****** The Inheritance by Will Bubar ******
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The Inheritance


"It was incredible, beyond belief." These were the only thoughts that came to
mind. They kept echoing through his mind as John finished watching the video.
It was so completely unexpected, he had to stop the machine and sit there while
his brain tried to grasp what his father had been saying, then he rewound the
tape and watched it all again, maybe somehow he had misunderstood. His father
had recently died from a stroke, and it had taken the lawyers a week or so to
locate John and for him to arrive at his father's house. After the argument
when his father had married the young gold-digger, John had been content to
stay in Europe and tend to that end of the business. As he had been taking a
week's vacation, he had been out of touch until he called in to his office.

There the chief lawyer had met him and had given him the keys and the video in
a sealed envelope.

"We do not know what is in this," he had said. "Your father left a legal will,
and everything is left to you. The business, the house, the money, everything.
By her own request your stepmother gets nothing except her clothes and personal
belongings. The only other thing is this envelope, which your father requested
you open alone, in his house, before doing anything else." With that he had
left, and John made the lonely journey across the Atlantic to his father's
house, wishing all the way that they could have talked one more time so that
there would not have been ill-will between them at the last. After wandering
around the ground floor of the large house for a bit, John had opened the
envelope and played the startling video. His father had made it some months
before his death, and evidently in anticipation of the event. In it his father
had explained how he had met Miriam, who had come into the house as a home
health aid, and later married her.

"I know you were upset at the idea of your seventy-year-old father marrying a
twenty-year-old girl, but your mother has been dead almost thirty years, and
since you have your own life so far away I've been lonely. I know you thought
of this as the typical old fool and a gold-digger, but you couldn't be more
mistaken. Actually, I only married her for her protection, and had to talk her
into it. Miriam has asked for nothing, but to make my life happier. She is from
Thailand, and that is how she was raised. If you are watching this, then of
course I am dead, but let me assure you I have died a happy man. In addition to
the rest of the estate, I am leaving Miriam to you. Yes, that's what I said, I
am leaving my greatest treasure to you, my son. Forget all the legal nonsense
about her being your stepmother, just accept her as she is.

"That is all I ask. Please sleep in the master bedroom tonight, and she will
come to you. If tomorrow you feel that you cannot keep her, I am asking you to
provide her with a safe and comfortable passage to Bangkok, where she has
family. If on the other hand you have realized what a treasure she is, then I
wish you both a long and happy life. Remember, my son, I am leaving her in your
care, as I trust you to be wise and follow your heart."

After watching the tape for the third time, John simply sat there, his mind
whirling. He was forty-four years old, and felt as confused as a teen-ager.
What would he do with a twenty-four year old stepmother? After a while he put
the question from his mind, placed the tape in the wall safe, and went into the
kitchen to see if he could scrape together something for supper. There he found
the table neatly set with one place, a bottle of wine opened on the table, and
an excellent meal keeping warm in the oven. He still hadn't laid eyes on
Miriam, but obviously she had been busy.

After eating he stacked the dishes in the sink and made his way upstairs to
bed. He knew that his father had spent his last months in a ground floor
bedroom, and thought nothing of using the master bedroom. The wine had made him
drowsy, and it wasn't long before his eyes drooped and his breathing slowed as
he drifted off into a gentle sleep It must have been two hours later that he
was half-awakened by a timid tapping at the door.

Half raising himself in the bed, he answered, "Yes?"

When the door eased open he first thought it was a mistake of some kind; that a
child had somehow mistakenly found her way to his room. Still not fully awake
he watched as she entered, slowly nearing the bed. She seemed to be about
fourteen years of age, only about four and a half feet tall, and bundled in a
bulky robe that touched the floor so that she seemed to glide rather than walk
as she crossed the room.

Her face was small and innocently tender, but with slightly swollen lips and
gorgeous dark eyes framed in the long black hair that was parted in the middle
to fall wonderfully to her knees and below. Her hands, protruding from the
sleeves of her robe, were small and delicate with well-tended nails visible as
she raised them and placed them under her chin with her palms together as if
praying. He was too surprised to interrupt as she started speaking.

"Master, I am Miri. Your good papa told me that he gives me to you. He said
that you would be good to me, that you are gentle and would not hurt me. Your
papa told me to introduce myself to you in this way your first night here."

With that she dropped her hands and with a slight shrug of her shoulders the
robe slid down her body ending up as a circle of material around her ankles.
John could only gasp, not really believing his eyes. As she stepped out of the
material closer to him his eyes were drawn to her feet and ankles, so tiny and
delicate. Raising his eyes they traveled up gloriously shapely legs, which met
at a completely bare and perfectly shaped pussy with slightly swollen lips.
Then to a classically beautiful belly with just a trace of an outward curve.
Not for her the washboard abs of the modern girl who spent half her life in a
gym trying to improve on nature. A tiny waist, then an exquisite pair of
breasts which, while actually small, looked too large for her slight frame Her
shoulders gently rounded, and her neck gracefully long, and all of her encased
in a golden skin that begged to be caressed. His eyes were drawn back to her
breasts, and as he was gazing transfixed at the silver dollar sized aureoles
capped by large, hard, and protruding nipples so dark a red they were almost
black, she continued speaking.

"Master, your papa was a good man, but not in his young years. While we were
able to keep each other happy in many ways, one thing he could not accomplish.
Please, Master, I am still virgin. Your papa said you would be able to change
that for me and make me a full woman." Spreading her arms in a pleading manner,
she stood at the side of the bed. "Master, if it please you, make me a woman."

John was still in shock as she slowly pulled the cover back and laid beside
him, but he recovered in a hurry as her small hand wormed its way into his
boxers and grasped his rapidly expanding tool. John was not massively built
like some of the men in the porno videos he had watched, being slightly over
six inches with average thickness, but looking down and seeing his prick
wrapped in her tiny hand made him seem gigantic in comparison. He drew in his
breath sharply as she squeezed both hands around the base of it while ducking
down to slip her soft moist lips over the head.

She rapidly established a rhythm, squeezing the base as she applied suction to
the head, and then releasing both to slide her lips up and back down, then
repeating the process over and over. Each time she slid her mouth slightly
farther down his extremely tender shaft, taking it even more into her tiny
mouth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling, as more and more of
him disappeared between her lips. He noticed that her mouth seemed to be
generating heat, and his prick was reacting to the moisture and heat by seeming
to grow and expand even farther than ever before in his life. Each time she
went down she would momentarily hesitate before starting back up, and he could
feel her amazing tongue trying to wrap itself around him. Soon he felt the
mushroom head strike the back of her mouth, and assumed that she could go no
farther, but was amazed to feel her start swallowing as his prick continued on
into her throat. By now he was making involuntary humping motions with his hips
and she timed her strokes to him, using his motions to drive him deeper.

Then she bottomed out, her nose in his pubic hair and her forehead pressed hard
against his belly. He thought again that she was done, but when she started to
hum a tune and the vibrations traveled up his prick he was done thinking.
Grabbing both sides of her head he spasmed, driving in almost another half inch
before the cum shot from his balls, traversing the length of his iron hard
prick to volley into her throat.

Again he shot, and again and again. He didn't know how much he spent, only that
it was more than ever before. Weakly he lay back, releasing her head as she
slowly raised up, her tongue busy cleaning all remaining cum from him before
releasing him from her tight lips with an audible sound.

He shivered as he felt the hot hard nipples of her young breasts dragging over
his groin and belly, and the hot moistness of her pussy against his leg as she
squirmed her way up to lay beside him with her head tucked under one arm, her
lips gently suckling on his sensitive male nipple. He gradually put his arm
around her, his hand falling naturally at her waist. Her long, glossy hair
covered her, and as he stroked her it seemed to intensify the feeling. Slowly
his hand moved downwards, almost as if it had a mind of it's own, until it
arrived at her ass. Such a small thing it seemed, and yet so wonderfully
sculpted. It was warm to the touch, and seemed so soft, and yet as he slid his
fingers farther down toward the dividing crack it seemed to shiver, and
suddenly tensed as the soft cushion under his hand became almost rock hard. He
put his other hand gently on her face and traced her features with feather
light fingertips. Her big eyes, her tiny ears, her cheekbones and cute little
button nose. As his finger traced her lips she suddenly sucked it in, nursing
on it like a baby at a teat.

When, after a long moment, he pulled his finger away she looked up at him,
smiling. "Now, Master? Now you will make me a woman, please?"

John didn't hesitate. He knew in his mind that this was all wrong. She was just
a child. The fact that he knew her actual age made no difference, her body was
that of a child. Maybe that was part of the attraction, after all, it was the
fantasy of most middle-aged men at one time or another to make love to a young
girl, and here his fantasy could come true. Slowly he rolled toward her, at the
same time placing her on her back. As he slid his body onto hers she spread her
legs to allow him room between them. Clasping her head between his hands he
started licking and kissing at her face, covering all of it before he settled
at her lips. Her lips were hot, soft and yet firm at the same time, and they
parted eagerly as soon as the tip of his tongue touched them. He took his time,
tracing her lips, her teeth, and her gums. He learned the sweetness of her
mouth thoroughly, and when her tongue timidly reached for his the feeling of
bliss was doubled.

It was some time later before he left her mouth to pay oral homage to her
tender neck, then trail his way down to those twin peaks of perfection, those
firm upstanding breasts with their dark cherry nipples. They were not large,
except in relation to her diminutive body, but were exquisite in shape and
texture being firm and yet soft with the nipples placed in the center of the
aureoles in such a fashion that they were tilted upwards, as if asking for
kisses and sucklings. The texture and taste being such that John felt compelled
to linger there, and once he saw how the nipples swelled, how they darkened and
lengthened under the touch of his tongue, how sensitized they became to the
point that Miri lay helplessly moaning and whimpering he was loath to leave
them. But there were new worlds to conquer, new areas to explore, and in the
next half hour or so he had tongued every inch of the front of her trembling
body as far as her waist.

After paying oral homage to her pretty little belly button, his tongue trailed
down to the crease where her right leg joined her belly, bringing more ecstatic
moans from deep within her as her body quivered and her hips tried to thrash in
his grip. Trailing down her leg he reached her foot, so tender and delicate,
and then switched over to the other foot to start his way back upwards on that
leg. By the time he reached the crease of her belly on that side she was almost
out of control, trying to move her hips under his mouth, trying to move his
mouth over her central treasure.

Then he stopped, and sitting back on his heels rolled her over onto her front
with her hands with their white knuckled fists out stretched.

Moving up between her legs he repeated the process, starting with her shoulders
and working down to the small of her back. There he skipped to the crease under
the round of her exquisite ass, moving down to her foot but spending some time
behind her knee as she cried out and grasped at the bed sheets. When he came
back up the other leg he didn't tease her anymore, but licked and kissed every
small bit of that ass, working his way into the crease to where his tongue
finally penetrated her tiny anus causing her to raise up with a screech as her
pussy convulsed and released it's juices. Burying his nose in the crease his
hands grasped her hips and gradually lifted her upwards so that his tongue
could follow the path under her crotch to where he could clean her spasming
pussy. Quickly rolling her to her back he fastened his mouth over her, his
tongue digging deeply into her to scoop out her taste, then following up
between her swollen lips to where he could play a tattoo on her hard little
clit. Moaning, whimpering, screaming, she came again and again, uncontrollably.
It was then, while she was lost in lust that he eased his body over hers,
slipping his boxers down and off as the mushroom shaped head of his overly hard
prick nestled between her lips like a ship coming home to port.

Resting on his elbows to keep most of his weight off her, he slowly entered her
tunnel of love, one slow inch at a time. By this time Miri was so lost in
sensation that she could only moan and gasp for air as she involuntarily
twisted and turned under him. Her belly alternately hard then soft, her very
skin seeming to crawl on her body, she was long gone into her sexual
revelation. As he slowly inched into her she quivered, she shivered, she moaned
helplessly. When he arrived at her maidenhood he didn't hesitate but gave a
short, sharp lunge, breaking through while she reacted by lifting herself to
meet him. He stopped, holding himself motionless for long moments as she fucked
herself onto him with the motions of her hips, then gave her another inch, then
another. He kept this up until he reached his limit, with the head of his prick
against her cervix and his aching balls tight to her ass. By this time she was
coming again, uncontrollably, her body twisting and writhing, her voice echoing
in the room in a loud scream of joy. Looking down he could see the hot rosy
flush that had spread from her face all the way down over her breasts, clearly
visible against her golden skin. Her head was thrown back, the cords of her
throat standing out in sharp relief, her eyes closed tight as her mouth opened
in her search for air.

He waited until she started to come down from that high peak she had reached,
holding himself as tightly into her as possible, then when her eyes flickered
open he started moving.

She looked at him, startled. "There is more?" she gasped.

He smiled at her and started with long slow strokes, almost completely
withdrawing, then slowly back in, letting her feel each inch of him as he re-
entered until he was fully socketed. Gradually she found his rhythm, working
her hips with his, rising to meet his down stroke and lowering as he withdrew.
Now that she was with him, he started to increase his speed in small increments
so that she could match him. His strokes soon came faster and faster, harder
and harder, his balls slapping against her anus splattering the juices that had
run down her crack.

She reached her peak again, screaming out her joy as her body went rigid, her
hips frozen in an arch that lifted him some inches off the bed. He slowed a
bit, but kept moving as she recovered again, then started to increase his speed
again. By now she was almost incoherent, her mind close to blanking out from
this sexual overload. He was into his own needs now, his stroke shortened to
only a few inches, his speed faster than ever. As her legs rose and clasped
around his back he felt himself on the brink, and wanting to bring her with him
he reached down and slipped his long middle finger quickly all the way up into
her anus, which was well lubricated by her over-flowing juices.

That was the trigger, as the long, hot bursts of cum blasted out from the end
of his prick against her cervix she went rigid again, a soundless scream trying
to leave her mouth, but emerging only as a long drawn whimper, then she
collapsed into a faint. John couldn't stop, his hips continued their pounding
as his cum continued to pump into her no longer virgin pussy. By the time he
had emptied himself into her she was regaining consciousness and clasped him
tightly with arms and legs, refusing to let him remove his weight from her or
withdraw from her wet and tender self.

Then there was the period of euphoria, just laying there clasped together, then
gradually as they started to breathe normally there was small kissings, and
cuddlings. She shifted slightly to accommodate his weight, he raised his head
from where it lay beside hers. As his expended prick started to contract the
movement in her sent quivers of sensation through her, which made her contract
her inner muscles to squeeze him tighter, which sensation made him groan with
happiness. It was an endless circle of bliss, from him to her to him to her...

When they had finally quieted and lay by each other she raised her head and
looked at him lovingly. "Master has now made me a woman. Master is great. He
will keep me now, yes? He will not send me home like useless one? Please, you
will keep me now?"

John looked at her fondly, yet with surprise, it had been years since he had
been so erotically excited, so hot, and yet he could already feel the stirring
of a new erection coming, "Miri, truthfully you are mine, and I am yours. I
don't know whether to thank my father or the gods, but we were certainly meant
for each other. Now, before we start again, let's talk and find out a few
things about each other."

Miri gasped, "Again? Again, so soon? But your papa only tried once every two or
three months to... He couldn't..."

John put his finger on her lips. "Miri, a new day has dawned. I figure that in
the future you will be complaining of too much sex, rather than not enough. But
if my father was able to get it up now and then, how come you were still a
virgin?"

"John, your papa was never sure how long his erection would last, so he said
that rather than leave me unsatisfied he would leave it for you to do," she
blushed prettily, "which you have certainly done well. When he could get an
erection he would put it in my mouth or my rear and it seemed that he enjoyed
himself, and he always used his fingers and tongue to satisfy me. Your papa was
good to me, and I will miss him, but you are my Master now, and after this
joyfulness I will serve you from love, not just from duty. I only ask, please
once in a while, put it in my ass as your papa did. It felt so good."

"Miri, I will do that gladly, as you have a most beautiful ass. Please, though,
don't call me Master, it makes me uncomfortable. Call me John, or lover, or
anything you want, as like I said before, we were meant for each other, and I
will never let you go."

As he was speaking he had been caressing her, and by now had gently rolled her
face down, with her legs somewhat spread. Sliding up between her legs he was
kissing and nipping at her perfect globes, occasionally forcing his tongue into
the crack at the bottom to drag it all the way up and out the top. She tried to
raise her hips, but he held her down, telling her to just lay there and let him
adore her. Gradually he built up a good coating of saliva in the crack, and his
tongue could penetrate far enough to touch and lick her tender anus. After a
time he figured she was prepared enough and raised up to put his steel hard
erection where his tongue had been, moving it slowly up and down, dragging it
over her anus each time in shorter and shorter strokes until he zeroed in on
his target.

Putting a bit of his weight behind it, he was gratified to see that there was
plenty of lubrication as his head pressured into and through her anus, sinking
an inch or so into her ass. Miri moaned with the feeling of penetration, and
wriggled her ass back and forth to encourage him as gradually, slow inch by
slow inch he powered into her. After some long minutes he was in her
completely, his overheated balls resting against her hot wet pussy. He rested
there momentarily to allow her to adjust to the feeling of fullness, to allow
her moaning and squirming to die away a bit, then he started his long slow
strokes.

By now her cries and groans had increased to incoherent grunts with now and
then a short, sharp scream and she was obviously having a problem with laying
still. John held her hips, and sitting back on his heels he brought her with
him to where she was sitting on his lap, impaled on his massive meat. Her cries
increased, and when his hands went around her and settled on her breasts with
her nipples held between his fingers she could no longer contain herself.
Moaning and crying from the lustful sensations she went wild, her legs shooting
straight out before her, her arms reaching up to heaven. This position put all
her weight on him and increased the penetration by another inch or more causing
her to go into wild spasms as she came helplessly.

"Oh, Papa," she called. "Thank you. Thank you for having such a wonderful son,
and for giving me to him. I know you loved me, Papa, and I know you are
watching over us and rejoicing at our love. Be happy, you have accomplished a
miracle."

As her orgasm started to wind down she was astonished to find that John was
still as hard as ever, filling her ass and bowels to the maximum, still slowly
pumping into her as his wonderful hands were still twisting and pulling at her
nipples. He seemed to realize just how far he could go to give her maximum
pleasure before it would turn to pain. Now John increased his pace, still
maintaining his length of stroke so that he was bottoming out each time, his
hot, pulsating love muscle thoroughly plugging her bowels and seemingly her
belly at the end of each stroke.

Each time he did so Miri grunted, unable to help herself, so lost she was in
the throes of passion. Then, with a high, keening wail she erupted again,
shivering, quivering, her every muscle seemingly turned to jelly as all her
senses were concentrated on the exquisite feelings flaming out from her crotch
as she experienced an anal and a vaginal orgasm at the same instant. Her anus
contracted almost painfully about the base of John's shaft, actually halting
his strokes for a moment before he was able to continue.

Faster and faster he stroked, his palms outspread flattening her breasts
against her chest so hard was he pressing her back against him. Then he also
let out an involuntary wail as he came violently, filling her bowels with a
massive cum to the point where her belly actually bulged momentarily, before
the pressure forced his semen out of her anus against the seal created by his
prick.

She, feeling his surprisingly hot spunk flood her insides came again, her cries
dying out as she lapsed into a faint. John felt his bones turning to water, and
simply rolled onto his back bringing her with him to lay spread on top of him
with his root still up inside of her as the last of his cum spurted and
dribbled out of his deflating prick into her ass, from where it then oozed out
around his prick and across his balls to run down the crack of his ass to the
bed.

It was some thirty minutes later when John stirred, feeling uncomfortable
laying in the cooling dampness under him. Miri was still laying on him, her
delectable little butt pressing down onto his thighs while his hands, still
clasped to her breasts, were now covered by her hands holding them there.
Rolling them both over, to the sound of her protesting moans, he raised up and
sat on the edge of the bed. Looking down on her as she sleepily curled into a
fetal position he chuckled, then stood. Entering the adjoining bathroom he
started the warm water running in the tub, then returned to gently pick her up.
As she cuddled closer to him and slid her arms around his neck he walked back
and stepped into the tub, sinking into the soothing water.

"Aiyeee," she squalled, trying to get away, and proceeded to tell him in no
uncertain terms that one could wash their hair, or their body, but not at the
same time in the same water. By now she was wide awake and it took quite a bit
of cuddling and kissing before she settled down and agreed that this time, on a
one-time-only basis, it was permissible. Then she took charge, insisting that
it was her job, and pleasure, to wash him, and it was his job to just relax and
let her do it. Which she did.

Thoroughly. Not missing a single spot. In fact some particular areas were
washed two or three times over before she pronounced him clean. Then, while she
finished washing herself and her long beautiful hair he went and changed the
bed, finding clean linens in the hall closet.

He was finished by the time she rejoined him, looking utterly delightful and
even more childish wearing a towel wrapped around her head, and nothing else to
cover that lovely golden skin. Laying down, he motioned her to him, and with
her head propped on his shoulder he gathered her close before pulling the
covers over them so they could sleep the sleep of exhaustion.

Over the next few months their love, and passion, bloomed. Each day seemed
better than the previous one. Each time they made love it was as if it was all
new and exciting. They tried all the normal ways and positions, and invented a
few of their own, and no matter how many times they joined it never seemed to
get "old." John felt better and younger every day, it seemed, and he credited
it to her. Not only her love making, she was a wonderful cook so that for the
first time in years he was eating regularly, and good healthy food at that.
Thus it was a matter of concern to him to arrive home one evening from his
office and find Miri sitting in the dark with a frown on her lovely face.
Holding her and cuddling her, it took a few minutes to make her answer his
questions as what was wrong.

Miri looked worried, but finally told him, "John, I have a problem, and I also
have a solution. Do you trust me? Before you answer, think a minute. Do you
trust me completely?"

"Lover, I would trust you with my life. What can I do to help?"

"John, I want you to give me three thousand dollars, without asking what I want
it for. You can't ask any questions about it, just trust me. Can you do that?"

John didn't even have to think. "How soon do you need it? I can bring it home
from work tomorrow, okay?"

Miri let out a sigh of relief, and wound her arms tightly around his neck,
nodding her head. That night when they made love it was extra sweet for some
reason. He gave her the money the next day, and over the next week or so it
slipped his mind as her natural good spirits returned. Then one day he got a
call at his office from Miri asking him to come home from work a little early
as she had a surprise for him.

When he arrived she sat him down and made his drink for him, then took off his
shoes and put his slippers on his feet. She did all she could to make him
comfortable, and then more until he could see she was stalling.

"All right, Miri, what's going on? What is this big surprise you called me home
for?"

Miri hesitated, then seemed to make up her mind. She clapped her hands,
sharply, and from the kitchen came a figure. It was a girl about her size,
wrapped in a shapeless robe, which she was holding closed under her chin. Miri
hugged her, then turned to John.

"This is my sister, Lily. I had to rescue her from home, and this is where your
money went. I had to use bribery to get her through the red tape, and this way
you can deny knowing of it, if it comes out." John started to speak, and she
shushed him. "This solves three problems at one time," she continued. "Lily was
raped by a neighbor man who wanted to make her a prostitute. We have saved her
from that by bringing her here. Second problem, Now Lily is afraid of men,
thinks all men are like that one and will hurt her, but I have told her that
you are a good man, and gentle. I know that you have the patience to teach her
that love is a good and wonderful thing. Please, John, if you love me you will
do this. This is my little sister and she needs our help."

With that she stood behind her sister and helped her out of the robe, revealing
a sweet young body much like her own. The same golden skin, the same tender
breasts, though slightly smaller, and the same completely hairless young slit
between her legs. The main difference was the cringing look of fear in the
girls face. John couldn't help himself, his heart went out to her. With a low,
crooning sound he slowly slipped from the chair to his knees, holding his arms
out to her. Inch by inch, with Miri whispering in her ear to encourage her,
Lily approached him. Hesitantly, fearfully, she reached out one hand to touch
his face.

"Please, Papa, don't hurt me anymore."

John looked shocked, glanced at Miri. "I told her to call you Papa," she said,
"and all she knows of men is that they are rough and strong, and take what they
want without regard for the feelings of women. John, she is my sister, we must
show her that some men are good, are not like those she has seen."

John's eyes went to Lily's, and she could see the tears starting in his.

When his arms started to enfold her she hesitated, then gave a gasp of relief
and settled to her knees in front of him, trustingly turning her head to one
side and gently laying it against his chest. He quietly held her, kissing the
top of her head with feather-light touches and softly crooning to her, telling
her how lovely and precious she was. Very gradually, her arms crept up and went
around his neck in a gesture of trust, and slowly he gathered her up in his
arms and stood, looking at Miri with a question in his eyes. She understood,
and simply led the way to their bed.

"With us," she said. "She will feel not only safer, but loved."

John lay down and cuddled Lily until Miri had undressed and returned from the
bathroom, then released her into her sister's arms so that he could make
himself ready for bed. When he started to rise, Lily started, and he soothed
her telling her he would return shortly. Returning, he stopped in the doorway
to admire the pair of beautiful sisters laying there. With the slight
differences of Lily having shorter hair and slightly smaller breasts they could
almost have been twins. Easing onto the bed he again gathered Lily into his
arms, reaching beyond her to also hold Miri. With Lily against him spoon style,
Miri could kiss and comfort her, and that is all they did before falling
asleep.

John awoke first, around midnight, and found that during her sleep Lily must
have pushed back at him as his morning erection was fully between her thighs,
the top of his shaft against her warm cunt lips and her left hand holding the
head against her lower belly. She was still sound asleep, and when John gently
reached over her and shook Miri's shoulder, she didn't awaken. When Miri opened
her eyes and John directed her attention to what had happened, she smiled.

"Remember, be gentle," was all she said.

John was laying on his left side with Lily's head on his arm, so he was
restricted to the use of only one hand for the time being. Placing his right
hand on Lily's hip he waited to see if it would wake her, and when it didn't he
gradually slid it upwards toward her breast. As Lily had her arm outstretched
to hold her sister, his path was clear and soon her small tender tit was
nestled in the palm of his hand. As he very gently fondled it he could feel the
nipple erecting against his palm, becoming harder and longer as her sister's
did when she was aroused. Lily started moaning low in her throat and her hand
on the head of his prick started to tighten and press him upward into her
crotch. As he moved his hand and started to gently grasp her nipple between his
fingers to lightly squeeze and pull on it her eyes flickered.

"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Miri, that feels so good, do it again." Then her
forehead wrinkled in a frown as she realized that Miri was holding her head
with both hands while kissing her eyes and face. Then it seemed that
realization arrived. Her eyes flew open and her body tensed.

"Oh Papa, please don't hurt me, don't hurt me," she cried.

"Sweetheart, any time you tell me to stop, I'll stop. And your sister is right
here to make sure I do," John told her. "We just want to show you our love,
never will we hurt you." Looking over her shoulder she gazed into his eyes for
a long moment, then her taut body started to relax. She looked from him to her
sister, then seemed to make up her mind. John couldn't resist teasing her.
"After all," he said, "you are holding me a lot harder than I am holding you."
She looked puzzled, then realized where her hand was.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" As she said this she released him.

"Don't be sorry, love, it felt wonderful, and I wish you would keep it up. Do
you want me to stop this?" He pulled again on her nipple, letting it snap back
as he released it. She shook her head, placing her hand on his trembling prick
head again and holding it tight against herself.

By this time Miri had slid down in the bed to where she could grasp her sisters
other breast and place her mouth over the nipple, nuzzling and sucking
strongly. John started moving his hips slowly, moving his now pulsating shaft
in and out between Lily's thighs, and rubbing against her pussy lips and her
clit. Now that Miri was occupied with her sister's breasts and Lily herself was
busy with her pussy, John moved his hand down until he could caress her
beautiful backside. The twin moons were gorgeous, full and protruding just the
right amount, high and separated perfectly. There was no flab at all, purely
muscle that could be so soft and comforting to the touch and yet firm up and
feel as hard as burnished wood when tensed.

This he found out when he slid his fingers between them and surprised her. When
she tensed her muscles his hand was caught in a warm, velvet vise and he
couldn't remove it without using excess strength. He couldn't help himself, the
thought of having his prick in her rear portal when she tightened like that
brought an extra measure of hardness to his already hard erection, and she
could feel the increased throbbing in her hand where she held the head. Easing
his arm out from under her head, John moved back, coaxing her to roll onto her
back. Miri followed with her, not losing contact with either the nipple she was
suckling or the one her fingers were teasing.

Lily looked lost for a moment when her hand and pussy lost contact with his
massive meat, but quickly succumbed to her sister's caresses. John took the
opportunity to slide down and place himself between her legs, where he could
gaze at her completely bare pussy in awe. He very gently put his hands under
her legs behind her knees and slowly raised them upwards and outwards at the
same time, allowing them to come to rest on his shoulders.

Extending his tongue he reached as far down as he could, and licked into her
now open crack. He licked across her anus, the smooth stretch between her anus
and her pussy, and the full length of her pussy itself, ending by flicking the
tip of his tongue against her clit. Lily froze, a high-pitched wail coming from
her open mouth. Her legs slammed together catching his head between her thighs
as her toes curled under on her feet. Then her legs swung wide open and her
hands both landed on top of his head, pushing his face into her over-heated
pussy as if she wanted to swallow him there.

"OH, YES!!! Oh, Papa, yesss. Lick me, please, lick me there. Don't stop..."

John was startled at the strength of her reaction, but didn't let that keep him
from doing his duty. Using his lips, his tongue, his teeth, and even once
burrowing with his nose he brought her higher and higher until, clamping his
lips as hard as he could on her little clit he sent her over the edge screaming
and wailing, sweating and quivering, alternating between thrashing out of
control and laying there with waves of sensation creeping over her skin as a
rosy flush spread over her upper body. He kept gently licking her as she came
down from her peak, long swipes with the flat of his tongue to gather her
juices into his thirsty mouth, then as she started to get her breath he moved
downwards and screwed his tongue into her tiny, tender ass hole. Off she went
again, wailing and moaning, clamping her legs against his ears so hard it was
painful, pushing against his head while trying to tell him she couldn't take
any more.

"Oh, Papa, it is wonderful!!! It is killing me!!! Oh, God in Heaven! Papa STOP,
please. Papa, you promised me. Miri make it stop before I die!!!"

Sliding up, John gathered her into his arms and simply held her. It seemed a
long time before her breathing evened and she turned her face to gaze into his
eyes, then she turned to her sister in shock.

"Miri, he stopped. Just like you said, he stopped. I really didn't believe you,
but he did it. He gave me all this pleasure and then stopped when I asked, and
he hasn't even had his pleasure yet."

John smiled at her. "Sweetheart. when you have been with us awhile you will
realize just how much pleasure I get from giving you and your sister pleasure.
A man does not always have to find release, though I am sure that if you have
had enough for one night your sister would be happy to help me."

Miri smiled and told her sister, "I told you, John is a good man. Now, little
sister, if you do not want to go farther just say so, and I will gladly handle
John's 'problem' for him."

Lily twisted and grabbed John around the neck. "No, please! You promised! You
said he would be mine tonight until he made me a woman! Please, Miri, please?"

Miri laughed, then kissed her sister. "Of course, you little goose. I am not
trying to deprive you, I merely thought you'd had enough for one night. If you
think you can do it, by all means continue, but you will have to show him that
you want him and are no longer afraid."

By now, John was thoroughly confused. Miri had told him that Lily had been
raped, but here she was saying she wanted to be "made a woman.".

Something didn't make sense. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Miri, who
leaned over to kiss him and whisper in his ear. "Just go along with her and be
gentle, I'll explain later."

By now Lily had moved and was cuddling his impatient erection between her
breasts, rubbing the head against her hard darkened nipples. Then she
tentatively put her head down and let the tip of her tongue touch it. When it
jumped she pulled away, then taking a deep breath returned and took half the
head in her soft mouth, her hot, full lips stretching around it. Very slowly
she seemed to inhale more, a fraction of an inch at a time, until her lips
locked behind the head. He could feel her tongue, timidly at first, then more
aggressively trying to enter the hole in the tip and failing that swabbing
around the entire head. As her confidence increased she took more, until she
had some three inches in her small mouth, her tongue now whipping all around
the shaft and returning to tickle under the rim of the head. By now John was
gritting his teeth and clenching his fists to keep from exploding.

"Lily," he grunted. "If you keep that up for a few more seconds you are going
to get a surprise. If you're not ready for this you had better back off."

Lily just moaned, grasping him tighter and letting her teeth drag lightly along
his rampant shaft. That was all it took. John threw his head back, and with a
loud yell he exploded, filling her mouth and gullet with his rich cream. She
gagged, swallowing as fast as she could, and barely kept up with his flow as he
came again and again. Miri was there to lick up the trickles of white that
appeared at the corners of her mouth, and with a sob of relief Lily quickly
passed the pumping monster to her so she could take her turn. As his flow
dropped to a dribble he lay there feeling like a sultan in his harem with the
two beautiful girls seeming to worship his wilting staff as they cleaned it
with their tongues.

Then it was time for cuddling, and caressing, and even a little carefree
tickling mixed in with a lot of two and three way kissing. Their three way hugs
were fantastic. There were only one prick and two pussies, but there were six
each of arms to hold with and legs to twine together, three sets of lips to
freely give and gratefully receive hot, wet kisses, six eyes to delight
themselves by feasting on their partners. And then came the moment when Miri
nodded at John and he rolled to his back bringing Lily above him. As Miri
kneeled behind her and caressed her tender breasts, he gently slid Lily
downwards from his chest until he could feel the head of his renewed erection
pressing between her legs.

Grasping her hips he raised her up on her knees, and as Miri held him erect, he
lowered Lily until he could feel himself pressing against the lips of her love
portal. There he held her, his head barely starting to penetrate between her
lips.

Looking directly into her trusting eyes he told her, "Now it is time for you to
become a woman, Lily. Remember, at any time you can tell me to stop. It will
hurt the first time, and I can't help that, but if you bear with me the hurt
will turn to love."

When she nodded, he started to lower her by degrees, at the same time raising
and lowering his hips. As she got lower his strokes penetrated her more each
time, and soon he could feel the resistance of her hymen.

By now the caressing of her sister had raised her nipples into hard throbbing
peaks, and she was starting to moan and wiggle her hips.

Holding her steady for a long moment, he unexpectedly pulled her down about two
or three inches until he could feel her hymen release, then held her motionless
so that she could adjust to the pain. His hips had ceased their motion at the
same time, and he waited as she drew in her breath in a gasp, tensed for a bit,
then gave him a tender smile and wiggled her hips against him.

"More please, Papa. I want to feel all of you in me, please."

John let out his held breath, brought her down onto his chest for a hug that
flattened her breasts. "Oh, my sweet darling, that is all the hurt there is.
From now on there is only love." With that he moved his hips sending the full
length of his hot prod slowly up into her belly, watching her closely and
halting each time her brow furrowed in a wince.

When he was finally completely enclosed in her tight little furnace he stopped
and waited again for her to let him know. She lay there on him, every now and
then her internal muscles seeming to ripple and grasp as she accommodated
herself to him, then she smiled and started to move. He raised her up until she
was sitting on his loins, their pubic hair inter-mixed, and raising his hands
he grasped her firm breasts with their hard, cherry-stone tips as his hips
started to move more forcefully.

Miri's hand snuck around and dove in between them, finding and twitching Lily's
small clit, and that set Lily to bouncing up and down gleefully.

With all the sensory overload, it wasn't very long before she tensed again, but
this time to bathe his love meat and aching balls with her juices, which in
turn sparked him to flood her inner spaces. As she moaned out her release, she
slowly collapsed onto his chest, and he reached out to gather Miri to them in
another group hug as they lay there waiting for Lily's body to stop twitching
as his softening meat gradually slid from her. John gathered Miri tightly
beside him, and with Lily still laying limply on him they all drifted off to a
much-needed sleep. They woke twice during the night, and by morning John was
feeling glad that they all overslept.

Miri woke first, and as she woke John she gestured for him to let Lily sleep.
Easing themselves from the tangle of arms and legs took a few minutes, but they
managed and left Lily curled in a ball under the covers as they headed down the
stairs. While Miri made the breakfast, John sat at the table and watched her,
fascinated by her tight little butt twitching as she moved. She had slipped on
an apron, but otherwise was still delectably nude, and his eyes never tired of
watching her. After they had finished eating and were relaxing with their
coffee, a thought that had been buzzing in the back of his mind came forward.

"Miri, let us talk," he said. "How is it that you told me that Lily had been
raped, and yet she was still a virgin?"

Miri smiled at him, lovingly. "I did not lie to you, John. A virgin is worth
much money in my country, and so when the man wanted to break her in to the
trade, he raped Lily in her ass, and her mouth. This was to teach her fear and
to insure she would follow orders. Now, thanks to you, she is safe, and the
fear has been removed."

John thought about this for a bit, his face darkening in anger. "I am not mad
at you, my love, but I would dearly love to get my hands on that man. But
another thing has puzzled me. You said that by bringing Lily here, we would be
solving three problems, and yet you only named two. What could be the third?"

Miri's face lit up with joy. "John, my beloved Master, I am wonderfully happy
to tell you that I am with child. Even now I am carrying your son or daughter.
And I wanted you to still have your comfort while I am fat and ugly, so behold,
your second wife."

With that, Lily ran in from where she had been in the hall, still in the nude,
and grinning from ear to ear. "Yes, Papa, it is me. Are you not happy? John,
sitting there dumbfounded at this news, was slow to react and a veil of sadness
spread over Lily's face. "You...you do not want me? I have been used and am
soiled goods?"

As she started to cry he pulled her into his arms and onto his lap, kissing her
face and cuddling her tightly. "Of course I want you, you silly goose, but what
is all this about a second wife? I never said I wanted to replace Miri."

As John quieted her sister, Miri explained. "In our country it is the custom,
and it is a very good custom. This is what we want, we have discussed this
together. And now that Lily is in your country, she needs to stay with us.
There is no place in your society for a fourteen year old girl to live alone."

"Fourteen!" John was astounded. "I slept with a fourteen year old child?"

"No, my Master, you slept with your wife, a fourteen year old woman who in her
own country could have been married and with children two years ago."

Lily jumped off his lap, and with a big smile on her tear streaked face started
posing in front of him. Half turning away she thrust out her beautiful breasts
in front and sucking in her flat belly, her delectable tight young ass behind.
"Is this the body of a child?", she asked with a grin. "You yourself made me a
woman, Papa. Are you now going to refuse my love?"

John gave up completely. Gathering the two astonishingly beautiful sisters to
him, one enclosed by each of his arms, he started kissing indiscriminately,
both of them together and separately.

"I give up," he told them. "You two call me Master, but I have a sneaky feeling
that you are running my life. I don't know what the future will bring, but it
certainly won't be boring. And if you have a daughter like you, Miri, the good
Lord help us all. Now, my two very beautiful, and of course very obedient,
wives, let us return to our bed to consummate and celebrate our union"

"Of course, whatever you say, Master," chirped Miri, with a smile "Though
before we do I must warn you that you have more yet in your future. I do not
wish to trouble you, but I must tell you that my baby sister Nuani, who is just
thirteen, will be coming to join us in a few months."

Then Lily added, coaxingly, "Please, Papa, you still haven't baptized my sorry
little backside, and it needs you"

As John followed them up the stairs his eyes dancing from one delightfully
bouncing butt to the other, he fantasized about the future, seeing himself
somewhat older surrounded by some ten or twelve young Miris and Lilys. There
might be one or two baby Johns, but somehow he thought these delightful women
would mostly produce girl babies, much like themselves. He had no sure idea
what lay in the future, but felt that it would of necessity be delightful.

Only time would tell.

The End

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