
catering mostly to scientists and institutions, and he thinks he's found the 
right place for you."

"Signora Mandelli has told me about your plans. Last year I sent a team of 
meteorologists down to Cape Horn. There's an old weather station there, 
which is no more used for that purpose, but the Chilean government has 
maintained it and rents it out to different people. It has a small airstrip, 
which can be used most days. There are generators for current, and kitchen 
facilities. Of course it has radio connection to the mainland. The 
meteorologists were most satisfied with the place and told me it was quite a 
rough environment." Senor Francini had laid out three colour photographs, 
showing a fairly large complex, tied to the ground by numerous steel ropes.

"That sounds interesting. I had thought of the Faeroe Islands, but the 
stormy season is months away. How do I get there?"

"If we pack your gear in a couple of small crates they can follow you by air 
freight. And if you can restrict you personal stuff to yet another small 
crate, it will all fit into the small plane, which can transport you to the 
camp. You can catch the international route to Santiago, and to Punta Arenas 
there is one flight a day. The rest of the way you'll fly with a local 
taxi-plane, which will also bring you necessities, when the weather allows."

Images from TV-features, and stories he had read about Cape Horn, passed 
through Jonas' mind, and he only took a couple of minutes to make up his 
mind. "Let's give it a try."

"3 Spanish oceanographers will be working there, but you'll have plenty of 
space, and to be honest, I'm not sure I'd like to stay down there all 
alone."

Once the decision had been made, preparations went very fast, and in four 
days everything was packed into three small crates, the girls had thrown a 
farewell orgy, and Jonas was seated on the Rome-Santiago plane. Three days 
later he watched from the windows of the small plane, how huge waves 
hammered into imposing rocks only a short distance from the weather station, 
which looked very small and very lonely from half a mile above.

Two of the Spaniards welcomed him when the plane had landed, and soon his 
crates were loaded on to their Land Rover truck, together with a fair supply 
of canned food. In the large, warm and cosy kitchen he was met with yet 
another "welcome", plus the smell of hot cocoa and freshly baked bread. 
Later he was shown the whole complex, and he easily found two rooms, which 
would serve his purpose well.

"You are a good cook?" José asked.

"Not really. Actually I haven't got much experience."

"Well, we'll see. We want to invite you to share our schedule. We have one 
day of cooking for the others, which means we have two days where we don't 
have to worry about cooking. If you join our schedule it would mean that we 
have three days without worries."

"I'd sure like to join that schedule, but I'm not so sure you'd like the 
food I can cook. Like I said: I've got no impressive experience."

"Don't worry, neither have we. In fact only the bread may give you trouble. 
All our food is tinned, and there are cooking instructions on almost all the 
tins. But we bake our own bread every day, and you'll have to learn that."

"I think I can do that, so I'd like very much to join you."

"Fine. Then let's start the rounds tomorrow, which will give you three days 
to watch how we do it. You might even bring us a few new ideas."

Three days of travel had exhausted Jonas. He excused himself and went to his 
room. He really didn't care about unpacking his gear. Two minutes later he 
was sleeping hard and without dreams.


Chapter three.

	Cape Horn turned out to be the perfect choice for Jonas. The storms were 
violent, but the station itself was shielded from the predominant winds by 
the surrounding mountains. 45 steps were cut into the rock, which shielded 
the station from the worst onslaughts from southeast. The Spaniards showed 
him how to use a harness, which would hook up to a steel rope running along 
the steps. "Use it at all times, even on the rare days when there is not a 
storm. The weather may change into a fierce storm which will blow you off 
the rock, and the change may happen in just a few seconds."  Often, through 
severe storms, Jonas was up there for hours, clinging to the rock and his 
steel rope, while the wild sounds and the power of the wind hammered into 
his brain and his body.

Even inside the station the sounds of storms were most unusual. Howling, 
screaming and pounding, the high winds would attack the buildings, and more 
often than not, the enormous waves hitting the rocks behind the station 
would provide an ever-changing rhythm in the background.

	The Spaniards were busy men. They were there to register the intricate 
interplay between changing winds and changing currents. Jonas never really 
understood how they used underwater microphones, pressure sensors and 
radio-operated transmitters. They would only meet at the meals, which suited 
him well.

	The violence of the elements was most inspiring, and soon Jonas was 
completely absorbed in the third part of his symphony. Actually his 
`cooking-days' was a welcome break, because he worked so hard the other 
days. Between cooking duties he would use these days to listen to the music 
he had made the last three days, and to make small technical changes to his 
ever-growing score. The other days he worked like in a fever, sometimes 20 
consecutive hours. Six weeks later he `woke up', like after a severe 
illness. He had finished his third part! And it was perfect. Just as wild, 
weird, rhythmic and flowing, as he had imagined, and like something he had 
never heard before.

	That evening at supper he told the Spaniards that he had finished his work. 
Of course they wanted to hear what he had made, and they arranged for a 
small evening concert on the next day, as it was Jonas' turn to cook. Jonas 
told them how the instruments were synthetic, and how the whole thing would 
sound a lot better when performed by a real symphony orchestra. On the other 
hand it was tempting for him to see how they would react to his music, and 
after all there was little chance that he would ever meet them again.

	That same day he remembered Italy for the first time. Italy, Sarah, Rose 
and all the others. Via the radio he sent a telegram to Sarah, saying that 
he had finished his work and that he would return as soon as traffic 
connections would allow. He also called the small airport in Punta Aires to 
book a plane out of Cape Horn. The weather forecast made it most unlikely 
that he should be able to leave the next two days, but that suited him well.

	Tuesday after supper he had hooked up his computer to the two loudspeakers 
in the kitchen, and with hot coffee and a most unusual glass of brandy, the 
four men sat down to listen to the first three parts of his symphony. Two of 
the Spaniards were deeply impressed after the first two parts. The third one 
really didn't like classical music. But when the wild, howling sounds of the 
third part attacked them, he was startled. "But..but... that's just as it 
is! This is wonderful!" Their reactions raised Jonas' hopes for a favourable 
reception of his work, once he managed to get it performed.

	Wednesday morning he packed his crates, and by 10 o'clock the airport in 
Punta Aires called on the radio to tell, that the plane would arrive at 11. 
The Spaniards helped him get to the landing strip, and soon he was in the 
air, on his way back to Italy. He was a lot luckier with the connections 
than he had been on the way out. Friday evening he was back in Verona, where 
a van from the factory picked him up. Anna and Sarah met him in the arrival 
lounge, and soon they and the driver had helped him get the crates into the 
back of the van.

	"You wouldn't believe how exciting it has been," Jonas told them, "but I 
love being back here with you. Pity I'm so exhausted from the long journey." 
He flashed them an inviting smile.

	"We counted on that," Sarah said. "A lot of the girls wanted to throw a 
`welcome-orgy', but I managed to get them to wait. Anna and I will help you 
get settled in and put you to bed."

	"How divine. I really could do with a Jacuzzi with the two of you."

	"Ha, ha. You know Gina. She accused us of wanting to take advantage of the 
fact, that you have had no pussy for 7 weeks."

	Anna added: "We asked her which she would prefer: A tired Jonas with 
jet-lag and all, or a rested and eager Jonas tomorrow. That stopped her."

	Once again Jonas wondered how Sarah was able to `tune in' on his real 
needs. They had filled up the Jacuzzi before they left for Verona, and it 
didn't take them two minutes to get him undressed and immersed into the 
swirling, warm water. The two beautiful naked women joined him, they soaped 
him, massaged him, made him relax to the point where he was close to falling 
asleep. Then they took him to the large circular bed and made slow and 
wonderful love to him. They kissed his eyes as he was falling asleep between 
their warm and pliant bodies, and a happy sigh was the last conscious sound 
they heard from him.


Part three.

Chapter one.

	Next morning he spent setting up gear, sorting out the sheet music, which 
he had already printed in three copies, and planning for printing the 
missing pages. When he went to lunch, he brought his laundry to drop it in 
the containers. He had hardly sat down in the cantina when Sarah turned up.

	"Hi, Jonas. I have two messages for you. A gentleman called. He wanted me 
to tell you that your coffee lady is in hospital with a broken leg and a 
concussion. He said you would know who she is."

	"Oh, God, it has to be my kind old lady on the mountain. Did he tell you 
where she is?"

	"Yes, she's in a private clinic in Riva. This is the address." Sarah handed 
him a small note.

	Jonas started to get up from his chair, but Sarah stopped him. "Take it 
easy, Jonas, they will not allow visitors during the siesta, but her son 
will be there around half past three."

	"OK, I'll go and visit her, then. What is the second message?"

	"There is going to be a welcome-home party tonight. We have voted for a 
grill party on the roof, and everybody is going to be there. We hope you'll 
come."

	"How should I be able to say no?  By the way, is Andrea ready to resume my 
Italian lessons?"

	"Sure. Be ready at two o'clock, she'll be there." Sarah leaned over and 
whispered into his ear: "Don't take anybody over for the Siesta. Tonight 
you're going to need all the libido you can muster."

	So Jonas slept through the siesta, was awakened by efficient and cool 
Andrea for his lesson, and by three o'clock he rolled his Morgan out of the 
factory garage. At a florist's in Riva he purchased a large bouquet of 
roses, and on the stairs to the clinic he met a most grateful farmer. "I'm 
not at all sure mom would have survived her head-injuries, if you hadn't 
brought us the radios. She barely managed to call me; otherwise she might 
have stayed on the floor and bled to death."

	"Aahhh, my young Adonis.... you've been away for so long. Have you made 
some good music?"

	Jonas handed her the roses and squeezed her hand lovingly. "Yes, I made 
some unusual and exciting music. But now I'm back, and what am I going to 
do, now that I can't get my espresso and fresh buns? I was so scared when I 
received your son's message."

	"Ach, der... Oh, he's a great boy. And so are you, son. The two of you 
saved my life."

	"My mother will have to stay here for a couple of weeks, and then she'll 
have to rest for another month, they say. But I'm sure she'll want you to 
visit, and I'm also sure she'll make your espresso and bake the buns. The 
doctors here don't know what a  tough old mountain woman she is."

	"Certainly I'll want to visit. I'll come here a few times too. And, please, 
don't you scare us like this another time."

	"Ach, you sweet boy. I'd like to hug you, if I could. Now, off you go, back 
to all your young girls and leave this old lady so she can get some rest."

	Jonas patted her hand, smiled to her son, and soon he was on his way back 
from Riva. His house was very quiet when he returned. He managed to print 
out the rest of the finished score before he sat down on the terrace with a 
cool glass of wine. He had some thinking to do.

	He really had not given it a thought before: It was going to be difficult 
and time consuming, to get one of the established symphony orchestras in 
Denmark to perform his symphony. Perhaps he should spend a week or two going 
back to Denmark and try to `sell' his work. Finally he dozed off on the sofa 
with lovely images of horny women floating through his mind.

	Darkness was falling on the lake when he woke up, fully rested and in a 
very fine mood. In the shower he wondered what the women had cooked up for 
him. He felt sure they were planning on something special. His time in Italy 
had changed his view of women quite a lot. They were a lot more inventive 
and daring when they were together, than he would ever have guessed. And 
kinky! "Well, we'll see," he thought. He dressed in a pair of white slacks 
and a white polo shirt, which elicited a remark from one of the women in the 
lift to the roof: "Ah, the white knight visits us."

	Long tables were laid out with flowers and all, and everybody was there - 
including all the children. Once again he was very impressed by their good 
behaviour. Table manners were impeccable, and the two times some argument 
started, one of the bigger children got up and went to calm down the 
situation. Everything done in a kind and smiling way. He leaned over to the 
lady on his left, someone he had never talked to, but who had introduced 
herself as `Cecilia' - "and I don't speak English." In his budding Italian 
Jonas said: "In Denmark...many children...party....chaos." He was answered 
with a pearly laughter, and a lot of Italian words of which he only 
understood: lovely children.

	It dawned upon Jonas that someone was pulling his leg, because when he 
turned to the woman on his right, she didn't understand a word of English, 
either. When he looked round the table he saw Gina and Andrea sitting side 
by side, smiling at him and waving their hands. "All right," he thought, "if 
that's what they want I'll try to give it to them."

	I shall spare my readers any attempt to mimic his first dabbling in Italian 
conversation by writing in broken up, grammatically indecent, and generally 
lousy English. Annabelle, the lady on his right, was a kind, mature woman, 
probably in her mid forties, and she helped him along with her willingness 
to understand him, and her slow speech, which helped him a lot. Between them 
these two women kick-started Jonas on his use of the Italian language. They 
had a lot of fun, laughing good-naturedly at his many errors, and they 
actually let him feel a little bit proud, that he had become so good at it 
in such a short time.

	Time rushed by for Jonas. It was exciting to try his Italian, but it was 
exhausting, too. Suddenly it was way past ten o'clock, most of the children 
and some of the women had left the party, and Jonas saw Sarah approach him. 
He got out of his chair and hugged her, but she broke off very quickly. "Not 
here," she whispered. "If you go home in 10 or 15 minutes, there's a small 
party waiting for you."

	"You'll be there, too?"

	"No. This time you're on your own. Enjoy yourself." She kissed his cheek 
and was gone.

	In a way Jonas was disappointed that she was not coming, but on the other 
hand, his many weeks on Cape Horn with only three bearded Spaniards as 
company, had made him really horny and hungry for some good fucking.

	He did not at all feel let down, but certainly he was surprised and a 
little bit shocked, even if he had already experienced quite a lot in 
Arthur's house. When he entered his door he was met by the sight of 6 women 
in various models of slutty underwear, busy exciting each other with fingers 
and mouths. He recognized Rose in her usual stockings and suspenders, but he 
could only see her narrow back and her red hair, because her face was buried 
between Andrea's open thighs. He really hadn't expected to see his `teacher' 
at an orgy where a man was present. He also recognised one of the 
`slave-girls'. She was bent over the back of an arm-chair with one woman 
holding her down by her long hair, while two others were slapping her ass 
with their bare hands.

	When he entered the room, Rose raised her head from Andrea's pussy, 
glistening around her lips from Andrea's juice. "Hi, Jonas. Welcome to your 
welcome-home orgy."

	"Thank you, Rose, you all look totally ravishing." He unbuttoned his shirt 
and pulled it off. While he got rid of his trousers he asked her: "And what 
theme do you have for tonight?" He said this with a questioning look at 
Andrea.

	"Oh, tonight we don't really have a `theme'. We are just about the six 
kinkiest women in the whole place, and we are here to fuck the life out of 
you and of ourselves."

	"And I'm here to take good care of the women you're not fucking at the 
moment. Yeah, I saw your glance, Jonas." There was a lusty twist to Andrea's 
smile.

	Jonas reached out for Rose. Once more he wondered how her skinny, 
small-titted body could have that much sexappeal. She was all hot skin and 
bones, flaming red long curls and an abundant red bush. Her face was 
beautiful, but her body looked much too anorexic to his taste; and yet his 
cock jumped to attention the moment she took his outstretched hands. She 
dragged him to the sofa, pushed him down and climbed his thighs in one 
languid motion. Her thighs and her bush were slick with juice, and yet her 
cunt was tight and hot when she lowered herself onto him. Not like many 
other skinny girls, who have cunts like city gates. Rose was so much taller 
than Jonas, that when she leaned into him, her small, pointed tits were 
right in his face. He closed his mouth round her right tit and found her 
left one with his hand. For a while he caressed and kissed them, but when he 
bit and pinched her nipples at the same time, Rose moaned sexily and moved 
her slick cunt up and down faster and faster.

	He sensed how Andrea walked round to the back of the sofa and leaned in to 
kiss Rose. A shiver ran through her body, and even if she sat still for a 
moment, small trembling movements of her vagina kept Jonas excited. Suddenly 
Andrea broke her kiss, turned her head round and cried sharply: "Hey, 
slave-girl, come over here. We need you to lick Rose's ass while she fucks." 
He wished he could have watched, but Rose blocked the view. At least he felt 
how the woman knelt between his legs, and a moment later Rose let out a wild 
guttural scream. Jonas felt the contractions begin.

	"Hold her hips," Andrea snarled, while she grabbed Rose's arms. Between the 
three of them Rose had the longest and wildest orgasm. The slave-girl had 
trouble holding her mouth and tongue in contact with her asshole, but 
Jonas's fat cock got the sauciest massage it had ever received. Rose 
screamed and yelled for more than three minutes while orgasm upon orgasm 
tore through her skinny body. With sheer power of will Jonas managed to hold 
back his own come, all through to the last moment, when Rose let out her 
last wail and fainted.

	Andrea and the slave-girl lifted the unconscious Rose off him and placed 
her on the floor. Andrea stretched out beside Rose and cradled her head in 
her arms, waiting for her to regain consciousness.

Jonas noticed how Rose had showered him with juice. His thighs and lower 
belly were dripping wet. He called the slave-girl and ordered her to clean 
him with her tongue. When she had licked up all of Rose's juice she grabbed 
his cock and  swallowed it. Remembering her masochistic nature, Jonas 
slapped her cheek. "Oh, no, your mouth is not worthy of my cock." He turned 
round to the two women who were new to him. He caught the eyes of a 
tough-looking bleached blonde. She was an exotic sight: Her long hair 
evidently was bleached, because her trimmed bush was jet black. She was 
wearing very heavy make up, a black platform bra leaving her prominent 
nipples free, and stay up stockings. Several tattoos on her slim body made 
her look even more vulgar. "Hey, Snowwhite, would you like to suck me off? I 
don't want to come in the mouth of a slave."

"Of course." She sat down in the sofa beside Jonas. "Do you really want 
Snowwhite to suck you off? Why not my juicy cunt?"
By this time the slave-girl was crawling backwards, away from Jonas. He 
reached down and grabbed her hair and dragged her up close.

	"Oh, no. You stay here. Your mouth is unworthy, but your face will be a 
fine place so spray my jism, when Snowwhite makes me come."

	"Aahh, what a fine idea. Wait a minute." The second unknown woman left the 
chair, where she and Snowwhite had been spanking the slave-girl. "I'm 
Connie. Let me take care of her ass and cunt. I think she needs to be shown 
her place." She showed them two nasty looking dildos, which she inserted 
with no preliminaries. She rammed the fattest up the slave's cunt, and then 
she put pressure on the slim, black dildo, until it disappeared up her ass.
"Now she's ready," Connie smiled.

	"Play with my nipples," Snowwhite smiled, and I'll give you the best 
blow-job ever." She leaned over and wrapped her red lips round his cock. She 
had not been bragging. That woman knew how to give pleasure to a cock! Soon 
she had Jonas groaning from the exquisite sensations she sent through his 
body. A moment later Connie stopped jiggling the dildoes and started 
spanking the slave-girl instead. Hard and fast slaps rained on her ass and 
the back of her thighs. The sight of the slave-girl's face was too perverse 
for Jonas. The pain caused tears to fill her eyes and run down her cheeks, 
but through the tears a smile of happy fulfilment spread on her face.

	Jonas grabbed Snowwhite's long white hair, and he moaned: "Careful, now, 
I'm going to come." The only sounds in the room were the hard slaps and 
Jonas' groaning.

	A second before Jonas was coming, Snowwhite lifted her face from his cock. 
Her right hand moved fast on his cock while she panted: "Come on, Jonas, 
spurt on her. Flood her face."

	Five hard jets of sperm hit the slave-girl's face, her forehead, her eyes, 
her cheeks and her lips. With a whimper she showed how an orgasm hit her. 
She rolled over on her side, and with her hands she wiped the sperm all over 
her face and down her chest, while her knees were drawn up, almost into a 
foetal position. Her cramps pressed the dildo's out of her orifices, while 
she moaned again and again: "Thank you, thank you, thank you....."

	The sixth woman came in from the terrace, dressed in a blue, flowing 
negligee. "Hi, Jonas. What a fine show." She went up close to the 
slave-girl, who was still on the floor. Snowwhite whispered to Jonas: "She's 
Alberta; she's the slave-girl's Mistress."

	Alberta pushed the slave-girl with her foot. "Get up. You can go and shower 
now, and then you can leave. We don't need you any more."

	"Please, Mistress. Do I have to shower? Can't I take this home?" She 
pointed to her face and chest. "My cape is hooded, and no one will notice."

	Alberta looked round the room and was met with nodding heads. "All right. 
If you sneak up the kitchen staircase, I guess it's OK." The slave-girl got 
up from the floor, kissed her Mistress' hand, and was gone a minute later.

	Snowwhite let out a pearly laughter. "Alberta, I bet you that Jo and Anna 
will be all over her for the next couple of hours. Do you think she'll have 
anything left for you, when you get home."

	Alberta smiled at Snowwhite. "I certainly hope I'll get plenty here, so I 
won't need her, when I get home."

	The party was quite relaxed when Rose regained her consciousness. Snowwhite 
went to the bar and poured 6 glasses of Asti Spumante. "Let's take these to 
the terrace and relax a little."

	The night was surprisingly warm for a mountain lake, and the six almost 
naked people enjoyed the air and the faint sounds from the water. Snowwhite 
lifted her glass: "Jonas, I think you've given me a nickname. From tonight 
I'll proudly answer to `Snowwhite', even if my real name is Daniella."

	"How long time have you been working here," Jonas asked Snowwhite.

	"Right since your father changed his policy about this place. I guess that 
was about 12 years ago, wasn't it, girls?"

	"Yeah, 12 or 13, I don't really remember, and I really don't care, either." 
Alberta smiled at Snowwhite. "But I know I'll stay here until I'm carried 
out in a box, or I'm kicked out when my kids have finished their education."

	"Oh," Jonas said. "You have to leave when your kids can fend for 
themselves?"

	"Yes, to make room for another single mother, who doesn't want to marry one 
of the famous Latin Lovers."

	"Hip-hip, hooray, for Danish lovers!" Rose was all game again. "Those 
Italian boys just want another mother to push around and to do their cooking 
and laundry."

	"Yep," Alberta laughed, "and if you've got kids by some other guy, they'll 
tell you long tales about all the money they cost. All of it because they're 
jealous."

	Snowwhite looked around. Suddenly she spread her legs wide and started 
caressing her black, trimmed cunt. "Why all that talking? I thought we had 
come here to fuck Jonas." She turned her attention to Jonas, and patted her 
cunt. "How about this one? Would you like to try this really hot ermine's 
tail?"

	"You look very tempting." In three steps Jonas was between her legs and had 
rammed his cock all the way to the bottom.

	"Ooohhhh, and you are very big! God, you feel good!"

	"Daisy chain, daisy chain," someone chanted.

	"Yes, in the bedroom." There was a lot of rustle and footsteps, and 
suddenly Jonas and Snowwhite were alone on the terrace.

	"Oh, God, Jonas, I'm so close to coming. Please, fuck me, faster, 
faster....." Her heavily made up face was distorted with lust, and tears of 
pleasure were forming in her eyes. She folded her hands behind his neck and 
swayed her back to get closer to him, while she humped her cunt towards his 
pelvis each time he hit her. Juice gushed round his cock, and suddenly she 
almost hyperventilated. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and she crossed 
her legs behind his ass, holding him in a tight grip while the orgasm cursed 
through her body. Jonas decided that he would try to hold back, even if the 
contractions of her vagina felt even better than the blowjob she had given 
him earlier. When the contractions died down her legs slumped to the floor, 
and her strangling hold round his neck relaxed.

	"Wow, you're good, Snowwhite. Not only pretty, but so hot." He leaned in 
and kissed her.

	"Yeah," she laughed, still short of breath. "And you're not half bad, 
either. Go and join those horny women in their daisy chain."

	Actually Jonas was very curious to learn what a `daisy chain' was. He had 
never heard the word, but he soon learned to appreciate it. The four women 
formed a big circle on the huge bed, each with her head buried between the 
legs of the next woman. The only sounds were slurping tongues and groans of 
lust.

	He looked down on them for a moment, then it became too much. "Hey, ladies, 
I hate to stop a good thing, but I've got this hard problem which has been 
all alone for seven weeks. Anyone care to help me?"

	There was some rustle on the bed, and a few frustrated protest. Andrea 
pointed to the other three: "Make your choice. I'm sure they are all 
willing."

	Rose was the first: "I'm sure Connie and I can bring your problem down. 
Then Andrea can prepare Alberta for an `Arthur Revival'."

	"Wow, will you do that, Andrea?" Alberta's eyes were bright and shiny with 
lust. "That would be so great."

	Connie grabbed his hand and pulled him down on the bed. When she placed her 
feet on either side of him, Jonas could look up upon an utterly luxurious 
body, as pretty as Marilyn Monroe had had. "Help me, Rose, I want him to hit 
home in his first try." While Connie slowly bent her knees, Rose spread her 
cuntlips wide with one hand, while she took hold of Jonas' solid cock and 
guided it in. A hot, wet and tingling Heaven descended upon him. For a 
moment she leaned down and kissed him eagerly. It was wildly erotic that her 
face tasted of some other woman's juice, and for a short second Jonas had to 
concentrate on some mathematical equation in order not to come immediately.

	Rose was kneeling beside them. Now she reached in with both hands, the left 
hand to diddle Connie's clit, and the right hand to fondle her asshole. A 
little later Jonas felt Rose's finger slip up Connie's ass, and hell broke 
loose. "Just enjoy, Jonas, this whore can come for the longest time, and I'm 
sure you'll love it."

	For more than three minutes Connie was whimpering and crying, making small 
and fast movements up and down his pole, but the exquisite thing about it 
were the contractions of her hot cunt. Jonas felt as if his cock was buried 
in a silken jacuzzi. A major orgasm was building in his cock and in his 
mind. Connie's beautiful body and Rose's manipulations got to him, and while 
he roared like a bear he spurted up into the hot cunt.

	Connie stayed on top of him, while he fell back on the bed and relaxed with 
closed eyes. Through the haze of his satisfaction he heard Rose say: 
"Andrea, are you soon ready with your `Arthur's Revival? Jonas will soon be 
ready to try it."

	Now they had Jonas curious, but he could see nothing. Rose and Connie 
blocked his view. A little later his cock had diminished to a limp third of 
its former pride, and with a little wet plop it fell out of Connie. When she 
rolled off Jonas she moaned: "He's ready, girls, you take him."

	Jonas lifted his head and saw the weirdest sight. Alberta was on her back 
with her legs spread wide, and Andrea had her hand buried in her snatch, 
fistfucking her slowly.

	"Come, Jonas, you've got to try this." While Rose dragged him towards 
Alberta, Andrea pulled out her hand. The sight of Alberta's stretched, 
gaping hole, was not the prettiest in the world, but Rose and Andrea guided 
him in between Alberta's thighs and fed his limp cock into that wide open 
gash. It just dropped in, and really Jonas was a bit disappointed: He could 
not feel a thing. Rose and Andrea placed their hands on his behind and 
applied a slight pressure, just to make sure he would not pull back. "Just 
wait," Andrea mumbled, "you're going to like this."

	"Tell Snowwhite to bring the champagne," Rose said, and soon they were 
quite a weird sight: Alberta lying absolutely `dead', with her eyes closed 
and Jonas between her thighs, Rose and Andrea holding down his ass, and 
Connie and Snowwhite bringing round glasses of champagne for everyone except 
Alberta. The four women chatted and laughed as if this was the most natural 
position in the world. Jonas sipped of his champagne and soon put in little 
remarks in the conversation. Suddenly he went dead silent.

	"Here we go, Rose laughed." Slowly and softly Alberta's stretched cunt was 
closing in on his limp cock. He felt the soft, wet walls touch the sides of 
his cock; then slowly a silky pressure, and a little later a gentle, milking 
movement, which caused his cock to grow an inch. The whole scene was 
absolutely hilarious. Alberta who was limp and dead to the world, except for 
her cunt which was creeping in on him, and the four other women chatting 
away and sipping champagne, as if this was the most natural thing in the 
world.

	A tingling sensation on the underside of his cock made it grow another 
inch, and slowly the two opposite movements made Jason terribly horny: His 
cock was growing and Alberta's cunt was contracting towards normal size. At 
last he could not stay calm, and he made the tiniest movements in and out of 
Alberta.

	"Ahhh, what was good for the father works for the son." Rose bent down and 
kissed Jonas. "It's very proper that you should try this with Alberta. She 
was the one who invented it for Arthur. Is it good?"

	"God, you horny cow. It's crazy. My cock is so terribly hard. Is she going 
to play dead all the time?"

	"Yes, she loves it that way. The only way we can `wake her up' is very 
special."

	"Tell me, damn it. I'm so horny that my cock is hurting."

	"All right. Pull out for a minute." Soon Jonas was sitting on the bed with 
his impressive tool stretching up his belly. Rose turned round. "Come on, 
girls, let's get her out on the bathroom bench."

	Andrea and Connie supported the limp Alberta by her arms, and soon she was 
lying open-legged with her ass pulled out to the edge of the low bench. 
Snowwhite guided Jonas up between her thighs, and when he knelt on the 
floor, Alberta's sopping cunt was right in front of his swollen cockhead. 
Snowwhite guided him in, while Connie straddled Alberta's belly with a horny 
grin on her face.

	"Brace yourself," Snowwhite whispered into Jonas' ear, "this is real 
kinky." While Jonas started fucking Alberta, Connie reached down and spread 
her cuntlips with her fingers. A hot, yellow stream of piss sizzled out of 
her, and hit Alberta's belly and her mons. Alberta woke up with a scream. 
"Oh, fuck, you horny bitches. You know I can't stand it. Aaahhhh, oh God, 
fuck, fuck, fuck." She was humping around on the low bench.

	"Hold her thighs, Jonas. We'll hold her arms." Jonas locked his arms around 
Alberta's knees and squeezed them hard against his hips. He felt splashes of 
Connie's hot piss hit him where he was joined with Alberta. He had never 
tried anything so kinky, but damn how he liked it! The minute Connie had 
finished, Andrea straddled Alberta's face and let go of a hot stream, which 
she guided with the fingers holding her cuntlips apart. She sprayed Alberta 
all the way from her forehead, down her nose and mouth, to her jiggling 
breasts. Alberta was coming all the time, screaming and groaning, while 
cramps were running through her body. Jonas wondered how it was possible, 
that her cunt, which had been such a stretched hole, was now squeezing his 
cock like a vibrating vice. Andrea bent her knees and rubbed her cunt all 
over Alberta's face while the last drops seeped out of her.

	When she stepped away, Rose took over. She placed her feet beside Andrea's 
ribcage. She looked unbelievably tall as she towered over Jonas and Andrea. 
With a wicked smile she brought her hands to her red bush and asked Jonas: 
"Would you care for a little shower, too, Sir?"

	Jonas had not answered her question when she let go. An impressive gush hit 
his belly, then his groin, then Alberta's belly, and last her quivering 
tits. That was too much for Jonas. A rush of perverted images flew through 
his brain, and he could not help it; with a loud roar he started coming. He 
fucked and he came, he fucked and he came, until he collapsed on top of 
Alberta.

	Snowwhite pulled him off and told Rose and Connie to take him to the 
shower. Andrea helped Snowwhite to pull the screaming Alberta down on the 
floor. "Stretch your legs," Snowwhite snarled. "No, up in the air." When 
they were stretched to her satisfaction Snowwhite stepped in between them 
and quickly lowered her cunt to cover Alberta's. She had just clamped her 
own vagina down on Alberta when she started pissing. Some overflowed, but 
some was pressed up into Alberta, which made her scream and come a last 
time. With a pitiful whimper Alberta let her legs fall to the floor. A small 
stream of Snowwhite's piss seeped out of Alberta while she moaned: "Oh, God, 
no more, no more. I can't take any more."

	A lot of laughter and splashing of water came from one of the shower 
stalls. Rose poked her head out and laughed: "We really got our Danish lover 
boy, girls. He had never imagined we could be so kinky."

	"Wait a second," Andrea smiled. "We'll hose down Alberta and the floor, 
then we'll join you."

	When they had finished cleaning up, the three women piled into the stall to 
the others. A lot of hands with a lot of soap and a lot of laughter brought 
them all back to reality. Suddenly Andrea went very quiet. She looked at 
Jonas for a moment, then she said in a very low voice: "Jonas, you are very, 
very special. You are the first man in many years I've wanted to feel 
against my naked body. Will you hold me a minute?" A little later, while the 
water from the shower was still running down all of them, she let go of 
Jonas, got up on her toes and pressed a loving kiss on his cheek. "Thank 
you, Jonas, that was lovely."

	Rose wanted to fill the jacuzzi and for them all to pile in, but she lost 
the vote. They were all very exhausted and very satisfied, and the only 
thing they wanted was to go to bed. Rose was the first to get dressed. She 
gathered the glasses and dumped them in the dishwasher, and soon the 
beautiful house by the lake was quiet.


Chapter two.

	The next couple of weeks brought Jonas more than three minutes into his 
finale, and once again he began to contemplate how he would get his symphony 
performed. A few phone calls to different agents in Copenhagen were not very 
successful. Of course he knew that the big orchestras had very long 
schedules, but it was quite discouraging to be told, that he should probably 
have to wait at least three years, maybe four, if his symphony was accepted.

	He burned a bunch of CDs with the music he had finished, packed the printed 
scores, and made ready for the drive north. He told Sarah that he would try 
to visit the conductors of some of the major symphony orchestras in Denmark. 
Maybe that would help.

	He called his brother Jonathan to announce his arrival in Copenhagen.

	"How wonderful. We have left your rooms untouched after we took over the 
house, so we hope you'll stay with us while you're here."

	He did not explain to Jonathan the nature of his business, but of course he 
told Sarah. They said their sad goodbyes, and 20 hours later Jonas parked in 
front of `the house'. He was met on the stairs by his pretty sister in law, 
Helle, and their lovely daughter Kis. Not until they hugged and kissed did 
he realise how much he had missed his family. Jonathan was at the factory, 
but he had promised to be home for dinner.

	There was a terrible lot to be told, and unknown events to be explained, 
and even if Jonas was very tired from the long drive, he did not go to bed 
until around 11. The next day he was at the telephone the whole morning. 
Most conductors did not want to see him or his music. They wanted him to 
contact them via an agent. Only the conductor in Odense seemed interested, 
and they scheduled a short meeting the next day, Friday. He leafed through 
the score, stopped here and there for a few minutes, and then turned to 
Jonas.

	"This looks very interesting. When you have finished the whole work, I want 
you to send it to me. I shall study it closer then, and if I think it will 
fit into our plans, we may perform it in three, maybe four years."

	Over dinner Friday night Jonas was downright moody and discouraged. 
Jonathan and Helle did all they could to cheer him up. "Hey, little brother, 
would you please play it for us? I mean, what you have finished up till now? 
I'd love to have an idea of what you are doing."

	When Kis had been put to bed, they settled down in the big living room, and 
Jonas put the CD on the player.  With hot coffee and fine cognac on the 
small tables, and Jonas' symphony filling the room, their spirits gradually 
eased up.

	When the last notes of the third part died down, Helle got up from her 
chair and kissed Jonas' cheeks several times. "This is fantastic, Jonas! I 
never knew you could write such wonderful music. It has such strong 
emotions. It's really great."

	"I can't imagine that they will not take this music," Jonathan said. "You 
know, I haven't got the talents that you and mother had, but I certainly can 
hear, that this music is great, and that it is very special."

	"I think one of the orchestras will take it up, but the problem is the long 
time it will take. You know me, Jonathan. I'm not a patient and planning 
man. If I have to wait four years for an audience reaction, I'm sure I'll 
get moody and loose my drive. I'm afraid I won't get anywhere with a second 
symphony."

	"Jonas. The best you can do right now is to finish this work and then leave 
it to one of the agents to `sell' it. It's no wonder that you are so filled 
up with this first symphony, but I think the only way to get on with your 
composing is to finish it, leave it to someone else, and start a new."

	"I know, Jonathan, I know. And like always you're the sensible one and I'm 
the emotional one."

	"That's why I produce margarine and you write symphonies, little brother. 
I'm so proud of you."

	They talked late into the night, and slowly the initial disappointment 
seeped out of Jonas. He spent the next couple of days visiting old friends 
and relatives, and Friday night Jonathan and Helle threw a large party. 
Saturday the weather changed. The first hints of the upcoming fall and 
winter hit Denmark, and Sunday morning Jonas was happy to load the small 
Morgan and hit the road.

	He had just entered the German motorway system, when he changed his mind 
and turned left, speeding into Poland. The roads were miserable, but driving 
was a lot of fun, and it became even better when he entered Czechoslovakia 
and stuck to the small mountain roads going south. He found small inns where 
he could spend the nights, and his head filled up with some of the most 
beautiful views of Europe. Instead of his usual 16-18 hours he took four 
days to get back home, but when he rolled up in front of Arthur's house late 
Thursday night, he was fully restored and ready to attack the finale. 
Actually he went directly to his keyboard and composed and arranged two 
minutes of bubbly, vivacious music for this allegro. They turned out so good 
that he decided to throw out the first three minutes he had composed before 
he went to Denmark. By four o'clock in the morning he fell asleep on the big 
round bed, and he did not even get out of his clothes.

	At eleven o'clock in the morning he woke up because someone opened his 
bedroom door. When he had rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he looked up 
into Anna's pretty face. She still had that look of innocence, framed by 
soft, black hair.

	"Good morning, sleepy-head. We were afraid you had died."

	"I worked very late last night."

	"God in Heaven, Jonas. Have you looked at yourself lately?"

	"No, I'm not in the habit of staring at myself. What's the matter?"

	"You are terribly dirty and all covered in dust. Look what you have done to 
the bed! Will you get out of those dirty clothes at once. You can go and 
have a shower while I take the bedcover and your clothes to the laundry."

	"No chance of a good-morning hug?"

	"NOT the way you look now. Maybe when you've cleaned up."

	After the shower Jonas put on the coat which Anna had embroidered. "Am I 
sufficiently clean now, pretty? For a hug?"

	"Yes, you certainly look and smell a lot better. How on earth did you get 
so dirty?"

	"My car is an open sportscar, and I rode small mountain dirt-roads all day, 
yesterday."

	"Oh, I see." She stepped up close. She looked so small and frail, and yet 
Jonas knew how hot she was. He put his arms round her petite body, and Anna 
hugged his waist and pressed her face against his chest. She let go of his 
waist and stepped over to the low bench. She climbed up to stand on it and 
waved him over. "I want to kiss you, but I don't want to break my neck," she 
smiled.

	"And you're not afraid of me any more?"

	"I was never afraid of you, but I had not had a lover for years, and I had 
forgotten all about the `mechanics'. And then Rose and the others were just 
a bit too much. That was why I seemed reluctant."

	"You're not reluctant any more?"

	"Heavens, no. I think I've been horny ever since."

	"And now?"

	"And now! Please stop talking and make love to me instead. We haven't got 
that much time. They are expecting us for lunch."

	She jumped down from the low bench, snapped the belt of his coat open, and 
ran to the bed while she shed her clothes, which consisted of only a skirt 
and a T-shirt. She was an incredibly contradictory sight as she lay down. 
Her tiny, almost teenage-like body with her pubic hair shaved off, the 
old-fashioned innocent expression on her pretty face, in contrast to her 
vulgarly open thighs and her glistening pussy lips.

	When Jonas lay down beside her, she dragged him up between her thighs, and 
with shaky hands she fumbled for his cock to guide him in. "Oh, Jonas, come 
into me. No foreplay. I've done that to myself this last week." The ease, 
with which his big cock slipped to the bottom of her in one stroke, bore 
witness to that statement, and so did the speed with which she achieved her 
first orgasm.

	"Wow. You really did play with yourself, didn't you?"

	"Every day," she panted, "and every night. I've longed so much for you. 
Come on, fuck me, I'm not made of porcelain." Her eagerness, and the hot, 
slick cunt which enveloped him, soon brought Jonas to the brink. Apparently 
she felt his oncoming orgasm. "Yes, yes," she groaned, "fuck me and come in 
me. I'll come with you.  E-e-e-e-ooooo-w-w." Her pretty face had been 
distorted in passion, but suddenly a heavenly smile broke out, while her 
wrinkled forehead went back to its smooth beauty.

	"Oh, Jonas, it was even better than I dreamed of." She rolled out from 
under him, pushed him round on his back, and lowered her mouth to his cock. 
"I've better clean this one so you don't smell too much at lunch." Her 
little, pointed tongue laved his shrinking cock. "A pity you can't taste 
this mix. It's delicious. I never thought I'd like it, but Rose and Gina 
taught me to love the taste of pussy."

	"You naughty girl. Of course I can taste it. Turn round and give me your 
pussy. Can't have you smell all over the cantina, either, can we?"

	The taste was exquisite, and Jonas was on the verge of getting horny again.

	"No, no, dear. Now we get dressed and we go to lunch. You have many days to 
answer for. They are all curious where you have been."

	Jonas did not tell about his disappointment conserning the symphony, but on 
the other hand he had a lot of fun out of telling about fast driving on the 
narrow gravel roads in the mountains of central Europe, and of the last days 
of summer in Denmark. He noticed Andrea at one of the other tables.

	"Hi, Andrea. I've slept so late that I don't need a siesta. Is there any 
way I can persuade you to give me my Italian lesson now, so I can be in Riva 
and visit my mountain lady when the siesta is over?"

	"Sure." She smiled. Their lesson had turned into a pleasant and funny hour, 
as well as an effective one. When she left Jonas turned on his computers. 
Quickly he erased the first part of the finale; then he copied what he had 
composed the night of his arrival, to another part of the harddisk, and made 
ready to make a new start.

	His lady of the mountain was very happy to see him. "My son is so busy 
getting the farm ready for the winter, so he hasn't been her for three days. 
But he'll come tomorrow to take me home."

	"I thought you were going to stay here for yet another week."

	"Ach, Adonis,...my head is terribly solid, and I may as well stay in bed at 
home. I like that better. There is no danger any more, and my leg is going 
to be in a cast for another five weeks. I'd rather stay in my own bed and 
look out on my own mountains. Do you understand that?"

	"I think I do. My great grandfather was a farmer. He was very uncomfortable 
whenever he had to go more than two miles from home, and he would never 
sleep anywhere else."

	"Ah, he would have made a fine mountain farmer." They chatted away for more 
than an hour, before Jonas made ready to go. "You can give me a hug today, 
my head is not going to break," she smiled. They said their heartfelt 
goodbyes, and Jonas promised to visit in a couple of days.

	"But I shall not be able to bake your buns or make your espresso," she 
said.

	"No, but then I can bake you some Danish pastry and make you a cup of 
Danish coffee. Arrivederci."

	"Auf wiedersehen."


Chapter three.

	For three weeks Jonas worked hard on the finale, and he was more than 
satisfied with the result. The inspiration from that long, dusty night, 
held. The result was a bubbly, funny, elegant dance of notes, which was such 
an immense contrast to the wild third part; precisely the contrast he had 
imagined.

	He finished the three printed scores and copied three CD's with the 
recorded music. One set he sent to the agent, who had seemed most 
enthusiastic about his work, the other set he sent to Jonathan, to listen to 
and to keep in his company safe. And one late afternoon in October he 
brought the third set to Sarah's office, to ask if she would keep it in the 
factory safe.

They had a long talk about the emptiness he felt. His great work was 
finished, but in a way he felt like a mother must do, if she has carried a 
baby for nine months and then has to leave it to other people.

	"Can I ask you a favour," Sarah asked.

	"Oh, yes. I'll see if I can grant you one."

	"You know very well that everybody here has followed your work, and we are 
all terribly curious about it, and me not the least. Is there any way we 
could persuade you to arrange a CD-consert, where you play it for us?"

	"Are you sure they'd like to hear it? It is very modern, you know."

	"Italians know a lot more about music than most other Europeans. I'm sure 
you'll have a lot of happy listeners."

	"OK, let's try. I'm not so sure, but if you say so. When will we do it, 
then. Friday or Saturday evening?"

	"Let's say Saturday . If we schedule the concert for 7 o'clock, we can have 
dinner when it's finished. Will that suit you?"

	"Of course. That's what we do."

	For the next few days Jonas felt terribly empty. He went for long rides in 
his Morgan, and he had nearly killed himself. He was climbing a tall 
mountain, and when he turned a hairpin curve at high speed, he discovered 
too late, that a small layer of the first snow was spread over the road. He 
praised the excellent geometry of the Morgan, which enabled him to keep the 
car on the slippery road. In any ordinary car he would have slid off the 
road and fallen hundreds of feet down. When he had brought the car to a halt 
he sat for several minutes to let the adrenalin seep out of his body.

	Saturday afternoon he went to see Sarah. "Do you have a CD player in the 
cafeteria?"

	"We have arranged for a very fine set, never fear."

	At six o'clock Jonas went to the cafeteria to check the sound system. He 
was very surprised to see Bruno in the cafeteria. "How on earth have you 
been allowed in here?"

	"Hi, Jonas, I love you too! Ha, ha. Sarah called me and asked if I could 
lend them a first class set for your concert. Look at those loudspeakers." 
He pointed at two columns of first class gear, similar to the stuff you'd 
find at a festival. "This gear will fill the room with clear and powerful 
sound. And I'll have a chance to hear what you've been doing with that 
Yamaha."

	"You are most welcome, Bruno. I was just surprised, because they usually 
are very adamant about men in their private areas."

	"I guess I'll have the same status as a blacksmith or a carpenter who is 
called here to repair something."

	Jonas checked out the sound of the first few bars, and he was really 
impressed. "This is great, Bruno. Let's go to my place and have a drink. We 
have plenty of time." While they enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine, Jonas 
told about the long time it would take, before he'd be able to hear his own 
music performed by a symphony orchestra, like it should.

	"Not much different here. Well, if you've got `connections', or if you are 
able to `grease' the right people, you could probably bring the time down to 
a year."

	When they entered the cantina at close to seven, Jonas was surprised to see 
the room almost filled with people. 15 of the oldest children were there, 
too. He went up to the small platform, where Bruno had placed the sound 
gear, and took out a small note. He had prepared his first speach in 
Italian. He told them how much they had meant to his work, how they had 
given him such ideal working conditions, and it was only proper, that they 
would be the first to hear the result. He made excuses for the fact, that 
the music they were going to hear had been recorded from a keyboard. In real 
life the music would be more detailed and the sound would be better. This 
little speech elicited a great applause, and then he turned round and 
pressed the button. When the first intricate bursts of rhythms played by 
full orchestra at forte fortissimo were kicked out of the loudspeakers, even 
Jonas himself was surprised and impressed.

	He went down to his seat between Sarah and Bruno. He sat down and closed 
his eyes and concentrated on listening. In the short break between first and 
second part the audience started applauding and yelling. Jonas was 
surprised, because that is never done in Denmark, but this was Italy. He 
jumped up and pressed the stop button, just before the second part would 
start. When the applause had died down he started the andante cantabile. 
Halfway through he felt Sarah's hand searching for his, and they listened to 
the rest of that part, hand in hand. This time he was prepared and stopped 
the CD player in time, to let the applause take its time.

	The wild sounds of the third part were a big surprise for the audience. He 
felt how the whole room got tense, sometimes scared, and almost breathless 
during the short ice cold spell with only shrill strings and a steady, 
rumbling rhythm, until the `storm' blew up again. This time the applause 
would hardly take an end. At last he pressed the start button even if they 
were not yet completely silent. The playful and gay finale changed the mood 
of the audience. There were smiling faces all over, and a lot of people were 
nodding heads, moving hands or shuffling feet. This time Jonas didn't stop 
the CD player when the music ran out. He closed his eyes and for a moment 
just enjoyed the feeling of fulfilment, while applause and loud cries 
surrounded him for several minutes. At last he got up from his chair and 
faced the audience to take a bow. This brought the applause to new heights. 
At last he raised his arms in a sign of silence, and the noises died out. 
Then he made his second speech in Italian. This time not prepared, and quite 
sporadic, but they understood what he said: "Thank you to all of you. 
Remember, you all have a small part in this symphony. And now we've better 
clear the room, so it can be changed back to a normal cantina and we can 
share a nice meal."

	People were milling around him, and a cacophony of words of praise 
surrounded him. At last Bruno reached him. "That was bloody marvellous, 
Jonas. Marvellous. You're quite a genius if I may say so. I'd never have 
expected to hear such great music in a margarine factory in Northern Italy. 
I predict that next time will be in a concert hall in Rome or London."

	Sarah came up. Her beautiful, dark eyes were shining, and little tears were 
on the verge of rolling down her cheeks. "I can't say anything, yet, Jonas. 
I just want to kiss you and hold you for a second."

	Supper was a most talkative affair. Jonas had to answer all kinds of 
questions, and at the tables around him everybody was discussing the 
symphony. Jonas invited Bruno for a drink in Arthur's house, but 
unfortunately he had to take down the gear, as it was needed for an event in 
Verona the next day.

	Shortly after ten Jonas whispered to Sarah: "I'll go home now. I hope I can 
persuade you to pay me a visit later, when people have gone."

	"I would have come, even if you hadn't invited me, dear. If anybody asks, 
I'll say you were tired."

	Back at his house Jonas walked out on the terrace. A cool wind was coming 
down from the mountains, and he really enjoyed to feel it after the heat and 
the emotions of the evening. Later on Sarah joined him in the evening cool. 
"I really had trouble warding them off," she laughed. "A lot of the girls 
were ready to throw a major orgy in your honour."

	"Thank Heavens you stopped them. I would not have been able to handle that 
tonight."

	"I guessed so."

	When Sarah started shivering from the cold, they went inside. She sat down 
in the corner of the sofa, while Jonas mixed a couple of Galliano/coffee 
drinks for them. A little later Sarah guided him to lie down with his head 
in her lap. She caressed his hair and bent down to kiss him.

	"It was a wonderful symphony, Jason. So filled with strong emotions. I just 
had to hold your hand through the andante cantabile. And that fearful third 
part. I can see why you couldn't be inspired for such power in these 
peaceful surroundings." She cradled his head and lifted it up, so she could 
kiss his eyes and his lips. Later they talked far into the night, and for 
the first time Sarah heard about his frustration over the long time it would 
take him to hear the music as it was meant to be heard.

	When they finally got to bed, they made love with such caring and emotion 
that it almost hurt.

Chapter four.

	About a week later, a small group visited Jonas. A tall, slim woman, who 
Jonas knew to work in the laboratory, but otherwise knew nothing about, was 
the spokeswoman. There were two men in the group, as well.

	"You probably don't know about it, Jonas, but we are 8 women in the 
factory, who are members of a ballet group in Verona. Have you noticed, when 
you drive down through the Brennero, there is a very beautiful Roman 
building on a mountaintop close to Lago di Garda? It is kind of a round 
temple consisting of only pillars and a roof."

	"I've seen it. It's very beautiful, and the location is wonderful."

	"Yes. Now to the question: For some years our ballet-group has talked about 
performing a ballet there. We have ideas of fauns and nymphs, dancing a 
mixture of age-old rituals and ultra modern mating overtures, like you see 
them in discos today. The performance should take place by night, lit by 
strong lamps and fires, while the audience would see the whole thing from 
beneath, seated on the slopes of the mountain."

	"That sounds like an interesting idea."

	"Yes. But, you see, we have come no further. We have not been able to find 
music, which would fit our purpose. I can explain later why not. Jonas, 
could we in any way persuade you to compose what we need? Your symphony has 
set new fire and inspiration to our dreams. I'm dead sure you would be able 
to compose exactly the music, which could make such a performance perfect. 
We have money to pay you a fee, and we can pay a 12-15 member orchestra, 
like for concerto grossos or the likes."

	Jonas pondered her question for a while. This might very well be, what he 
needed to pull himself out of his lethargic state. "I would need to visit 
you in Verona and to hear a lot more details of your plans, before I can 
make a promise, but I would like to give it a try."

	"Thank you, Jonas. You have just raised our hopes. Can we schedule a couple 
of meetings in Verona, with our choreographer and all?"

	"Sure. You know how we live here, or you can just ask if I'm able to come. 
Let's try it."

	November came around. Jonas had to change tyres on the Morgan, or it would 
have been too dangerous to visit his lady of the mountain. In the meantime 
she had become quite addicted to his Danish pastry, and Jonas had to teach 
her the intricate and hard work, which went into it. The ballet-group had 
inspired him, and he had been to a few planning sessions. The choreographer 
would make a sketch of the whole ballet, and then they would cooperate 
minute for minute on the music. Jonas was looking forward to get going.

	One Saturday, just after siesta, Sarah called him on the phone and asked if 
he could come to her office. Jonas stopped dead in his tracks when he opened 
the door: At the low table Sarah sat talking with Jonathan!

	"Hey, little brother, you didn't expect to see me here?"

	"That is some understatement! But welcome, it's lovely to see you again. I 
hope you don't bring bad tidings."

	"Not at all, not at all."

	"When did you arrive?"

	"Shortly after you had finished lunch. I've been talking with Sarah for 
almost two hours."

	"Do you intend to tell me what brings you here?"

	"It's quite important business, and it's really about you. You see, two 
weeks ago I was on a business trip to London. At the following dinner I told 
about you and your symphony and your trouble with your patience. You see, 
little brother, I'm quite proud of you."

	"As we all are," Sarah added.

	"This guy told me that in England it's quite common to hire an orchestra if 
you need one, say, for a commercial, a recording or whatever. That gave me 
an idea. When I returned to Copenhagen I asked questions in different 
places, and actually it's done in Denmark too. It's bloody expensive, but 
then I came up with a plan. I'd be willing to pay half the expenses, if you 
would pay a fourth and we could persuade Sarah to pay the other fourth. It 
can be done for about 200.000 dollars."

	"He is a very good salesman, your brother. It took him half an hour to 
persuade me."

	"Wow. I don't know what to say." He felt small tears form behind his 
eyelids. "I can hardly believe you'd do such a thing for me. Of course I 
will. Of course. This is wonderful." He went round to hug his brother and to 
kiss Sarah.

	"I thought you would. I have booked The Radio Symphony Orchestra for mid 
December. Wednesday and Friday for rehearsals, and Saturday evening for the 
opening concert. And you'll have to do the conducting yourself."

	"I can't believe this is true. It's so wonderful. I know I can pay my 
quarter of the expenses, but can you?"

	Sarah laughed. "That's where your brother is a marvellous salesman. He has 
persuaded me to let his factory handle the Scandinavian sales of our new 
organic margarine, so not only will we make more money on the margarine, but 
we can also deduct the symphony orchestra as promotion expenses."

	"Never fear, brother, we are not going to turn your opening concert into a 
sales pitch. All you'll ever notice will be a tiny sign on the front of the 
stage, for the benefit of tax authorities. Less than ten inches long."

	"I trust you'll handle that with style, brother. God, I'm going to be busy. 
I'll have to print out the scores of each individual instrument, and I'll 
have to study the score thoroughly to prepare myself."

	"Your brother has promised to let his advertising department handle all PR 
for the concert. They are educated people, as you well know."

	"I have one last good message: The Radio Symphony Orchestra will prefer to 
stay in their own concert hall, so the Radio has given us a special low 
price for the hall. They will also record the concert, because they may want 
to broadcast it, at a price of course, and I  have acquired the rights to 
use the recording to make a CD edition, if you find the quality of the 
recording OK."

	"Brother, oh brother, if you ever get tired of producing margarine, you'll 
have a great future in managing."

	Sarah sent them both a bright smile. "You are two extraordinary men. I knew 
your father. You have both got his talents, each in your own field, plus a 
hundred percent more. I can hardly wait to go to Copenhagen and hear your 
opening concert. You will want me to come, won't you?"

	"I would miss you terribly if you weren't there."

	"All right, boy, that's a deal. Now, you go and get busy with what you have 
to do. Sarah has promised to take me on a round of the factory. We'll meet 
at supper. And don't you look so surprised. Sarah has invited me to dinner, 
because I'm Arthur's son, too."

	"Ouch, Jonathan. I hope you're prepared for some surprises, when they hear 
you're Arthur's son."

	The evening ended like Jonas had anticipated. Initially the two brothers 
were a bit shy to let go, in each other's company, but Rose and Gina quickly 
drained any reluctance out of Jonathan. 7 women and 2 men made for an 
exciting orgy. Jonathan experienced things he had never even dreamed of, and 
Jonas was surprised how horny he got, when he watched Jonathan fuck his 
lovely Sarah.

Epilogue:

	The first rehearsal went absolutely fine. When Jonas stopped them after the 
opening bars and said: "Gentlemen. For these first 22 chords I want you to 
forget everything about beautiful sounds. They have to be violent, sharp, 
and first of all forte fortissimo and then a little more, please." From that 
moment there was a fine rapport between Jonas and the musicians, and they 
really worked hard to do what he wanted, even though he was not a trained 
conductor.

	Jonathan had done a fine PR job, and most newspapers had written about the 
young composer and his first symphony. The four biggest even sent their 
music reviewer to the consert itself. At half past seven two large busses 
rolled up in front of the Radio building, filled with women and children 
from the factory.

	The concert was a huge success. The applause seemed never to take an end. 
At last Jonas went to the podium and held up his arms. "Ladies and 
gentlemen. This is an unusual concert, because we do not have any other 
music, we have rehearsed. The only thing we can do is to ask this wonderful 
orchestra if they would be willing to make a repeat performance." Cries of 
`yes', `encore', `one more' filled the hall. When Jonas turned round to look 
at the musicians, they all smiled and nodded `yes'. The second performance 
was even better than the first. No nervousness to hinder all the emotions 
from being expressed. On the next day all four major newspapers hailed Jonas 
as the Carl Nielsen of the new century.

The End.

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