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The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual
relationships.  If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or
otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.*

*  *  *

*Cynthia Martin Part 8 of 8*

*Copyright (c) By Morgan, 1991, 2001*

The first five parts of this book show a total of six parts. 
You'll notice that it's now up to eight.  The reason is -- as you
will see in this part -- the book takes a turn and really becomes
the start of a different book altogether.  I was going to
truncate it and pick up the balance in a subsequent book. 
However, it turned out not to be possible.  As noted below, this
is part of the Ali Clifford saga.  What this means is that
characters recur in other books and reference is made to events
in them as well.  Anyway, it's longer than I intended, and it
does stop rather abruptly.  Sorry about that.

Please note the original copyright date.  This story was
basically written ten years ago.  As a result, you will likely
find obsolete references.  I'm afraid you'll just have to live
with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and
greatest.

This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and is a sequel to --
and much longer than -- _Call Girls._  If you haven't read it, I
urge you to do so.  Without having read it, the actions in the
first few pages will not make any sense.

Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_.  The
reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a
word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my
intent.  Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold
face.  If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of
things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there.

More of my works are posted on my site <www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Morgan/www> 
If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at
<morg105829@aol.com.>  My books are now also being posted on
<www.storiesonline.net> although at this writing there are fewer
of them than on my site.

*  *  *

*Chapter 62*

It was late Friday night when Vangie awakened from a sound sleep
in her darkened bedroom.  For an instant she couldn't figure out
what had awakened her, and then she heard Kris give a soft cry
and clutch at her in her sleep.  Vangie was sleeping on her side
with Kris in her arms.  Gently, she ran her hands over the young
girl's shoulders and could feel her shaking when she did. 
Keeping her voice very low she whispered, "Kris?  Kris,
darling..."

The girl murmured and spoke as if still asleep, "God, please
don't make me stay here another night!  I want my mother so
badly!"  Then her words were mixed with unintelligible sounds so
Vangie could no longer tell if the girl was trying to say
something or not.  The first thing Kris had done when they
returned to the Stewart's the evening before was to jump into the
shower while the lovely suit she had been wearing was left
downstairs waiting to go to the cleaners.  It might even be
necessary to replace it because it stank so much of the jail. 
She was afraid the odors would never come out.

_It's so typical of Kris,_ she thought. _In the courtroom the
girl had been so poised and self-assured, it was easy to forget
how young she really is.  It's now so clear that her experience
in the jail for two days was far more frightening than she had
previously let on.  God, thank You,_ she prayed, _for bringing me
such a living angel!_

Vangie realized the girl's body was now utterly perfect.  Her
thighs and pelvis were already fully developed and were very
womanly and feminine.  Even her breasts, although not yet fully
sized, were perfect in shape with lovely pink nipples that stood
up so proudly.

Vangie squeezed the girl harder and whispered, "Kris!  Kristin,
honey?" louder, this time.  She was holding the girl tightly and
was prepared for her initial struggles that immediately followed
as she awakened.  "It's all over, darling," her mother said
softly. "No one will hurt you again... ever!"

Now Kris realized where she was.  She tried to wriggle even
closer to her mother, molding her slender body to Vangie's.  "I
was having a bad dream, Mom.  I'm awfully sorry I woke you up!"

Giving her another squeeze, she replied, "I'm not!  I'm not sorry
at all, Kris.  You can't know how wonderful it feels to be able
to protect you, honey.  While you were having your bad dream --
you dreamt you were still in that stinking jail -- I was
reminding myself that you're really still only a little girl. 
And that's despite your medical and legal knowledge coupled with
the way you took apart that insufferable bitch in the courtroom
today.

"Honey, parents want the opportunity to protect their children. 
We want you to come and snuggle when you're scared or sick or
hurt.  Do you understand?  It's a part of being a parent... the
very best part.  We want to feel needed sometimes."

Vangie felt Kris's sweet lips on hers followed by the loveliest
kiss she could ever remember.  She just kissed the girl back
while hugging her tightly and heard her sigh with pleasure. 
"Mommy, how did I ever get to be so lucky?  You can't know what
you do to me and for me.  I give you nothing but trouble and you
give me everything in the world.  Isn't there anything I can do
for you and Dad?  Anything at all?"

Vangie kissed her again and smelled the wonderfully clean and
fresh odor of her body.  It was a smell of sweetness and youth. 
"Darling, you just don't understand.  You can't believe what it's
like for me to just hold you in my arms the way I am now. Kristin
Bradley, you're a feast for the senses."  She kissed her again
and said, "Are you ready to go back to sleep now?"  The girl just
snuggled even closer and murmured.  Soon, Vangie could feel her
body relax in sleep.

* * *

The wedding the next day in Deerfield was a lovely ceremony
attended by many more people than Vangie or Ed expected.  All of
Ken's teammates who were in the Chicago area attended, as well as
Cindy and all of the Clifford clan.  When Vangie took her vows,
there was only Ed standing beside her holding her hand while
Cathy was her matron of honor and Ken served as his father's best
man.  Kris was thrilled to be the only bridesmaid.  The reception
was held at Janice's home and was a delight.  After the reception
ceremonies and the cake-cutting, Vangie threw her bouquet and
then quickly went up to her room to change into her traveling
clothes.

When she went upstairs, Colleen Callahan accompanied her.  After
taking off her wedding dress Colleen asked, "Vangie, could I look
at you?  Please?"

Vangie looked at her friend, shrugged and grinned.  "Of course,
darling Colleen.  Heaven knows I examined you often enough... as
if you were a human cow!"  She stood up straight while Colly
looked her over carefully.  Then she gently ran her fingertips
lightly over Vangie's smooth skin.

"Vangie, you're utterly exquisite!  I really don't know how you
did it.  All I know is that you now look like the Vangie I knew
was there all the time."  While she was speaking, she gently
cupped Vangie's breasts and tweaked her dainty nipples into
erection.  As she did, she was amazed as her friend began tocry.

"Colly," she sobbed, "my nipples and tits are unused.  I wanted
my baby to have mother's milk, but Heaven forbid it be mine! 
Maybe that's why my tits look the way they do."

"Vangie Bradley, stop that talk this minute!  All you see in the
mirror is what's been there all the time.  I said it before and
I'll say it again: Vangie Collins Bradley, you're a wonderful
person who's done a marvelous job of keeping it a big secret...
particularly from yourself!  Ed Bradley is a very lucky man.  I
only pray that he'll be worthy of you."  Vangie just looked at
her friend strangely.  She didn't have the first clue what she
could be talking about.

* * *

For reasons Vangie and Ed didn't really understand, they had been
urged to head right out for Maui where she and Ed were intending
to honeymoon, rather than staying overnight in Chicago and
leaving the following day.  It was only when they were on their
way to O'Hare that she became aware of not seeing Cathy, Ken, or
Kris when she threw her bouquet nor were they around when they
got into the limousine amid a flurry of confetti and paper flower
petals.

Unfortunately, their honeymoon trip to Maui was shaping up to be
both long and tedious.  Their United flight from Chicago
connected at San Francisco with a flight to Honolulu, followed by
another plane change for the short hop over to Maui.  Vangie was
a little disappointed because, although there was a nonstop to
Hawaii, she had been convinced by the young people that the
timing would be too tight for them to make it.

When they were in their seats headed for San Francisco, she
turned to Ed and kissed him.  Then she stood up, took a blanket
from the overhead bin and wrapped herself in it.  Ed saw her make
some strange-looking contortions under the blanket.  Then she
took his arm and pulled it around her.  His eyes widened as he
realized she had taken off her top and was now bare to the waist.
 After putting his hand on her breast, she smiled at him and
said, "Ed, I hope you're a tit man.  I've been working very hard
and I hope you like what I've made for you.  Do you?

He cupped her full breast in his hand and squeezed.  When he did,
she moaned softly and tried to move even closer to him. 
"Vangie," he said, "You are simply perfect!  I was teasing you
but I was serious, too.  You're so beautiful no one would believe
you could possibly be more than about twenty-five.  Meanwhile, I
look like an old fart!"  He looked at her and continued,
"Darling, I'm being very serious now.  Would you like me to dye
my hair or something to get rid of the gray?"

She looked at him in genuine shock.  "Edgar Bradley!" she
exclaimed.  "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!  Why
you... you look so distinguished."  Then she looked at him
carefully and said, "Darling, graying at the temples why you're
in your early thirties gains some respect.  Businessmen don't
think you're just some young kid!"  She looked at him carefully
and made a warm sound deep in her body and said, "Honey, you're
perfect!  My God!  Your muscles are so powerful!  I really can't
wait...  And your cock is absolutely gigantic."  She was very
serious as she added, "I hope it rips me in half.  If it does,
there will be a lot of blood and you might think I'm still a
virgin.  Honey, I want so badly to be good for you and to you. 
You can't know how much I love you!"  He just squeezed her full
tit.  They fell asleep with his arm still cupping her breast as
the plane cruised westward toward the Pacific coast.

When they arrived in San Francisco, they waited in their incoming
boarding area for their flight call to Hawaii.  They had thought
about going out to United's Red Carpet Club, but decided there
really wasn't that much time and they were only one gate away
from their Honolulu flight anyway.

While chatting with Ed, Vangie's attention was drawn to a young
woman with two children, a girl of about five and a little boy of
about seven.  She had noticed the woman making a phone call and
now she was waiting anxiously in the boarding area for their
flight to be called.  Vangie had very sharp ears and overheard
the children asking about food.  The woman said no after checking
her purse and then told them there would be food served on their
flight to San Diego.  Vangie didn't think there would be, given
the time of day and the fact that, in spite of the distance, San
Francisco San Diego was considered to be little more than a
shuttle.  Then she overheard the little girl ask her mother about
going to Disneyland.  Would they be close to it, and, if so,
could they go?  The young woman just shook her head.  Then Vangie
overheard the woman mention that they were just going to say
goodbye to Daddy who was going out on his carrier, the RANGER,
and then were going right back home to Norfolk.

At that point Vangie excused herself to Ed and went over to a
gate agent who was making the advance setup preparations before
checking-in another flight.  She spoke very quickly to the agent
and then reached into her purse.  Ed had been watching the whole
thing but Vangie hadn't said a word to him.  Whatever she took
from her purse caused the gate agent's eyes to bulge.  The agent
made a phone call and again her eyes registered surprise at what
she heard.  Hanging up, she made another call and wrote some
information down.

Then she picked up her PA mike and said, "Would Karen Brady
please check with the United Airlines agent at Gate 37.  Karen
Brady, please!  Gate 37."

Vangie had returned to the gate area by this time and was near
the woman who obviously was Karen Brady.  Her little girl was
just starting to doze in a chair and she was obviously torn by
indecision.  She wanted to respond to the page but didn't want to
awaken the little girl or leave her alone.

Vangie said, "May I help?  Perhaps I could stay with your
children while you respond to the page.  You are Karen Brady,
aren't you?"  The woman nodded and Vangie smiled warmly saying,
"I just heard you paged.  Gate 37 is right over there," she said,
pointing toward the gate.  "I'll be right here in sight all the
time."

Karen Brady looked at Vangie and saw a beautiful and
beautifully-dressed young woman who she trusted on sight.  She
smiled warmly, thanked her, and went over to the counter.  From
Ed's vantage point he could keep his eyes on the woman although
she was now out of Vangie's sight-line.  He watched as she
identified herself to the agent who smiled and gave her an
envelope.  Karen opened it and found it contained twenty
one-hundred-dollar bills.  Her jaw dropped when she realized what
she had just received.  She began to question the agent who at
first pretended to know nothing about the envelope.  Karen
persisted, though, and Ed could see the agent finally tell her
the truth.

When Karen Brady came storming back towards Vangie, Ed rose from
his chair.  He headed the woman off just before she reached
Vangie and said, "Mrs. Brady, I'm Ed Bradley, Vangie's husband. 
I'm not sure exactly what my wife just did, but I think I could
make a pretty good guess.  Why don't you two go over there and
talk about it," he said, indicating the chairs where their
carry-on bags were sitting.  "I'll stay her and keep your
children company.  There's no sense getting them upset, is
there?"

Mrs. Brady's first reaction was one of surprise and she was still
upset from her conversation with the gate agent.  But she nodded
her head and they rejoined Vangie. Ed winked and sat down between
the little boy and girl.  He spoke to them and moments later the
little boy gave him a book, which he began reading to them. 
Meanwhile, the women moved over to the other group of chairs out
of earshot of the children.

When they were seated, Karen said, "What's going on, Mrs.
Bradley?  That gate agent admitted that you gave her two thousand
dollars to give to me.  Why?  Are you absolutely nuts?"

"You need the money, Karen.  I have money.  What's the big deal?
Look, your husband's ship is sailing from San Diego... probably
for the Indian Ocean and the war in the Gulf.  He'll be gone for
quite awhile and it's dangerous.  You brought the kids all the
way out here -- from Norfolk, wasn't it? -- to say goodbye to
their daddy.  Unfortunately, you're really cutting it close on
money to make it all work out.  Believe me, I know all the signs.
 I should apologize for spying, I suppose, but I saw you counting
the money in your purse and doing some quick mental arithmetic
when your kids wanted you to buy them some food.  Let's face it.
On this trip you're cutting things very close... too close!"  She
paused and then asked, "Does your husband have any leave time he
could take to spend with you and kids before RANGER sails?"

Karen had been looking at Vangie as if she were a mind reader or
a psychic.  Her jaw had dropped and she finally whispered, "I'm
afraid you're right, Mrs. Bradley," she admitted with a warm
smile.  "As far as leave is concerned, I know Bill could take
some.  That's what we were planning to do until I got some
unexpected bills that blew our budget for the trip into a cocked
hat.  Under the circumstances, we really shouldn't have come at
all, but..."

"...But you so badly want him inside you one last time before he
sails," Vangie finished.  "You really love him desperately, don't
you?"

Karen Brady couldn't understand what was happening, but this
woman certainly got her love for Bill right.  She so desperately
wanted him inside her!  Pulling herself together, she sat up
straight, nodded her head in response to Vangie's comment and
asked, "But what does additional leave have to do with anything?
Of course, your wonderful gift starts to make it look
possible..."

"Great!" Vangie exclaimed.  Then she glanced at her watch and
said, "Now move your tight little ass!  You don't have much time
to feed those children before they call your flight.  There's no
meal service to San Diego.  I checked, but I'm pretty sure you
knew that already, didn't you?"

The girl nodded quickly and then studied Vangie carefully.  The
older woman just sat in her chair and let her look.  "How old are
you, Mrs. Bradley?" the girl asked.  "How long have you been
married?"

"I'm forty-five, Karen," Vangie replied, adding with a grin, "And
Ed and I have been married ever since this morning."

When she stated her age, the girl's jaw dropped.  Then she looked
at her even more carefully and just shook her head.  "That's
impossible!" she exclaimed.  "It's flat-out impossible!  I'm
thirty-one and I was trying to figure out how much younger than
me you are.  I had you figured for about twenty-five, give or
take."

"Give twenty years and you're fine," Vangie retorted with another
grin.  "But thank you so much for the compliment.  Do I really
look that young?"

The girl was starting to relax now and smiled saying, "Now you're
_really_ fishing for compliments.  But since you ask, I've been
studying you very carefully.  You wear no makeup of any kind. 
There's nothing under that lovely silk suit but a bikini and you.
 Your skin has no lines, no wrinkles, and no tiny telltale scars
from a face lift.  Your complexion is utterly out of this world,
and your hair!  Utterly spectacular... and all yours, most
particularly including its color."  She grinned and asked, "How
am I doing, so far?"

Vangie held up her hands in surrender and checked her watch
again.  Then she said, "Look, if you tell me your husband's name,
there will be a suite for you at Disneyland at the Disneyland
Hotel..  That's the modern one that the monorail runs through. 
It will be complimentary to you.  I think your husband would love
the chance to be with you alone for a while, but at the same time
you'll have the children in their own bedroom within the suite
where you two can keep an eye on them.  They would love it, too.
How about it?  I'm sure it's clear to you by now that I can
afford it.  Please?  Will you accept?"

The girl rose to her feet and Vangie rose, too.  Suddenly the
girl was in Vangie's arms, crying her eyes out.  Holding her
tightly, she ran her hand softly over the girl's hair and
comforted her.  Slowly, her tears stopped and then she lifted her
head.  She looked at Vangie, hugged her and gave her a very warm
kiss.  "There are no words to thank you, Mrs. Bradley," she said
warmly.  "And by the way, you wear no perfume, either, do you? --
only musk oil.  And, Mrs. Bradley, you smell heavenly!  But you
still haven't told me why you're doing this."

"Because I was born and raised an obnoxious bitch, Karen," Vangie
replied.  "As an adult, I retired the all-galaxy trophy for
arrogance and bitchiness.  I'm trying to make up for it.  And the
name is Vangie, short for Evangeline, if you can imagine such a
name."

"Were you Evangeline Pierce Collins?" the woman asked with her
eyes widening.  "You were, weren't you?"  Vangie just nodded,
then asked the girl how she could possibly know.  "I used to be a
researcher for _Forbes_ magazine," she said.  "Yours is certainly
a very different but familiar name."  Then she looked even more
startled and said, "You said your name is Bradley, and your
husband introduced himself as Ed.  Is he... Is he... Edgar Warren
Bradley, by any chance?"

"I'm very happy to say, he is," Vangie replied.  "It sounds like
you know him, too."  Then she very quickly explained about Cathy
and Ken and how, in trying to marry off their children, they fell
in love themselves.

Then Karen Brady smiled and put out her hand.  Vangie took it in
a very firm grip.  The girl said, "Okay, now I believe you.  I
guess between the two of you, you can afford a couple of thousand
dollars without a sharp drop in your standard of living.  It's
been awhile but I guess you have a couple of billion dollars
between you."  Vangie just reddened and Karen Brady continued,
"Needless to say, I'll be eternally grateful to you both, as will
my husband, Bill.  I'll ask my children to say a prayer for you
every night.  Now, come along with me."  The girl took Vangie's
hand and led her back to where her children were waiting.

She said, "This is my son, Billy, and my daughter, June.  Kids,
remember all the stories Daddy and I read to you about the fairy
godmother?"  The two children nodded eagerly.  "Well," Karen
continued, "Guess what?  I want you to meet your own fairy
godmother.  I know she's not wearing the long dress you usually
see in the pictures, but those stories were from a long time ago,
and even fairy godmothers change their style of clothing once in
a while.  They even change the style of their hair.  But just
look, kids!  Have you ever seen a woman who's so beautiful
before?  So regal?  June, I'll bet she would even be willing to
give you a kiss if you ask her nicely.  You see, your fairy
godmother is sending us to Disneyland with Daddy.  She heard your
wish, pumpkin, and is making it come true."

The five-year-old was a beautiful little girl with blonde hair
and brilliant blue eyes.  Her eyes were now as big as saucers as
she looked up at Vangie, who dropped to her knees to be closer to
her.  Then with a great cry, "Fairy Godmother!" she launched
herself into Vangie's arms.  Vangie held the little girl tightly
and gave her a wonderfully warm kiss.  "Oh thank you, Fairy
Godmother!  I've prayed and prayed and hoped and hoped and you're
making it all come true!"  The little girl was positively beaming
as she just stood as close to Vangie as she could get.

Billy tried to act older for his little sister's benefit, but his
eyes were as big as saucers, too.  Still holding June in the
crook of her left arm, Vangie reached out her right toward him. 
He launched himself and gave her a big hug and a kiss.

She kissed each of them warmly and felt tears in her eyes as she
did.  The children were so happy, it warmed her heart.  When they
reluctantly let go and she was standing up again, Karen said,
"Let me."  With that she, too, launched herself into Vangie's
arms and kissed and hugged her.  "I guess you're never too old to
have a fairy godmother, are you?"

Then she whispered, "Thank you, Vangie, from the bottom of my
heart."  Then she released her and asked, "Could I have your
address?  The least I can do is send you some pictures."  Vangie
took out one of her cards, scribbled the Kapalua address on the
back, and gave it to her.  Then Karen winked as she led the kids
away in the direction of the snack bar.

As they left, they heard the little girl, June, say, "Mommy,
she's a real queen, isn't she?  She even smells like a queen and
her skin is so soft and she kisses so nicely..."

Ed was standing beside her.  As the Brady's moved away, he took
Vangie and then folded her into his arms.  "Thank you, darling,"
he whispered.  "That was the finest wedding present I could ever
imagine!"  Then he looked at her and nodded happily.  Vangie
raised an eyebrow and he just grinned. "Golly," he said, "this is
something I never even thought about.  I knew fairy godmothers
were something special, but it never occurred to me that it could
be possible actually to make love to one!"

He looked at her very seriously and added, "It just goes to show
you!  I guess I've known for years that fairy tales were sort of
cleaned up for little children.  I knew they took out a lot of
the violence from the original folk tales, but now I feel like
such a fool!  It never occurred to me that they would take out
the sex scenes, too, but of course they would, wouldn't they?" 
He held her tightly and asked, "Is your cunt flowing, darling?"

"Of course, darling," she replied.  "I'm in your arms, aren't
I?"*Chapter 63*

Although it was only eight o'clock in the evening when they
finally reached their hotel on Maui, it was five hours later by
their biological clocks, still running on Chicago time.  Vangie
and Ed were shown to their suite by the assistant manager on
duty, but they were surprised that she didn't accompany them into
the suite to show them around as was the usual practice.  When
they entered the sitting room, they instantly discovered the
reason.  Cathy, Ken and Kris were all sitting there waiting for
them.

Kris looked up, feigning a bored look, and said, "Gee, parents,
it took you long enough!  I was about to give up on you two and
go to bed."  Then with a yelp she abandoned her pose and leaped
into her mother's arms.

Vangie's mind, perhaps because she was tired, was just beginning
to register the young people's presence.  Then she felt a strange
feeling of pleasure, realizing that her whole family was out on
the island with them.  In spite of being on their honeymoon, she
was already missing Kris and she was sure Ed was, too.  She
hugged the girl tightly and kissed her, but then looked at her
sternly and said, "Kristin Bradley, what are you doing out here?
Why aren't you at the Stewarts where you belong?  You were going
to help Jan with her baby, remember?"  Then she just shook her
head sadly and said, "From the looks of things, there was enough
time to make the nonstop, wasn't there?"  The younger Bradleys
just grinned at her.

Kris ignored the comment about their flight and said eagerly,
"Mom, I'm an expert on honeymoons now.  Look at Cathy and Ken! 
They don't look half bad and I helped them out.  They seem to
have handled it all right.  What's wrong with you and Dad?" she
asked.  Then she looked added, "Mom and Dad, the normal wedding
night is really sort of dull.  Wouldn't you like to spice it up a
little bit?"

Vangie looked quickly at Ed and saw he was slowly shaking his
head with a look of exasperation on his face.  Looking at him
carefully, though, she could see his eyes were gleaming.  For her
part, she was intrigued, particularly after everything that Ken
and Cathy had said about Kris's inventiveness with respect to
their lovemaking.  She wondered what the girl had in mind for
them.

Shaking her head she winked at Ed and said, "Honey, remember what
you said to the judge yesterday?  Are you thinking what I'm
thinking?  Maybe we should take it all back?  Could we give her
back to Miss Castle, do you suppose?"  Then she grinned at him
and nodded her head eagerly.  He winked, shrugged, and nodded,
too.  "Okay, pumpkin," she responded, "We'll play your silly
game.  What do we do?"

At that Cathy grinned and said, "The first thing you have to do
is just relax."  Meanwhile Ken was opening two bottles of
champagne and Kris went to the small refrigerator and brought out
a platter of caviar with all its trimmings.  She began to spread
it on toast and served her parents who had seated themselves on
the sofa.

When they had all been served, Ken raised his glass in a toast:
"To our parents, Vangie and Ed Bradley.  Cathy and I don't know
what's happened to you two lately, but we do know you seem to
have lost about twenty years in age apiece.  The nicest thing I
can say to you, Dad, is I pray that you'll be as happy with Mom
as I am with Cathy.  She's an endless banquet of delights."

Then with a grimace he added, "And Dad, I sure hope you took to
heart what was said to you about conditioning!  Seeing Mom last
week, I thought I was looking at Cathy's sister... and that was
when she was naked.  Frankly, I couldn't make up my mind if she
was the older or younger sister, at that!"

He took a sip of his champagne along with Cathy and Kris.  Then
he grinned and raised his glass to Kris and said, "And, of course
a toast to the source of Cathy's frustration, our little squirt.
Actually, Cathy's jealous of her mother, bypassing all the
nonsense with pregnancy, the terrible two's and all that stuff,
and grabbing a teenager."

They all had another glass of champagne and then, following
instructions, Ed went with his son into one bedroom while Vangie
went with her daughters into the other.

*  *  *

Ed was sitting in an armchair dressed like an eastern potentate.
He was wearing harem pants which rose only to a point low on his
hips, along with a jewel-encrusted felt vest that barely reached
across to his nipples, leaving his chest bare.  Ed realized that,
alone in the family, he was the only one who was still white
around his hips and loins.  Now he knew that the others were
sun-bronzed over their entire bodies.  Around his neck he was
wearing a series of heavy gold chains.

Ken was naked except for a breech clout strung from a leather
cord worn low on his hips that concealed his massive sex but
nothing else.  In back, he was completely bare.  His body
glistened with baby oil and he had an ostrich-feather fan on a
long handle that he was using gently to fan his father in the
warm room.  Although the suite was fully air-conditioned, the
system was turned off.  The sliding glass doors to the terrace
overlooking the ocean were open to a warm sea breeze that flowed
into the room.

Cathy came out from the other bedroom first, followed by Kris and
Vangie.  Cathy was wearing a harem costume with diaphanous
trousers that ended in a jewel-encrusted bikini that didn't quite
cover the top of her pubic hair.  Her midriff was completely
bare.  She also wore a short-sleeved shaped red harem jacket
which buttoned in the val of her breasts.  Kris followed Cathy
into the sitting room.  She was also wearing diaphanous harem
pants but without a bikini.  The nearly-transparent silk pants
fully revealed her lower body behind its gauzy screen.  They rose
to a point so low on her hips it left the top of her pubic bush
uncovered, also.  She wore nothing else so her still-immature
breasts were completely bare.  Her ankles were joined by a very
short length of chain which connected two leather ankle
bracelets.  The chain was so short she could only take very short
steps without tripping herself.

Finally, Vangie wore similar harem pants, but, although hers were
jewel encrusted, they were also virtually transparent.  Her
hairless slit showed clearly through the material.  She wore a
harem jacket similar in design to Cathy's, but it was made of the
same diaphanous material as her pants so her breasts and nipples
were clearly visible.  Finally, her hands were secured with
leather bracelets that were attached to each other behind her
back, binding her hands together.

When they entered the room, Cathy commanded, "Kneel, slaves, and
bow to your new master, the Sultan!"

Ed looked at his bride and realized again that veiled nudity is
more exciting than the real thing.  He had never seen a more
sexually-arousing sight than his bride semi-revealed by the gauzy
material.  Vangie was utterly exquisite.

"What have you here, daughter?" he asked.

"My father," Cathy replied, "I have purchased a pair of slaves in
the market for you.  They were captured recently and I just
bought them for you at public auction.  They are mother and
daughter; the mother claims to be married to a king. I thought
you might like to take the mother for a concubine.  The
daughter...  Well, we'll see."

Ed nodded, with his eyes bright, and replied, "Present the mother
to me, daughter!"

"Stand, Slave!" Cathy commanded.  She lightly smacked Kris across
her face when she began to rise and said, "Not you, child!  Only
your mother is to stand."

Vangie rose gracefully to her feet.  Ed mentally winced as he
realized how hard it must be for her to rise.  With her wrists
secured behind her back, she was prevented from using her arms
for balance.  Cathy yanked Vangie by the arm towards the chair
her father was using as his throne.  First, she wanted to display
her mother's bare breasts, but realized too late that it was
impossible to remove the harem vest while her hands were bound
together.  Cathy solved the problem by ripping it off her back.

Vangie winced as she did so because, even though it was very
sheer silk, it was stronger than Cathy thought.  Because her
wrists were bound behind her, their position pulled her shoulders
back, causing her firm full breasts to stand out even more than
usual.  Her nipples pointed proudly upward.  Vangie was secretly
pleased with the way she looked for her new husband.

Cathy said, "Observe her breasts, Father!  They are very full and
firm with dainty nipples."  As she said it, Cathy pulled hard on
one nipple and then the other, causing them instantly to engorge
and become erect, in spite of the pain it caused her mother. 
"Kneel at my father's feet, Slave!  Let him feel your filthy
tits!"

She did and savored the feeling as Ed roughly ran his hands over
her now-trembling breasts.  Already her shoulders were starting
to ache because her back was held in a bowed-back position by her
bound wrists.  As he squeezed her tits hard with his large hands,
she winked, rolled her eyes, and made happy noises deep in her
throat. He winked back.

Cathy continued her description, saying, "That's enough!  On your
feet, Slave."  Then to her father she said, "Her skin is soft and
smooth.  Her entire body is very shapely in spite of having borne
this child from her loins.  Her skin is not as fair as you would
like, Sire -- I know you prefer a woman's skin to be fair and
creamy -- but it will lighten in time while she is a slave here
in your harem."  Then she unfastened the cord holding Vangie's
harem pants in position and let them drop to the floor.

She gracefully stepped out of them and was now standing proudly
naked.  "You will note, Sire, that she has no pubic hair.  In
fact, she has very little hair at all.  The hair on her head is
cropped short, as you can see."

Cathy roughly ran a finger up her mother's slit and said, "Her
slit is fine and appears clean.  I have an idea, Father."

"What is your idea, Daughter?" he asked.

"Father, make her pregnant.  When she delivers, you can sell the
child and then use her to wet-nurse some of the babies your wives
are always presenting to you.  It would make good use of her
tits, your highness.  She would make a good cow.  Would you like
to soak your regal cock in her unworthy cunt?"

"Show it to me slave!" Ed commanded.

In response to commands from Cathy, Vangie spread her legs and
bent her torso over backwards.  The girl went to her knees and
used her slender fingers to part her mother's labia revealing her
now-erect clitoris.  She wet a finger between her lips and used
it to tease the clit to an even greater erection.  As she did,
she could hear her mother moan with pleasure.  "Does it meet with
your approval, Sire?" she asked softly.  "With only a little
education administered by the whip, she could serve you well."

"I must see for myself," Ed declared. "Slave, come closer to me.
Keep your legs spread wide."

Vangie moved closer and once again leaned over backward.  Then
she felt Ed's thumb penetrate her quim and work its way up her
vagina.  It was exquisitely painful as she felt his first
physical entry into her body.  Then she gasped involuntarily as
his hand passed under her loins and she could feel his strong
fingers grip her ass cheek.  It felt like he was using her lower
body as a bowling ball with her vagina being the thumb hole.  She
wondered if he would complete it by jamming a finger into her
tiny asshole.

As she stood there, she could feel sweat forming and begin to
pour off her body.  As he tightly gripped her firm ass she almost
passed out from the sensation.  Then he released her and ordered
her to show him her asshole.  Turning around, she again spread
her legs wide and bent over.  Appearing to be rough, in fact he
was very gentle as he ran his fingers over her satin-smooth
asscheeks.  Then he ordered her to stand up straight and face
him.

Reflecting on Cathy's idea, Ed now pretended to think about it
and then said, "I will try her cunt!"  Addressing Vangie he said,
"But first, slave, get down on your knees and worship my cock."

Vangie straightened herself up and just looked at him.  Then she
said calmly, "Why?  Although I am your prisoner, why would I want
to do a dirty thing like that?"

"To spare your life!" he exclaimed.  "If you do not, you will be
beheaded at dawn!"

At this point Vangie ad libbed.  Tipping her head to the side,
she looked thoughtful, appearing to think about what he had just
said.

"Woman, what _are_ you doing?" he demanded.

At this point she winked and took a line from the comedian, Jack
Benny.  "I'm thinking, I'm thinking..."  Then she shrugged and
said, "Oh, I suppose I must.  There's something... final... about
beheading, isn't there?  Of course, if I ever escape, Sire, or if
my husband frees me, he will turn you over to his torturers.  You
will die the slowest and most painful death they can devise in
retaliation for debasing me."  Then she looked up at him and
asked, "What do you want me to do, Sire?  Will you free my hands
so I may massage your sac?"

"No, Slave!  You will use only your mouth!"  Then he ordered
Cathy to open his pants so his new slave could have access to his
sex.  Cathy licked her lips, went down on her knees, and removed
the _cache sexe_ which had covered his massive cock and balls.

When she did, Vangie licked her lips again and went down on her
knees in front of him.  "Sire, will you kiss me, please? she
asked softly, "Before I soil my lips with your cuming?"

Ed leaned over and she raised her lips to his.  It was the most
perfect kiss she had ever had in her life, made even more
thrilling because her arms were immobilized behind her back so
there was no way for her to hold him.  Her tongue darted into his
mouth like a little snake, and then she lightly bit his tongue
when she felt it probing her mouth.  Suddenly she gasped as she
felt the most wonderful sensation in her cunt.  Responding to
another quiet order from Cathy, Kris was now lying on her back
between Vangie's legs and was working on her mother's cunt with
her tongue and mouth.

With that she bent over and took her husband's raging cock in her
mouth.  Although she had seen Jan do it dozens of times with
Pete, Jan had always used her hands to keep his cock in position.
 Nevertheless, Vangie wanted to do it.  She began to run her
tongue over his massive instrument, and then took its tip into
her mouth.  She began to move her mouth up and down on his raging
erection, while continuing to suck on it greedily.  Now her
shoulders were really hurting from the constant backward
pressure, but she just ignored the pain and kept working with her
mouth.

Although she had seen Jan repeatedly take Pete in to his full
length, and was sure she could take Ed that way, too, she found
she did not have enough freedom of upper-body motion nor did she
have the use of her hands to permit it to happen.  The result was
that she could not take in more than half of his huge length.  In
spite of being unable to knead his balls, she finally felt his
cock start to throb with his incipient spending.  She took it
into her mouth as deep as she could when she felt the first spurt
of his cum.  She was breathing through her nose and swallowing as
fast as she could, when his cock surged and popped out of her
mouth as he continued to shoot his cum.  His next eruption shot
over her face.  Then she just leaned back and reveled in his
semen shooting over her body.  When she saw that he had finished
cuming, ignoring the cum spread all over her body, she took his
now-relaxing cock back in her mouth to carefully licked itclean.

Then Cathy ordered Kris to clean off her mother with her tongue.
When Ed ad libbed and said she was much too young, Cathy just
told him that Kris did it with Ken all the time, and besides, it
was a great source of protein for her.

With a warm sigh, Kris alternately kissed and licked the milky
white syrup from her mother's body, reveling in the taste of her
father's cum now mixed now with the perspiration which covered
her mother's body.  Vangie just closed her eyes and enjoyed the
exquisite sensations her young daughter was creating.  When she
had finished, Kris held her mother's head and kissed her softly
and then passionately full on the lips.  Vangie ran her tongue
into her daughter's mouth and caught some of the cum still inside
her mouth that Kris had not yet swallowed.

When Kris finished, she moved her head back, then sweetly kissed
Vangie's eyes, her nose, her tiny ears, and then back to her
mouth.  Finally, the girl whispered, "Mom, I love you so much! 
There aren't words to describe the way I feel about you."  Vangie
leaned forward and kissed her again on the lips.

Turning to Cathy, Ed said, "I will do as you suggest, Daughter. 
In spite of being dark complected, I will try her in my bed."  To
Vangie he said sternly, "Slave, come with me!"

She followed him into their bedroom.  As she walked, she was
reminded once again of the increasing pain from her immobilized
arms and shoulders.  While they had been occupied with each
other, Cathy had pulled the covers from the bed leaving only the
fitted bottom sheet on the mattress.  Ed was about to get on the
bed but then turned to Kris and ordered her to undress him.

Pretending to cower in fear, she went to him and helped him off
with his vest and then carefully removed his harem pants.  When
he was naked, she winked and whispered, "Dad, I'm going to have
fun putting sun protection on your loins!  If I don't do it, Mom
won't be able to have much of a honeymoon after tonight."

"The hell you will, young lady!" Vangie exclaimed in a loud
whisper. "He's mine, damn it!  I trapped him fair and square.  If
you want to play with a man's cock, go get one of your own."

"Oh, Mother!" Kris exclaimed in mock exasperation.  "You don't
appreciate how thin the market is.  Besides, every day in school
they tell us about sharing.  Where were you?  Weren't you paying
attention?"

"Kris," Vangie responded, "I really have no idea where I was. 
But knowing my academic career, it was one of two things: Either
I was 'between schools' as my father used to say, or I was
cutting class and raising hell."

Then she frowned and said, "However, that's beside the point. 
The point is, he's mine!  I will handle his gorgeous cock, not
you.  Besides, what would Miss Castle think?"

Kris just stuck out her tongue but got off the bed.

Ed was now lying on his back, resting his head on a pillow.  He
still could not believe his good fortune.  Vangie Collins was the
most perfect woman he could imagine!  He could tell she was in
pain from having her shoulders held back, but when he suggested
ending the game, she instantly refused.

Back in his r"le he said, "Slave, fuck yourself on my cock! 
Now!"

Vangie winked and licked her tips in anticipation.  Carefully,
she climbed on the bed and knelt beside him.  Then she straddled
him and immediately began to encounter problems.  She remembered
that even Jan, as experienced as she was, had used her hand to
position Pete's weapon at the mouth of her vagina before lowering
herself on it.  Vangie tried, and tried again but to no avail. 
The combination of his great size coupled with her inability to
use her hands defeated her.  Then turning to Kris, now kneeling
on the floor beside the bed, she said, "Daughter, position our
new master's cock against my cunt."

Kris jumped up on the bed and carefully took her father's weapon
and put it at the mouth of her mother's vagina.  Vangie breathed
a sigh of relief as she felt the magnificent weapon begin to
penetrate her insides.  Her cunt was now flowing copiously with
her love juices and he began to slide into her lubricated slit. 
She remembered Jan Edwards telling her that Ed loved a woman who
was very wet and she was delighted because now she was.  Then she
just rested her full weight on his rock-hard member and lowered
herself down on it.  Remarkably, with just a series of hip
wiggles, she slid down his marvelous pole.

When she was fully impaled, she leaned forward and said, "Master,
will you kiss your filthy slave?  You are now splitting my
insides.  I am opened up to you.  Please kiss me."

As she bent over with her arms still immobilized behind her, Ed
could see her muscles standing out from the strain.  Only now did
he appreciate the full dimensions of her physical development. 
He could see the tendons in her neck bulging as she bent forward.
 His cock was as rigid as a steel pipe inside her while her arms
were immobilized behind her back at a time when she would
normally be supporting her weight on them.

He lifted himself off the mattress and supported himself on his
elbows as his bride lowered her head to meet him.  Their kiss,
when their lips finally met, was the most remarkable one they had
ever had.  Suddenly he felt inadequate as he realized the extent
of this woman's love and understood what she had done to prepare
herself for their marriage.  He held the back of her head and
mashed his lips against hers. As he did, he could hear the sound
of pleasure from deep inside her.

When Vangie broke the kiss, she said softly, "Thank you, Master.
You are giving your slave great joy!"

Then she looked to her right where Cathy was now impaling herself
on Ken's magnificent cock.  She motioned with her head to Ed who
looked over towards their children for the first time. 
"Daughter!" he demanded.  "What are you doing with that eunuch?"

Vangie and Kris laughed at Ed's characterization of his son,
while Cathy just licked her lips and said, "I'm just practicing
for my future husband who will be a real man!  That's what
eunuchs are for, aren't they?"

She was fucking herself with Ken lying beneath her and had his
cock just at the mouth of her vagina, prepared to use his full
length for her stroke, as Ken spanked one of her buttocks hard. 
She made a little face and said to him, "Just because you don't
have your balls anymore is no reason to hit me, is it?"  Then he
spanked her other cheek.  She just shivered with ecstasy, bent
over to kiss him and said, "I love you anyway, darling, even if
I'm not pregnant yet."

Meanwhile, Vangie began to move slowly up and down on the
impaling cock.  It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever
felt.  After only a few strokes, she came for the first time with
a man inside her.  Resting for a few moments, she allowed Ed to
regain control and then went back to raising and lowering herself
on his weapon.  Without the use of her arms, and with the
imbalance and pain caused by their immobilization, it was hard
work.  But it was, in the truest sense, a labor of love.  After a
time, her orgasms were coming with increasing frequency.  She
heard a scream and realized that it was her own.  Sweat was now
pouring off her body in streams in the now-very-warm bedroom. 
Still she kept at it.  Finally, she found the point she had been
searching for.  She was at continuous orgasm.

Ed had never experienced anything like what was going on now. 
His cock was trapped in the tightest, warmest, wettest sheath he
could imagine.  He couldn't believe the control his bride was
exercising as she moved on him.  Reaching up, he held her breasts
and squeezed.  Vangie screamed in ecstasy as he did so.  He
completely lost track of time but she was in constant orgasm. 
Finally, he felt his cock begin to pulsate and instantly, she did
too.  With a scream, she dropped herself to bury it to its hilt
in her cunt, driving it through her vagina and into the mouth of
her uterus itself.  As his spend began to gush into her belly,
she could take it no longer.  She collapsed in a dead faint on
top of him as her nervous system tripped out like an overloaded
circuit breaker.

* * *

When Vangie recovered consciousness, she found her head resting
against Ed's shoulder with his hand cupping her breast.  The
first thing she noticed was that her hands were free so she
stretched her arms.  Surprisingly, in spite of having been bound
together, her shoulders weren't stiff at all.  Then she realized
that the sliding door to the terrace was now closed and the room
was comfortably cool.  There was a light cover over her body and
Ed's.

Now she was puzzled.  Running a hand through her hair she found
that it was slightly damp but combed exactly the way Henry had
arranged it.  Then she realized that, in spite of remembering
that she had been sweating like a roasting pig, her body was cool
and dry.  She turned her head up to Ed's with a question in her
eyes.  He bent down and kissed her softly but thoroughly.  She
rejoiced at the wonderful electricity flowing between them and
rolled on top of him so she was face-down on his body.

Raising an eyebrow she said softly, "Ed, darling, was I that
awful?"  Then tears started to flow and she began to cry, saying,
"I so wanted the first time to be perfect for you, darling, and I
failed so dismally.  I'm so sorry!..."

He hugged her tightly and said, "Darling, do me a favor?  Feel my
balls?"

She reached down between his legs and was amazed to find that his
sac was less than half as full as she remembered it being.  Then
she felt between her legs and found that her cunt was clean and
relatively dry although she could feel her juices now beginning
to flow once again.  Feeling the sheet beneath her she found it,
too, was clean, crisp and dry.

Then she said, "Darling, was I really that bad?  I've been out
cold, haven't I?  For how long?"  Ed just grinned and shook his
head.  Now she glared at him and said, "Edgar Warren Bradley, do
you mean to tell me I was out so long you had time to give me a
bath, change the sheets, and probably lick out my cunt?"

He grinned, nodded vigorously and said, "You forgot washing your
hair, Cathy massaging the knots from your shoulder muscles, and
all four of us feasting on your magnificent cunt!"  He grinned
and said, "I was thinking of getting you pregnant, darling.  If
your cunt is so wonderfully sweet, what must your milk be like?"
Then he kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Darling, you damned
near drained me dry just moving your glorious cunt without even
being able to use your hands.  You were utterly exquisite! And
cuming?  My God!  Woman, you are beyond belief...  and you're all
mine!"  He looked at her with a question in his eyes and asked,
"You are, aren't you?"

"Sure am!" she replied cheerfully.  Then she looked around the
room and asked, "Where did the urchins go?"  Ed made a vague
motion in the direction of the door.  Vangie rolled off him and
called, "Kristin Crowley Bradley!  Get your little tail in here,
this instant!"

A moment later Kris came in carrying a coiled whip and the paddle
Vangie recognized as the one Maureen had used to beat her for
weeks at the Stewarts.  Vangie could see that there was
apprehension in the girl's eyes, hut she was smiling anyway. 
"Hi, Mom.  How do you feel?  You look as magnificent as usual!"

Vangie moved and realized that, although there was some soreness
in her loins from Ed's ravishment, her cunt still felt wonderful.
 Aside from the soreness she felt great and said so.  Then she
glared at Kris and said, "What do you have in your hands, Kristin
Bradley?"

"A whip and a paddle, Mom.  It's your choice.  I know I'm to be
punished for disobeying you, so I brought them in with me."

"What do you think is an appropriate punishment for disobedience?
 For that matter, what's an appropriate punishment for inflicting
yourself on me while I'm on my honeymoon?  And will you promise
never to do a thing like that again?" she asked with her face as
stern-looking as she could make it.

Kristin stood up straight and said, "I think ten lashes with the
whip would be about right.  On the other hand, I guess that's
really too light because I'm not going make that promise and
that's really defying you, isn't it?"  The girl looked sorrowful
as she handed the whip to Vangie and looked for a place to stand
where her mother could swing it freely.

It was all Vangie could do to control her tears.  Her beautiful
daughter had volunteered to be whipped!  She swung her long legs
out of the bed and sat on its edge.  Then she said, "Kristin,
bend over my knee."

The girl's eyes widened but she immediately dropped the paddle
and bent over her mother's knee as she had been told.  Then
Vangie said, "Soften your ass cheeks, Kris. I don't want to hurt
my hand."

Instantly she saw the girl's ass relax as much as possible,
although her muscles were so firm that the softening didn't
amount to very much.  Then, swinging her arm as hard as she
could, she spanked the girl's bottom on her right side ten times.
 She was amused because it did hurt her hand probably more than
it hurt Kris.  When she was finished, she told the girl that she
could rise.

When she did there were tears streaming down her cheeks, but she
hadn't made a sound.  She hugged her mother and whispered, "Thank
you, Mommy, for disciplining me. I hope you're not too
disappointed in me."

Then she pulled away and looked at Vangie while trying to smile.
"Mom, you understand me too well!  You knew I wouldn't make you
the promise because... because I really don't think I could keep
it.  But God, I love you so!"

"You're not finished, young lady.  You disobeyed your father,
too.  I suspect, though, he might be nice if you ask him and
spank you on your other cheek to spread it around a bit.  Now you
may ask him."  Ed had been watching the actions with utter
amazement.  As Kris was going around to his side of the bed,
Vangie called out, "Catherine Collins Bradley, you come in here
at once!"

When Cathy came in her hair was disheveled.  She and Ken had been
in the preliminaries of another bout of lovemaking when she heard
her mother's call.  Asking what the problem was, Vangie told her
that she, too, was to be punished.  "I understand it was your
sister's idea, but you are the adult.  Why did you let her do it?
 Now bend over my knee!"

Cathy couldn't believe her ears.  Her mother had never cared what
she did and she'd never  been punished by her for anything in her
entire life.  Her eyes widened as Ken came into the room behind
her and then leaned against the corner to watch.  Cathy bent over
her mother's legs and tried to relax her ass when her mother told
her to.

If anything, Vangie hit her daughter even harder than she had
spanked Kris.  After the first four strokes, Cathy started to cry
begging her mother to please be gentle.  When she had finished
ten strokes, Cathy's ass was fiery red and about to turn
black-and-blue.

Carefully she got to her feet with tears pouring from her eyes. 
Then she sat on her mother's lap, put her arms around her and
hugged tight.  "Mom," she whispered, "I'm sorry for what I did,
and thank you for spanking me.  Will you forgive me now?"

Vangie just hugged her daughter tightly and said, "Darling, I
said it before.  You've made me the luckiest mother on the face
of the earth!  I adore you, darling, and of course you're
forgiven!"

Meanwhile, Kris was being spanked by her father.  She had
diffidently asked if he would please spank her on her left cheek
and carefully positioned her bottom across his leg to make it
easier for him. Ed positively adored this beautiful girl who so
matter-of-factly prepared for her punishment.  When he spanked
her, be hit her hard.  Like her sister, she was soon crying in
pain, as well.  Finally he finished with ten spanks and lifted
her to her feet.  She stood in front of him with her back up
straight and said, "Thank you, Dad, for demonstrating yourlove."

_"What?"_ Ed exclaimed.  "Daughter, what are you talking about?"

"Daddy, it's because you love me so much that you punished me. 
It would have been much easier on you not to have bothered.  I
know how hard it was for you to do, and I want you to know that I
really do appreciate it."

Ed just shook his head and held out his arms.  With a little
yelp, she dove into his arms and kissed him solidly.

Then he turned to Ken who was trying to control his laughter
seeing his wife's bare bottom under her mother's assault turning
red in spite of her deep tan.  Ed told his son that he wasn't too
old to be spanked, either.  Ken didn't believe it at first but
then he did.  He bent his big body over his father's knee, as
well.  Ed was amused to arrange the two young people so that
Cathy could see her husband being spanked by his father while her
mother spanked her.

When it was over and they had left the room, Ken took Cathy in
his arms and gently caressed her ass cheeks.  "Does it hurt a
lot, darling?" he asked.

She grinned at him and replied, "Darling, I think I'm going to be
black-and-blue tomorrow.  But do you know what?  I really liked
it.  My mother really does love me a lot."  Then she gently
rubbed his bottom and asked, "How do you feel?"

Ken grinned and said, "Sore, since you asked.  On the other hand,
it isn't so bad when you consider it's about twenty years late!"
They were standing together in the sitting room just caressing
each other's body when the door to the other bedroom opened and
Kris joined them.

The girl looked woebegone as she stood there gently rubbing her
bruised buttock.  Looking at Cathy, she said, "Sis, do you want
to spank me first, or will Ken?  I never thought for a minute
that Mom and Dad would spank you, too!"  She rubbed her bottom
and added, "I'd appreciate it, though, if Ken could please spank
my right cheek and you, the left.  That way it will sort of
balance out what Mom and Dad did.  Would that be okay?"

Ken and Cathy positively adored their younger sister and right
now she looked utterly beautiful as she stood there with a woeful
expression on her face but at the same time was cheerfully
volunteering to be punished.  Ken looked at his wife and said,
"Hon, I guess the experience a couple of nights ago didn't work"
Turning back to Kris he said, "Bend over, Imp.  We'll do it your
way."

Kris bent over Ken's leg and he began to spank her right cheek
hard.  Although she was crying with the pain she made no move to
escape.  Rather she seemed to be concentrating her efforts on
making her buttocks as soft as possible.  After ten strokes, he
lifted the beautiful girl off his leg.  Without a word, she went
to Cathy, bent over her lap and positioned herself for her sister
to spank her left ass cheek.  Again, even though she was now
screaming in pain as her sister spanked the cheek that had
already been bruised by her father, she made no effort to escape
and only tried to soften her buttocks as much as she could.

Hearing her screams, Vangie and Ed opened the door and stood in
the doorway and just watched what was going on.  Finally, Cathy
administered the last stroke and helped her beautiful young
sister to her feet.

Before either could say anything, Kris said, "Thank you, Ken and
Cathy for punishing me.  Oh, Ken, I'm so sorry!  I didn't mean to
get you and Cathy in trouble."  Then with a little grin she
added, "But Cath, you do look sort of cute with a bright-red ass.
 Mom is really pretty tough, isn't she?"

"Promise you'll never do it again?" Cathy asked, trying to
control her smile.

"I can't, Cath," Kris replied sadly.  "You know I can't.  We've
been over that before.  What's the fun of having a married
brother and sister if I can't harass them once in a while?"

_"Once in a while?"_ Ken exclaimed.  "How about all the time?  Do
you mean we're going to have to tickle you to death or cause you
to have an ass that's constantly black and blue?"

"I'm afraid so," Kris replied.  "I really can't resist teasing
you two.  Please remember, though," she said with tears streaming
down her face, "it's because I love you so much.  Cathy and Ken,
I belong to you.  If it hadn't been for you, I would be
decomposing in the grave right now.  So you're welcome to do
anything to me that you care to.  I belong to you, and I love you
more than I can possibly say!"

Cathy and Ken glanced at each other and then rose to their feet.
Ken folded Kris into his arms, squeezed her tightly and kissed
her softly.

When he released her, Cathy did the same thing.  "You're too
much, imp!" she said softly.  "But that's one of the big reasons
we love you so much!  Now let's go.  It's late, I'm tired, and
Ken needs someone to keep his left side warm.  Let's go to bed. 
Incidentally, imp, he said there's now something for his left
hand to hold."

Kathy stuck her nose in the air and added airily, "Your tit's not
nearly as full as mine, of course, and it never will be, but for
a little kid, you're really starting to look like a woman!"

The threesome went off to the other bedroom after turning out the
lights in the sitting room.

As they did, Vangie turned to her husband and raised her lips to
his.  After the most marvelous kiss she could remember she said,
"Darling, will you try to make love to your wife once more? 
Please?"

He kissed her again, then picked her up in his arms and carried
her to their marriage bed.

*The End*

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
me hear from you.  morg105829@aol.com

*Cynthia Martin* Copyright (c) 1991, 2001 by Morgan. 
<morg105829@aol.com>

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