A Boy and his Dungeon XIX

XIX:

I located a contractor that specialized in brick and stone work. The promised to send someone around. I didn’t want to open a hole in the wall from the inside myself. I was afraid of causing the wall to collapse. Of course, everyone had to go up and take a look at the stonework in the pit. Speculation ran wild about the ‘new room’.

The mason set up bright work lights and examined the wall in minute detail. He was able to trace out an old arched opening that had been sealed off with stones. Once it was pointed out I could see the tiny variations in the old and newer stone. He agreed to come back remove the sealing stones and make sure the rest of the wall was sound. He strongly advised against installing the lift through the roof of the new room as well.

Jennifer, Jill and Claudia cornered me and dragged me to my father’s office. Claudia had been working there because there was a desk and a phone. I didn’t like the room because there were many things there that reminded me of Father. They worked their way around the room. For every item that wasn’t a shelved book or furniture I had to decide between ‘keep’ or ‘store’. Items to be stored went into cardboard cartons. In a surprisingly short time the room was stripped of all painful reminders. Claudia suggested that updating the furniture would complete the conversion to my office. There were a couple of inside rooms that were used for storage. I grabbed a carton and led the way. Seized by an idea, we went to Mother’s work room. It had been intended as a counterpart to Father’s office, but had gone from that to sewing room to a cluttered place to put things out of sight. The sewing machine when folded into it’s cabinet made a passable desk. I told them to clear it out and it could become Claudia’s office.

They happily went to work while I moved boxes of my papers and plans into my office. They caught me there and dragged me to the master bedroom. All personal items including all the clothes were packed away there as well. They stripped my room and moved me in. All in all they spent most of the day making this my house rather than Mother and Father’s house.

“In a year or so,” said Claudia, “you can go through all that stuff and decide what to keep and what to discard.”

I kept back one picture of Mother, Father, and myself as a baby in my mother’s arms. I placed in a niche in the living room. The feel of the entire house was changed. I gathered the girls in a group hug, thanking them.

“Now, come with me.” Claudia said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the master bedroom. She pushed me back onto the bed and climbed up to sit on my chest.

“I’m going to thank you for my office.” she said, “Are you going to take it like a man or do I need to yell for help?”

“You say that like I have a choice.” I said and threw her to the bed and straddled her, pinning her arms to her side with my knees.

I edged her shirt up to expose her breasts. I massaged them and playfully tweaked her nipples as she struggled to free herself.

“You bastard!” she said, “just wait till I get loose.”

laughing, I rolled off of her, pulling her up to kiss. While she returned the kiss I pushed her shorts and panties down and fingered her hairless slit. She broke the kiss long enough to remove her shirt. Then while trying to suck my tongue out of my head started working on my shirt buttons. I grabbed her ass cheeks, just over a handful each and pulled her up until I could run my tongue through her slit. She moaned softly as I licked and nibbled at her slit and clit. She let herself fall sideways then scrambled around to straddle my face while she worked art my belt and zipper. I wrapped my arms around her narrow hips and gave her the tongue lashing she deserved. She pulled my cock free and began to suck me. I rolled us over and continued driving my tongue into her pussy while making short strokes into her mouth. She worked my pants down to my knees. I worked my arms from under her and got rid of my shirt. She started raising her head to take my cock deeper into mouth and throat.