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My Uncle's Will
by ZWolfen (zwolfen@gmail.com)

***

The black sheep Uncle leaves his unknowing nephew a 
business opportunity in his will. The nephew wonders if 
his morality is up to it. (FFm, ped, bi, voy, swinger, 
beast, ws)

***

PART 1

It had been two weeks since moving into my new-to-me 
townhouse. I finally had unpacked and had furniture 
more or less where I wanted it. The new HDTV's would be 
delivered on Monday and I'd decide where the armchairs 
and sofa would go when the monitors had been set up. 
This day was for the rec center and the pool. My 
retirement hadn't gotten boring yet, but signs were 
there. I'd bought the townhouse from the widow of an 
old friend. She was moving to be closer to her kids and 
just wanted it sold. 

I'd spent four months with new paint, carpet and other 
upgrades. I wasn't yet sure I wanted to stay year-round 
in Palm Springs but this would sure work for the winter 
months. It had changed a lot. The old timers had moved 
on and the younger crowds were frequenting the new 
clubs and stores and nightlife was evident. Even the 
complex I was now a part, had a decent population of 
younger folk... at least younger than my fifty-five 
years. Ten years ago, this place would had all been the 
AARP crowd. Now they even allowed kids. "Not many lived 
there but a lot visited" ... that was part of the 
place's hype. I got a deal and will make money on it. 

I had just spread out my towel on a chaise and was 
getting comfortable when the registered letter was 
delivered. I signed for it and grinned as the mail guy 
ogled the collection of bikini gals around the pool. I 
didn't know any of them except to say, "Hi." My co-op 
President had informed me that there were a number of 
divorcees and widows in residence at the complex. There 
hadn't been many guys or couples walking around. 

The letter was from some law firm in Northern Cal. My 
uncle had died, which I knew, and left me some real 
estate, which I didn't know until then. My dad's 
younger brother had been the Black Sheep. A nice guy 
but not "responsible" by the family standards. My dad 
had often loaned him money that was never paid back but 
it never bothered my dad. I checked the property 
description that had been enclosed with the will. It 
was in Yucca Valley, about forty minutes East of Palm 
Springs. I didn't know my uncle ever lived in 
California, let alone actually seemed to have owned 
property outright. 

The description was of small strip mall with six 
business renters and one vacancy that was titled in my 
uncle's name. He had a business in his business. 
Whatever it all was, it now seemed to belong to me. 
There was a sealed letter along with the other 
documents. It was addressed to me. 

JJ-

Your Dad was always very kind and understanding to me. 
I was never able to pay back the money I owed him and 
when he passed, I was too ashamed to attend the funeral 
services. I knew you'd understand but others wouldn't. 
This property is all I have that's worth a plug nickel. 
The renters are good people and always on-time with 
their payments. The structure is in good shape. I tried 
to start a business in the one vacant shop but it never 
quite took off. Please see that the materials you find 
there are returned to the owners. It'll all be clear to 
you when you visit the store. I left a manila envelope 
for you in the back office. It has info. I hope you 
don't think ill of me for what I was going to do.

Uncle Toby

Man of few words...worrisome words at that... I was now 
really curious. I checked everything else and found the 
small, coin envelope with keys in it. It was marked 
store. Told me nothing. There was a phone number for 
the lawyer's office. May as well call. I celled the 
number inside. The sexy female voice routed me to one 
of the senior partners. He explained further but not 
quite far enough and gave me the directions to the 
little mall. I thanked him and told him I would be in 
touch when I had checked out the place. 

I decided to wait until the next day and went back out 
to the pool to ponder my new-found whatever. Running a 
shop of ANY kind was NOT an option. I'd been through 
Yucca Valley some years ago. It was itself, a strip 
city that had about four actual stoplights. Discount 
stores, gas stations and all the small town usuals... 
it reeked of boredom just driving through it. 

I vowed to try and keep an open mind as I watched the 
parade of medical marvels in bikinis wander around the 
pool. There was enough silicone to float a small navy. 
I wondered if these were the MILFs I'd read about on 
the Internet? I was just about to doze when I heard a 
soft voice. "Hi. I'm Allison. You're the new guy in 
Mrs. Davis' old place. It looks great. That's the 
nicest place in this layout. I tried to buy it a couple 
of times but Mrs. Davis wasn't ready to sell. 
Congratulations." 

I looked over my sunglasses. Allison was blocking the 
sun but I still couldn't quite make her out. I sat up 
and shook her offered hand.

"I guess I caught her at the right time. I'm John. JJ 
for short."

"Ally. Welcome to the hood." Ally was tall. Maybe five 
ten. She was also extremely attractive and well-built. 
If she had been "enhanced", it was excellent work. 
Long, strawberry hair that looked real to me. Her tiny 
bikini hid almost nothing. I caught myself ogling and 
she just smiled. "Thanks. Gal never minds the looks of 
a handsome man. May I join you?" Without waiting for a 
response, she spread her towel on the adjacent chaise 
and lay down. Her large tits moved and settled as she 
lay back. Doubtful silicone there.

I lay back and we chatted for about an hour before she 
asked me for dinner that night. I hadn't bought food 
yet so I accepted. Seven was the time. She was a decent 
cook and used fresh stuff. Sometime in there, I'd asked 
her to ride along up to Yucca the next day. No 
goodnight kiss but a road trip. Gas is like flowers.

"This is REALLY a nice ride. But if you spend much time 
in it with the top down, buy lotion in quantity. 
Likewise with sunscreen." We were on our way up to the 
high desert and Yucca Valley. I looked at Allie... for 
about the fiftieth time since I'd picked her up. Her 
skin was perfect. That I had noticed at the pool. Her 
tan was perfect... also the pool. But in something like 
real short shorts and a rotten T thing... BILF. She was 
right about having the top down on the MG. I could feel 
the moisture fleeing from every pore but the little '54 
TD was perfect for Palm Springs. At least for a scoot-
about... we were heading for camel country.

"I feel it already. How do you do it? You look... 
glowing." She tossed her loose hair and laughed.

"Not me, JJ. I get sprayed twice a month and wallow in 
SPF 9000 when I'm in the sun. The paint job is fake, 
the rest is all me. All original." 

I laughed at her car-guy thing. I wasn't really, I knew 
little about how they work and nothing when they break. 
But I can afford to have them fixed by people that do 
know those things and we appreciate what they are... 
NICE RIDES. 

It was good Ally was along...my new asset wasn't on the 
Main Drag. But it was well-maintained and the mini-
mart, ice-cream parlor, smoke shop, hair-nail salon, 
sub/pizza shop...it was all covered. The quick 
conveniences of day-to-day. My uncle's vacancy was at 
the far end. The blinds were drawn. There was nothing 
to indicate what it may have been or what it might 
become. "Video store." Ally was looking at me fumbling 
with the keys.

"What?" I finally got the right peg in the right hole.

"Video store. It's the only thing missing from this 
little collection." I got the door open and stood back 
as the hot, dry, air escaped to more hot, dry, air. I 
took a chance Uncle Toby didn't owe the mob money and 
flicked the light switch. Lime green lights went on 
around the low ceiling. There was another switch. 
"Let's leave the others off for now." Allie walked in 
and looked around. There wasn't much to see. I few 
scraps of paper, sand, which was always everywhere. The 
interior had been recently drywalled, painted and new 
electrical outlets. The green lighting looked new. 

It was ready for whatever it was supposed to do. One 
change was being checked out by Allie. The back office 
looked overly large for such a smallish space. She 
clicked on the green ceiling light as we walked in. 
There was a plain but sturdy desk and generic office 
chair. Ally walked to the desk and picked up the large, 
manila envelope. "It's for you." She tossed it to me 
and it was hefty. 

I sat on the edge of the desk. The seal was good so I 
slit it with my pocket knife. I pulled the stack of 
papers out and set them on the desk. There was a sealed 
#10 envelope on top. open first was written on it. Ally 
had walked back out side as I opened the envelope and 
blew the sand off the chair before sitting. It was one 
page, folded and handwritten in my Uncle's printing...

JJ..glad you made it this far. Before you explore 
further, the contents of the envelope, there's a button 
under the front of the desk. Push it and it'll make the 
rest easier to understand...Toby

"Something's weird..." Ally walked back in and I handed 
her the letter. I slid the chair forward and looked 
before feeling. Desert critters can bite you and it 
hurts. I saw the button... she finished reading, "this 
office is too small. Where's the rest of it?" I pushed 
the button and a well-concealed door opened behind me. 
"Bitchen!" Ally walked in as I admired the 
craftsmanship of the door set-up. I followed as she 
turned on a light...neon overheads. "I WAS RIGHT!!!" 
The small room had four, floor-to-ceiling, shelves. 
Only one of the four had videos...one shelf had DVD's. 
Nothing visible as to what. 

"They all just have numbers... looks library-like... or 
my PIN." Ally would have a 12-digit PIN. "Hey. Check 
this." I joined her in the very back corner at the end 
of empty shelves. It was another door. It looked steel, 
fireproof security thing. "I'll bet you drinks and 
dinner in this wonderful sandbox town...That door opens 
into the place next door... the hair/nail salon." She 
was right. The door had a deadbolt lock... with a 
number pad key. "Speaking of PINS." I went back into 
the bigger room. Ally followed, turning off the neon. 

"I have no clue what this is all about. I'll find out 
but would you mind staying up here tonight? I'll be 
happy to drive you back if you want... it's all 
downhill." Ally grinned and pulled her cell phone from 
her "REALDEAL" cleavage. She flicked and pressed. 

"Hank... Ally. You too... I'm in town with a friend. We 
need a place for one... maybe two nights. In the 
corner, in the dark, babycakes...OH! And I need your 
garage, Sam. Please... you're sweet... to Max, too." 
Press-flick. "Listen, hon. This is family stuff you're 
doing. If you're gonna wine and dine me and we're 
pitching tent... this BYLF needs a few things... 
Gimme." She held out her hand. 

"BYLF?"

"Bitch You'd Like to Fuck... gimme the keys." I looked 
into her green eyes, handing her the keys. "Thanks. 
It's nice to know you trust me. I'll get a cab. I'll 
drive it some other time. The Desert Palm is East on 
Main... about two blocks. Hank'll take care of the 
baby." Handing me back the keys, she kissed my dry 
cheek, "I'll get plenty of lotion." She left the door 
ajar on exit, cellphone to ear. The rear view was good, 
too and she was right... BILF. 

I left the whatever and locked the door. Ally was 
getting into a cab as I walked to the mini-mart. No ice 
meant beer instead of gin and tonic and I got a 6-pack 
along with a waaaay over-priced box of trash bags. Back 
at the whatever, I figured out that all the power was 
on and the phone line was live. Figuring out the 
computerized A/C controls, I set it for low and blow... 
the unit was also a humidifier. Uncle Toby had spent 
some money. Sitting in the office, I popped a top and 
waited for a little cool before my paperwork. What had 
Toby been fucking with that might make me think "ill" 
of him? I never thought much about him at all!

It was almost five before I made it to the motel. Hank 
was enamored of the MG and gladly offered his garage to 
shield it from the always blowing sand. He handed me 
the other key to the suite and said Ally was already 
there. I had a lot on my mind. I had the big, manila 
envelope and papers with me in a trash bag along with 
randomly chosen VHS tapes and a couple of DVD's. I also 
took my laptop from behind the seat. It could play the 
DVD's if the place no longer had a tape player. 

Hank said the ice machine was just down the hall so I 
stopped and filled a plastic bucket to go with the 
Bombay Gin and Schweppes's tonic from the package 
store. I had also picked up some decent glasses... 
still plastic but sturdy and holding more than two 
ounces. My hands were full so I kicked firmly on the 
suite door. Ally opened it and took the bag of booze. 
"Provisions. I like a man who provides for his mate." 
Ally was wearing what I guessed to be a big, multi-
colored scarf, tied over one shoulder like a sarong on 
the ROAD TO BALI. 

Dorothy Lamour never looked as good. I set the ice and 
glasses on the bar. The suite was spacious but minimal 
in appointments. "I got you some stuff. It's on the 
bed. Take a shower. I'll bring you a drink." I looked 
at her. Nothing to suggest that she was concerned at 
what I might have discovered among all the papers. I 
didn't know if I had issues with her or not.

Ally had laid out some new khaki shorts, decent cotton 
shirts and a package of underwear. A small package of 
travel-sized toiletries was also there. I wondered how 
she knew about my underwear? The sizes were correct. 
The shower felt great and I was covered in soap when I 
sensed the shower door open. "Your drink is on the 
counter. Also a bottle of lotion. Use it." I heard the 
door close. I would save the questions for after 
dinner.

Dinner was edible. Ally got more than her share of 
stares. She'd added heeled sandals to the scarf/sarong 
and it made her legs even more fantastic. The sarong 
hinted she might be naked underneath but never shifted 
enough to prove it. We were on the small patio, outside 
the suite, sipping Jack Daniels which Ally had bought. 
Her long legs were crossed and the slit in the sarong 
left her bare to the hip. Proof enough for me.

"I never knew my uncle Toby that well. I have no clue 
why he left that place to me. I went through the 
papers. I think I have it figured out but if I'm right, 
you already know what it's about...Is there a reason 
you never said something?" Ally sipped her drink and 
looked at me. She set down the glass and uncrossed her 
legs. I was treated to an unobstructed view of her 
baby-smooth pussy. I stared and she didn't care.

"We didn't know you, either. I decided to wait and see 
what you would do. I didn't have keys for the store. I 
knew it was up here but I'd never been there. Hank knew 
but I didn't really care at first. We needed to get 
inside. You know why. Toby was a decent guy. The idea 
was mine and he went along with it. You can be pissed 
at me but not him." I still wasn't sure if I was pissed 
or not. "I'm impressed you seem to have figured it 
out... now what?" I wasn't sure I had figured it out... 
and I sure as hell didn't know what?

"Let me make sure I have figured this out before I 
answer that." Ally stood, offering another view and 
poured us a drink and fresh ice. When she sat, her legs 
were once again apart. She knew and so did my cock. Her 
expression was neutral. I began my re-cap. Toby was 
getting into some sort of video porn thing. Not just 
the usual adult video crap... he was doing custom 
videos. 

Part of the paperwork was an inventory list. It matched 
the numbers on the tapes and DVD's. I'd figured that 
the first three digits indicated the person who was 
concerned with the tape or DVD. The list referred to 
another sheet that gave a list of initials and 
addresses and phone numbers. I had noticed that a lot 
of the addresses were in the condo complex that Ally 
and I lived and her address and initials jibed. She 
knew. 

There was also a "key" that provided a code to the vid 
contents. I never considered myself a prude. I pretty 
much had the outlook that if it was "consensual and no 
one got hurt, do it if it feels good." The key 
indicated that a variety of "alternative lifestyles" 
were subjects of the videos. Unless I was way out in 
left field without a mitt, they included incest, under-
age kids, bi-sexual involvement and even animals. A 
couple of the keys I hadn't a clue. I wasn't shocked or 
appalled. Confused about my uncle but I wasn't a 
chimp... I knew there was a market for such things. 

The Internet was a godsend to the adult industry like 
any other industry. Renting a video had been as much as 
I had been involved in the industry. That and some web 
browsing. Toby was getting into marketing... as was 
Ally and some others. I concluded my re-cap. Ally 
freshened our drinks but this time, before she sat 
down, she undid the knot on the sarong and laid it on 
her chair. Naked except for her heeled sandals, she sat 
back down, her legs apart. I relished the view and my 
cock stirred some more.

"You have it, at least most of it. It was my idea. 
Well... me and a couple of the other sluts at the 
complex. I ran into Toby at a bar in the Springs. He 
was cool and told me about the store. I was the one 
that suggested the rest. That door in the back does 
open to the hair/nail salon. It's a small video studio 
and duplicating equipment. Let me see the tapes and 
DVD's you brought." I retrieved the random selections 
and handed them to her, not being shy at ogling her 
nude, great bod. She looked at the coded numbers. "Get 
your laptop, we'll watch this one and you can decide." 

She had selected one of the DVD's. I set up my laptop 
on the table and inserted the disk. I moved my chair so 
she could see the 17" screen but she moved to sit on my 
lap. I felt her naked ass squirming on my stirring 
cock. "It's nice to share." She kissed me lightly as I 
pressed the PLAY button. "No jokes about the credits. 
We made improvements since this one. It's all about 
content, not flash and effects." One effect was making 
my cock hard.

The video was definitely "amateur". The picture quality 
was above average in my limited opinion. The content I 
hadn't seen before. The first scene was Ally and 
another woman. They were both naked and did a lesbian 
thing with tongues, fingers and fists and toys. Before 
it ended, Ally had me remove my shorts and underwear. 
She nestled back into my lap with my hard cock resting 
on her damp pussy as the next scene started. 

This one also had Ally and the same woman but this 
time, they were joined by a large dog. He looked to be 
a Golden Retriever. He was definitely a "he" as the 
women stroked his sheath and began sucking his cock as 
it emerged. They both sucked him and made a show for 
the camera by taking his pre-cum spurts on their 
tongues and swallowing. The Ally got on all fours and 
her partner helped the dog to mount her. He fucked her 
like a machine as she moaned with pleasure. Her gal pal 
licked her asshole and at the fluids dripping from her 
stretched cunt. The dog yelped and even I knew he was 
shooting his load into Alley's cunt. Her pal sucked out 
the doggie juice as the cock popped free and then they 
helped the dog lick his cock clean. My cock was on the 
verge. 

The next scene came up and Ally shifted, slowly taking 
my cock into her dripping cunt. "One more scene." I had 
my own scene about to play as well. I felt her cunt 
muscles massaging my shaft. The last scene again had 
Alley. This time, her partners were two girls... maybe 
ten or so, also naked. The "plot" was the older Ally 
teaching the young girls about girl-on-girl sex. 
Smooth, pre-teen pussies were licked and fingered and 
Ally was licked and fisted by both girls. It ended with 
both girls squatting and peeing into Ally's open mouth. 
My cock filled her cunt with my orgasm as she squirmed 
and gushed her own juices. 

My cock softened and slid from her cunt. Ally tossed 
the melted ice from her glass onto the patio and stood 
up. Facing me, she bent her knees and handed me the 
glass. "Hold this." I took the glass and as if I'd done 
it before, held the glass under her dripping pussy. She 
used her hands to massage her taut belly and my cum and 
her sex juices ran out of her cunt and into the glass. 
She used her fingers to retrieve the last drops and 
licked them clean. 

"Thanks." She took the glass and set it on the table 
before going to her knees to lick and suck my cock 
clean. Then she stood and downed the contents of the 
glass, including wiping the cloudy coating from the 
inside with her fingers and licking them clean. "Your 
cum is good. That pretty much showed you what we we're 
up to... I have my gal pals at the complex and we use 
their kids or in some cases, grandkids, to play. The 
dog is one of four we use. One of them belongs to Hank. 
He knows it all and often watches us. We come up here 
every so often to do shows for him and a few of his 
buddies. 

We don't do it for the money, although Toby thought we 
could make a LOT of it. We do it because we like it and 
we were doing videos of our playtime and exchanging 
them with people before I even met Toby. It got bigger 
when he introduced me to Kim... Kim Chou... she owns 
the hair salon and now we have added her and kids she 
knows in our play. It was her idea to set up the small 
studio in her place to be able to do videos there. It's 
up to you, JJ. I can make sure all the vids get back to 
the right people if that's what you want. Those are the 
Masters. We didn't know demand. We're going to continue 
doing what we like whether you want to join in or not. 
The videos add to the sexual rush. The money is 
incidental." 

She picked up the glass again and held it between her 
legs. Her piss stream almost filled it. Then she looked 
right at me as she slowly drank it down... as if it 
were white wine, not yellowish piss. 

"Of course you can turn us all in to the Man and walk 
away." I looked back at her. I stood up and pulled her 
to me. We played tonsil hockey with our tongues as I 
felt her tits and hard nipples. She rubbed her still 
wet pussy on my cock as we kissed and groped. Stepping 
back, I poured another round.

"No promises but let's see how it goes. I'll get you a 
set of keys for the store." I felt both angst and 
arousal. I was too old to do serious time for illegal 
porn. But I wasn't too old to enjoy it. Ally came over 
and hugged me not with lust but with... 

"Let's go to bed." Who slept where in the suite was 
solved. We nestled and I was asleep before Ally could 
distract me...if she even bothered to try. 

***

Morning dawned. I was already up. I'd left Ally to 
sleep after admiring her relaxed figure with long hair 
spread over the pillow in the morning sun. She looked 
"angelic"- not perverted. I wondered, as I made coffee, 
if I was now a pervert? There was a knock... it was 
Hank with brown bags of something.

"Breakfast. Ally ordered it last night." He turned and 
left. Ally was coming out of the bedroom as I went to 
the bar. She looked amazing. Her hair was glowing and 
disheveled. WILD CHILD and sexy. I poured her coffee 
and she dug into the bags. Fresh bagels, cream cheese 
and salmon lox. She didn't look ... naked. The body oil 
enhanced what was already good. 

"JJ... if you want, you can drive back today. I'm going 
to stay and go over some things with Hank. I'll need 
the new keys. He'll drive me back." I had no reason to 
wonder. "I want you to take all the vids back with you 
until we find out what we're going to do." My day was 
planned as she went to her knees to suck my cock. I 
filled her mouth with cum and she swallowed it 
greedily. "Here. I called her already. It's Natalie... 
Nat. She was the other slut in the video. The kids were 
hers'. Call her when you get back." She handed me a 
slip of paper with Natalie's name and phone. "She's my 
cohort in a lot of this. Here..." I took a bite of the 
bagel. 

The MG was much happier driving back down to Palm 
Springs. I had a couple of trash bags of stuff in the 
foot-well and was trying to figure out if what I was 
thinking might also be trash. One thing was sure, Uncle 
Toby didn't dream this one up. He didn't have the 
imagination. Neither did I. But it sure had 
attractions. I needed more than my laptop before I made 
a rash decision. I didn't tell Allison about the other 
DVD I'd found. My laptop didn't have the software. My 
desktop did. May as well enjoy the drive, meet Nat and 
then see what the DVD was about. I had a hunch but was 
I the shell or the pea in Ally's Enterprises? 

I felt cooler after the shower and prescribed oiling. 
It bugged me that I hadn't noticed Natalie and her kids 
at the complex... but then I hadn't been to the 
complex... just my complexities that had me make a 
call. I was careful not to drip on the paper. "Hi, JJ. 
It's Nat... hang on... kids... quiet... back...The slut 
said you'd call." 

"Nice to meet you...my compliments." she was excellent 
DVD content.

"Whoa... no biggie... listen. Ally wanted me to tell 
you that she programmed hers and my number into your 
cell. I know where you live. It's a ten minute walk. 
Wanna come over for a dip and sip?" If for no other 
reason, to find out what it was.

"Sure...can I..."

"Nope. Ally gave me your e-mail. I'll send you 
directions. Dress brief." Lost signal or hung up. I did 
the latter and went to brief. I still hadn't unpacked 
the disc. I had mail...and an attachment... the 
directions and a TRUE Kodak Moment of her in her 
bikini... one of her many and varied bikinis as the 
attachment was a folder of her posing in the them. 

I remembered her now. She had been with different co-
stars when I saw her at the pool parade. Nat walked a 
lot faster than me. But I was also looking around and 
trying not to trip over unfamiliar curbs, ramps and 
"botanical emergents" roots. I felt less naked at the 
pool. Twenty minutes later, I approached one of the 
newest, high rises. Four floors was max when Rose's was 
built. I was ground floor-corner, quaint patio and 
pots...I keep it for Rose. Nat's was twice the 
footprint... and eight floors. 

It turned out that "brief" meant the time to undress. 
Natalie answered the door naked. This time I recognized 
her from the DVD. "C'mon in, it's cooler... clothing 
optional. The girls are around someplace." I watched 
her nice butt as it led the way. Someplace was a lot 
bigger than my place. The dip was us getting into the 
option-free, master bath-tub. Made me ponder the 
previous Master as I got into the...just a tad-over-
cool, idly bubbling water. But it didn't feel like 
water water. "My ex said it was vinaigrette. He was an 
ass. It's a mineral oil/water, mixture. The system is 
total lied sealed and can be adjusted to suit as it 
were. My ass... ex... never got that. I thought this 
would feel good after the desert. Alley says you do 
good oil." The sip was a generous G&T, "Bombay... Alley 
said it had to be Bombay."

"Alley has said a lot. I saw you last night on the DVD 
but didn't recognize you...I did in the pics and..." I 
paused as the lights dimmed.

"Programmed. Another accessory that was ass over... 
over ex's head."

"Nice. I thought it was the drugs. Excellent beverage. 
Do you own the building or just the ground floor?" Nat 
did a great spit-take. Someplace was a LOT bigger than 
my place.

"It's a mutt. Ass... erector less.. ex was one of the 
partners when they did this phase. You're in the first 
phase. I now own two-thirds of the ground floor. Ass... 
ex's ass... ex secretary owns the other third. It used 
to belong to ass... ex's ass... ex partner. Set your 
drink on the edge for a sec." Bath toys? 

"I never liked boats in the tub. I never really liked 
baths in the bath tub...shower me. This building would 
normally have had six, three-bedroom, 3.5 baths and a 
combined out-door area of... a lot of outdoor area. 
This place is a BIG place! This liquid...both liquids 
are elixirs..." I set down my glass. She pushed some 
buttons and the "whatever makes the water-like, tub-
fill", do what it does, did a few things at once. It 
went to ice-smooth calm amazingly fast first. 

"Adjustments and options. If you just lay back and 
relax, you'll float. I have a duck." I liked Nat. We 
scissored her legs over mine and made a diamond. It 
gave me a whole new slant  to "diving into second". 
Before I could voice it, I was afloat. "Changed the 
buoyency of the solution. Like in the Dead Sea or 
whatever...only a lot less salt. Just a pinch..." Nat 
pinched her hardening nipple. "Ally said... we 
talked... she likes you. For whatever... I met Rose 
when my ass... ex... was shoving this monument through 
zoning. Rose is why ass... ex... is 'kiss my ass'." She 
used yummy visual aids. "She knew this area was 
changing... great stories... just so you know...I do it 
because I like doing it. The girls like doing it. I 
showed Ally about dogs. Hank was one of the subs on 
this building... contractors." She responded to my 
thought pun. "I used his dog first. Jake...the dog... 
came to work with him and sat on the tool box in his 
pick-up. Hank's a hick but he's a gentleman and knows 
all the locals... anyway... that was ten years ago. I 
hold the record for this phase... longevity... also 
dogs... Listen..."

I looked at her long fingers and heard.

"What? The tub?" Nat was not amused. Then I heard it. 
Little people noises. They weren't my little people so 
I didn't know what it meant. 

"It's the girls. I told them they had to wait to meet 
you until we had a chance to talk. We had the chance 
and a talk, just not about them."

"It's a BIG tub." Nat grinned and bent her knees, 
crossing her ankles. It looked like she was floating... 
the old Hindu image.

"The slut and I like to do this with a lot of make-
up... its fun to watch. It's our 'slutty carpet ride' 
routine." I moved my legs to one side... my knees get 
the bends when I bend them. 

"You have routines? Takin the show on the road are we?" 
Nat winked and wiggled her tits. 

"Ok babies. No splashing. This isn't bathtime." The two 
girls from the DVD walked gently to the tub. They had 
been watching from the door behind me. As they sat on 
the edge, their ripe pussies were displayed. "Wait a 
sec, girls. Let me adjust a couple of things. Say hi 
and show JJ your pussies." I looked at Nat and she 
winked.

"Hi, JJ. I'm Keri..." she put her feet on the edge of 
the tub and parted her pussy petals with her fingers. A 
rose is...

"I'm Jackie.." another rose. Nat was enjoying the 
introductions. Her knees were bent and she was rubbing 
her own rose. 

"Go ahead. They taste yummy." I knew rose petals were 
edible. I took turns licking at the little pussies. Nat 
was right. They put their tiny feet on my shoulders as 
I licked and tongued them. Natalie paddled over and 
joined me. "Watch. She slowly put two fingers of each 
hand into the tight, teenlette openings. The girls slid 
forward to take more. No wonder so many accidents 
happen in the home. "You can fuck them later. Let them 
suck you off and I'll show you around outside." I sat 
back and the water babies made their mother proud with 
their deep throat skills. I toasted the performance 
with my cum and they drank up. They cuddled with their 
mom and played with Nat's nipples. "I've got a decent 
DVD of them milking me...let's get a drink." The babies 
led the way to the kitchen. It was a long walk. The 
girls got some sort of "health-cicles" and permission 
to "go watch vids."

I got a fresh drink and a tour. It was big. "Let's go 
outside." Still naked, we went out onto the grass...it 
wasn't grass... good, fake grass. It was low-lit around 
the high-fenced perimeter. It was a no mooner night and 
our 40W seemed the only other light. The night biters 
noticed too. "Let's walk." .Nat stayed to the fence 
side and as my eyes adjusted, I saw the layout. This 
long-side of the fenced grounds was totally one inside 
the fence. "It's how the I got the variant to put up 
the higher fence..."we" essentially owned it all... 
speaking of we..." we...she and me... had just rounded 
the corner. We approached a well-lit, well-built, naked 
woman, lying under the well-lights as if moon-
tanning..."This creature of the night is Stashya...
genuine Russian bride... You know, Stash...for a night 
person, you seem drawn to the light...are you a moth?"

Nat nudged me and we moved to either side of the prone 
light focus. Stash slowly spread her legs and put her 
feet on the fake grass. Maybe it was the lights. The 
only flaw- it was shitty light for staring.

"Speaking of old bats... the bed at the rec center is 
bulbing out. This is mine. The new guy?" I was being 
squinted at. I wasn't squinting.

"Stashya...JJ...JJ...Stashya." We leaned to the other 
and shook...she just hands...me?... other places too. 
"Yup. Stash, here, was born in Moscow, Russia, U.S.S. 
of R. Cold-war baby..." Stash had returned to her 
basking as Nat's biologue continued...she began to do 
to herself what I wanted her to do to herself..."Our 
Stash wasn't cold for long. Four...four year-old Stash, 
here, lost her cherry to her gymnastics coach while the 
wife watched"...Stash had four fingers in her cunt as 
she scissored her legs and glared at Nat..."Red Slut 
was being groomed for the Olympics. She won a 
gold...even an Olympic Gold"...using her other hand, 
Stash was assaulting her impressive clit...her abs were 
more impressive...she was softly grunting as she 
glared..."Look at that gut...no fat-slut commie 
here...hard bod...watch."

Nat reached down and slowly began to twist Stash's 
right nipple...leaning over...they were nose-to-nose...
eye-to-eye...Nat unblinking...Stash glaring and 
snarling..."watch...her cunt..." I tore my eyes 
from the glare-down as Stash opened her mouth...Nat's 
spit was running in as I then focused on the busy 
intersection...Stash's legs went stiff...her fist 
popped from her cunt and a stream worthy of a lawn 
commercial spurted from the well-stretched sprinkler.

Two more followed..."She won a gold medal for that 
when she was eleven."...Nat straightened up and took 
a gulp of her drink... "Have a nice night, Stash." 
This part of the tour was over...I heard a breathy
voice.

"You're still jealous, capitalist cum cunt...nice 
meeting you, JJ."

"I am."

"Am what?" We had made the lap and were nearing one of 
the many sliding doors to Nat's Nest. 

"Jealous. I'd loved to squirt like that. It's 
delicious. She swears it was sex olympics for the 
Russian Olympic Team. One of many girls and some 
boys..varying ages...they were provided, on request, to 
any athlete or athletes for anything...Look..." Nat had 
lowered her voice as we entered the house and quietly 
into the TV room..."The little sluts are watching 
themselves."...My eyes adjusted and my view was the 
girls...they were on the floor, leaning against the 
sofa..knees up and spread as they fingered themselves. 
I looked at the flat-screen TV. It was the girls...and 
a large Retriever. They were taking turns sucking his 
cock..."That was the first time they swallowed dog cum. 

They'd always been fucked and lick it out...they watch 
this all the time and have it timed perfect." We edged 
our way closer and a better angle. Nat had her drink in 
one hand and my cock in the other.. It all happened at 
once. The dog on the vid began squirting into the 
girls' open mouths as those same girls, in the room, 
spasmed on their own fists in orgasm. "We still need to 
talk...it's 7ish. Ally said...we talked...if you 
want... we can eat-in and video-conference with her 
later... She wants you to call." The girls had crawled 
over and were fingering their mom's cunt as she stroked 
my hard-on over their open mouths. Not one filling. 
Maybe the cum I was spurting into their mouths had 
dental benefits. This whole scene kept piling up 
benefits. I needed to see that disc before talking to 
Ally. 

"Make you a deal...call Napoli...tell Berto it's for me 
and order what you want. Have it delivered here. I'll 
be back by video time...say ten...don't hold dinner, 
honey." My exit would have made Ally laugh. Nat wasn't 
sure. Cafe Napoli was a holdover. Berto made the 
transition from the old to the new with excellent food 
and adding delivery. The need to view the disk was 
causing me to miss a good meal. Whatever was on it 
better be shattering.

Stirred, not shattered, I got back to Nat's Nest thirty 
minutes before our techno-chat. I'd done a couple and 
wasn't a fan. Naked Nat handed me a drink as I did the 
drawers. "There's coffee in the studio. You'll probably 
need both."...I followed the rear. 

"Studio? That wasn't on our little tour."... I managed 
to pull along side and sip.

"Office...studio...lounge...tonight it's sorta?...you 
walked right by it." Nat stopped and pressed something 
and as I had seen before, a door slid open. Still 
impressive work. Nat led and lit the large room. I 
grasped some of what it all did and was almost ready to 
ask...

"Hi, JJ. Like Nat's Nook?" I swiveled my chair to the 
correct monitor. Ally looked...good. 

"Hiya kid...can I sand you anything?" The audio wasn't 
up to the moan. Nat set coffee and a fresh drink on a 
tray. 

"I'll be close unless you say other"...

"Either?"

"Other. TTFN, Al." Ally had my attention and 
"shattered" was still an option. I only wanted to know 
what Ally knows she knows and how much she thinks she 
knows. It was harder via vid. I hadn't seen all...but 
for now... I'd seen enough. Ally alert.

"Wait a sec..let me move and switch cameras... My tour 
isn't like Nat's."...the screen flicked and spasmed and 
Ally was on a bed, naked except for some headphone 
thing. "Can you hear me, JJ?" 

"Five-by-Five, [Sig Weaver]...

"Cute. This is other side of the door... I'll do a pan 
in a minute...I have a remote...we do different stuff 
with this room. Among them, hourly rental...we pay 
Madam Chou for the space and such."

"Hush."

"What?" she wiggled her earpice and so her tits.

"HUSH! I have questions."

"No need to shout." She did pouty.

"Bite-me. Needless to say, I haven't gone over all of 
it. Nat was helpful in defining 'it'...

"There's more."

"More what?"

"It. More it. It's this. We have more of this. Tell me 
to do something."...

"Hush-up."

"Something else." 

"I met Stashya." Ally lay back and frame-centered 
herself. From some source, Nat's narration was the 
audio. I let it go on a bit for the aesthetic.

"How much more of that?"

"What? This?"...her fist disappeared. "How much you 
want?" I was getting testy...not with Ally..the damn 
video feed or whatever. The audio wasn't bad. 

"Fuck yourself...not me, right now...how many more 
whatever that space is or does do you have?" Showtime, 
ladies.

"It depends." She slowly pulled her fist from her hole. 
Licking it clean and giving me her show. It was the 
show I'd been waiting for. It took her fifteen minutes. 
The stupid clock in the corner. I was trapped. 

"It's not polite to talk and lick. So besides the 
singles, we can sub-divide Nat's place?" I knew when I 
said it Nat hated it. She wasn't big on construction 
metaphors. 

"She didn't like it when Toby said it. You have 
enough?" Did she know I knew that? Ally sat, one knee 
up and lit a cigarette. I had plenty. How much more did 
she have? 

"Until this whole estate thing has some paperwork and 
is red-tape proof, the video sales stuff stops. You can 
still make them but for now, just the storefronts and 
room rents. Natalie's place on hers' and my approval. 
Anything else?" I wasn't sure if she looked surprised. 
I didn't care. I had enough. If not surprised, 
certainly hesitant..."No?...Call me tomorrow." I lost 
signal/hung-up...I was pretty sure she knew which.

I turned the chair...taking the offered drink. "Not bad 
for your first time."...this drink would require a 
second and enough more to toast my third time vid-con a 
third time. I had enough...enough what? "There was one 
hitch in her getta-long." 

"I'm tired. Don't make me ask."

"Getta-long... her gait, flow, story... never 
mind...she just forgot." Nat was doing her own fishing. 

"I'll take you shoe-shopping." That was my last ace.

"You said no video sales but keep the rooms rented. A 
lot of the room rent is selling the videos of what goes 
on when the room is rented."

"The renters buy the video. Done and done. I'm more 
tired."

"The renters buy A video...not THE video. That's why I 
haven't done it here. The cameras are all installed. I 
hate all the recording crap." I went over to the sofa. 

"I'm most tired. No guarantees I'll remember anything 
from here." I closed my eyes. Nat's bedtime story 
continued.

"The customer pays the extra for the video tape...he 
writes something on the label and watches it go into 
the machine. Customer receives tape after witnessing 
it's ejection from the machine as he exits the 
room...is impressed he's not asked to wait." I mumbled 
about me even knowing about hard drive recording. 

"Not one customer has ever questioned or asked. There's 
over two hundred hours of customer video." I stopped 
descending. "It just sort of happened. The selling. We 
get the re-con tapes for a buck in a plastic vac-pac. 
The customer pays $100 a head for a one hour video. 
That's without extras. We have two that went for one 
thousand." The math, wondering what "extras" were and 
plane old fatigue overcame the pause in my descent. I 
remember thinking I mumbled, "Tomorrow..."

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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