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                      Southern Kinfolk Part Three

                            By Reavan
                Parts 1 & 2 can be read here:                     
                                             
           http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Erostory/

	Sonja insisted on going for the marriage license the very 
nest day. Her parents arrived at the town hall and signed her 
away. She held on to that piece of paper like it was made of gold. 
The wedding was set for the Saturday after next. Her parents would 
arrange for a hall next to the church for the reception.

	It was a difficult time for me, despite the fact that 
Sonja had known all along what was going on in our house, I felt 
uneasy about Paul's sexual behavior. Strangely, Sonja didn't seem 
to mind. She watched with interest while Paul had sex with Sona or 
Honeybee, spanking Sona before and after. I insisted, much to 
Sonja's disappointment that she kept her clothes on during the 
day, even her panties.

	The second night after listening to Sona get her spankings 
Sonja asked: "Why don't you spank me Sean, when we have sex?"

	"We don't have sex yet," I answered. "Maybe after we're 
married."

	"But honey, we do have some kind of sex and Ah likes to 
get whooped in a loving way like that."

	"Why?"

	"It makes like belonging; he don't do it really hard like. 
Please Sean?"

	"I said after we're married Sonja."

	"Oh alright then ... you think Honeybee could teach me to 
suck you off?" Honeybee had just settled on our mattress after 
toweling Paul and Sona. She looked at me, eagerly nodding her head 
at Sonja's suggestion.

	I shook my head, "that would be like sexual intercourse, 
not until after the wedding."

	"Oh Sean," she pouted and kissed me. "Pretty please, you'd 
like to show me wouldn't you Honeybee?"

	"Ah wants Missy, if Massa say Ah do." Honeybee replied, 
looking at me hopefully.

	"Come on Sean please, Ah don't got no cherry in here." She 
pursed her lips sucking on one finger, giving me a seductive look. 

	"Well alright," I said. "I supposed you're right about 
that " Honeybee moved in between my thighs and began fingering my 
genitals. Sonja got on her knees to one side watching her.

	"Ah do like this Missy," she used her fingers to tickle 
under my bag while frigging my rod with her other hand  "Look 
Missy, Massa get hard now."

	"Ah want to try that Honeybee." Sonja impatiently pushed 
her hands away and grasped my rod, squeezing my balls, causing me 
to cry out. " Oh Sean, what did Ah do? Ah's sorry."

	"Missy wants be gentle with them there balls, them's 
tender." She took Sona's hand and tickled her palm with her 
fingertips. "Ah do soft like Missy; you know like tickle-tickle." 
Sonja tried it again, watching my face. I closed my eyes and 
enjoyed my future wife being instructed in that fine art. " Now 
Missy, we pulls back skin like that." I opened my eyes a bit 
watching Sonja's face. "Nice mushroom ma Massa got; Ah licks it 
now." She swirled her tongue around my knob for a minute, while 
Sonja watched intensely, still fondling my balls carefully. "Missy 
try now, lick like ice cream cone." 

	Sonja copied her licking gingerly. Honeybee looked up at 
me, nodding encouragingly. "Now Missy, Ah shows you suck, like 
this." Sonja sat up, still cradling my balls and watched as 
Honeybee sucked. Her lips stroked my entire rod as usual for a 
minute and then she sat up. "Missy try now." Sonja swallowed the 
whole thing and then sat up choking. "Oh Missy not all da first 
time, just easy like. Gets air by da nose, slowly like." Sonja 
took a few deep breaths and tried again swallowing only my knob 
moving her head up and down slowly. "Oh good Missy, bit faster 
now. Good Missy, suck harder, good Missy." I felt the pressure 
building up despite her inexperience or maybe because of it and 
decided not to warn her. I blew on the down stroke, filling her 
throat. She choked and pulled away, getting a second spurt on her 
face. She sat up startled, while Honeybee quickly swallowed my rod 
finishing me off. She then grasped a towel for cleaning Sonja's 
face.

	"No Honeybee," I interrupted," you lick her face clean." 
She stood up as Sonja sat on her knees and licked my cum of her 
face. She then used the towel to dry her. Sonja then got down next 
to me and cuddled up.

	"Oh honey, she murmured, "Ah ain't so good about that but 
Ah will be, you'll see."

	"You better not be good at it right now but you have a 
good teacher." She looked at Honeybee on her knees at our feet.

	"Could she do me now, Ah's got that feeling?" Sonja cooed 
in my ear.

	"No!"

	"Why honey?"

	"Because I want to watch you do it yourself; you've done 
that before haven't you?"

	"Well yes ... honey but you're here ... and Honeybee too." 

	"I want to see you do it," Paul had told Sona to sometimes 
and I'd always wondered why; now suddenly the idea appealed to me. 
"Honeybee you do it too, Straddle Sonja's hips."

	"Yes Massa," she eagerly spread her legs over Sonja as 
they began masturbating, her pussy just over Sonja's. Honeybee 
climaxed quickly while Sonja's seemed to be making a halfhearted 
effort. I cuddled up to her, kissing her passionately while 
fondling her breasts. She finally came, groaning in my mouth. Then 
I told Honeybee, who was trying for a second climax, to stop and 
lick her own and Sonja's fingers.

	Sonja watched Honeybee as she worked her wet towel on 
various body parts, including her own. Honeybee appeared agitated, 
which was a sign of her not being completely satisfied yet.

	"Look honey," Sonja coed, "little Honeybee's still horny. 
Ain't you Honeybee?" Honeybee shrugged busying herself; carefully 
wiping Sonja's pussy. "Ah wants to see you fuck her honey, 
please?" I had avoided doing that, since deciding not to do it 
with Sonja until after the wedding and I was surprised she would 
suggest it. Honeybee looked at me breathlessly awaiting my reply.

	"You really think we should Sonja, after all..." she 
closed my mouth with a kiss.

	"Yes Sean, Ah knows you done it before; Ah wants to see 
you do it." I nodded at Honeybee and she moved into position. 
Seems that Auntie had told Sonja everything. I clasped her black 
cheeks as she impaled herself and began bouncing up and down. 
Sonja watched for a minute and then alternately kissed me 
passionately and rubbed her breasts in my face until I blew my 
load.

	Every night after that Sonja practiced her oral skill on 
me, eagerly supervised by Honeybee. She was determined to swallow 
the whole thing without choking and was able to do so within a 
week. She loved to watch honeybee bouncing up and down on my rod, 
while she hugged and kissed me.

	She spent the last night before the wedding with her 
parents, in order to prepare for the wedding. That was only proper 
she said. The next time I would see her was at the altar. 

	It was strange to see everyone dressed up, particularly 
Paul in his rented tux. Sonja's wedding dress was handed down from 
her grandmother and she looked like a goddess as she came down the 
aisle. I felt like a god myself when she said "Ah do," her face 
glowing with adoration. At that movement I thought of auntie, how 
right she'd been. When I was told to kiss the bride, time stood 
still. I was informed later that some of the congregation began to 
chuckle while some applauded. Paul, being my best man finally 
tapped me on the shoulder, to some booing from the crowd and we 
reluctantly parted lips.

	During the reception, I had my second experience with 
alcohol, much to the amusement of some of the boys. I passed out 
again and woke up in the morning with a hangover. Someone had 
driven us to a tourist lodge where we would spend three days, 
courtesy of Sonja's parents. Sonja was just coming out of the 
bathroom freshly showered, dressed in a very sexy nighty. She 
laughed at me; "Ah's still a virgin Sean. Some honey moon lover 
you are," she handed me some pills and a glass of water. She 
kissed me sweetly as I lay back on the pillow again.

	"Later honey; remind me never to drink again." She began 
sucking me and despite my headache managed to get it hard. She 
then straddled me and positioned her vagina on my knob. 

	"Here it goes," she laughed and bore down. I could feel 
something blocking and stretching. She groaned and then cried out 
with pain as her hymen tore as my knob slipped inside. My cock was 
covered with blood and she got up and ran into the bathroom, 
holding her crotch with one hand. I ran in after her scared out of 
my wits. She was sitting on the toilet holding a wad of paper in 
her crotch. "That hurt," she said and then smiled bravely. 

	"Are you Ok?" she nodded and handed me some paper to wipe 
the blood of my cock. 

	"It stopping bleeding; Ah guess that wasn't too good for 
you?"

	"Don't worry it'll be better later, we've got two more 
nights here."

	The following night was much better but she was extremely 
tight and it was difficult for me to cum inside her,since I knew 
she was hurting, so she ended up blowing me. The third night was 
perfect, several times. She had no internal action like Honeybee 
but she was tight which made up for it.

	We were in the lobby waiting for Paul to pick us up on the 
last day. He was about two hours late. A police officer entered 
while we waited and asked the clerk some questions. The clerk 
pointed our way and he approached us.

	Paul was dead; he had been killed after crashing into a 
tree on the way to pick us up.  

	I was crushed, despite his red neck personality he had 
been someone I could depend on. He had been a good friend and 
mentor on the farm. This was my second loss in a short time. 
Sonja's father came into the lobby a few minutes later visibly 
upset, he had been behind Paul in his own truck and witnessed the 
accident. Paul had been drinking heavily with some pals and was 
warned not to drive. Carl had followed to try to stop him but to 
no avail.

	Sona had not been told yet and the officer asked me if I 
wanted to bring her the bad news. I nodded and we left for home 
with Carl.

	Sona just sat there for a long time staring at nothing 
after I told her. She didn't cry and then told us that she better 
start supper. For days she just worked at her housework with out 
speaking to any one, other than supper is ready and such. 

	Honeybee cried for a long time, this was after all the man 
who with auntie had given her a home. The fact that he had always 
used her like a slave didn't seem to matter; she had thrived on it 
in her own strange way.

	I made the funeral arrangements and spoke to our lawyer. 
Paul did not have a will but Sona being the wife had clear tittle 
to his estate.   
  
	A few days after the funeral I drove Sona to the Layers 
office to get her affairs straightened out. As the wife she now 
owned Paul's farm, there were no other claimants. The lawyer told 
her that the property could easily be sold to a neighboring 
tourist lodge. Suddenly Sona was a relatively wealthy woman. Then 
she shocked the lawyer and me by saying that she wanted to farm. 
We knew that the farm next door to mine was for sale cheap; the 
land had been unused for ten years since the home and outbuilding 
were destroyed in a fire. She suggested that we become fifty-fifty 
partners in a combined farm operation. She would buy the adjoining 
farm and invest in more equipment. She wanted to stay on in the 
house, probably since she had no place else to go.   

	I told her and the lawyer that we had to discuss it 
further, since I wanted to include my wife in such a decision. 
While we were in the lawyer's office, I noticed that Sona's 
English had improved markedly since Paul died. I wondered now if 
her broken English and submissive oriental persona had been a 
performance to please his ego. 

	During the next few weeks, Sona displayed a surprising 
grasp of the farm operation, especially the financial end. She had 
quietly over the years listened to Paul's and my auntie's 
discussions and had committed everything to memory. Sonja was 
reluctant to share the farm business at first but when Paul's old 
farm was sold for a good deal of money and Sona revealed that 
there was enough to add an extension onto the house, including a 
modern kitchen, indoor plumbing and several bedrooms, Sonja 
couldn't resists. A business agreement was drawn up by the lawyer 
and signed by Sona, Sonja and myself.

	It was really strange to watch Sona outside on the farm in 
work clothes. I knew she was physically strong but her ability to 
handle tools and equipment was uncanny. She told me she had worked 
on her father's farm from the time she was little but I understood 
that it was mostly traditional rice paddies and very primitive.

	After a few weeks, she more or less took charge of 
Honeybee as far as sex was concerned. In the past, she had made 
love to her only when told by Paul or myself. One night I said to 
Sonja that I would like to watch her and Sona make love, while I 
got ready to fuck Honeybee. I had changed the house rules by then 
about clothing, mostly because of the tradesmen being around. Even 
Honeybee reluctantly dressed every day.

	"I like that Sona said," smiling her former submissive 
smile. "You like too, Sonja? Sonja shrugged and looked at me.

	"If you want me to Sean; you know Ah do all you want."

	"I kind of miss being told and the spankings too." Sona 
said, while undressing. Honeybee had already undressed herself and 
began to undress Sonja. "Would you spank me too Sean?"

	"If you spank Sona; Ah get spanked too, Sean." Sonja 
interrupted in an almost demanding tone of voice. 

	I spanked both of them and Sona knelt after, giving my 
knob that ritual kiss she was so used to performing. Sonja 
imitated her and they made love on the mattress. I watched them, 
while sitting on the couch as Honeybee slowly frigged and sucked 
me. She knew that I wanted to watch them for a while before I 
penetrated her. 

	When ready I reached down, grasped her by the waist, and 
pulled her up until she straddled me with her thick little thighs. 
I kissed her passionately and then told her to impale herself. She 
did that quickly with a very surprised look on her face, since I 
had never fucked her face to face before. Her expression soon 
became ecstatic as she began bouncing up and down, She threw her 
short arms around my neck kissing me as I grasped and groped her 
chubby ass cheeks. I came way too soon for her and I let her 
bounce until she climaxed. She then sat there still impaled and 
smiled at me. "Oh Massa Ah feels good. Massa kiss ma lips and 
fucks ma body front way like. Oh Ah's so happy." 

	Sona and Sonja were still going at it and I left Honeybee 
impaled until they were done. Then I made her lie across my lap 
and gave her several good whacks while Sona and Sonja positioned 
their asses in front of me waiting for theirs. I had always 
thought it was a silly ritual but now I enjoyed it and after 
Honeybee sucked me clean I whacked them both. I sat down after 
that and Sona kissed my cock, imitated immediately by Sonja; a 
ritual I still didn't understand. I remember telling auntie the 
day I arrived that I felt like a Sultan with all the sex I was 
getting. Now as Sonja sat down and snuggled up kissing me, I 
relished that feeling again.   

	To Paul, the spankings had obviously been his affirmation 
of authority over women. To me it was more about the pleasure of 
feeling the flesh under my hand and hearing the sounds you could 
vary by cupping you hand slightly followed by the woman's gasp. 

	I think Sona asked to be spanked now as sort of an 
insurance policy for her belonging in the house. Sonja was being a 
copycat in a way but I also thought she was somehow demonstrating 
her love for me by willingly accepting discipline, if you could 
call it that. With Honeybee, however, it was different. Paul had 
never spanked her, as he had said, because she was black and there 
was no need to.  She was so excited originally when I began to 
spank her; she would literally groan with pleasure. She probably 
considered it a reward for services rendered. 

	In the following months while the addition was in progress 
the relationship between Sona and Sonja became more strained every 
day. Sonja felt that as the wife, she should be the boss in the 
house. She accepted Sona as an equal partner on the farm but that 
was outside the walls to her. Our sexual activities did not seem 
to be affected by this, however. When I ordered the two of them to 
have sex, it was like a match made in heaven. They would spend 
ages massaging each other, turning that into passionate foreplay 
before they satisfied each other orally. Ten minutes later, they 
could be at loggerheads. 

	One evening Sona began telling Sonja about the customs, 
religions and folklore of her home country. Sonja, already into 
astrology, ghosts, goblins, Taro cards and such, became enthralled 
with those foreign beliefs, as she called them. Every night after 
that Sona would tell her more stories and Sonja would listen 
intently, asking detailed questions. The tension in the house 
eased somewhat and I breathed easier. Then one night while I was 
sitting reading, I heard Sonja say: "Muz-Muh, what is that?"

	"Oh Muz-Muh," Sona said. Is a very important spirit, like 
a love god you know? Muz-Muh is not male, not female but both and 
not the same." That got my attention.

	"That doesn't make sense Sona." They both stared back at 
me as if I had barged into a private conversation.

	"Oh Sean," Sonja said. "You don't understand these things. 
Be a good husband and read your book." I chuckled and did but Sona 
had aroused my attention and I was unable to concentrate on the 
story.  

	Sona continued, "all married people have a Muz-Muh in 
house, a small wood statue in special place. Husband stands up, 
bows a little and orders Muz-Muh to grant him wishes and good sex 
with wife. Muz-Muh will grant only if wife burns incense, kneels, 
kisses and strokes Muz-Muh. Wife love Muz-Muh like god." 

	"I want to have a Muz-Muh," Sonja exclaimed excitedly; "I 
love that idea. Where do we get a Muz-Muh, Sona?"

	"Oh, only in my country," Sona answered somberly, "but ... 
 maybe we could have a different Muz-Muh." Her voice took on a 
mysterious tone. 

	"How?" Sonja asked shrugging her shoulders, totally 
captivated.

	"I could be Muz-Muh in house, we have sex now when Sean 
say and I kneel to blow too." I gaped at Sona and then chuckled to 
myself thinking, Sonja would never go along with kneeling and 
treating Sona like a god.
   
	"Ah like that," Sonja burst out. "Ah like that. Sean, Ah 
want Sona to be Muz-Muh."

	"But you would be like a submissive to Sona; kneel and 
pray to her."

	"No silly boy not Sona, Muz-Muh. I kneel to Muz-Muh the 
spirit, not Sona; Ah would be submitting to you, don't you see? 
How we do it Sona?"

	I broke in, "but Sona is not a spirit and we would both be 
having sex with her, not the spirit?"
	
	"Oh Sean you's impossible, go on Sona."

	"Well, in my country Muz-Muh is part of wedding. It has 
place of honor in ceremony and man and wife bring statue home 
after.   

	"Ah know," Sonja brightened up like a light bulb. "Ah 
could wear my wedding dress," Sonja blurted excitedly to Sona and 
then to me, looking at my mystified expression: " Sean Ah love 
that; just like having another wedding. Say yes please, we'll do 
that."

	"Let me get this straight Sona, "I said, ignoring Sonja 
for a minute. "You're our partner in the farm business; you work 
on the farm like I do. Do you mean to say that just like Sonja is 
my wife now, she will also be yours and you will be my wife as 
well?"

	"Not same," she said, reverting to broken English. "When 
partner in farm, I Sona. Muz-Muh is spirit for happy sex, not 
Sona."

	I shook my head throwing up my hands. "Do as you like 
then," I went back to my book, thinking that maybe Sona dreamt 
this whole story up to dominate Sonja. 

	She came over and plunked down on my knee pushing the book 
out of the way "Please Sean, Ah want to marry you again, with 
Muz-Muh in the ceremony."

	"You really want to be Sona's wife, sort of?"

	"Not Sona, Muz-Muh! When's you gonna get it straight? 
You's my husband and Ah do have sex with Sona when you tell me, I 
like doing what you want." I wondered now, if my young wife had 
been uncomfortable with Sona, who was six years older, as an 
equal. With Sona's suggested arrangement she would be her wife, in 
the old-fashioned sense and submitting to her then would perhaps 
be more acceptable. 

	I nodded, "OK then, we'll try it."

	"Oh Sean, Ah loves you so much," Sonja exploded and almost 
in the same breath: "Honeybee, get my wedding dress already; Ah's 
getting married," she sang. "Oh wait, we need vows like in the 
church" She rummaged through her things somewhere and found our 
written vows. She then sat down with Sona and began to rewrite 
them to include Muz-Muh.

	Within an hour, every thing was ready. Honeybee in the 
meantime brought the wedding dress out of storage. She also 
brought my suit and I was told to dress myself, Sonja needed much 
more attention. Sona had dressed in a pantsuit, which I thought 
was cleverly appropriate for her strange dual wife and husband 
role. Honeybee wore a dress she had made herself for our wedding, 
where she had been a flower girl. Sona and I were already in the 
living room when Sonja entered from the unfinished addition, with 
Honeybee carrying her train. Once again, she was a goddess, a 
vision to behold. I looked at Sona, her eyes were shining with 
adoration; her sensuous lips slightly parted as Sonja stopped in 
front of us. I wondered at that moment if she was actually in love 
with Sonja. That was really strange, since until now they had 
resented each other. Now that Sonja was volunteering a submissive 
role Sona appeared to be madly in love with her. 

	We both rose and Sona motioned for Sonja to kneel in front 
of her. Sona then reached both hands for Sonja's. They joined 
hands and Sona told her that she should bow her head. She then 
looked at me; "you must read vows now."

	I read them slowly and emotionally as the minister had 
done, until I came to the rewritten part. "Do you Muz-Muh the 
spirit of love and sex in our home, accept Sonja love and 
affection to be transmitted bodily and mentally to me her 
husband?" 

	"I Muz-Muh, accept her body love and her mind devotion to 
me. I do."

	"Do you Sonja, promise to honor and obey Muz-Muh, serve 
her physically with your body as you serve me and pray for her to 
serve me your husband in the same manner." I couldn't believe what 
I was reading.

	"Ah promise to serve and honor Muz-Muh as Ah serve and 
honor my husband in all ways. Ah do."

	"I now pronounce you, Sonja my wife bonded to serve 
Muz-Muh body and soul."

	Sona placed Sonja's hands on her thighs and pulled her 
head into her crotch. I could hear Sonja breathing deeply, as she 
stroked Sona's thighs. She was in a trance as she had been at our 
real wedding.

	"I Muz-Muh feel good devotion enter body from devoted 
wife. I will now kneel and make vow to husband." It took a minute 
for Sonja to collect herself and rise. I handed her the written 
vows but she didn't need them and handed them back to me. She 
stood for a long time with her eyes closed, while Sona knelt in 
front of me and took my hands bowing her head.

	"Will you Sean, my husband order Muz-Muh to grant you 
wishes and have Muz-Muh transfer my sexual pleasure when you so 
desire?" Sonja spoke breathlessly her eyes closed. 

	"I will give her orders and use her body holding your 
wishes for my pleasure when I so desire. I do." Again I was 
shaking my head mentally.

	"Ah now pronounce you, Sean my husband the demander of 
Muz-Muh's pleasures as I your wife serve you through Muz-Muh."

	Sona let go of my hands, grasped my thighs pushing her 
head into my crotch, holding it there for a minute. She then rose 
and spoke. "I Muz-Muh accept the vow of wife to honor me and 
promise of husband to demand good sex. Wife will now kiss Muz-Muh 
to give husband, to pronounce wife, Muz-Muh and husband one 
spirit." Sonja kissed her passionately, after which Sona kissed me 
for the first time ever. "Now husband reward wife with kiss." I 
kissed Sonja as the three of us embraced, sealing our strange 
collective union.

	"Honeybee!" Sona said in a sharp tone. "Undress 'our' 
bride." She smiled at me victoriously as she spoke. Her emphasis 
of  'our' did not escape me. She was now in charge of Sonja's sex 
life and in some respects mine. Sonja knelt while Honeybee undid 
the top of the wedding dress and then stood up while honeybee 
removed it, storing it away. Sonja had worn nothing under the 
dress and was standing naked smiling submissively at me and then 
Sona.

	"Please husband," Sona cooed sweetly. "Sit and watch while 
wife pleases Muz-Muh for you." She looked at Sonja and pointed at 
the floor in front of herself. Sonja knelt and removed Sona's 
pants and underpants. She kissed Sona's feet; slowly moving up her 
legs, kissing and stroking until she reached her crotch. During 
this, Sona had indicated to Honeybee that she wanted her top 
removed. Honeybee clambered up on a couch armrest and performed as 
ordered.

	When naked, she ordered Sonja to stand up and bend over 
after which she proceeded to spank her. My mouth fell open; Sona 
had now made a complete transformation from Paul's obedient wife 
to a demanding mistress. It was incredible, that from below that 
soft sweet personality had emerged a tiger. Sonja without being 
told knelt and kissed her vagina. Sona then told Sonja to stand 
up. She reached her arms around Sonja's neck drawing the lips of 
my almost head taller wife down to her mouth. They kissed 
passionately, while Sonja's hands stroked every part of Sona's 
body. 

	They fell on the mattress and made love, Sona on top while 
Honeybee without asking began to undress me. She always seemed to 
anticipate our needs; though at this point I had no idea what my 
needs were. She then took off with my suit arriving back in time 
with her towels to service Sona and Sonja, who were by now just 
lying there relishing their climaxes. 

	Sona rose first and then knelt in front of me. "Wife has 
filled Muz-Muh with her wishes for your love." She began to fondle 
my stiff penis, looking up at me with those adoring eyes. She 
swallowed it, stroking it a few times. She then pulled back, 
"Muz-Muh has wishes inside from wife. Husband should join wishes 
there with semen." She stood up, I had never penetrated her before 
and I didn't think that was part of this arrangement.

	Sonja by now was at her side and the two of them each took 
one of my hands and pulled me up. We walked to the mattress. "Your 
sperm must join my wishes inside Muz-Muh now darling." Sonja said 
squeezing me tight and kissing me. She then looked in my eyes with 
a hypnotized expression on her beautiful face.   
 
	Sona then told Sonja to lie down on her back. She got on 
her hands and knees with her vagina over Sonja's face. Sona looked 
up at me over her shoulder. "Wife will guide husband's penis into 
Muz-Muh now, to join semen with wishes." I had never heard such 
nonsense but the thought of adding a third vagina to my arsenal 
with my wife begging me to do it, was not a bad deal. I got down 
and Sonja did what Sona had ordered. I rammed it in while Sonja 
fingered my balls. Her vagina was alive with action like 
Honeybee's and I blew my load in less than twenty strokes. I 
pulled out and sat back while Honeybee dutifully cleaned me up.

	They stayed in the same position, except that Sona lowered 
her body onto Sonja's face. "Wife must now take in husbands semen 
and wishes together," she said and they began licking each other 
again. Honeybee began to blow me and I pushed her away, telling 
her to lie down on the mattress on her back. This was a day of 
change; I had never fucked her this way and she was very surprised 
as she spread her thick little legs, reaching her arms for me. I 
began ramming her, resting on my elbows.

	"No Massa," she pushed on my elbows. Ah likes Massa body 
push down. I should have known; she was strong and her pelvis was 
bouncing me like a rag doll. She groaned her satisfaction several 
times before I came. Sona and Sonja were still going at it and I 
watched them while Honeybee fussed over me with her towels. 

	When they finished. Sona spanked Sonja and then they bent 
over in front of me waiting to be spanked, after which they both 
performed the usual sucking rites. Sona had cleverly managed to 
establish a pecking order. Sonja then cuddled into my arms and 
gave me a very soggy kiss. "Later tonight Darling we'll make love 
like never before." Honeybee's hand separated our faces, wiping 
the semen and pussy juice away and then moved to Sona. "You know 
why darling?" I shook my head.

	"Why should it be any better than before?"

	"Oh you are a silly boy aren't you? Ah have the spirit 
inside now and every few days Muz-Muh will renew it. And Muz-Muh 
will also begin to teach me vaginal action like she did Honeybee a 
few years ago."    

	I kissed my beautiful impressionable wife passionately, 
nodding my head mentally. 

             
The End

Reavan

        
  


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