Chapter 3

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.