Southern Kinfolk Part 3

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.