MASTER OF THE MANSION WITH MANY HIDDEN ROOMS 1: WILL

PREFACE:

Many years before the beginning of the story of Will’s habitation in the Mansion, a well-to-do gentleman built a great home in a certain Western city in the midst of a growing neighborhood of upper middle class homes. He built it there to completely dominate the homes around him, instead of just competing with them.

He moved his growing family into it and they settled down to an affluent and genteel existence. The neighbors acknowledged his primacy in the small community’s affairs and he ruled with a very light hand. It helped the growing community to have things administered for all of their benefits, with little efforts on their parts and a lot of positivity for everyone living there.

When he died in his old age, he had determined that even though he loved his children very much, that none of them were good candidates to take over the care of the magnificent home. So, he legally in his will made provisions that would go a long way to preserve and protect this beloved structure for generations to come.

In that will, he made generous provisions for his heirs, but held back a number of assets to finance the lives and activities of those who would care for the Mansion. They wouldn’t have to work, if they didn’t want to, and there would be plenty of financial strength left for its care and upgrading as time went by.

He selected a responsible middle-aged and single nephew to take over the house and in his will, he codified the process of the future Masters of the Mansion. His long associated law firm, took on the maintenance of the agreement in perpetuity for a very modest continuing fee. And they would make sure that all of the taxes and continuing expenses would be paid up on time. An unanticipated result of this was that the Masters would tend to have a lot of idle time on their hands.

After a couple of short tenured Masters, a Wangsmo Marner took over the reins at the age of forty. He was a retired military man, elegant in his straight back, gray hair and Van Dyke mustache and beard. His piercing blue eyes mesmerized a large contingent of the neighboring female population, the young and the more mature.

Since the young girls of this prosperous neighborhood were somewhat spoiled and the wives somewhat neglected, he soon found himself quite busy after all in administering to their intimate needs.

So, he soon discerned that he would need private spaces in the house to allow him to pursue his sexual sports with the women and to hide this activity from open view. He used a number of unrelated construction companies to do parts of this so that no one company would know the whole plan of his. He also used out of town businesses that were situated in all different directions. Plot plans of the remodeling tended to be lost too. There were plans with the city, but they were grossly inaccurate. The final touches of his fifty year effort was the installation of an elevator to climb from basement to attic.

The next Master selected was Frederick Gordon, who himself made many alterations to the floor plans of the Mansion, including the developing of the Sex Romper Room and the ‘bomb shelter’ in the basement. He set the following pattern of masters living about forty years each in residence and also established the summer Family Weeks celebration each year to accommodate the extended family’s continued obsession with the Mansion.

He also continued the pattern so far of the Masters being extraordinarily sexually active and usually remaining single to their demises. There were a number of unexplained pregnancies in the neighborhood, some with females as young as fourteen. No one, including the police for some reason ever pursued any determination of the origin of these situations. They were just accommodated, financed and events moved on including some of the younger girls producing unanticipated young ones more than once each.

Eventually it became time for Uncle Fred to pass on to the Mansion’s history and we catch up with the entering of Cousin Will to be the new Master of the Mansion.

CHAPTER ONE:

It is moving day, we are finally free to move into the modest sized mansion left to me by my recently deceased Uncle Fred. It had been in the family for several generations since its construction, and since my uncle had never married, he had kept it in excellent condition, while updating it to the latest technology as it appeared. A very able local CPA had sorted out the financial drama involved with inheritance taxes and ‘the such.’ But, Fred had had the sense to pass on more than adequate monetary resources with the house to cover all of these and to also give us a $5,000 a month stipend that would advance with any advance of the cost-of-living. With my social security and pension, I was not rich, but was very affluent with the house being paid off.

Ashley, a local escort that I had seen regularly for years and who had actually stayed with me for several extended times, when she was in need of a resting place, had decided to move in with me as a faux wife perhaps working up to becoming a real one. She was not going to drop the remaining twelve guys on her active list, but promised to not add to or replace any of them as they moved away, dropped her or became deceased. And she said that although she planned for us to concentrate on each other, she wouldn’t make a big deal about any little diversions of mine until her list was emptied.

Interestingly, the provisions of the will made it impossible to divest myself of the home and we had to keep it up, too. And it was mine along with the stipend as long as I lived. It then had to be passed on to a deserving relative under the same conditions, but it was not allowed to go to a lineal descendant of mine. This was to prevent it from being viewed as the possession of one line of the family, but keeping it within the extended one. I would have to save up my own bequest for any children that I left behind. Novel, but somewhat understandable.

I was recently retired under the rule of 85 provision of my union contract. Since I started my job in the grocery industry at the age of fifteen, I had thirty five years of continual service, including four in the U.S.A.F. which counted, so that I was free with a full pension at the early age of 50. And because I had left with a significant, but not life threatening physical condition, I also qualified for SSI. I was set up fine. Also, from Ashley’s income, which she was going to wash through her parents cleaning business, she was going to pay half of the monthly expenses in lieu of being my total sex slave. She still promised the kind of treatment that she had regularly afforded me over the years at a more frequent repetition now, though.

I had received a sizable settlement from the selling of my condo, so I consigned to her several thousand dollars to obtain bedding and other necessary household goods to get us started. She and her mother borrowed my Suburban and gleefully left for their shopping expedition. She wasn’t going to have to buy any furniture for the present, however, since the house came fully furnished with a full supply of very serviceable furnishings.

While they were gone, I decided to give a close examination to the house and the half acre of grounds. All seemed in perfect shape for our settlement within. In the back I found the tool shed with all of the yard tools that a guy would ever want. Most of them were hanging on outlined patterns with hooks on the wall. Another obsessive personality in evidence. That told me a lot about Uncle Fred. He had been a tall white haired and slim gentleman, in all the time that I had known him. Soft spoken, but regally determined in all that he had done.

While I was searching around the outside of the house a teenage neighborhood girl came around and greeted me with, “I am very sorry to have had you lose your Uncle Fred. He often spoke very well of you. I helped him at times with some of his hobbies. If I can be of service to you (said with a somewhat smarmy manner) I would love to do so for you, too.” I was a bit stunned by all of this. And maybe not all that surprised, since Fred had been a determined bachelor and had a very sharp eye for the ladies.

As I was looking around the back of the house to try to account for some space in the house that seemed to be missing, she approached a hidden door behind a group of bushes and asked, “Is this what you are looking for?”

There were flat rocks decorating the barked beds around the outside of the house, so any regular entry and exit from that location would not leave a telltale pathway. But, she seemed to know what she was doing, so she approached the very tall chimney there and located a loose brick and it tripped some kind of release and the hidden door opened for us. She then took my hand and guided me into the interior room which immediately became lighted up by a number of lamps in a very suggestive display.

I could immediately see that this was a love nest, with many wonderful and some mysterious furnishings highlighted by a monstrously large bed with mirrors all around it. I didn’t have to imagine very hard to know what that meant.

With that revelation, she brightly suggested that she show me what projects that she had helped him with. Oh lovely, I wondered what that would include. So, I nodded and she immediately moved to a bureau and with a great show of sexiness doffed her clothing right down to the skin. By this time the door had closed on them on its own, so that they were in total privacy within. Evidently it had no known connection with the rest of the house. (Actually, I found one later.) She then opened the bureau and put on some clothing from within. Thigh high lacy hose, crotch-less panties, an easy-off bustier, a feathered cap and nine inch heels. She then bellied up to the bureau to administer her makeup, which was very garish and sensual.

With my mouth still open with the shock of it all, she then returned to my side and grabbed my hand to guide me to a set of stocks set beside the bed. She then informed me that she had been a very bad girl for the last week and needed to get her offenses off of her heart and receive her punishment for them. Sort of like a priestly confession and absolution only with a lot of sex added. So, she moved over to the stocks and put her head in the closure and signaled me to close and lock it in place. She was hunched over, so I moved the foot stool for her to kneel on and she thanked me with a pat to my nether regions for the favor. Then she began her litany of revelations of her sexual misconducts for the previous week since Fred had died.

I took up residence in my newly, to me, very comfortable chair to listen and I guess to absolve her of any guilt over her revealed offenses. As she began, I could hear that the ladies had reappeared at our residence and not found me around. Evidently the house was wired for sound to be heard when a person was in residence here and perhaps at other stations. But, I was not worried about that at the moment, I had a young woman’s sexual confessions to hear and deal with.

So, she continued,” and on Sunday when I was supposed to go to services with my family I begged off with a headache and stayed home to entertain a boy skater that I had met at the rink. Mom really likes him and he is fun, but he is just too damn serious about things for me to take him seriously at my age. But, I got him to go down on me and suck on my pussy and clit and to swallow my cum as it came out. He seemed to like this even more than having his dick sucked on by me.

Does any of this deserve any punishment, uh…. uh…… uh………(Will, I added in)?”

“Not that I can think of for the present, just continue.”

“So, I let him ‘waller’ all over me, but not put his dick into my pussy, because I told him that I wanted to remain a virgin until I got married. That is a hoot, since I gave it up to your Uncle Fred some time ago, and just didn’t want the guy to know about it.”

“After he left, I wanted to go down to the beach with my friends, but Dad was being stubborn because I supposedly had a headache that prevented me from going to church. I then mentioned that the sea air would probably do me some good, but he wasn’t buying into that. So, when mom went out to pick some ripe tomatoes and strawberries from our garden, which my skater friend had weeded out for her, I got up on Dad’s lap and began to kiss and fondle him. He was getting very afraid of this and gave in and threw me the keys as I moved to the door. I was out it before my mom even knew what was happening. And nothing was said when I returned, either.”

“The next night I invited my skater friend, Jimmy, to come over and watch television with me. My parents went into the kitchen and remained there for as long as Jimmy remained. He got real frisky with me, groping all of my sexy places and trying to get me to allow him to enter my pussy. The funny thing was that I was not going to allow that, because my pussy belonged to Fred; I guess that means you now, since you now have the house; but he could have had my ass if he had just asked for it. Evidently it just never crossed his mind.”

I had nothing to say at this very interesting dissertation and so kept up my nonjudgmental and studious manner, but said nothing.

“I was good for the rest of the week until today, except for giving Mitchell a blow job behind the gym at lunch before the others finished eating, a reward for him helping me with my science project. I got an A on it, so that doesn’t count, does it?”

“No, just very industrious of you, I would say.”

“Well, I need my punishment now anyway, even if you’re going to be so very forgiving of me. And then I will give you my service for the week, for the small contribution that you offer me for my everyday life. I get an astoundingly small allowance from Dad, you know.”

So, I moved up behind her glorious ass and took the small wispy lash that she handed me and proceeded to whip her up really good. After several minutes of that she said that I now needed to take her ass to emphasize the lessons that she was getting from me. So I looked down to the base of the stocks and there was a small bottle apparently of thick lube there and so I poured out a generous amount on to my hands, spread some on her sore behind and then anointed my dick and her anus in anticipation of my entry into the ‘back country.’

She whispered to me,” that is okay, just plow right on in!”

I had no idea that a girl of that age could handle that, but my medium sized tool worked right up into the intended back tunnel, to her and my surprise and pleasure, and soon enough I emptied right up into her bowels. With that she motioned for me to release her.

As she redressed to leave, I quietly queried her on what the usual donation was. Without looking at me, she mentioned a hundred dollars. I reasoned that I doubted that Fred had been so generous, but that I would be and told her so. She smiled and I handed over the bills and she notified me that Alice would be by in a couple of days. And that Alice was a very different kind of ‘animal’ as I would find out. With that she said that she would tell anyone that inquired of her presence that she was auditioning to do the mowing, which she would very much like to do if I accepted her in doing it.

After she left and I answered Ashley’s inquiry by saying that I had been walking the neighborhood to familiarize myself with it, but then Ashley asked me about the young girl that was leaving the rear of the house. I just said that she was asking about a job of mowing our lawn and that I thought that I might let her do it. It is good to let young ones learn about laboring for money, I averred. Ashley decided with the production of a slightly tilted head to leave that one alone and move on to other things.

With the house now in order to Ashley’s standards, at least all of the house that she knew about, she decided to take care of several of her regulars on Thursday starting at eight in the morning. I figured that there would be no “boom, boom’ this night and so decided to find some things of my own to bury myself into. So, since this house was evidently meant to be a very secretive cipher, I decided to try to solve some of its mysteries. They would be many, I thought, since there were a number of unaccounted for spaces in the arrangement of the rooms. So, I went down to the surveyor’s office to find out what they knew and they directed me to a little known office in the City Hall devoted to keeping records of construction in the city. It had records going back to the beginning of this city for all the buildings that were built with a permit. The premise of a necessary permit increased as the years went by and the civil penalties for ignoring had mounted up.

There was a newspaper account a number of years ago, where a citizen tried to circumvent the law by building around and then progressively unbuilding the insides of an old house to avoid the taxes and regulations surrounding new construction. When the code enforcement office caught on to this, they closed off the building of it without even a roof over it for the summer. In the fall they relented and let the guy roof it and seal it up, but would not let him finish it up nor live in it for fifteen years, evidently as an example to others who might try this artifice. He gave a big party when it was finished and he moved right in, when he retired. Probably the intention of the city authorities to allow that at his retirement all along.

So, as I scanned over the plans that were on file for my mansion I noticed that they went back many years in several versions as the building was originally built and then remodeled various times by the sequence of owners (all relatives of mine) and by several companies at any one time. So, the modern and latest plans were probably inaccurate and incomplete, a testament to some of the remodeling companies going out of business before filing their amended plans. But, I got the latest full plans and paid a modest fee to get my own copies of them

When I got them home, I placed them on my desk in one of the bedrooms that I had coopted for my office use. In it I had a variety of business machines to accommodate almost any project that I could imagine. After scanning the plans for a while, I went outside with a long tape measure to try to make some sense out of the various additions to the building that were not reflected in the interior spaces that I could find. As I was doing this a small blond girl, who must have been about sixteen, came up behind me and almost had me empty my bladder into my pants with, “Say, Mister, can I help you with that?”

When I came to myself, I turned around and saw her. She was as described and the requisite very cute, too. I guessed it had to be Alice. And it was. I nodded that I would be happy to accept whatever revelations that she would share about hidden spaces. Right off the top of her head she asserted that Uncle Fred had appraised her of at least twelve hidden spaces of various sizes and purposes were built into the house and that many of them were connected to each other. She didn’t know of where the others were but she volunteered to reshow me the one that I already knew of. I though being hungry from having no lunch, could think of nothing that I would rather do, so let her trip the door mechanism and then we together entered the secret sexy place.

As soon as we entered, she shed her clothing, a process that I was getting used to of female visitors to this private domain and then she took on the aspect of an animal, a cat as I was about to discover. She crawled around the room on her knees and nosed around the various features in cat like curiosity. She even nosed up to the stocks by the bed and seemed to recognize that Ramona (first time that I had heard her name) had been there.

She then moved back to the bureau and opened the bottom drawer with her mouth. From within, she brought out a thing that looked all the world like a butt plug with a tail on it. Then she put the plug up to her mouth and hissed at it and then reached back and installed it up her ass to give her a feline type of tail. With that I decided to get into the act and took a ball of twine, undoubtedly left by my uncle and began to roll it out to her. She batted at it and hissed at it and rolled on to her back and bounced it around her tits and belly and then tossed it away. With that she came over to me now comfortable in my overstuffed chair and backed up and peed right on to my shoes. That got my attention. And then she rushed still on her knees right across the room and brought back a towel in her teeth that had fallen on to the floor for me to clean up the mess. With this she sauntered over to the middle of the room and laying on her back began to tongue wash all of her body that she could reach.

When I finished cleaning my shoes off and sopping up the urine from my rug, she crawled up onto my lap, evidently for me to finish cleaning off her body with my tongue, which I did oblige her with. She then laid back on her back across my lap and the arms of the chair to stretch out her arms and legs, just like a kitten might do, all the while looking directly up into my eyes. When I rubbed her belly, she meowed, but if my hands strayed too close to her nether regions, she hissed at me.

After relaxing for a bit on my lap, she moved back down to the floor and with her butt towards me meowed and spit at me to get my attentions. She wiggled her butt at me and started for behind the couch that was moved out a bit from the wall. She kept looking back at me and meowing. I finally got it, she wanted me to make kittens in her in the ‘behind the couch’ privacy, so I dropped my trousers and crawled to behind the couch to be with her. I nosed her pussy until it began to leak her kittenish cum and then mounted her back with my teeth chewing the back of her neck and I then proceeded to fuck her pussy until I splattered my tom cat cum up into her kitten making zone. With that she circled around and nosed my cock and then meowed again, evidently wanting a repeat. So with her body now aimed in the opposite direction, I again mounted her and directly entered her again and rushed to empty into her again. After that she shrugged me off and moved to the front of the couch where she again busied herself with cleaning all off the places that she could reach.

After that and with her having redressed, she leaned up to my chin and pulled my mouth down to give it a firm and pleasant kissing and then led me out the door into the late afternoon sun. As she prepared to leave, she said, “I will be a different animal next time,” smiled and then waltzed away to whatever she had planned for the day. No mention of any contribution and when she was asked the next time about it, she remarked, “Kitty cats don’t get paid to mate!”

CHAPTER TWO:

On Sunday afternoon, Ramona came by and mowed the lawn without even asking. She did a very nice job of it, too. Got the trimming around the edges done correctly also. So, I sent Ashley out to pay her, to allay any suspicions that there was something between Ramona and me. After all, I was only fucking the neighborhood girl, couldn’t call that a relationship could you?

Over the weekend I had studied the house plans and done a lot of measurements and I now had identified at least eight of the mentioned extra hidden rooms. I just had no idea of how to enter them. So, when Ashley left town on some family business not related to her profession, Ramona evidently who was monitoring these movements at our home showed up at the front door and without even knocking entered and found me. She then took me by the hand and led me outside to the door to the Sex Romper Room, as I had designated it.

Once inside with the door closed, and with her sitting with her lovely butt cleft centered over my dick, I asked her if she had been in any of the other hidden rooms in the building. She answered that yes she had, in several of them, but she didn’t know where the doors to them were, because she had always been blind-folded whenever she entered any of the ones other than this one. She did mention the possibility of an elevator, though.

She then told me that she hadn’t done enough more to justify another confession, counseling and absolution session in the stocks, but that she wanted me to fuck her proper, because Jimmy was taking her to the beach later in the day. She without delay, threw off her clothing and jumped up on the humongous bed with her legs splayed apart, impatient for me to do my duty. I moved up to engage her pussy with my tongue and when I delayed there too long she reached down and pulled my body up so that my little head moved up to her port and then she reached down to plug me into her cum port. With that things proceeded very rapidly with me providing the requisite cum drop to accompany her climax and share in the proceeding of her cum drop, too.

She then threw on her clothes and waved over her shoulder as she sashayed out of the room on to her meeting with Jimmy.

With that I took the time to give a more thorough cleaning of the ‘cat’ pee in front of my lounging chair using some Febreze and with that accomplished, moved back to the house to again entertain the mysteries of the missing rooms.

I decided to go about this at a more studious manner and so went to an artist’s supply shop and bought a large easel and some large canvases to mount on it. I then settled on a scale to use and drew a square on the top sheet that was exactly the size of the building with the lines out to the farthest reach for each side (forty feet to a side.) I then went outside and measured each indentation from the outside line and drew them in to get a more accurate depiction of the outside of the building. I got only a couple of them done for the day, but felt good that I was now addressing the puzzle in a methodical manner.

When Ashley got back that evening, she noticed the plot plan in development and inquired as to the reason for that. I had no desire to let her in on what I was finding, so I answered that I was trying to get an accurate plan for the house against any needed maintenance or remodels for the future. That made some sense to her and so she dropped the subject and showed very little interest in it from that time on. It was also partially true, too.

Alice showed up that evening at the front door in her cheerleader’s outfit with a box of cookies under her arm and inquired of Will as to whether he would have time for her at present. He said no, but to keep an eye on things here. She said that she would and that there were other girls and mothers who would be interested in playing with him, too. And that Uncle had kept a ledger somewhere in the house with many of their phone numbers, vital statistics and preferred activities. He made a note to find and secure that as soon as possible.

Ashley notified me that she would like a T.V. monitor in the front sitting room so that she could view it while conversing on the phone with her mother and other friends. There was no reason to deny her this, so I made the appointment for the cable company contractor to come by and install it. When he drilled through the wall, I used a wire to probe through it and determine its thickness as an aid to producing an accurate layout of the interior of the house on my plans. I was very surprised to find that the walls were very much narrower than a three story home would normally have. But, I knew that that could be compensated for by building with a lot more wall studs mounted closer together. And that this narrowing of the walls would allow extra room in the house, which could be critical in the very small rooms that these mansions were typically built with. It seemed to me that all of the original walls would also be so configured and even some of the remodeled ones, too.

So narrow walls were added to the refining plot plan of the house. Not all of the corrections of the outside walls had been entered in yet and it had become evident that the plats would have to be divided into stories, since each story had its own outside arrangement. So, I produced another starting square for each story, even the basement. And right away, I identified a possibility on the second floor on the backside of the house away from the street. It didn’t seem that there could be an outside entrance with its location, so I planned a search indoors to find the entrance to it.

As I was eating lunch while Ashley was off on some fool errand, one of the prospective neighbor ladies came up on to my porch and rang the buzzer. I noticed that she was pretty, somewhat portly, had impressive breastworks and was extremely friendly in manner. She introduced herself as ‘Mary who lived across the street’ and she wondered if I as a new resident in this old home needed any sugar to be loaned to me. She even had a cup of sugar with her. I got the message and indicated that I didn’t need any at this time, but would keep her in mind. She smiled at that. She also said that if I had any extra sausages around that I could bring one over to her at an opportune time, too. Boy the double entendres were flying all around the porch. She signed off with a gigantic smile and sashayed down to the sidewalk and across the street to my visual fascination.

With my eyes back in my head and mind back on the coming challenge, I proceeded to study the plot plan on the easel to find the indicated hidden room. I found that where ever the entrance happened to be, it was noteworthy that a wall of it coincided with the elevator shaft that rose all the way from the basement to the attic, with stops along the way at each floor. So, my curiosity stirred up I entered into the often used riser and closely examined the panels that lined the inside of the carriage. On first examination nothing appeared to be unusual. But, when I looked over the punch board with the symbols and press buttons, I noticed a button that seemed to not be identified with any of the floors. It appeared to be well used, though. So, I lifted the elevator to the third floor and as it approached the opening of the door, I punched the extra button. The carriage dropped to be in between the first and second story, it stopped and then settled down to be intermediate between the floors and one of the back panels opened up to reveal an open doorway with a set of stairs.

I pushed the stop button to secure the carriage at the current location and then proceeded out into the lit up stairwell. It rose to about level with the second floor and led to a secured door. I out of reflex reached out to the door handle and with only touching it the door opened on its own. Inside I found a surprisingly spacious room set up as a sort of taxidermy salon. This gave me an instant set of disturbed sensibilities, especially when I noticed in the corner of the room an obviously treated body of an adult woman. It was perfectly done and dressed in a very beguiling way. This made me feel sick at heart. The thought that my dear uncle might have abused and killed this adult, but still young woman. But, using my occasionally recessive good sense, I took a picture of it with my cell phone and withdrew from the room to think this over. I then planned a trip to the library to try to secretly access information there to determine what had gone on in this case.

That evening, I indicated to Ashley that I had some research to do at the library and that she could accompany me, if she would like to do so. They have a very large array of women’s magazines there I informed her. She said that she might like to do so at another time, but had some serious communicating to accomplish while I was gone, so I left and arrived there alone.

I used my secondary membership card under an assumed name for the research that I would never want to be traced back to me. I knew that they cleaned the tops of the keyboards every night, so my fingerprints were of no concern to me. I entered the local newspaper site and looked under missing women. There was a lengthy list, but none of the pictures matched the lady in question. So, I widened out to neighboring towns and soon found what I was looking for. There was an account of a young woman, the one that I had the picture of who had died of an unexpected cerebral hemorrhage a number of years ago. And the bereaved family was shocked that her body had disappeared from the mortuary where she had been planned to be cremated. There were rumors of an aged lover of hers, but he had never been identified. They just hoped that the body wasn’t going to be used for some unpleasant sexual purposes.

Now he understood. His uncle had been her lover and couldn’t stand the thought of her either moldering in a grave or being burnt up in a crematorium, so he had stolen the body and used taxidermy to preserve it as a remembrance of a dearly loved young woman who had passed on much too early. He knew that he could never do such a thing, but he perfectly understood the motivations of his dear uncle.

He also knew that he would never want to enter that room again, and so he closed off the entryway off the elevator shaft and sealed it up permanently.

The next morning about 9:00 am, I decided to deliver the sausage to the lady across the street. I cut an eight inch section off of a kielbasa that I had stored in my fridge and put it in a Ziplock bag. I then left Ashley to sleep off her late night multi conversations and early morning fuckfest with me, to deliver my offering to the lady in question.

When I arrived, she could see that I was struggling to remember her name and so supplied it to me, Mary. I of course remembered it just as she was supplying it. But she was very good natured about it all, as she probably was about most things. And she then admired the sausage that I had brought over. When she looked it with close scrutiny and admired its size, I froze because I was by no means equivalent in its length or girth. I was then afraid of being deemed guilty of false advertising, but no worry, she backed up to the sink and with her hands braced behind her, she displayed a welcoming pussy to my view. I got the message and installed my private sausage into the offered container and after a brief few minutes added a special sauce to accompany the sausage in the welcoming chamber. With that she shuddered a bit and then leaned forward to give me a gratified and thankful kiss.

She then offered me coffee, after lining her panties with the available paper towels against possible accidents. I sat down to converse with her. And she laid out the lay of the local land in regard to available women in the neighborhood. It seemed that they were delighted to have a semi-single adult man who was still serviceable in residence, if the pathway to his house taken by obvious young wo-men was any evidence thereof. And that their husbands were not at all upset at having their wives regularly serviced, since each of the husbands had their own young pussies to take care of. Many of which will be of his interest as time moves on. So, when he would be interested in mature pussy in contrast to the neophyte examples, all he had to do was to be observant and hints would be passed on to their availability for fun.

And she mentioned a couple of them who would be especially fun. As for herself, she was happy with her life and felt that she had a very good husband. But, with his outside interests, she would welcome an occasional quick fuck to tide her over till the old man came through again, this said with a very wide smile. What a wildly progressive neighborhood, he decided.

Ashley was again out and about with her interests and he was beginning to wonder about that. But, it was convenient when he wanted to pursue his other interests, concerning his study of the house and his carnal pursuits. She had told him to not expect her until late that evening, so while he was studying the increasingly filled in plans, he again heard the front door buzzer go off.

When he answered the door, there was another of the local young teens standing there. She was lightly red in hair color, tall for her age and very slim and evidently athletic. She had a very pretty smile on her face and asked if she could come in and introduce herself. He could think of no reason to deny this and so welcomed her into the front sitting room to patiently converse on whatever to-pics that she brought up. As soon as she settled her cute little body down she brought up the hidden sex room and her desire to see it.

“My dear young woman, it is not an open public place. It has very specific purposes and activities in mind for its guests. I do not think it proper to introduce it to someone who would not might want to get in to the spirit of the room and welcome at least some of the fun mature activities enjoyed there.”

“So, that means, NO!”

“Well, don’t you think that, that would be the appropriate response on my part?”

“Perhaps, but I am not actually refusing to enter into the mature spirit of the place, I just am not familiar enough with it, to make that decision yet.”

“Okay, I will give a ‘one time’ introductory shot and see what happens.”

With that I took her hand for once and led her to the side of the house and then in behind two newly planted ‘pyramidal is’ shrubs to the door and tripped the door open. When she entered inside she let out a muffled yell and scanned the scene before her. So, I took to my favorite chair and sat to observe her room search of teenage discovery.

She first moved over to examine the stocks sitting by the bed. She could smell intimate odors on it, but didn’t seem to be offended by that. She then scan-ned the objects mounted on the walls, she obviously had no idea what most of them were for. She then moved over to the bed and leaned over to bounce her hands up and down on it. As she did this, he could see her athletic panties out from under her short soccer skirt. She probably knew that. Girls that age are much more aware of what was going on than most adults give them credit for. She then came over and sat right down on my lap.

After a few minutes of relaxed cuddling, she looked up to me and searchingly asked, “What is the purpose of this room and the things in it?”

“It is a room for intimate fun. Not the kind to produce babies, though that could happen if everyone in here isn’t very careful. But, it is a sexual pleasure pal-ace. A place for sensual experimentation and discovery.”

“I see.”

“Well, if your curiosity is assuaged, we can leave, because if you remain, you must surrender to the spirit of the room.”

“What would that entail?”

“Every female that enters this room must immediately remove all of her clothing and remain nude during the whole time unless she is given permission to don some provided intimate apparel.”

“Does that include me?”

“Oh yes, in fact if you don’t do so immediately we will now have to leave this premises and not return without your active compliance to that spirit.”

“You mean that you would actually enjoy seeing me naked?”

“For a certainly, I am looking forward to that if you gift that to me.”

“But, I am only fifteen and a half, skinny with no breasts to speak of and freckled.”

“Yes.”

“You mean that you would like to look on that?”

“Actually yes, many men prefer their women younger and thinner. Have you ever looked back on the wedding pictures of your relatives? And if so, what did you note?”

“Yes, and I noticed that almost all of them looked much younger and were much thinner than they are now. And that actually the women had a wide variety of physical types, thin being a very common one.”

“And so what do you deduce from that? Don’t you think that there were older and fuller figure women available to their choosing?”

“I guess that most men like slim women, especially. And that I shouldn’t be surprised if they would want to admire me in a naked state.”

“Well deduced my young lady!”

“But, I think that I will pass on that for now. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. It is entirely up to you. A simple decision, but one that either way could have very long lasting effects on your life. So consider it well. I would like you to keep this under your hat, though. Even at your age you should be able to keep some confidences, since they could mean a lot of trouble to the one who is the main object of them.”

“Understood.”

With that they removed themselves from the room and she quickly went on her way.

CHAPTER THREE:

I have been very busy with my hidden room search and have closely identified the exact position of nine of the estimated twelve rooms inferred to exist. At least two of them might be actually off of the basement, which would be hard to identify, from ground plans. But, the harder to find, the more important that they would likely be, in my mind.

The abundant activity of mine with the young girls and the milfs of the neighborhood and Ashley’s continued professional services has finally caused a division between us and she has moved out to establish separate accommodations for herself. Since among my new assets is a small niche hotel in the south part of the city, I have assigned one of the finest rooms in it to her use. And have informed the staff that unless she murders one of the cleaning personnel or tries to burn down the whole structure, she is to be strictly left alone. As a reflection of that consideration on my part which she asserted deep appreciation for, I was to get Saturday nights all to myself in perpetuity, whenever I wanted them. I told her to count on that. We could actually be spending more time together than we did when we lived together.

The next morning after her exit, which the whole local neighborhood noticed, I was visiting Mary to renew our little fun, this time up her ass, when I happened to mention that I would be looking for a lady to anchor the activities of my household as a housecleaner and helper extraordinaire. She while continuing to alternately pull forward and push back on my dick remarked that she had a lady in mind that would probably work out very well for me. Her jerk of a husband was in the process of kicking her out of their marriage home and leaving her temporarily destitute, which was supposed to be impossible these days. He had a bevy of young ‘things’ arranged to take her place as soon as she was gone.

Mary asserted that Gloria, was a little weird from her childhood mental issues, but that she was lovely to look at and a virtual maniac in bed. Her children were already raised and on their own, so she would be free to devote herself to his home’s service. She said that with my permission that she would send her around for an audition that afternoon. And for him to not be easy on her ass, since she herself had spent many a pleasant minute with her nose up Gloria’s anal home. I stoically remarked that I would take that under advisement.

With her recommendation accomplished we got back wholeheartedly in our mutually enjoyable fucking up her ass, with gusto. When I finally came into her she rewarded me with a very sloppy and effective blow job to send me off back home. Gave me a plate of homemade cookies, too. Ginger snaps, my favorite.

As I was sitting in my T.V. viewing chair to contemplate the house plans that I had generated from old plans and the newly produced measurements, it struck me, the phrase, “And most of them are connected.” There didn’t seem to be any room for secret ‘in the walls’ walkways, so the only available connection that seemed to be possible was the elevator. Hmmm, the wheels were turning now. So, I took a tablet and keeping track of codes that I entered into the Punch Plate in combination with the extra button, quickly identified three doors on the third floor, two more on the second floor (in addition to the taxidermy salon) and two on the first floor, including the sex play room. The door on the inside of the sex play room was hidden behind a very lurid tapestry hanging on the wall, which no woman in her right mind would touch if she could avoid it.

That left two somewhere in the basement (and two others that were un-located for the moment), and I figured that one in the basement was probably some kind of bomb shelter. In thinking this over, I deduced that it would need to be well hidden, and so Uncle would have probably hidden it behind a totally pre-pared wall that would show no seams nor any variant colored sections. Probably have the doorway accessible through a very thin cement pour over it. Not wanting to ruin his good work, I decided to think matters over to find the other one in the basement and without disturbing the ‘bomb shelter.’

Now, I decided to check out the door across from the entrance to the ‘love nest’ from the elevator on the first floor. It could be a very important room to be that close to all of the action. But, before I could access it, I heard the buzzer from the front door and decided to check on it, since it might be Gloria, the pro-spective house keeper.

I was not disappointed either, as the visage that appeared at my door was a very striking looking MILF of her middle forties. Without even being invited in she rushed past me, evidently before I could change my mind and took a seat in the living room that had the plot plan. And she awaited me there while I got the tea to drink and a couple of Mary’s cookies to share. I then awaited for her reasoning at the intrusion into my home uninvited. With raised eyebrows.

Gloria sampled her tea and finished her cookies and then looking me right in the eyes, began, “I guess you are wondering about my aggressive entry to your home without a direct invitation.”

The raised eyebrows continued upraised at that assertion!

“Well, I am a real spot. My dear husband who has been a dear for years has suddenly turned against me after discovering some disturbing details of my life. Disturbing to him, not to me. He has found out that his devoted son is actually the son of a past lover of mine who is now deceased, and he is furious, since the conception occurred while he was on assignment in faraway Afghanistan in the military.

Actually, he has pretty well known this for years, but he is using this now to get his way to have everything to himself including a bevy of bimbos to entertain him on his needy nights. I guess my crazy sex isn’t enough for him anymore.”

I sat for several minutes in silence while I digested all of this. It fit perfectly with what Mary had said, for instance. And this lady was undeniably gorgeous and she did have a wild eye showing through her civilized public reserve.

I asked if she had any referrals to share with me? And she stood up and doffed her outer coat, showing a footie night suit that a young girl up to the age of sixteen might wear and then took me by the hand to lead us to the bedroom. I was a bit mesmerized by this and she led me to the bed. She got in and bid me to doff my clothing and do the same. Then, she reared up to my front and pretended to go to sleep. But after a few minutes she asserted that she needed to use the toilet and so I pointed the direction to it and asked her to leave the bathroom light on when she exited it. She nodded and after a brief ten minutes was back in bed. On the return trip to my bed, I couldn’t help but notice that her trap door over her rear was left wide open. On purpose, I guessed.

So, once in bed she backed up to my front again and indirectly invited my attentions into her young girl’s suit. My hands now caressed her over the suit on to her breasts, which she murmured at. Then they moved down to caress her dear pussy area, which she was even more demonstratively active about. Finally, I reached into her back trap door and inserted my penis between her legs to activate each other’s nether worlds. It didn’t take long either. We were both wet with each other’s cums in record time, and then I moved my little head up to her baby port and into her body there. By this time, she was purring and I started to move her on to her stomach for me to pursue serious pounding of her, and as I did so, she pounded back on me, too.

I was pushing my cock as far up into her as I could, and her purring changed to moaning and then to murmuring and finally to screeching at the top of her voice while we both came at the same time. I simply sagged down on to the bed like an empty sack of potatoes and tried to catch my breath from as wildly demanding a bitch as I had ever pounded. With that she gathered herself up and returned to the couch where we had started our interview. It took me several more minutes to get the strength to follow her.

When I arrived, she watched me with interest. Behind that whorish face and body was a very intense and intelligent mind and it was focused on me.

“So, how has my interview gone so far?”

“The job related talents that you have displayed so far are way about the best that I have ever seen. But, the question is, what are you auditioning for? I am looking for a house keeper that I can fuck when the mood hits me. Not a live-in lover. I have done that already and have no intention of repeating that error.”

So, she considered this for a couple of moments while I patiently awaited her response. “How about this, I live here as your fuck mate, arrange things in your life like the rest of the girls and ladies that you are tupping, and oversee and aid in the household duties with a hired day worker maid. I will do all of the cooking also, except what you might want to do once in a while. I will subtract what it would cost for me to have rooming in another location from our agreed upon wages for me, and you can fuck or do anything else you can dream up with me as of-ten as you want. I will get the use of one of your hotel rooms on every Wednesday night. How does that sound?”

“I’ll draw up the contract tomorrow, I will include everything that is legal to include. I will be above board about this and pay your social security and such. You will file a tax return and show it to me each year. You can move into one of the spare bedrooms tomorrow and I will remodel the attic into a very nice apartment for you. You may have girlfriends visit you in this house, but you will not bring any men here. And you will ignore any of my playing with other females, and the location and purpose of any rooms that I do not give you the right to enter into. Is that all clear?”

“Clear as a bell, I will be back tomorrow morning with my trunk and two suitcases. Is that alright?”

“Fine.”

And with that she left my home to go where, I didn’t know.

Since I was wide awake after that sensual adventure, I spent some time cataloging the information that I had gained so far on the hidden rooms and then used the elevator and code to enter the room across from the ‘love nest.’ It turned out to be an office person’s wet dream. It was very spacious and had large flat screens on each wall showing that side of the building’s exterior view. That way right from this office he could monitor the entire outside of his home and who-ever was at the front porch, too. Also on the desk was another more modest screen with coded buttons to view just about every-where in the house, too. Women’s bathroom was excluded, though. Made sense to me.

Spread around the room was several individual computer terminals, with different identities, I would imagine. And a sizeable server. Also there was equipment for copying, printing, and bookbinding. Several large and locked file cabinets were present and on the top of one of them, was the famous journal of lover info that had been referred to. He scanned the inside of it and confirmed that those that he had already played with were included in its pages with appropriate info and analyses. Food for study at another time.

It was now ten at night and he was ready to repair to his bed and the newest DUNE saga offering about the Dune Messiah. But, again the buzzer went off, pretty late for a visit, he thought. But, when he thought of it, he accessed the front door with its dim light augmented and recognized the little red headed girl, whom she later found out was named Amber.

So, he took his time to move to the door to let her stew on whether she really wanted to come in to him or not. And when he opened the door, she was still there. She didn’t wait to be invited either, but rushed right in to take her place on my couch, the ‘conversation couch’ I was now designating it as.

I just sat down and waited her out, to see what she was going to say.

‘I guess I will have to start the conversation, huh?”

I nodded.

“Alright, I have been thinking about what you said earlier for all day. And I have decided to play along with your desires and the spirit of the room.”

“Really, you have decided to play with me, huh?” She nodded in return. “Well, young red haired pretty girl, it is late for me to be up and I have a busy day tomorrow. What are you offering me to cause me to want to stay up for you? And how are you covering your presence here?”

“My brother is a talented amateur ventriloquist and he is carrying on a conversation with me in our shared bedroom. I have some dirt on him for his cooperation. So he won’t let me down, and the conversation is not argumentative, so my parents are not about to start one by interfering with our business. I am free to stay as long as you want me tonight.”

“And do what?”

“Probably anything that you want to do, but hurt me.”

“Let’s go up to my bed then and see how things go without using the sex room tonight.”

So, I took her up the elevator, which she loved and gently escorted her into my room. She got the hint and removed and neatly stacked her clothing, then entered under the covers where I was already parked in a naked state, too.

She rolled over to be hugged by me and entered into some initial kissing to set the mood, she found herself advancing in intensity with no difficulty at all. And soon we were deep tonguing each other. Another thing on the list of things that she liked about this.

She then crawled under the covers to do a blow job on me as her girl-friends had described and which had been backed up by the pornos that she had viewed. She found that this too was not nearly as onerous as she thought that it might be, with the fact that the penis and precum didn’t taste bad at all, just a little salty. And when it grew in stature, she felt proud of her efforts to gain that. And she knew where it would be parked soon.

I then moved her to my belly and reversed her with us belly to belly, I began to work over her pussy region. This was having dramatic effects on her vaginal region very quickly, mostly because it was all new to her and felt so damn good. She had heard from her friends that all of this except the initial foray into her pussy would feel great, but even that pain would subside very rapidly.

She was a little nervous about the pain, but what she was experiencing so far was far too good to stop. So, she made a determined effort to open her legs afar as they would go to promote the deepest penetration by my tongue that was possible and was therefore rewarded with sensual feelings that threatened to steal her mind.

With her pussy sopping wet and her mind dimmed down, I indicated for her to move to her back, with her bottom elevated by a pillow. She was showing no little nervousness, and so I admonished her, “Red head, every female that be-comes a woman goes through this, it is just part of life, savor it, it only happens once in a lifetime.”

“Okay, Mr. Will.”

And then I brought my cock up to her opening and gradually probed into her, very gently as I went. It gave the opening and the walls of her vagina time to stretch without tearing as I slowly penetrated her. When I got to the hymen I looked up and asked if she was ready for this, and with a tear in her eyes, she nodded, so I pushed through and thankfully it was a very thin one, so there was very little pain, which she was very grateful for.

I then slowly worked my cock up to full penetration, and her virgin pussy swallowed it whole to my amazement. She of course knew no better as my cock seemed to be where it belonged to be. I rested on her as her body adjusted itself to my penetration of her. Then I began to thrust in and out, and she thought that she was going to lose the rest of her mind to the very intense and pleasant feelings that it was generating in her belly. She grabbed at my head and pulled it down for her desperate kisses in response to the body pleasing feelings from her pussy. Finally, I emptied into her and she simply relaxed into my arms as the wo-man she now was.

Her only words then were, “Will, thank you so much for teaching me this!!!”

“You are welcome pretty little lady, and may only men who are good to you ever enjoy this with you.”

“Amen to that,” she responded.

With that she leaned up and gently kissed me again and then dressed and returned to her home for the night.

The next morning, Gloria showed up early with her trunk and two suit cases, so he helped her up to the guest bedrooms for now on the third floor and showed her where the linens were stored. When she saw how spacious the bed-room was, she asked for a small desk and computer terminal for her to use to manage the affairs of the house. And Will saw no reason to deny her this.

It was early, so she came down and got them breakfast to start the day. He was going to be busy for the day with his investigations of the hidden rooms. He had already probably located all of them that were referred to for the present, but he still lacked entrances to some of them, though he was on track with the elevator accesses. So, he got on to the elevator and opened another of the panels by the codes on the push button plate in combination with the unassigned button and he opened the door between the office one and the sex play one. It turned out to be storage for records and other things that were no of immediate use. This was fine, since it prevented unnecessary clutter about the house of things that needed to be kept, but preferably out of sight.

He then moved up to the third floor to determine their purposes. He had already identified one of them as the taxidermy salon, but the others remained unaccessed. So, he played with the buttons and eventually found the right combination and accessed two others on this floor and found them, empty. They were not being utilized. However there were heavy duty rings mounted on one of the walls in each and he shuddered to think of what they might have been used for in the past. But, they might actually come into good use if Gloria got any crazier that she already was. That was enough room’s discovery for one day.

As I now sat in my ‘comfort’ chair across from the ‘conversation’ couch, I reviewed in my mind my discoveries so far. I was just going by, I think it was, Ramona’s or April’s suggestion as to the number of hidden rooms. It was a good approximation to start with anyway. So, evidently as far as I knew now, there was no hidden room associated with the attic, four with the third floor, four with the second floor, three with the first floor and two with the basement. Twelve in all. How-ever, I would think that with Uncle’s propensity for secrets, there may be others.

I decided to put the research for hidden rooms aside and dig into getting the attic ready for Gloria. Not that the bed-room she was in was bad, but the at-tic had about nine hundred square feet due to the cut ins by the roof line cutting through the floor to the third floor, and with producing upright walls, that would be cut down to about six hundred square feet of living space. This would still make a very nice apartment for Gloria, where she could practice her crazy all by herself. And …….the wall construction would produce more, what? More hidden spaces, of course.

That got me to thinking about the third floor and the cut-ins from the roof-line that would have produced more hidden space under the roofline there, too. Hummm, more research needed on this.

Well, it came to mind that it will be Saturday tomorrow and I have the option of spending the evening and night with Ashley in a room donated to her by myself at my little niche hotel. I think that I will call her and let her know that I will be accepting the option this week. No use letting her get too far from my interest. She is a very fun social date and the bed time is great, too.

As I was adding up the info that I had so far found out again, I added up the rooms that I had identified and realized that the number of them was now actually thirteen. ‘Oh darn, what else am I going to find?’ I asked myself.

CHAPTER 4:

I happened to be in a neighboring town to do some research on older mansions in their much larger library, when I noticed a van go by that I recognized. It was Arturo, an acquaintance from my youth who had built up a travelling X-ray business. He worked for doctors, hospitals, police, insurance companies and lawyers to do medical X-rays where the patients were when it was not practical to take them to the locations that normally administer them. He built up quite a clientele and was reasonably priced.

Since I had some serious issues on trying to access certain hidden rooms in my recently acquired family mansion, it occurred to me that he might be able to help. So, I called his number as displayed on the side of his truck and asked him to meet me for lunch. He pulled over and answered, then gladly accepted my offer, especially since I was going to cover the charge.

As we sat in a booth at the local DENNYS and awaited our meals, I laid out my challenge. He was very quiet and deeply contemplative for several minutes and then he offered, “Will, I will have to think this over some. My travelling van equipment wouldn’t help with this, since there has to be some kind of pickup for the images on the other side of the object that I scan. But, I have heard that there are some new techniques and equipment available to accomplish this without that necessity. I have wanted to look into that anyway, since it would allow me to expand my professional repertoire and widen my business activities. Let me get back to you on that.

I informed him of the necessity of being discreet over whatever method that we would use, since the reason for the secrecy in the first place was the very real concern about neighbors knowing that a person has a facility like this in place. When disaster strikes, there are those who would not bother to go and obtain needed supplies then, but would not feel guilty at all about coopting readily available supplies near home and not be shy about using whatever means necessary to obtain them.

So, Arturo said that it would be possible to sneak the equipment in late at night and have the job done before most people would even be up in the morning. Besides, he could have it shipped to me, also. Have it boxed up like some new furniture or something like that to divert suspicion. As soon as he could find out about the newer equipment he would contact me. He was really getting into the challenge.

I had little concern about Arturo knowing about this room, since he lived a hundred miles away and would not be local if some kind of disaster struck. Be-sides, he was a normally very discreet and fine fellow.

After finishing our lunches and picking up the tab and tip, I gave him one of my introductory cards and we parted for the time being. I then spent a few hours at the library and learned very little that was helpful. Evidently my mansion was very idiosyncratic in its development. I could find no other one that was described to be of its nature. Of course, others that might exist might also be closely guarded secrets, too. To protect the contents of their hidden rooms, also. So, having accomplished what I came for with very limited success, but having added the bonus of running into Arturo, I knew that I had to return home A.S.A.P, since Gloria’s mom was coming to visit. I didn’t anticipate any problems with the visit of a gray haired lady in her eighties, but am very defensive about my digs of any strangers entering it.

As I was driving back, I reran the details and status of my search through my mind. I still get confused about how many hidden rooms that I had found and the locations of them. And though I had the location for at least thirteen so far, the interiors and contents of several of them remained a mystery. It is possible that the more important the room, the harder it will be to access it. And Uncle was not beyond having a little fun with people. If what Ramona (?) says is true and I was a favorite of his, he might have made a special effort to require me to rise up to the challenge in some of their regards. The sex room and the office had not been hard to locate, even the girls that visit me had known the location of the sex room and the main office would be needed by me, so its access was obviously not intended to be a great challenge to me to find.

When I got home, Gloria was busy doing her thing in her bedroom office. She had really taken hold of the management of the mansion, and even the day worker maid thought that she was very pleasant to work with. The house was spotless, the larder full and everything was in order. She had restrained herself in inquiring about anything that she was not offered to know. This was in contrast to her exorbitant manner of often addressing her part in my intimate needs. In that she was world class crazy and absolutely uninhibited in her offerings to me. I was already hopeful that things would continue between us. She was draining off a lot of my desires for the junior teen members of my intimate retinue.

At about six o’clock in the evening, Irma showed up. And what a grand lady she turned out to be. She was tall, about 5’9”, slim, with gigantic breastworks, gorgeous silver white hair and a very mature and intelligent manner about her. She also seemed to have Gloria’s number, since Gloria was in a frazzled state just having her present. But, Gloria also showed her deep love for her mom in the way she acted, too. Evidently the two of them had been through an awful lot together, even more than the usual mother and daughter drama.

I left for my public office, the one upstairs to catch up on some of my research and other business matters and left the two ladies to reconnect in their family relationship. My upstairs office had a connection to my main office which office is hidden and so I could do a lot of my work without entering the hidden one.

One thing that I did was to begin to systematically catalog the locations, deions (as currently known,) entry methods and contents (also as so far determined) of each one. I then printed it out for me to carry in my pocket, hopefully to help defuse the regular confusion that I felt in trying to remember and access the prodigious amount of information in ‘real time’ as I went about my searches and inquiries.

As I was sitting there thinking of what to do next, I got a text message from Ramona, that she was coming to visit. I texted her back to proceed directly to the ‘sex room,’ and she replied, “Okay.” Then I accessed the room through the internal door from the elevator.

When she arrived, she immediately removed her clothing and after stacking it neatly, proceeded to the bureau and withdrew a black open-crotch teddy and then after donning it, she joined me on my lap as I sat in my ‘comfort chair.’ She then began her litany of minor offenses over the time since that I had seen her last. The most serious offense was her fucking the assistant manager of the drug store down the street for her having lifted some makeup. After getting his sexual bell rung, he even let her have the swag that she had coopted.

So, in response I informed her that this double offense surely required some absolution and punishment of and to her. She smiled sweetly, kissed me avidly and then proceeded over to the stocks, this time letting me secure her hands as well as her head. I then to make things a bit more interesting for her, did not this time ease her presence there with the foot stool under her knees, but had her uncomfortably leaned over into the stocks. She did whine a little about that.

But, when I unsnapped the crotch of her teddy, that was all forgotten. I nosed up to her hinny and with her sagging down her back, managed to whip her butt cheeks, upper legs and crotch to a nice rosy tone. This was accompanied by some whimpers and light screams of her offering. Exaggerated, in my estimation, but it was her fun, so I let that go.

After several minutes of this newly acquired fun by me, I then anointed her reddened areas with the thick lubricant located handily on the base of the stocks and she showed a brief temper as she awaited my further efforts. I got my trousers down, my dick up and into her pussy from behind. She was now very happy as she showed by her moans, whispers and shrieks. This all was spurring me on to my efforts to finish in to her. I had intended to move on to anal, but I couldn’t help it. With her physical responses to my thrusting, I emptied right up into her pussy vault, to her evident satisfaction. She then redressed, gave me a great big smooch and accepted her weekly gift to leave for the night.

When I returned to the sitting room, Irma was ensconced on the ‘conversation couch’ with a cup of hot tea in her hand in the process of cooling it for it to be able to be enjoyed. There was a matching cup at my right hand on the side table next to my chair. She looked over the rim of her cup and with a scrunched up forehead inquired of me, “Mr. Dorn, did you happen to hear some young wo-manly screams a little while ago. They seemed to come from the west side of the house?”

I looked up from my cup and remarked, “I don’t believe so, could it have been from one of the neighbor’s?”

She then after taking another sip, “No, I don’t think so. And there was this young thing coming around the side of the house when I peered out the window. I wondered what that was about.”

“Oh, that was probably the girl who does the lawn, inquiring about when she could mow it next. You see, I am sometimes about and around and don’t want her to mow it while I am not here for safety’s sake.”

With a very dim smile on her face, “That is very, very considerate of you, while she sees to other household needs of yours, I could imagine.” With that statement, I recognized the challenge that this very sharp lady would pose and so changed the subject, “Where is Gloria, per chance?”

Irma smiled at the deftness of my return of the indelicate conversational serve and answered, “She has retired for the night and I have decided to stay in one of your other spare bedrooms if that is acceptable.”

“But, of course.” I replied and excused myself to move to my sleeping chamber also. She acknowledged that as I rose and left her company.

I quickly fell asleep in my comfy bed and drifted into a deep sleep. Much later, I thought that I was feeling the presence of a woman with me. But, if it was so, she wasn’t pressing me for any intimacies, only laying still against my back, so I just ignored it and continued in my sleep until morning. When I awoke, I could detect an aroma of perfume much like………….Irma’s. I decided that I would take that under consideration as the day played out.

At about ten in the morning, after sharing in a breakfast prepared by Irma this time, I excused myself to some duties around the house and got off the elevator at the main office. When I opened the door, the silent message alarm was blinking that a message was waiting for my attention. When I accessed it, I found that it was from Arturo and he advised me that he would be arriving at about two in the morning, that night, if that was acceptable. I emailed and texted back to him my acceptance.

Since I had nothing planned for the day, that none of my little friends were coming by, and that I didn’t want to do my hidden room inventory with an outside audience, I decided to give my total attention to Irma. She seemed to be in no hurry to leave, and I certainly wasn’t going to mention that evident eventuality until she did, I just patiently awaited her in my ‘comfort’ chair across from the ‘conversation’ couch. And very soon after that she arrived in her daytime glory with two cups of tea and a full head of steam, prepared to share with me.

I smiled to her and she asked if I could give her a little background on my past. I related to her that I was just a very average person before unexpectantly receiving this mansion and all of its responsibilities. Since that had happened I had been very busy drawing up proper plans for it after years of remodels, so that I could properly maintain and possibly include future technological advances into its existence as several generations of my family had done. I felt that the first active project was going to be incorporating a recycling center into the kitchen, and I was studying that room to see where the best place would be to do so .

She showed an advanced perspective of me with that. “Very commend-able, Mr. Dorn. It is a pleasure to meet another person who feels that at least some minimum efforts must be made to mitigate our presence on this beautiful planet.”

“Thank you for that thought, Mrs. Hudson, I am always surprised at people who won’t even try to do this to some minimal standard. Because so much of it is really simple.”

“So, True!”

“How about some background info on you and Gloria, just to give me a sense of what she has come from?”

Just then, Gloria passed by and looked at us both and said, “Will meet Irma. Irma meet Will. And be careful each of you in what you say about me.” With that she moved on to whatever chore she was up to at that time.

“Alright Will,” said with a smile. “Here goes…..”

“Our family was very ordinary with me and my first husband, Gunther Feld-stein, enjoying our three boys. But at a late mating age, we got the pleasant surprise of a beautiful baby girl. And she was just a regular girl until she reached the age of twelve and then for some reason her personality split off, with one stalled at twelve and the other proceeding ahead with a normal development. The stalled one adopted the name, Ria, and the progressing one named herself Glori; both derived from her real name Gloria.

We tried every medical avenue that we could identify, including psychiatrists, psychologists and identity disorder specialists. None of them could get to the bottom of the cause, much less bring on a cure. So, we decided to look be-yond the normal mental treatments to find some relief for her. And we found accidently a quack professed mentalist in Germany that recommended a very controversial treatment involving incest activities. My husband and I were understandably horrified by this, but were also very desperate to do something for our dear daughter. So we (with her actual age at eighteen) tried the best that we could and enlisted a sympathetic cab driver, Brad, to help.

This seemed to mitigate the worst aspects of this disorder, but did not even closely approach becoming a cure. Gunther and I studied some more and we in-dependently came to the conclusion that the best hope for a cure was for her to become pregnant and have a baby. Hopefully, the hormonal activities of pregnancy would overcome the evident hysteria caused by the beginning of her menses. And it worked out so, to a very considerable degree. However with the melding of her two personalities into one taking on the new name Glorene, Brad to his deep agony was left behind. Her new personality didn’t even recognize him.

I lost Gunther about this time due to the stresses of us trying to deal with Gloria’s condition, and soon after a previous romance of Gloria with Steve had became reinitiated. And then they soon after that married. It was to all appearances a very happy marriage. But, over the years once in a while Ria would briefly reappear and in that mode she would be again be drawn to Brad, who was now married to me. I had tried to help him over the heartache of losing Gloria and we had fallen in love in the process. While Steve was on duty in the military over-seas, on one of these occasions, she forgot her birth control and she became pregnant with a boy, her first after three girls. Steve in the excitement of getting a son, put aside his resentful feelings and the couple renewed their marriage vows and seemed happy until lately.

His son is just finishing college far away and will not be coming back home to live. In his work, Steve is around a lot of young women and several of them have pierced through his marital defensive armor, leading to the ‘in process’ divorce action. Eventually Gloria will get her share, but she tells me that she is very happy here for the time being and maybe beyond the time of the fair division of the marital assets.

I think that brings you up to date on things that might affect you about Gloria and me.”

“Thank you for that detailed explanation, I think that it will help me to handle the situation with her. And as far as her duties, she is doing very well with them. And as far as I am concerned, she can stay here with me as long as she wants. As long as things stay workable between us. As you must know she is a formidable lover, which I have already experienced. But, she is also a bit ‘wonky’ at times, and I work very hard to not laugh at that. She has a sense of her condition as she goes along and seems to be very appreciative of my considerations towards her at those times. And they even now seem to very much be mitigated by the wildest sex imaginable.”

“Yes, that is the pattern, for sure. I suggest that you just ride with it, be-cause the extraordinary sexual practices don’t hurt her at all and in fact seem to calm her down for periods of time. So, just ride with it and enjoy, I recommend.”

“Thank you for your understanding on that. By the way, could there be another member of your family that might need some accommodation due to loneliness issues?”

With that inquiry, I got a pretty little blushing by the fine lady before me. And she very shyly answered, “We shall see about that.” And that concluded that discussion as she moved on to other interests of hers in her bedroom.

At this point in the day, I decided to take a little nap to rest up for the hijinks with Arturo later in the night. While I was lightly dozed off, I again felt the presence of a lady cuddled up tightly behind me, naked and reaching around to hold me tight. Nothing else, and it felt wonderfully comforting to me and I slept a lot longer than planned in a pleasant mental state. Women have for generations been serving up that loving service to their appreciative men.

CHAPTER 5:

I was awakened in the later afternoon to be ready for Arturo’s arrival. In the meantime a very large crate had been delivered to my front door and accepted by Gloria in her authority as my household business manager. It was moved to near the elevator and was ready for Arturo and me to wrestle it into that facility for a quick trip down to the basement.

Gloria fixed dinner for the three of us, including Irma and it was my favorite version of lasagna. The kind with large flat pasta, layered with cheese and tomato sauces between the layers and then topped off with a layer of pulled pork ribs covered with a parmesan sauce and then baked until the upper surface was crispy. She served red wine for the ladies and a fine root beer, Thomas Kemper for me. While the casserole was finishing baking we enjoyed a chef’s salad with shrimp mixed in and ranch dressing for the ladies and thousand island for me. Adding in the garlic rolls that Irma had produced, it was a dinner fit for a king, and his two queens, too.

We then settled down on the conversation couch which was actually made for two, but now accommodated the three of us with them on each side of me. We watched the evening news on NBC, since we all like Lester Holt very much as an announcer and host. Gloria had coopted my comfort chair to hold two baskets of clothes from the dryer to facilitate this. I saw no reason to avoid the obvious intention of this exercise and settled back with them in my arms to enjoy the evening.

After struggling to find enough real entertainment during the evening broadcasts, the ladies abandoned me to return to their respective bedrooms to enjoy each their selected books to read. Also to give Arturo and I a clear hand to do our assigned job that evening, sensing that it was very private and not for them to intrude on. They were very gracious about this.

I was mostly awake in my comfort chair when Arturo came to my front door after he texted me on his cell phone to avoid disturbing the quiet of the neighborhood by ringing my door bell. I opened the door with the inside light off and he entered and was off with his jacket in just moments. We then wasted no time in getting the crate on to the elevator and then down to the basement. He asked me to clean the surface that we were going to peer through of any dirt or loose material for the process that would be followed. While I did this, he got the equipment out and after certifying that all of it was present, he accessed the instruction manual and began the process of preparation with my avid help.

I was impressed that he was one of the few men that actually used an instructional manual to do something complicated before he had ruined some part of the apparatus in the heat of male ego. He even had specs on that he didn’t normally use to make sure that he got all of the fine print notifications, too.

So, he now instructed me to attach a web type flat sheet to the face of the wall, with double stick tape. And with that in place, he used the extension cord to plug it into the provided socket. And then covered the connection with some kind of insulating gel.

With that in place, he then mounted a tall and wide double pane window structure with an opening of about one inch between the panes up on two bases to hold it in position right up to the mat that I had mounted over the area. Next, he mounted some kind of apparatus that looked all the world like an electric fan motor to the outside center of the double panes. And with that in place, he used the hose that I had hooked up to fill the space between the window panes right up to the top. And then corked it shut when it had all the air bled out of it for good measure.

Then he explained what this was all about. The fan like motor would produce defused vibrations into the water which would be deflected to the wall. The very slight vibrations would either bounce off of the wall or in some cases penetrate the wall and reflect back to the netting. The disk that he had installed into his lap top would pick up the signals selected for it, ignoring the ones from the wall and interpret them to produce a three dimensional representation of what was be-hind the wall. It sounded simple, but the programming to accomplish this was truly genius in action.

When the picture that would be saved on to the lap top in high definition, came up, we saw what very much looked like a giant safe’s heavy steel door. And it made perfect sense. If this emergency facility had to be used, it had to be proof against any rogue neighbors as well as the disasters that propelled them into it.

So, with that mystery well on the way to be solved, I decided to have him repeat the process on the presumed location of the other known door in the basement and when completed, it indicated a tunnel instead of a door. And it went back far enough that it wasn’t clear what it led to.

With this success accomplished in under two hours, I helped him to recrate the equipment and load it into his Suburban S.U.V. to drive off into the night with a generous check from me to cover the equipment rental and his fees. I then took the CD that he had provided me with all of the pics that he had produced over several different readings to get a better idea of what lay beyond.

I was so excited about this success that I had a very difficult time getting into a deep sleep, and so when my mystery lady joined me, I instantly awoke and took her into my arms. It was Irma, of course. And she welcomed me into her arms to please her and me. I had no idea that an eighty plus year old lady could be this much fun. She needed help from a very good lubricant, but other than that she was more than up to anything that I desired. One thing that she provided that I rarely got from any other woman, was active nursing on her with a flow of milk.

I would have thought that a woman of her age would be beyond providing this refreshing beverage, but in her case not so. This was probably because she had for many years nursed her men and also pumped milk for the local hospital to feed newborn babies. Both Gunther and Brad had been exceptionally close to and loving of her because of her dedication to providing this service to them. And who knows, they might have been healthier because of it. All I know is with the first squirts of milk from her gargantuan breasts, my cock got up hard as a rock.

I was very gentle with her to protect her aged frame, but she was extremely healthy for her age and remarked to me, “Will put a bit more energy into your loving me up, I am strong and used to being pleasured by my men. You won’t break me.”

No chance of that, since I would up the amperage, but never take the chance of actually hurting her, even during the anal that she insisted on to please me. Her body though aged was very fine anyway. And the dim light tends to erase from view any of the wrinkles that she had well-earned in a life richly blessed with giving and receiving love and pleasures. In this case giving me a spectacular B.J. and the best anal that I had ever experienced. When I came up into her colon and she responded with a reflective climax, we simply melted into each other’s body to sleep the rest of the night away.

In the morning, while we had breakfast together, she was regal as always and a bit intrusive into my mind and affairs as any mother-in-law would be. In other words she was wonderful. And Gloria looked up at me from behind her morning cup of coffee and smiled at me in approval of what she knew had happened the night before. As part of the morning repartee, Irma mentioned that she probably should soon plan on leaving for her home that was being cared for well by one of her live-in grandchildren. I begged to pardon and informed her that she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted and to return as often as she desired. That we had many more ‘wordy’ sword fights to enjoy. This got a giant smile from her.

I then spent a couple of hours going over the pictures that I had produced on my mainframe computer in my main office and considered what to do about the information that I had received from them. I didn’t want to disturb the wall in front of the hideaway bomb shelter, but I would like to access it from another direction, if possible. I began to think that there might be a backdoor to it from the tunnel that we had also found and so began to figure out how to access it without giving its location away, either.

So, I asked Gloria and Irma to go down to the basement and help me with a project. So, they were very happy to serve me in this way. And when I mentioned that I was thinking about mounting a book shelf in front of where I knew the tunnel entry to be (with the purpose of having a secret access behind it) and making the room to be a library and reading room for the hot days of summer, they said that they would be glad to draw up a detailed deion and plan of how to totally bring this space up to date for that purpose.

When it was done, they were so proud of it, and I then asked Arturo to recommend a discrete builder from his city to again spread the risk of disclosure to another city a hundred miles away. And his brother-in-law was very happy to bid on it. When Gloria’s and Irma’s team effort on planning was shared with him, he said that a planner that he knew would make quick work of producing working plans that would be examined by an architect that he regularly worked with to save me some money and also to benefit by the planner’s active imagination.

Manny, the builder, brought the plans for me to okay within two weeks and looked the area over. He took some notes and said that he would be in before the end of the month and in three days would have it done with only my and the ladies’ help. This would further contain the knowledge of what was about in the home. The ladies would however be actively welcomed into the work only after the moveable bookcase was installed. They would probably guess what that was about, but without direct knowledge of it, would even more likely just forget about it and never mention it to anyone.

In the meantime, the next time that Irma joined with me in bed at night, Gloria joined us, too. They seemed really excited to share me and mentioned that they had done this many times in the past with the main two men of their lives, Gunther and Brad, but never with Steve, who was very forgiving of her deflections until the last, but quite straitlaced about intimate things. He would have never shared in anal, which both of the women doted on, if Gloria hadn’t bribed him to share in it, but afterwards, she never had to beg him again, he became a total convert to it.

This night one of them cradled up to him on one side and the other on the other side, with very active hands working over his body. He sailed into sensory overload almost immediately and just then let himself hold back and follow the ladies’ leads.

They rotated in very active kissing of him, with lips and tongues in deep play, while alternating on each of him playing with his sensory sites, like his nipples, belly, groin area including his cock and his anal area. After not a lot of minutes, his pre cum was profusely in evidence and his body was reddened from the sensations that they were producing.

With that, Irma piled up several pillows and leaned over his face to feed one of her large nipples to him for him to nurse on. At the same time, Gloria mounted her mouth on to his cock and began a vibrant sucking of it. He was totally gone by now and was just on automatic in his nursing, perhaps a latent memory from his childhood. But, he was very aware of the flow of the sweet and warm great tasting liquid into his mouth and down his throat. Her supply wasn’t as endless as in the past, so she soon moved him over to her other teat and he worked to empty this one, too. Concurrent with that, Gloria installed her leaking pussy onto his stiffly uprisen cock and rode him like a tavern bull to her climax. When Irma was empty on her second teat too, she tipped Gloria over and installed her own ass onto his still upright cock and also did the tavern ride to her climax, too.

After that the two women installed themselves over his body, Irma on to his mouth with her pussy and Gloria on his cock with her ass and rode him very gently and lovingly to his monumental ejaculation up into Gloria. After that the two ladies cuddled up to help resuscitate the completely spent Will and to then sleep the night away in a three way loving restful embrace.

CHAPTER 6:

I got the word that Manny, the builder brother-in-law of Arturo would come that weekend to do the job after the plans had been prepared and approved in record time. He would be staying in the house for the weekend to not bring undue attention to himself and his part in the project. He would have his tools shipped to me in an unmarked crate, just like Arturo did with his specialized equipment and he gave me a materials list to procure and have delivered. Probably no one would think a thing about that if it looked like a remodel project with me as the builder.

So, I sent him a confirmation and told Gloria to prepare for a weekend worker-guest. She said that she would get right on that. And I ordered the materials to be delivered by Thursday to allow for unexpected delays and sure enough they got them there on Friday, with no apology at all.

In the meantime, Gloria and Irma decided to have mercy on me and took my back-up Chevy Malibu on a shopping trip to the next bigger city and let me know that they would be staying there overnight. They smiled as they wished me a productive Wednesday night, knowing that I would signal the three teens that the coast was clear and to each pick among several times that they could arrive to play.

The first was Ramona, and she had a very lengthy report to make on herself. Because of its length and inclusiveness, I felt that the stocks were much too tame for her and so I instructed her to prepare for the swing. She had been begging for this for some time. So, she naked, let herself become installed in this apparatus hanging from the big hook up in the ceiling. I hoped that the anchor was very strong, because we were definitely going to test its strength.

So with her installed in the ropes and openings, I proceeded to first tickle the dickens of her, which resulted in her peeing all over the floor. But, before she could complain, I paddled her behind for her lack of self-control. As she was about to rankle at that, I stuffed her mouth full of my dick and ordered her to suck it into its maximum length so that I could first ram it up her pussy and then thrust it up her ass. She started to cry over this (but I saw the smile that she tried to hide) so I wasn’t buying it. I then rotated her on the swing and placed her behind in the proper position to access her pussy. I forced her legs apart, not that I had to struggle with that very much. And when her pussy came within my care, I gently, very gently pretended to force myself up into her and she pretended to be suffering from it. Then with her in faux tears, I again gently forced my dick right up and into her ass hole. With this she cried out and simply melted into a fevered mass as I proceeded to answer a dozen of her unanswered prayers. With my emptying into her, she signaled me to let her down and she first went and got the mop to take care of her pee and then moved over to the comfort chair to engage me in magnum kissing and hugging.

After a two hour nap and a bath, Alice showed up and did her best imitation of a dog. Again with her clothes off, since dogs are rarely required to wear them, she nosed around the room with herself on her knees and then leaped into my lap to get her deserved (according to her canine expectations) ruffling of her neck and patting of her back.

After that she jumped back down onto the carpet and moved again over to the bureau and this time picked out a butt plug and tail appropriate for a little doggie bitch. One that would raise to allow access to her fucking zone.

With that she moved to the center of the room and circled and yipped at me. After a couple of circuits, I got it. She wanted puppies and wanted me to give them to her. And she didn’t care if anyone saw us in flagrant action. So, she raised her rump up, reached back to move her tail away and looked and whimpered at me. I dumped my trousers and shorts and moved behind her. She wasn’t taking any preliminaries, she just wanted me to plunge in and unload my puppy making cum to start the puppies off to eventually be dumped from her safe and comfortable body out into the cold and cruel world. So, with me taking over the holding up her tail, so that she could concentrate on achieving her proper position, and enjoy the feelings to come, I plowed right into her thankfully sopping vagina and very quickly provided my ‘dog’ cum to her. She then moved off to shake her body and clean up a little, but before I could sit down again, she whined at me again to repeat the process, so I did, but this time I missed the target and so plowed up into her ass, instead. But, I still emptied into the area that I was in, the cum that she had requested with her whimpers.

As she dressed, she reminded me that doggie bitches don’t ask for pay, either. I said what about their masters, and she remarked that I was her master. So, I wouldn’t be expected to pay myself. She also mentioned that she would have a surprise for me next time. And that several of the neighborhood teen sluts were chaffing to have their goes with me. So, that I better get my life into order so that they can get their due, too. I told her that I would take that under advisement.

I got another shower and nap and at midnight, Amber the little read headed girl showed up. She insisted that we move to my bedroom, though for what she had in mind. So, I seeing no serious issue in this blindfolded her and then took her behind the wall hanging and thru the elevator to my own bedroom. When we got there, she didn’t immediately remove her clothing, so I inquired what was up.

“I thought that we could do something a little different tonight, if you were interested. I have been doing some research on this kind of play and have learned that it can become stale, unless it is diversified once in a while. So, to initiate some diversity between us, I decided that I would like to share in a Role Play with you. What do you think about that?”

“In general I like the idea, but to make it work it has to be approached and entertained like a serious drama. If it isn’t wholeheartedly entered into it can just fall very flat and be a very large disappointment. I have shared in several and when done right, they are a hoot. One question, though, do you have any acting experience? I myself have done some community theater in the past.”

“Yes, I do have a number of amateur credits to my account and have played the lead the last couple of times.”

“Like……….?”

“I played the female lead in THE TRAGEDY OF CARMEN, a slightly expurgated high school version that was still very edgy.”

“I see, that is a lot for anyone to bite off. What Role Play do you want to do with me.”

“Nothing official this time, but what I want to do is act as your wife for the rest of the night, with wifely sex involved. Do you think that you could do that with a teen aged girl?”

“Well, let’s give it a try and find out.”

So, she took on an amazing interpretation of an adult wife and addressed me, “Honey, we need to talk about something serious in our relationship. Some-thing is holding us back from achieving the status that we should have reached to now.”

“Well, Amber, what status is that you are referring to?”

“Parents!”

You mean that you want to have children now? I thought that we were going to delay that so that we could have a few years together before we took on the formidable challenge of raising children.”

“Honey, it has been five years that we have been together and I am not getting any younger, most doctors recommend that the first child be born by a woman’s twenty-sixth birthday. And I am now twenty-eight.”

“My dear, where has the time gone? I didn’t realize that it has been that long. Are you sure that you want to do this? When started, we have to ride the whirlwind to the finish. There will be no acceptable escape from its responsibilities.”

“Yes, I know. And a lot of the fun that we have enjoyed will be curtailed by this. And even the sex will take on a more serious tone to accomplish our goal of how many children do you think, Honey?”

“Usually a good number is three, so that none of them gets the upper hand with the others, it can always be two against the one, if the one tries to get out of hand.”

“Okay, that is a good goal. I just hope that we don’t get them in one batch.”

“That would be very special kind of fun, but a very substantial one, for sure.”

So, she further inquired, “When will you be ready to start the baby motor going?”

I responded, “Why not tonight?”

“Okay, we can start the unofficial effort, but proper baby making usually requires some advance planning. It is said that the most intelligent and healthy babies are conceived when the parents are totally turned on with each other at the time of conception, so it would be good to plan for that kind of an evening together.”

“Why don’t we rehearse tonight?”

“I am willing, my love.”

And so I took her into my arms and hugged her while caressing her back and butt cheeks. She responded by presenting her lips for my kissing while cares-sing my shoulder blades.

After obviously greatly enjoying this, I backed off and began to undo her blouse to get to two of my favorite objects of worship, her titties. She relaxed and allowed my entry into her blouse and while I was busy, she was reaching down to my belt. When I got the blouse open I leaned down to rub my lips over them and progressed quickly to full scale suckling on their nipples. With this her pussy began to become active in heating up and producing the cum that would allow me to penetrate to her sexual soul. And she was busy working my cock out so that she could energize it for its critical gift for that purpose.

When she got it out free, she disengaged me from her nipples and got on to her knees and took me right into her mouth. She slavered it up with a lot of spittle and then worked it around her mouth, briefly letting it penetrate to her throat, and then trying to suck the skin right off of it. Gently, of course!

I was totally worked up by now and reached down to lift her up to the bed and didn’t bother to undress her or myself, but simply lifted her skirt and pushed the gusset of her panties aside for me to satisfy my cock’s determined mandate, the penetration and flooding of her vaginal vault.

She wanted this as much as I did and so, widened out her legs as far as she could with her clothes still on and helped to install his baby initiating organ into its proper orifice for the job. With its entry, her pussy started to pulse with an energy of its own and her body overrode any hesitancy that she still felt and moved her arms and hands to engage with my butt and pulled me up to her pussy to fully enter it up to the internal baby gate, the cervix.

To get the best results, she moaned and lightly screamed as she repeatedly pulled and let go of my butt to guide her determined desire for my DNA gift to her future. It was now all about her body getting its reproductive mandate fulfilled. It would be good enough to later reinforce her deeply felt love for me.

She was now humping up to me with his plunging down to accentuate the seeding process and he soon afterwards dumped a full load into her vault to her deeply felt satisfaction. But, she didn’t leave me off at this, but worked to reinitiate me for further planting and accomplished that very quickly, which was followed by me reseeding her fertile zone to her final agreed upon feelings.

I then fell aside from her and held this woman who would be the mother of my children very tenderly.

“How did I do, she asked of me?”

“Well, if you aren’t on birth control, we probably made the triplets we were teasing each other about.”

“No problem, things will work out. But, now I have to return home for some post fucking attentions. See you next time.”

Will got a very cold feeling down his back over those last statements.

The next afternoon Gloria and her mom, Irma arrived back to my mansion. And I was beginning to want it to become their mansion with me.

They smiled as they entered carrying so many bags that I wondered how they got them into the Malibu and still had room for themselves. But, they did and seemed very happy with their mutual trip.

“How did things go on your solo night, Will?” asked Gloria.

“Get a lot of work done, lover?” asked Irma.

Then they repaired to their respective bedrooms to deal with the bags of purchases.

About a half an hour later I heard the elevator coming down and didn’t think a thing of it until two visions of gorgeousness appeared together and entered the front sitting room. Through very smarmy smiles they told me how much they had missed me last night and asked as to whether I had missed them.

I looked up from the paper that I was reading and looking them in the eyes, asserted that I had very much missed them. Especially the parts of them that they were highlighting for me right now.

And they took up the bait and said as they openly revealed themselves, “Do you mean these parts?”

With that they opened up their very sexy outfits to center my attentions on them and took me upstairs to fuck the devil out of me, the devil that I had portrayed with three ‘innocent’ girls as these two hoydens asserted to me. But, they had the cure for that and it involved, cock sucking, breast feeding, pussy on cock caressing and repeated emptying of my sexual vital forces. They did their best on me that night and their best was more than welcome to me.

CHAPTER 7:

That Friday night Manny showed up and took stock of the tools that he had sent and the materials that I had delivered and declared the project ready to proceed. He was going to work all night on the tunnel covering book case, so that the tunnel would be covered when the ladies were invited down to help with the rest of the work. And it would have to be a group participation activity to finish it in three days. He would be leaving Monday evening.

He told me that he wouldn’t really need me till early in the morning, so to set my clock for 6 am and join him down in the basement then. So, I gathered up my favorite girls in my arms and guided them to my bed to spend the night with me. I didn’t plan on any active fun, since I would need all of my energy to help Manny over the weekend, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t accept some com-fort from them, like a tittie dinner with Irma in the starring role. And she played her part very well. I was full of her milk when I fell asleep between their two somewhat disappointed bodies.

When I awoke at 6 in the morning, I threw on some work clothes and after a donut and a cup of coffee to fuel me up, I joined Manny in action in the basement. He had the hole in the wall opened and a roundish door installed in the opening. And the bookcase to hide it was lying face down on the floor receiving its casters for mobility and ready to have installed the opening switch under the veneer on the opening side. He showed me the hole where it would be installed from the back side to leave no telltale bump where it would be. And it was not in the usually obvious place either. But, I now knew where it would be.

By this time, Gloria and Irma would be up and active in getting breakfast ready, so he asked me to help raise the book-case to move it into position to be hooked up to the hinges that would anchor it and then move it into place so that the hole was covered over. Then we would be ready to go up and have breakfast, before the girls got impatient and threw it out.

He had an ingenious way to start the heavy assembly on its way up. It was as an eight foot tall tripod that looked a lot like a Wilt Chamberlain car jack. It had a pulley system and clamps to attach to the sides of the bookcase with laths to prevent any scarring of the surfaces. When the assembly got about six feet off of the floor on the outside side, he and I took over tilting it the final degrees to have it on its casters in the right location. Out came the power screw driver and it was installed in just minutes. We, meaning he, would finish the locking mechanism when we came down from eating breakfast and by the time they had things ship-shape upstairs, he could put them and I to work getting the rest of the work done down stairs. It would take the three days, but the worst of it was already done.

After breakfast he got the closing mechanism installed and the bookcase closed on the newly installed door in the newly opened tunnel in the wall. And then the fun began. The girls joined us shortly after that. They both turned out to be very handy with a power saw and a hammer.

On Saturday evening, he asserted that the project was at the stage that we could get some very much needed sleep that night. He was directed to Gloria’s bedroom, which he very quickly recognized what the purpose of that was. Manny was a recently divorced man, who was still hurting from the divorce from his life’s ‘soul mate.” Nothing had been amiss between them, it was just that he was so very busy in his profession that he had little time for her. And they had had no children to fill in her family time, either.

He was very surprised to be directed to Gloria’s bed, be-cause he knew that there were other bedrooms still available for his use. But, unknown to him, Irma would be taking care of Will that night, so Gloria needed someone and Manny was elected. He approached the bed very tentatively since he was not sure of what to expect, but after he was under the covers, Gloria came in to the room from the bathroom dressed in a mid-teenager’s very tight bikini. Her breasts were over filling the cups and her pussy was spilling out all over from the bikini bottoms. Manny was very stunned by this sexy visage and also very intrigued by it.

Unknown to him, she had fallen back into her Ria person-age and was then realistically acting in accord with her manner of dress. “Oh, there you are you big handsome man. I was hoping that you would entertain me tonight. It has been so long since I have had a real man to play with (actually one night!!!) and you look so cute there holding the covers up over your manly body.”

At that she moved to pull the covers down and noticing that he had his T-shirt and boxers still on, moved to take them off, asking him to cooperate with her efforts. He did so in a mesmerized state of mind. Sort of like a snake charmed by the flute. And his own snake was taking notice also. She then climbed up on to the bed and asked him to help her off with her bathing suit. She asserted that it would hinder their play time, you know. He had no trouble at all in following this intimate order from her.

When that was complete, she ducked down and gave him a very mushy kiss, with her lips spread all over his mouth and face as a reward for his attentions. His hands went up immediately to her hanging down breasts, cupping them and caressing them to her delight. He could feel that they were still firm to the touch, despite her actual age of mid-forties. She was so in to her Ria character, that she in every sense of the word, seemed to be about fifteen years old now.

With a very bright smile, she then leaned down to put her pussy up to Manny’s mouth and her mouth to Manny’s cock. Manny was about to explode at this, but she lightly bit his cock and it relaxed a bit, to delay until the proper time to fill her up. He was viewing the grandeur of her open pussy before him. It was opened like a newly opened flower with the petals radiating from her secret open pas-sage of womanhood. He couldn’t help himself, and so decided to taste the nectar that was now dripping from it. It tasted like the sweetest nectar that had ever come from one of Earth’s flowers.

During this she was busy giving his cock the little girl blow job. Slightly coy and shy, but with prodigious amounts of saliva and determined licking, kissing and sucking actions. But, each time that she could feel it about to explode, she would nip it to keep it stalled.

She finally rotated to have their heads and bottoms together and told Manny in her little girl voice, “My dearest Manny, I would like to have you in my pussy, but I am still a virgin (not so, of course) and want to remain so until my wedding night. But, to take care of you, I am going to move over on to my stomach and let you take my ass.”

So, she pulled two of the pillows to be stacked up under her belly and arched her back to present her anus to his view and probing. He began to kiss and tongue it to relax it along with light spankings of her ass cheeks. He then grabbed the bottle of thick lube from off of the bed and anointed her ass hole and his cock with it. After giving her some more asshole head and careful probing with his index finger, he rose up and proceeded to try to enter this little vixen’s hinny. It turned out to be very easily done, and after probing into her with withdrawals, he holding on to her ass cheeks let go with the long delayed release up in to her ass to her evident delight. Her colon was now filled with his baby seed.

He then rolled over to get his breath back and she rolled over to hug him to his comfort and joy. She then whispered into his ear, “Heck with it, I am going to climb up on you and take my virginity with your cock. And with a very wild look in her eyes, she rose up to install his cock into her pussy, even before he had regained his strength. This was evidently part of her plan so that she could manage this part of the fucking to her demands.

So, she planted herself on to his dick and played the scene as if her losing her hymen to him. She had even managed to hide some raspberry jam up into her pussy to simulate virginal blood and it came out while she was fucking him, like she was being deflowered. She then rose up to let loose this cum and jam mixture right down into his mouth and with his lips avidly licking her inflamed pussy flower, she climaxed into a grand emptying of her belly and soul. Then she slumped down on to his body and they slept the night away with his dick tucked up in between her pussy lips.

When he came down the next morning, he had as big a smile on his face as any man ever has.

On Monday about noon, the job was done and they took a few moments to examine what had been accomplished. There were bookcases on the surrounding walls, except in one corner where there was a computer node for research and a large decorative mural over where the bomb shelter was located. There were several very comfortable chairs, and a drink and snack bar near the center of the room, sort of like a breakfast bar in a kitchen, which had a refrigerator installed underneath along with a microwave oven and room to store a number of ready to serve goodies and drinks with the small plates and glassware to facilitate that.

Many commonly read books were already mounted on the bookcases and they would be sorted out by type, like mystery, science fiction and the such. There would be no porno allowed in this room and as a person entered it from the elevator they would meet a sign that said in plain English: [This is a room for study, light reading and snacking, nothing else!]

It had turned out to be a very welcome and representative addition to the ambiance of the mansion that he was falling in love with, along with its inhabitants.

Manny was so proud of this job that he had done, but knew that because of the security involved in its construction that he should not take any pictures of it. He would just have to describe it to those interested at least a hundred miles from its location and to those who were unlikely to ever come to this town.

As I gave him his check, he stopped and gave Gloria a great big kiss to my and Irma’s applause and then left knowing that I would ship his tools back to his working center. He waved back at us as he left through the back door to travel down the alley to his vehicle parked in a sympathetic neighbor’s place with an extra parking space. A couple of days after the basement was finished, the girls decided to go grocery shopping, so it gave me a chance to examine the tunnel that we had located.

The bookcase worked like a dream, like most mechanisms do when they are new and I then opened the locked door to the tunnel with a key hung on the back of the bookcase. When I entered it, it was as dark as Manny had described, so I made a note to install some battery operated dim lights to guide the way down the corridor and I noticed that the floor was packed dirt, so that would have to be upgraded, also. These two jobs could be easily taken care of by myself. The corridor turned out to be about a hundred and forty feet in length and straight as an arrow. The vaulted ceiling was braced up with iron domed braces covered with galvanized corrugated panels. And since there was little moisture down here, they would probably remain serviceable for many more years to come. And one hundred feet in, there was the back door to the bomb shelter as I expected it to be. It was a very sturdy door, but not as impressive as the front one. But, any-one that got this far would be very much hindered in trying to undermine its security status by its remoteness and the small amount of space to work in.

I then moved to the far end still using my military flashlight the kind that lights up half of the globe when turned on. When I got to the end there was a very sturdy ladder up to the ceiling with a trap door at the top. The steps were nonslip in nature. Boy, these guys thought of just about everything.

When I got to the top of the ladder and moved through the trap door, I found myself evidently in the tool shed under the work bench that had a mysteriously empty nature inside of the bottom doors. They didn’t give to my touch, so I moved to the end and the panel there did open easily. Good thing, too, because it would have been a very uncomfortable, but still doable backwards return crawl back to the ladder.

When I exited the panel door, I turned and tried to access back in, but it was evidently only intended to be an emergency exit for the tunnel, basement and bomb shelter. I did notice though as I stood up I was directly looking at the tool peg board. Since very little around this place is located accidentally, I moved up to it and found the trip wire underneath and it tipped out with the tools miraculously staying attached and behind it was revealed a sizeable and well equipped armory. Lots of varied firepower and plenty of ammunition to go with it. With my day’s curiosity satisfied, I closed it up and left the shed to find Ramona standing by the side of the house looking at the sex room exterior door.

I hailed her as I crossed the lawn and she informed me that she was here to do the mowing. As I looked around I could see that it needed it and so I said, “Go to it, pretty lady.” And she did. I then went back into the house to secure the hiding bookcase for the present.

After my latest discovery and the makeover of the basement, I sat down in my comfort chair and began to decide where I wanted my life to go. I found that my heart was becoming very much entangled with Gloria and Irma. Not that I wanted to trap them to myself and dominate their lives, but that I wanted them to center their lives around me and the house with plenty of freedom for them to pursue any other interests that they might entertain. So, I decided that I would talk about this with them A.S.A.P.

That evening I invited them to join me with them together on the conversation couch and me in my comfort chair (living room version.) They were understandably curious as to what this could be about and for Gloria there was some fear as to what this could mean for her. But I immediately calmed down their fears right away by stating that this was not going to be to their harm in any way.

I opened up by telling them how much I was enjoying their presence in my home. I was certain that I would continue as a bachelor, but having such entertaining and interesting residents sharing my abode had become of high interest to me. So, I was officially inviting both of them to continue in the house and that if Irma wanted to center at least part of her life with us, that I would remodel part of the house for a privacy center for her, just as I was planning on doing for Gloria.

With that the mother and daughter turned and looked at each other and broke out laughing. It was my turn to get a wrong impression and I began to think that they thought very ill of me. But Gloria interrupted my budding catastrophic mood plunge by saying, “Will, Mom and I are not making fun of you. Not at all. It is just that we had a very long discussion on this very topic on the last two times that she and I have been alone for extended times. We have compared notes on how we feel about you and are completely at awe on how kindly and generously you are treating an old woman and another that is partially broken to never totally heal in mind. Now your current assertions even go beyond that. Are you sure that you want to put up with us for the foreseeable future?”

“Yes, I am sure. You two have so enriched my life over the last month or so. And it isn’t just the sex, not that I am putting that down at all. But, having two women that I very adore puttering around the house and interacting with me from an affectionate but realistic state is very much to my interest and comfort. As long as neither of you feel impelled to interfere with my occasional dalliances with my ‘little friends’ I don’t see why this couldn’t continue for as long as you see benefits to the two of you.”

Irma chimed in now, “My good young man, and at my age you are young, you are such a refreshing influence in our lives. You are such a puzzle that it keeps us busy just trying to figure out what you might do next. And you flabbergast us very regularly. I don’t know how I could ever give this up. In my case I will have to leave for brief periods to keep contact with my extended family, but if I am welcome here to be with you, I won’t need another room for myself, I would just keep my current one for privacy at times that I need it and center my presence mainly with you in your bedroom if that is welcome. We could get me another dresser and vanity with a mirror and space in your spacious closets and I would be very happy to help fill your life with Gloria. As far as your ‘little friends’ they would be no problem to me if you kept them out in your ‘love nest’ to play with and kept the main house for Gloria and I to plague you and seduce you at our leisure. I think that you can barely conceive of what it means to an old bat like me to have a still viable man interested in her as a lover. I don’t want to ever lose that in the time that I have left to me and I am projected to live at least another fifteen years or beyond, dear man.”

So, with a lot of smiles the two of them consigned themselves to my care for the future and beyond and were excited to increase their presence in my and now their home and our shared lives. I busied myself over the next few days in making adjustments in my social and sexual life including letting Ashley know that I didn’t have any interest in seeing her regularly anymore and that she would have another six months to find alternate digs and abandon the hotel room that I was affording her, unless she made arrangements with the staff to pay for it on her own. I promised to make her a good deal on that if she was interested.

And I texted the ‘little girls’ and let them know that in the future our fun and their presence would be contained to the room that they knew of. The three that I was actively involved with all sent their agreements back to me.

That night, both Irma and Gloria joined me for the night and we in a very special way initiated the rest of our lives together and then held each other in our arms as we slept the night together in a convivial peace with each other and the world in general.

They decided on a Mother/Daughter Role Play for me that night. Evidently they had been discussing this between themselves for some time. Irma showed up presented as a much younger MILF and Gloria took on the aspect of a young teenage daughter. As things worked out she evidently also fell back into her previous Ria identity, which had progressed somewhat from its previously stuck aspect at twelve to now a very youthful fifteen.

Irma had the aspect of a grieving widow, Black Widow’s Weeds, Veil and all. Ria had the aspect of her rebellious young daughter, being somewhat callous in attitude to her sorrowful mother. She wore what would have been a very inappropriate for the time dress, showing her ankles and unknown to her mother, having nothing on underneath.

They had indicated to me that I was to be totally inert to this little sex drama; well, that I could react to the fun, but not initiate anything, they would handle that.

So, to start our little fun, I was in my bed propped up with three pillows and in the process of reading one of my favorite stories, THE TIME MACHINE. I still to this day am entranced by Weena, played by Yvette Mimieux in the movie. I was a young teenager when I first saw this movie and a hole was burned into my heart over her, which has never healed. In fact, I was never attracted to another female of her resemblance up to this day. She along with a few others still burn brightly in my heart’s memories.

But, my reading reverie was interrupted by the entering of my guest room, by my newly widowed cousin Irma and her unruly daughter, Ria. I was very surprised by this, since she and I hadn’t been intimate for many years, especially since she became married to a very fine fellow, Gunther. But, her aspect as she came into my room indicated that she was in deep grief and was requiring me to lift some of the burden of her grief with some serious intimacies. Evidently Ria was along for the ride, as it were.

So, with no talking and a very dark aspect she approached my bed and began to remove her black and concealing clothing. As each article came off, Ria would remove something off of herself, too. Since she had far fewer articles on herself, she held serve by taking off one shoe or legging off at a time. As Irma, the widow, removed her outside clothing it became apparent that her clothing underneath was anything but of a grieving nature. And as this became revealing, her mood was changing also increasingly to a very lustful manner.

Her eyes were rising up from their lowered grieving aspect to a lewd staring at me manner. With her eyes seemingly peering through the bed covers to my own intimate areas. By the time that they were both naked, they were then moving under the covers to be with me, one on each side.

They together worked to remove my bed clothes to be nude like they were and wasted no time in getting on with the show. Ria moved down under the covers to engage with my feet up to my belly button. Irma took on my other half with each engaged in deep and very active kissing. She started off with very light kisses about my face and head, and progressively moved on to more energetic activities. If I seemed to be anticipating or moving ahead of her efforts, she would back off and visually scold me. Then when I settled down, she would proceed again.

My whole body was lighting up with lust, due to Ria’s licking and kissing of my lower body and Irma’s prodigious attentions to the top half. It proceeded to her licking, kissing and sucking of my nipples, things I loved to do to her. When she could tell that my mast was up, she reached underneath the blankets and fetched Ria up to sit on my face, with her pussy lips just grazing my mouth. Ria orbited her body around my head, just allowing her inner lips to glance off and lightly kiss my lips. With this I also was getting the dripping girl cum from her into my mouth.

Irma had moved down under the covers, leaving her delightful ass in my view through Ria’s legs. I soon felt her mouth installed over my cock, with her very active tongue massaging its length in massively evident liquid lubrications. I was getting very close to an eruption at this time. So, Irma threw back the covers, grabbed Ria, quickly installed her on to my dick and then moved up to install her nipple into my mouth for a refreshing drink to accompany my fucking of her dear daughter.

As Ria continued wildly riding my belly, Irma moved my mouth to her other tit and aggressively milked herself into my mouth with growing aggressiveness. Right then, I came up into Ria, with her enthusiastic yelps and admonitions to, “Fill me up cousin! I want to be heavy with your cum.”

At that, Irma moved Ria off of my belly to ‘face sit’ me, leaking my recently provided gift right down into my mouth, while Irma pounced on my still risen cock to fill her too. And, surprisingly even at my age, I was up to this too. And very soon, another load went up into the now non-grieving widow. With that accomplished, they moved to be again on each side of me and wrapped themselves around me to sleep the night away.

CHAPTER 8:

With the settlement of Irma and Gloria into the household on a pretty much of a permanent basis, things got even more organized. The family unit was now established as Will, Irma and Gloria. Ashley was no longer a pertinent factor, but the three girls of his intimate acquaintance were sort of secondary factors in the household’s plans.

Irma took over most of the cooking with the help of the half-a-day hired girl and Gloria was expanded in her management of the household affairs. All but the matters of the ‘sex room’ and the hidden spaces. She was currently working with Manny, their distant living prime contractor on the arrangements to remodel the attic into a living space for her. It would become like a one bedroom condo for her residence. And unknowingly to her, Will was adding in to that contract the work of skim coating the tunnel off the basement’s floor with an inch of smooth-ed out concrete to make for a more durable surface in case it was needed at some time. Added to that, also, was to be a series of battery powered dim lights to guide the way along it for necessary forays that might not include a flashlight be-cause of the immediacy of its need. Manny was very excited about coming back to work on the mansion after the coddling that he got from Gloria the last time.

Another matter that had been turned over to Gloria was the planning for FAMILY VACATION WEEKS, for the last two full weeks of July. This was arranged each year to accommodate the fellow members of the extended family, since only one member of the family inherited the mansion for each generation for the ben-fit of the whole clan. So, for those two weeks, a drawing was made for those that registered by email each year up to the first of May, for overnight visits during those weeks. Each person could only stay for one day starting no earlier than 8 am till the next morning at 7 am. And if necessary the rooms would accommodate two people each. Since there were six bedrooms on the third floor, that meant that up to twelve people could be accommodated for each day of the two weeks and since the one day limit was strictly enforced, that meant that a total of one hundred and sixty-eight could be welcomed each year. Since this year Irma was occupying one bedroom, loosely because of her primary residence with Will in his bedroom and Gloria in another, they would have to be accommodated elsewhere. Probably Irma totally in Will’s room and Gloria using one of the rooms at his little niche hotel in the south of the city, where Ashley had decided to stay because of Will’s very generous offer for the room for her residence.

One of the side issues involving the family weeks was that a number of the mothers in the family were going to consider Will as fair game for their daughters. Even though he would not be able to pass the mansion down to any of his lineal descendants, he would probably leave a considerable fortune behind since all of his needs were met through a legacy with a monthly stipend associated with the owner of the house. And there was also the matter of who would be the next lucky owner of the mansion. His uncle, the previous owner, had left a note informing him of this trial to be endured and suggestions on how to deal with it.

The mothers were known to inculcate within their daughters the goal of nailing the owner in some manner, by marriage if possible, but by some other artifice if necessary. This included them trying to get their daughter pregnant by him. This would work a lot better in these times with DNA testing which would be very hard to overturn. A considerable number of birth control meds were left be-hind at home for these visits to the mansion. In the past Will had been usually willing to sample the pussies of the family on these visits when he was just another member of the family, but had always admired a poster that was prominently displayed in the hallway of the bedrooms for these two weeks only that included the terms, ‘Not responsible for unexpected pregnancies begun while visiting.’ Everyone thought that to be very cheeky, and there was a lot of doubt about its legality in enforcement, but it did let the mothers know that the owner knew what they were skirmishing to accomplish for their daughters.

And the mothers could be shameless in their pushing of their daughters into this contest, even offering daughters at very young ages. But, Will had qualms about any woman under the age of fourteen, and in their cases under eighteen. No pregnancy that could have been traced back to him would ever be encountered, though a couple of attempts to entrap him in preexisting condition might be attempted. Will would offer his doctor’s anti pregnancy services on these two attempts, even though he personally opposed abortion except under the most egregious circumstances or the very real threat to the mother’s life. Neither had been taken up on, the mothers evidently feeling that there is no leverage in a dead baby.

Will’s uncle had left a note on the desk in the hidden office about one of the possible visitors on Family Weeks. She was a second cousin by marriage and had four children: three girls (18, 16, 15) and a son (17.) Incidentally, she was black and her children half so. She was gorgeous at age 35 and her children were all gorgeous, too. She had been unusually brazen and pushy about her children sleeping and fucking Uncle. Yes, the boy too, though Uncle was not wired that way, but to keep him from being hurt, Uncle included him in the fun with his sisters. Might mention that one of the sisters was transgendered, too. She was post -op.

On their night of visits, they moved up to Uncle’s bedroom when everyone else was asleep or at least supposed to be so and together they invaded his bed-room along with Mom.

Before Uncle could react, he found two of them already on him and purposely engaging with him. One on his face kissing and the other on his dick. Mother took the bedroom comfy chair to watch and orchestrate the proceedings. And there were no condoms in sight.

Uncle, trying to gain at least some control over matters, instructed the son to take on one of the sisters on to the bed-room couch and he moved forward with that in gusto. Uncle could see this cock in her ass, very quickly. This was because it was not the son that they wanted to get one or more of the daughters pregnant, it was Uncle.

The T.S. girl avoided intercourse because it would not provide the desired goal of the mom. So, the 15 year old girl, a very warm shade of brown took over the intercourse duties while the other sister was entertaining their brother. And there would be no ass fucking by Uncle this night. No dumping orally either. All of his cum was intended to be in the two girls who could use it the best.

There wasn’t a lot of foreplay involved, the object was not fun for the girls and the only necessary fun for Uncle. So, while the T.S. gave him the necessary fun, the 15 year old girl emphatically planted herself on to his cock and began an active fucking of him. With the T.S. wildly kissing him and then rubbing her newly created pussy on his lips, he lost all track of what was going on down south in his groin.

The fifteen year old was working up a real sweat down there, and as the T.S. was deep throating Uncle with her tongue and massaging his nipples, Uncle unloaded a rich load into the young girl’s pussy. Mom smiled when she realized that and then motioned for the 16 year old to vacate her fun with her brother and join Uncle and the T.S. on the bed.

Mom didn’t want the 15 year old to be disturbed now, since she already had the cum in her pussy, where mom wanted it to be. So the son and she came over to Mom and sat on the chair’s arms one to each side to watch the continuing operation on Uncle.

The T.S. moved down to clean up and reenergize Uncle’s dick for his work with the 16 year old sister. The 16 year old moved up to engage Uncle in kissing and caressing to work him up again. It didn’t take very long for Uncle to rise up again, and with this the 16 year old moved right down to plunge her pussy down on to his arisen cock. She faced away from Uncle in reverse-cowboy and T.S. sister stayed down there to manipulate Uncle’s balls and to simulate her sister’s clit. His actions in both worked just fine and soon Uncle made a deposit in her pussy, too.

With that the four children gathered themselves up and joined Uncle in an exciting sensual romp on the bed together. After about an hour and a half of that, Mom decided that she wanted Uncle to feel good about this, so she ordered the kids to the sofa and she lowered her panties off and then actively encouraged Uncle to avail himself of her anal tunnel. Uncle had no intention of missing out on this, especially with all that had been initiated with him. So, since she had virtually forced all of this on him, with the understood goal of hers, he after getting her in the right position, entered her without lube. It wasn’t really painful for Mom, but just enough to let her know how pissed off Uncle was. Thankfully, he came up into her very quickly. The first time he had had a sexual hat trick in years.

It turned out that the two girls did get pregnant. But, Uncle had videos of what had happened, so the lawyers worked out an agreement for Uncle to pay child support for the two babies (to the girls directly not the Mom) and for Uncle to pay for their college schooling. Not a bad outcome for them after all.

But, Will was warned. Because these two brown beauties were still in play and they were coming again this year to the Family Weeks.

So, he was looking forward to having Irma and Gloria this year to deflect such attempts on him by the desperate mothers of these young women. It sounded like there would be a full contingent this year by the number of emails that were being received by Gloria in her capacity as the Household Manager.

Will was looking forward to entertaining the animal imitator girl and the red-haired one together this afternoon. Irma was off for a week to ten days, how-ever long she could stand to stay away, to visit her grandchildren who were staying and house sitting in her home. To see how the conditions were there and also to reconnect with her sons who lived nearby to their former home. Things were still a bit strained with them over the events of their sister’s condition and the loss of their revered father and Irma’s assumed rash decision to marry Brad, a man younger than her, though they had never been uncivil to him. But, despite it all, they still loved their mother and would be very glad to see her again.

Gloria was just too busy with her many assignments today to much care who Will was fucking in the dining room on the table, if he availed himself of that privilege.

It was late spring and Irma was back, Gloria was still busy with plans for the FAMILY WEEKS and her many other issues to deal with. The three of them were cuddled up to watch the early news together, when a siren could be heard in the neighborhood. It sounded a lot like an air raid siren from old time movies. And then there was an interruption of the newscast with the iconic Emergency Broad-cast System on air siren and showing the system’s logo, with the following message:

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“This is the National Weather Service on the EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM. This is not a practice run, this is the real thing. Those in the area served by this station have 32 minutes or less to find shelter from a profound wind storm that may or may not include a tornado. If you have a below the ground shelter, we recommend that you move to it immediately. If not, we recommend that you seek out an interior room in your house with no windows and find shelter under a very sturdy doorway or very heavy piece of furniture. Make every effort to protect your head. We do not recommend a flight in a vehicle due to the very heavy traffic already on the roads. God Bless and We Wish You Well.”

As they listened to this Will was already texting the girls to join themselves to him at his home. He regretted that he didn’t have enough room for their families, though. Ramona and Alice said that they would be coming, since he was closer than their homes. Amber declined, to ride the storm out with her family.

With that notice, they left the front door open for the girls and inside an arrow pointing down towards the basement. Will took the hammer that was one of them spaced around the home and began breaking off the skim coat across the front to access the bomb shelter. When it was exposed, it opened automatically and they braced open the door for when the girls would arrive. They were allowing 30 minutes for the girls to arrive and then they would have to close the door with or without them. They didn’t have any choice in that, since the door would shrug off the blocking of itself and would automatically shut then. It was being cued in by a speech interpreter accessing the emergency messages.

Thankfully, the girls got to the shelter door with five minutes to spare and rushed in to just miss the door closing. They then texted their parents that they were safe in a reinforced shelter, but didn’t know how to identify the address. They then pulled their batteries out of their cell phones to avoid having to answer any questions.

The shelter was already beginning to get very warm, and they didn’t want to put any premature stress on the power supply. So, they each stripped down to their underwear to be more comfortable. One man and four near naked ladies, seemed a great way to ride out a storm, Will thought. They would be very safe in the shelter with its independent power supply, air recycling through a chimney up to the top of the house and triple redundant facilities for all needed systems. The roof of the bomb shelter was strong enough to park an ABRAMS tank on it if be-came necessary.

Will turned on the Emergency Broadcast System to monitor what was going on above them. And the news was very bad. The announcers were becoming very shrill in their stress to pass on one horrible report after another. It seems that this part of the State had never had a tornado worse than a 2 on the rating system. But, this one now roaring across the local landscape at 60 miles an hour and being about a mile wide was being credited as a number 5+. One of the very worst ever recorded anywhere. There was talk of Global Warming being part of that accelerated status of this storm. That was not an issue of importance at this moment. Trying to save as many lives as possible was.

As they continued to monitor the radio broad casts, they could tell that things were getting very much tenser at the broadcast center. They began to hear shrieks in background and then nothing. From the deion of the path of the tornado, it must have crossed right over the top of the station with all of its glass windows as deadly missiles, it could be assumed. None of the other radio stations could be accessed probably because of the radio noise generated by the very powerful storm above them.

The young girls looked at each other and seemed to not want to sit out the storm in silence, so they moved some sleeping bags down to the floor and with their insistent hands dragged Will and the adult ladies down to its surface. They doffed the rest of their clothing, stripped Will naked and then busied themselves in giving and seeking mind protecting pleasures from among the gathered bodies. The girls at first concentrated on each other and Will, but as the adult ladies joined in they just seemed to rotate among each other. Will’s member was well cared for and it was either mounted in a hot mouth, hot cunt or hot ass continuously for the duration of the play. And Irma’s gonzo tits with their available milk were very popular with all of them there. Gloria let out some of her crazy in the proceedings which was instructive and inspiring to the two young girls. They were very pleased at what they had unleashed in the stressful confined space. And by the time that they were all worn out, it was evident that the muted vibrations from the storm above were over, probably along with the storm.

It took an hour for the news to come back on the radio. And the news was extremely grim. Tens of thousands of houses either destroyed or severely dam-aged. A death toll of twelve thousand and climbing including the total staff at the radio station that they had been monitoring earlier. With this news, Will got a terrible feeling about the status of Amber the red headed girl and her family. He tried to contact her over her cell phone but got no response in return.

When he entered the code to open the main shelter door, he backed up to avoid any falling debris that might be loosened to fall by the motion of the heavy door. But a sympathetic light earthquake following the storm had evidently caused most dangerous materials to already fall to the floor. It had been like the Earth sighing over the raping of it and its inhabitants by the tornado. Will didn’t even bother trying to use the elevator, but instead accessed an ancient stairwell that hadn’t probably been used since the elevator had been installed and it opened up into the pantry off of the kitchen. The shaft of it had originally been built of steel reinforced concrete, which must have been a new material at the time of its construction. There was no damage to it at all. But, he requested the ladies to await his all clear before trying the stairs themselves.

When he got to the kitchen, he noticed strangers wandering around the neighborhood, so he made a dash out to the tool shed which was smashed flat, but was accessible anyway for him to get into the armory. He grabbed a couple of hand-guns and ammunition and returned to the house and armed the two adult ladies. He gave whistles to the youngsters if they came under danger from others.

The house had survived the storm’s deflected near encounter rather well in compared to the rest of the neighborhood. But the roof was a goner. As the girls were communicating their being okay to their parents, he called Manny to appraise him of the house’s status. Manny said that he would load up his big truck with enough materials to get a roof up as quick as possible, and since he was an approved emergency zone contractor he wasn’t worried about being granted access to the area. There were already reports of scavengers raiding beleaguered households and some of them being shot by the offended public. The police were arresting as many of the strangers as possible and turning their heads from the distress of the wounded victims at the hands of angry householders. They were going to help the legal citizens, those stupid enough to steal under those conditions would have to suffer the consequences.

And the federal and state emergency services agencies were monitoring the activities of the contractors that were working in the area, along with ones that had sneaked in. A team of prosecutors from around the state had set up a legal center to deal with any contractors found to be grossly over-charging their clients. And they notified the householders to keep copies of the repair contracts and await payments until they were approved by a local builder’s board as to the quality of the work and the appropriateness of the charges. The vast number of examinations resulted in a determination of fairness, which was a refreshing news item on the air.

In the meantime, he put up his family and the two young girls in the niche hotel that he owned in the south of town till things could settle down. He also hired a local security team to guard his mansion and its possessions. They reported that they had to use their pistols a couple of times against determined looters who just didn’t get the idea that they weren’t welcome helping themselves to Will’s possessions.

The girls after clearing things with their parents that felt that they were better off with Will for the time being, than they could offer had very dire news for the girls. And while Will was so busy in securing and having the roof repaired, they withheld the very sad news from him. He was too busy for any related questions to arise in his mind anyway.

The roof was finished in three days and awaited in clear weather for one of the roofing companies to come available. Since the upstairs was ripped up somewhat, Mannie decided to do some of the heavy remodeling in the attic for Gloria’s apartment while all of the hubbub was going on in the neighborhood.

Manny was camping out in the now secure house against efforts to break in with a couple of the pistols supplied by Will. The security services were now regularly moving through the area per a contract by the local homing board also, and utilities and police patrols had returned also. Within a week, there was a sense of reassertion taking hold around his house amid the still prodigious amount of re-pair work to still happen in nearby homes.

And with that the ugly elements seemed to creep back into the sewers that had spawned them.

Finally on a night when they were all five of them gathered in the hotel’s dining room to share in a well needed meal and social time, it occurred to Will that he hadn’t heard about the status of Amber. The girls could see it and when he asked they just couldn’t hold it back from him anymore. When he heard that Amber and her entire family had been killed in the storm, he turned deathly pale, threw up next to his chair and rushed up to his room. They gave him a half an hour to mourn alone and then the four of them gathered around him to comfort his heart over the terrible loss that he felt. They made themselves naked, un-clothed him and gathered together in the bed with him and cuddled up to him skin on skin and held him during his wracking sobs through the anguished night.

CHAPTER 9:

In the morning as the four females gathered around the table for breakfast, Will was still asleep upstairs and they were discussing what to do to relieve Will’s abysmal heart ache. They mentioned finding another little red haired girl for him to enjoy, but they agreed that that kind of thing almost never works out well.

And then after some contemplative time, Alice mentioned an option for them to look into and they all agreed that it might just work. So they gathered up into the Suburban and went to prepare to test this out.

They met with the dog shelter’s management and laid out what their purpose was. To find an especially affectionate young dog to warm their dear man’s heart. The management understood their mission well and so suggested a half grown Labrador female pup to them to take home and sound out the situation. So, after stopping at a pet store, and getting some basic supplies, they brought the unnamed pup into the house and awaited Will’s awakening.

At about noon, he came down the elevator to get some-thing to eat and noticed the new female in the house. She looked up to him with searching eyes, to gauge his attitude towards her, and with her soft look about her and her warm eyes, he fell immediately in love with the puppy. She with her doggy senses knew right away that she would be very welcome here. And after him having a bite to eat, she moved up into his lap as he took his place in his living room ‘comfort chair’ The girls were gathered in the doorway watching this and began to giggle over the profound success of this venture by them. Three days later, he came up with a name for her,……and it was…..Amber.

The girls knew that they would be reunited with their families soon, so they coopted Will from the ladies and Amber and led him up to the revitalized master bedroom. They didn’t know how much time they had and so decided to not waste any time with their fun. Ramona started on his mouth and tongue, kissing like she had seldom ever done before and Alice began on his sleepy member. But, it woke up real quickly with a hot mouth around it. Alice exchanged places and placed her aching pussy right on to Will’s face as he laid supine in the middle of the bed. While that was going on, Ramona installed his upright prick up into her ass for some back door fun. She was loving it, too.

After she got a low grade climax, she again exchanged with Alice and began to feed her tits to Will to suck on. And while this was going on, Alice worked his still hard cock up into her pussy, with the determination to make it work for her too. With that goal in mind she began to shallowly bounce on his member and alternately flex from front to back. It didn’t take very long at all. Ramona emptied her cum right into Will’s waiting mouth as Alice’s waiting pussy got her reward, too. As they were coming down from their feverish sexual mode, Gloria answered the phone and then knocked on the bedroom door to inform him that the girl’s parents wanted their daughters back.

He made arrangements to return them to their families at his hotel, not mentioning that he owned it. This kept them in the dark as to his relationship with the girls and also the location of his home. But, they were not worried about that at this time. They were just so very happy to get their daughters back in good health, that they hugged Will and told him how much they appreciated his care of them. The girls left with smiles on their faces, of which the reason was for, would remain a mystery to the parents.

With our new canine female in residence, I determined to care for her as well as I did any of my female human friends. So, I went to the pet store and first selected a book to study about the care of canines and then inquired of a young girl working there as to what I would need to care for the pup in a respectable manner. She showed herself to be very excited to share with me all of her young girl gained special knowledge on the subject. So, I had unplugged her mental bottle and her knowledge came pouring out. And actually with recommendations as to materials and facilities to make the dog’s life lived to the optimum, she also instructed me in my personal obligations in regard to it. One of which was to walk it outside every day and to be prepared to pick up with a glove or plastic baggie the leavings that it left behind. I got the picture.

Before I left, she asked if she could drop by once in a while to see how I was doing with my new friend. I anticipated her becoming another friend with that request and granted her to come by anytime she wanted to do so. I got a great big smile with that.

Another benefit of my new friend was that when I walked her, she was so fine looking and friendly that the mere appearance of her by my side crashed through any instructions that the parents had made to ‘not talk to strangers.’ After all, how strange could a man be that had a fine furred friend like Amber. I think that my lost Amber would have seen and appreciated the humor of that. And Gloria told me that she first met Brad when he was walking a dog and playing with it at an off-leash park for canines.

I remembered what Gloria had said, so I found an off-leash canine park and sat down on the bench outside to watch the festivities inside. I don’t know what the people who build these things expect the dogs to do together in them. Not too many dogs play bridge or pinochle, you know. Mostly they just act like dogs often to their master’s embarrassment, like the males taking a fancy to the female‘s rear ends and others hiking their rear legs to take care of some necessary business. Of course the females, squat not unlike human ones. That has to be unnerving to ladies who are nervous of men even hanging around ladies room doors waiting for their female friend to come out.

But, being the perv that I am, I found a considerable amount of humor in watching the owners trying to get the dogs to act like humans. In their own way, I think that most dogs act better than humans, even if they barf and shit on lawns at times.

As I was amusing myself with these thoughts a young woman, perhaps six-teen years old walked up and sat down at the other end of the bench that I already occupied. She had a chocolate lab that was probably male. I didn’t want to make a spectacle of myself by studying its undercarriage, but it was showing a lot of interest in my half grown female puppy black lab. I could understand that, since I was a fellow perv to it. The girl first showed interest in my little female and as things were developing between her male and my female, I guess you can see where this is going, except Amber was not in heat, so the interest of her male must have been just social.

But, when the young woman figured out that there wasn’t going to be a sex show this time, she turned her attentions to me. Perhaps thinking that we could make up for the absence of a show between our dogs. I was game if that was her desire. But, she smiled and then took her dog into the enclosure to sniff butts with all the other male canine pervs.

I sat and watched the show with Amber up on the bench by my side. I think that she was totally satisfied to watch the action, like a ‘tweener’ girl who looks forward to playing with the boys someday, but watching them make fools of them -selves was sufficient for the present.

After being comfortable for several minutes, evidently the young lady with the chocolate lab had had enough of the rough-housing in the enclosure and decided to return to the bench. Since I was already there, she observed the appropriate symbolism and asked permission for her and her very hand-some dog to join us. I smiled and nodded ‘yes.’

After thinking about what to say, she brokered an entry to my vocal space with, “Aren’t you going to let your cute little female enter in with the other dogs?”

“No, I don’t think so, I don’t think that she could pass the age restriction for the action in there.”

I got a very large smile from her on that, “I guess you like young females, huh?”

Oh, I can play this game, “Well, yeah! Just like your magnificent chocolate male lab does. We pervs have got to stick together, you know.”

Another smile, “Maybe you should have gotten a male too, then.”

“No, I don’t think so, I don’t swing both ways.”

She wasn’t giving up, “Perhaps you would like to play with a younger dog owner then?”

“Sure, you don’t think that your handsome male will give up my Amber when she is old enough to breed, do you?”

“Oh, I think that Ace will find that a very attractive proposition when that time comes.”

“I like the look in his eye when he admires my little female. I think that you could count on that.”

“Let’s walk along together for a bit and see how they (she meant us, of course) will get along.”

So, we walked off together and when we found a maintenance shack with the back hidden we tied the dogs up in front with their eyes betraying the resulting thought, “You have to be kidding, and you talk about dogs not controlling themselves.”

But, Mandy and I ignored their canine good sense and fucked each other until we could barely walk and then limped round to the front to reclaim our furry friends to return to our respective homes. I did get her number, by the way. And I planned on attendance at the dog enclosure from that time on, especially if she showed up, too. Who knows, after a few months maybe Mandy and I and Ace and Amber can do a very restricted double date.

With all of the furor over the tornado, its damage, red haired Amber’s death and the repairs of the house, another issue came forth. Manny had been living at the mansion while working on restoring the place to its pre windy condition. Also there was the remodeling to accommodate Gloria in the attic, the covering of the tunnel’s floor with concrete, the installation of the lighting down that corridor and the rebuilding of the tool shed. With all of this and more, Manny had been continuously living at the mansion, and much of that time had been as a bed partner of Gloria. I think that he would have done all of the work free, to continue to be near her. I didn’t blame him at all.

With all of this and my interrupted interest in the hidden rooms, I was un-prepared for the bomb that was dropped in the household. Gloria broke the news that Mannie had invited her to come and live with him, when he finished his work here, to be his lover/companion and to help him run his business. She had taken to management skills in her work in my household like the famous expression, ‘a fish in water’ or some such version of some famous expression.

She really seemed happy with him, and despite the fact that I would miss her for a variety of reasons, I had no desire to block any avenue that she found to happiness. But, I was a bit concerned about the largess that she would be receiving when the divorce proceedings were complete. Even though Manny had proved to be absolutely above board in all of his dealings with us, a pot of money like that had warped more than one well intentioned love partner. But, when I inquired of her about this concern, she informed me that Manny was insisting that she have an unrelated third party arrange for the proceeds of her divorce go into a trust for only her and her children, that he would never have any access to it under any conditions for perpetuity. Pretty much sewed it up for me.

So, with her about to leave us, I had her put an ad online and in the news-papers and put it up to her to sift through the response to find a couple of candidates to recommend for my close scrutiny. Since despite the tornado issues, we were on track to accommodate the FAMILY WEEKS, and the other issues of the home were up to date, so she placed her prodigious talents to this search.

Among the magnets for a prospective employee was the soon to be completed studio apartment in the old attic that Gloria had been intended to live in. And for once, I intended to keep my dick in my pants in regard to whomever it might turn out to be.

In the meantime, one of my personal projects was to commandeer one of the empty hidden rooms in the house to be the new armory, to replace the previous one in the tool shed for better security as to its contents. Manny wasn’t involved with this, though he was suspicious of the hidden storage behind the damaged peg board in the destroyed shed. He showed good sense in not bringing it up, though.

After three days, Gloria had sifted through the responses to the job offer and had four prospects to recommend for interviewing by him. There were three females and one male. Will was sort of curious about that, and Gloria wasn’t forthcoming, She said that he should interview them, and then let him make up his own mind, since he was the one that would have to work with the winner of the contest among them. She said that she had written the name of the winner and put it in a sealed envelope in his robe’s pocket to not be opened until the decision had been made and the winner hired.

With the preliminary interviews over, it boiled down to a middle-aged African-American woman and a twenty year old African American male. The other two finalists were white women who were very qualified and lovely, but showed a spirit of officiousness that Will didn’t want to deal with.

Interestingly, each of them made it perfectly clear that they would willingly fuck him with no hesitation at all. But, in this case he was trying to avoid that. The two finalists also made it clear that they were open to that.

The A.F. lady was very pretty and experienced. She had a bachelor’s degree, an absent husband and three children. She was very engaging in personality and seemed to like him very much. He could find nothing in her disfavor. Will thought that she should have been already employed with her qualifications and experience, but she was just now reentering the work force again after being off for two years dealing with a new child with serious health challenges. Under other circumstances, Will felt that they would have made a great team.

The A.A. young man was a recent MBA graduate, with only a light amount of practical experience, single, very engaging and gay. It was very obvious by his manner and he admitted to it. This was not a problem for Will, but he was very uninterested in pursuing that kind of relationship. But, the young man was highly desirous of getting this position because of the general experience that it would provide, and the fact that he could share his time and energies with other clients as he worked for Will. And he was also very excited about the apartment that came with the job, even with the proviso that no male was to enter it and that included any born male that viewed themselves as a female. Will emphasized that his was the only cock, besides an employee that was allowed into his house. But, Will got the greatest feeling about this young man that he would preserve Will’s secrets including his young lovers, because gay men know the need of privacy in intimate matters. So, with apologies to the A.F. lady, the gay young man got the job.

Everything was above board with him, just like it had been with Gloria, and so Gene came to stay within two weeks when Gloria left with Manny. With no few tears for his loss, but the comfort of rest of his retinue he would survive this. Mannie wasn’t tearful, though. His smile was a mile wide and his hand-shakes with Will were very respectful. Gene the new hire established a very professional and entertaining presence in the household immediately. He would work in the home in an office that Will had produced for him in the basement for two days a week and then for a CPA for the other three. He was home for every dinner and did his private dating on Wednesdays and weekends. No problems at all. He just doted on Amber the lab, and volunteered to do some of the walking with her. Amber took to him, too as did Irma. And Gene was highly amused by Will’s extended lover’s retinue.

CHAPTER 10:

About The time that Gene became established into the household, Irma got some very bad news from our local doctor, she would have only some months left to live. So, she decided to move back to her home to spend this time with her family. To show her appreciation for the time she had spent at my home, the love that I had shown her and the consideration that I had extended to her daughter, Gloria she decided to make the last night very special.

She invited a local lady that she had come to know to share me with her for the night. The lady was evidently very excited about this, since she had never done anything like this before. Irma’s response to that statement was, “What a pity!”

The generally accepted age appropriate lady joined Irma and me in my bed. With two naked ladies to play with I was very happy time, indeed. The apex of this final love match for me with Irma was highlighted by her stacking up four pillows between the visitor lady and I, balancing herself on them and then having each of us nurse on her drooping boobs in concert as she laid face down until she was empty on both sides. Then lit up with desire, I plowed her ready furrow for a grand good-bye to all of the wonderful times with her. The lady stayed the night.

In the morning after the lady had left, she took me aside in the living room and took me into her arms, “Will, you have been so wonderful to me. If this life sentence wasn’t before me I would remain here with you who have become just as loving, and even somewhat more entertaining than, Gunther and Brad. Please don’t trouble your heart over my demise when it comes just keep me in your heart where I will reside until perhaps we are joined together again in a three man orgy in the hereafter with Gunter, Brad and you all three working me over. It gives me something to look forward in my final days in this physical body that has served me so well.” With that the Grand Lady kissed me soundly moved out of my immediate life, to never be replaced by anyone.

With Irma’s departure, Gene the observant and sensitive gentleman that he was offered that perhaps I would be looking for a lady to pick up Irma’s duties and some of Gloria’s, too. I agreed that that was on my mind. And so he recommended his lover Ike’s mother, who Gene suggested was a real looker and very good around a house. So, I agreed to meet up with her.

She came by later that evening, nodded to Gene in a very friendly way and settled down on my conversation couch, while I arched my hands in front of me to observe and evaluate this lovely red-haired lady. And she had the freckles, green eyes and ebullient personality to match up with her hair. Just imagine Maureen O’Hara with a lot of smiles. I told her that I would give her a two week tryout right on the spot and she agreed to start the next day.

The next day after Maureen (Yes, she had the same first name,) had arrived and finished her first day (to my total satisfaction) and left, it was my turn to take Amber out and I had looked forward to these days. Amber seemed to love it that she had multiple masters (read that as slaves) to care for her. And he and Mandy, the young lady with the chocolate lab, had settled in to being intimate every other time we saw each other. It was very worth waiting for each time. This time after their enjoying the scene at the dog unleash park inside of the fence, and also the one outside between Amber and Art in front of them, she for the first time invited him to join her at her home for a snack.

When he got there, it turned out to be one of those very small homes, modular in construction hid in someone’s back yard. It was bigger than the smallest, but still a very efficiently arranged three hundred square feet of space. She tilted out the dining table and quickly poured some chilled tea with cookies for us to share. I was very impressed by this very civilly friendly meal with a darling little girl. We talked about inconsequential things and then she inquired if she might be welcome to come to his home some time. I affirmed what that could lead to, and she remarked that she was looking forward to that.

As a reminder of what that could mean as far as she was concerned, she lifted the table and stood up on the seat that he occupied with her skirt lifted above a nude pussy and invited him to, “go ahead and partake of your after the meal snack. He leaned up to service her pussy with legs fetchingly opened to fulfill that invitation. And after her small climax, she got down on her knees to insure a much bigger one for him. So, after his cum drop into her mouth, he invited her to come to his place the next Wednesday afternoon after their dog walk. Maureen would be gone for the day by then and Gene would be off to the hotel for some fun with Ike.

On Monday evening while he was reading his paper alone, he heard loud knocking on his front door. They must have missed the available buzzer, or were perhaps trying to make a pre-introductory impression.

So, to reward their insolence, I moved to the door in no hurry at all, and then opened it to a well-dressed couple of about my age with florid faces, “To what do I owe the privilege of this visit, my good folks.”

“You might have a different opinion of us after what we have to say. Now let us in right now.”

“Or what,” I returned to him with a glare.

“Or we will call the police and make a scene on your front porch until they get here.”

“Please, do so. And the law enforcement will arrive just in time to arrest you for disturbing the neighborhood and the peace of my home.”

Mr. ‘Bluster,’ then calmed down and asked to enter or they would have me arrested in regards to their daughter.

I replied, “I think not. Look at my home, don’t you think that I have the means to defend myself successfully against any charges that you attempt to bring against me?”

I added, “Now, be gone or I will call the police and have YOU escorted off of MY property. And with a ‘no trespassing writ’ against you from them, I will add a ‘no contact order’ against you in the morning through my lawyer, either of which will put whichever of you ever show up at my door or accost me in public from now on directly into jail.”

With bugged out eyes and florid faces they just stood there and held their place until the officers came up to the door. “What is the matter here?” the senior one asked.

Before the couple could answer, I offered, “This couple is on my door step making accusations against me. And when I requested them to leave the premises, they refused. And now you are here!”

The lady now opened up, “Officer, this man is guilty of……..”

With this, the officer said that they were all on a chest cam and that the lady could be held accountable for any charges that she made against this house-holder on his own property.

I asked for the officer’s pardon to make a quick phone call to sort this mess out, and the officer said no problem.” So, I called Mandy and inquired of her if she would be willing to come to my home in a police car that would pick her up at the park bench that we often used. It was in regard to her professed parents who were making a scene at my home.” She aver-red that she would be glad to do so. So, I asked the officer to have another officer pick her up and transport her to this place to settle this once and for all. He said that he would do that.

With this the couple inquired if we could all enter the house to contain the scene that this was making outside. My reply was, “Absolutely not! You will never be welcome in to my house. It is you that has initiated this embarrassing scene, and I don’t mind the officers sorting it out in public where you have started it.”

Just a few minutes after this, another police car showed up and a young girl rushed up to take her place next to me with her hand in mine. The officer made sure that that scene was on his body cam. And then he began to question the girl right in front of her parents,

“Are you okay, young lady?”

“I am fine that I now have Will to protect me!”

“From these monsters in the form of parents.” She continued.

“Strong words for parents, young lady.”

So she handed some papers to him, the top one a report from C.P.S. He quickly looked up at the parents with a very upset look.”

And then he asked Mandy her age, and she passed over her State I.D. since she didn’t drive yet. He mulled that over and then asked her directly, “Has this man ever abused you or engaged you in any professional manner?”

“No sir,” she answered in a firm voice.

The officer now pulled himself up and with his ticket book in his hand and during his writing in it,” I see no basis for any action in regard to this man at this time. However, I do see actionable offenses against you two. For now, leave this home and never come back within 500 feet of it, nor into the immediate vicinity (defined as fifty feet) of him or the girl. If you violate this there will be no excuses accepted. Either or both of you will go directly to jail. Do you understand?”

They both meekly nodded, and the officer handed them a copy of the ticket and with a ‘hurrmmmph,’ he moved to his car and drove off. The couple looked at the two of us entwined in each other’s arms and then turned and walked away. Though the police respected Mandy’s desire to remain unknown as to her address, they knew the neighborhood and after again warning the parents (as they were trying to find her) to stay away from that area too, we (neither of us,) ever heard of or saw them again.

And soon afterwards she asked to come into residence with me, and I accepted. I told her that she would have to be with me until after FAMILY WEEKS, and then I would give her a bedroom, too for appearances sake. She okayed that with little thought.

On our first night alone together in my bed we were very much enjoying ourselves with me on her in ‘doggie’ with our two canine friends tied up and sitting in my bedroom comfort chair. As I gazed at them, they seemed to be saying to each other, ‘We could do that!’

And they did in a few months when Amber came into ‘heat.’ The result was five beautiful puppies who didn’t even make it out of the neighborhood as they were adopted. Soon after that they each had adjustment appointments with their vet and after healing up, they settled into a very warm doggie friendship that lasted until they both perished to our deep sadness.

Mandy and I never had any children. But, we did receive as a gift a third generation little female pup from one of the neighbors after a time of grief at the loss of Art and Amber. Ramona and Alice wandered off to ‘canoodle’ with boys about their ages, Gene prospered and eventually moved his business out of the house to a store front that I supplied rent free for the first year in one of the strip malls that I had a majority ownership of. He later moved into his own digs to be with Art when he could afford it. Maureen stayed with us until she passed away. Gene and Ike stayed as a couple for as long as I knew of it.

Eventually I got old, and Mandy got older, a little prematurely on her part. We spent a lot of time cuddled up whispering lovelies into each other’s ears. Once in a while she would favor me with a member B.J. wake up call. It seemed to make just as much pleasure for her as for me, especially if I was up to returning the favor. All of a sudden one night I was no more. She was taken care of with the residue of my own savings and planning for her, and the place was taken over by a young man that I had first met at my first FAMILY WEEKS event. He had been a five year old boy, with flashing eyes, and abundance of energy and a curiosity about everything. I didn’t know about it, because I was gone, but Mandy smiled at the shock of him finding out that he was the next generation recipient of the mystery of the mansion’s doors. All of which I had not conquered.

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