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 TITLE: AND THEN THERE WERE THREE:
TAGS: MFFF, big breasts, humiliation, bondage, Asian, group sex,
lingerie and stockings, fetish clothing, mild force, suggested pedophilia
intent.
SYNOPSIS: A man living alone is approached by his immediate neighbours
who accuse him of voyeurism and attempting to develop a relationship with a
minor.  A negotiation follows, during which, an alternative focus for his
presumed desires is put forward.  The individual concerned capitalizes on
the situation in ways that earn him a family, of sorts.













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   And then there were three:

   They were seated around my table: me in the middle of one long side, the
translator, Ms.  Suzuki, to my immediate right, then the Grandmother,
glaring defiantly into the middle distance on the short side to her right.
Mr.  Tanaka, her son, was seated next to mum at the right hand end of the
opposite long side, then his wife almost directly in front of me and her
sister on her other side; these three all facing me, although Mr.  Tanaka's
eyes remained resolutely on the table in front of him for most of what I
soon discovered was a negotiation.  He did almost all the communicating
with me, albeit by way of the translator, and was constantly prompted by
extremely curt mutterings from mother in a voice like a gravel grading
machine.

   In contrast, the voice of Ms.  Suzuki was pleasingly soft and dulcet; a
relief when compared with Mr.  Tanaka's droning monotone and the sliding
gravel at the end.  Mrs.  Tanaka said very little, but spent much of the
early part of this `meeting' glaring at me across the varnished mahogany of
the table-top, as if I'd done something completely heinous already and had
yet to meet the full opprobrium of the law and society in general.  Like
her brother, the shy and retiring sister on my left shared her brother's
apparent penchant for staring at knots in wooden tabletops; only
occasionally allowing her gaze to flicker upwards and steal shy glances at
my face.  She seemed more fearful than anything.  It was the oddest group
that had ever sat in my house.  In fact, undoubtedly the strangest group
I'd ever sat anywhere with.

   And I had absolutely no idea why they were there either.  A nervous Ms.
Suzuki had knocked on my door early in the morning, dressed as if for a day
at the office, and requested that I meet with the Tanaka family, my
neighbours on the lower lot, to discuss something of great importance. 
Still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I yawningly agreed, then apologized
for greeting the shapely translator in such a state of dishevelment and
asked her if ten o'clock would do?

   She'd smiled anxiously, bobbed a bow or two, giving me a glance at a
bulging pink bra through the open neck of her white blouse, then turned on
the step and retreated down the pathway to the front gate.  I watched her
extremely cute bubble butt writhe like captive balloons in the tight blue
miniskirt, and then appreciated the seam lines in her sheer black stockings
for a moment as they accentuated the curves of her luscious calves below a
hemline that finished about 4 inches above the knee.  She'd turned the
corner and was gone.

   Promptly at ten, there had come the expected knock on the door.  My
smiling welcome and invitations to enter had been met with stony stares,
then they'd trooped in, followed my directions into the living room, sat at
the dining table rather than the couch and easy chairs, and here we were. I
was feeling distinctly uneasy, and yet couldn't remember having murdered
one of their family members lately, launched an aggressive takeover bid for
the J*p*n*se corporation that Mr.  Tanaka represented in this country, or
shot their dog.  All of these things would have been difficult for a writer
who'd never owned a gun in any case, and neither did they have a dog, but
it did nothing to ease a palpable undercurrent of tension.

   I looked enquiringly around the group, probably grinning like an idiot,
but meeting only the eyes of Mrs.  Tanaka, who was still mutely glaring at
me.  I turned to Ms.  Suzuki, thinking as I did so that she was smelling
very, very nice, and that if she'd crossed her left leg over her right, I
might be able to see whether she was wearing stockings or pantyhose as the
skirt rode up her thighs and the vented seam in the side opened up.  As it
was, a fleeting glance revealed a triangle of darkness between her thighs
and the hem of the skirt, so hope lingered a moment or two longer.

   It was Mr.  Tanaka that broke the silence, his tone subdued and almost
apologetic.  Ms.  Suzuki provided an almost simultaneous translation, in a
similarly low and sibilant voice.

   "Mr.  Cullen, Mr.  Tanaka says that you have been observed by members of
his household, watching his two daughters and their friends, swimming in
the pool at the back of the house.  Your interest in his daughters is
considered unhealthy and inappropriate, and he is here to determine what
may be done to `manage', no, deal with, this situation."

   I was instantly shocked, and then felt an annoyance rising inside me
that could easily become anger.  It was as if I was being accused of some
sort of pedophilia, and I found myself deeply resenting the insinuation.  I
chose to try and keep my calm and subdue the fire.  In a voice that I hoped
was icy, I went on the offensive.

   "I feel deeply insulted," I said, measuring my words.  "I am being
accused of something that is just not true.  Sure, I glance over the
hedgerow from time to time when people are using your pool.  Who wouldn't?
The barrier is low; I do not have a pool of my own, and in fact was often
invited by the previous tenants of your property to use it, as a neighbour
and a friend.  Please remember that my home is on a higher elevation than
yours, and your back garden is easily overlooked.  If I have inadvertently
glanced across now and again when your children were in the pool, that is
merely natural, and nothing should be read into it at all." Ms.  Suzuki
murmured in J*p*n*se at my side as I spoke, and for once, I was thankful
that she hadn't, in fact, re-crossed her legs.  I realized that I needed to
be at the height of my wits and concentration.  This suddenly smelt like a
lot of trouble.

   The Asian prune at the end hissed something sideways at her son as the
translation broke off.  Mr.  Tanaka might have been frozen, but his mouth
moved again.  "Mr.  Tanaka says that you are often in your back garden when
the girls are playing in the pool, and have been observed approaching the
fence and leaning over it.  Observed by his mother from her bedroom window
on the upper floor."

   So that was it.  The old prune had nothing better to do than look out of
her bedroom window, let her imagination run wild and then start throwing
allegations about like misdirected venom from a spitting cobra.  Well, I
suddenly thought I knew what this was about, and launched into offensive
mode again, accompanied by the breathy cadences of the attractive executive
assistant at my side.

   "Ah, so that's it.  Firstly, I am often in my garden, just as your
daughters are often in yours.  I like gardening, and find it to be
therapeutic after long hours spent writing.  There is no law against that,
Mr.  Tanaka.  Secondly, if I have ever leaned over the border between our
properties, it has been to pass the time of day with someone on the other
side, as friends and neighbours are supposed to do.  If this is not the way
that things happen in J*p*n, then that is not my problem.  When in Rome,
Mr. Tanaka...  When in Rome!" I turned to the translator, "And on many
occasions, Ms.  Suzuki, you may recall that my conversations over the fence
were with you.  As you are the only one who really speaks any English on
that side of the fence, apart from the older girl, this was also a natural
occurrence."

   The translator's speech stumbled slightly as she got to the bit about
herself, but I could read the gestures.  The graveled prune spat some more
venom in the direction of her son.  My annoyance level rose by another
couple of notches.

   "Mr.  Tanaka wants you to know that the voyeurism seems to go beyond
what you claim.  He wants you to know how important his daughters are to
him, and see for yourself precisely why the family is so concerned."

   As far as I was concerned, one was a chubby pre-teen twelve year old and
invariably smiling at me through plump, rosy cheeks, while the other was a
pleasant girl and spoke English fairly well, but was tall for a
high-schooler on the verge of graduating; bony and with slightly buck
teeth. And I seemed to remember, in fact, that the older daughter had told
me a short while ago that she was applying for university places and was
hoping that her involvement in volleyball would help, but for the life of
me I couldn't remember either of their names.

   "Mr.  Tanaka wants you to know that it is a serious matter in his
culture for a family not to have a male heir, a son; and that his girls are
therefore the major focus of his hopes for the future." Masako is going to
get a place in a prestigious university here and complete her undergraduate
education in this country.  This will stand her in good stead when she
returns to J*p*n and continues with her masters.  Therefore, it is crit'...
no...  vital that she is not distracted at any point in this process.  Your
attentions, Mr.  Cullen, come at a very dangerous time for her, and the
family, and Mr.  Tanaka wants to know what you would consider sufficient
enticement...  inducement, to pay no more attention to his daughter and
break off any relationship that might be developing."

   "Please tell Mr.  Tanaka that I have no such intent as far as his
daughters are concerned - either of them.  In fact, I wish her every
success in attaining her future goals.  Now, I think it's probably time
that you all left my house and got on with whatever your family wants to do
today."

   More gravel ran down through the metal sluice.  It cascaded for some
time, grating in fits and starts; and then an anomaly: the sister to my
left suddenly gasped at something the prune was saying and looked at the
old woman in something akin to horror, one hand covering her mouth and the
other plucking at a bauble on the necklace at her throat.  Then Mrs. 
Tanaka turned to her and delivered a fusillade of muttered machine-gun
bursts, at which point Mr.  Tanaka's hands, hitherto spread finger-wide on
the table, clenched into plump little fists and the knuckles went white. 
This little by-play concluded with a hiss from the prune, a muffled sob
from the sister, who then glanced at me with fear in her eyes for seconds,
and the man's hands went white-knuckled again.  The gasp from Ms.  Suzuki
came as a kind of exclamation mark.

   Everyone was silent for a minute, swallowing, as I looked from averted
face to averted face.  `What the fuck is going on?' I thought to myself, as
more gravel began to slide.  She seemed to be talking directly to the
translator now.  Then Tanaka spoke, but slower, and with an edge of
reluctance that hadn't been there before.

   "Mr.  Tanaka wants me to tell you that he realizes...", [Long pause]
"...realizes that..." [Another long pause, during which the prune muttered
something] "...  that having to give up on a relationship, no matter how...
nascent, ...beginning, is hard, particularly on a young and single man with
no other outlet for his...  baser, ...more basic, ah, urges, ...impulses,
ah, ...needs, ...fleshly needs." My eyebrows had risen at this.  What the
hell was going on here?

   "Therefore, it has been agreed by the family that a, ah...  a
replacement will be provided, ah...  supplied...  (I don't think I should,
ah...  do this...) A replacement will be given to you, to do with as you
will.  You will, Mr.  Cullen, effectively, be given ownership of the
replacement...  sorry, you will own the replacement."

   This confusing series of statements received an affirmative nod of the
Prune's chin, even though she couldn't have known what had been very
clumsily translated by Ms.  Suzuki.  I needed to make my incomprehension
clear.

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Tanaka, but I have no idea what you just said... 
sorry, Miss Suzuki, but I really didn't.  And if you are trying to offer me
some kind of payment in order to get me to stop a relationship that I have
assured you is a figment of someone's imagination, then I must utterly
reject that proposal and repeat that it is time you went about your
business; all of you." I was trying to sound assertive, but feared that my
own imprecise language was causing the Tanaka family some misunderstanding
too.

   "Tanaka spoke again, his voice full of suppressed emotion.  "Mr.  Tanaka
says that this offer is binding."

   "What offer?  I don't understand what is being offered here.  If there
is no problem, why do we need to agree a solution?"

   Suzuki spoke unprompted, "Mr.  Cullen, in order that your needs are
taken care of and temptation is removed, Mr.  Tanaka is giving you this
woman," she gestured a graceful hand towards the sister, "...to do with as
you will.  She will live here with you, for as long as you want her too,
and will... ...will perform in any capacity that you think is fitting.  Her
name is Natsumi Nyako, which means `summer child'.  It is a good name."

   The roar of thoughts and images that now thundered in my mind was
deafening.  I gasped, sucking in air like an asthmatic.  Everything from
amazement, through rage and sympathy...  the thoughts poured in like water
through the broken planks of a sinking hull: And then, my mind was swept
with the need for wickedness, and a calm...  the hurricane's eye...  fell
over me like a deadening mist.

   I cleared my throat, not quite trusting my voice just yet, and looked
around the table.  For a change, all eyes except those of the Summer Child
were on mine.  "Ms.  Suzuki.  Let me get this perfectly clear.  Mr.  Tanaka
is offering me his sister-in-law as a substitute for what he supposes is a
relationship that is developing between his eldest daughter and me?"

   She didn't wait for a response, but supplied the answer herself.  "Yes,
Mr.  Cullen.  This has been decided by the family," her eyes swung to the
old woman to her right, "...and is considered to be an appropriate response
to the circumstances.  She is thirty-six years old, but still in good, ah,
condition...  health.  She will serve you faithfully."

   "Ms.  Suzuki, has anyone asked Miss Nyako what she thinks of the
proposal?" She translated this, causing three members of the Tanaka family
to exchange glances of their own.  The woman in question shuddered visibly,
then a tiny squeaking noise ended in a single sob.  Tanaka cleared his
throat as if to respond, but the Prune asserted command first.

   "Madam says that Miss Nyako is...  not a real member of the family.  Ah,
not a truthful member of the Tanaka family.  She has been...  compromised,
having been married before.  Her husband left her because she did not, ah,
complete...  manage her relationship well.  Since then, she has been
imposing herself on the Tanaka family through the goodwill of her sister,
as neither her own family, nor that of her ex-husband, wanted to have
anything to do with her." There was a short pause while the Prune added
something in even harsher terms.  "Madam says that Miss Nyako is a slut and
a freeloader and that this, ah, scheme...  plan, is good for her because
she can now make a genuine contribution by becoming your, ah, slave...  no,
property."

   "But I'd still like to hear what she has to say." Suzuki almost
whispered this across the table at the convulsing shoulders of the woman,
but again, it was the Prune who interspersed another string of gritty
invective.

   "Madam says that her views are not important.  She will accept her role
and place.  All you have to do is to agree to this arrangement and...  ah,
take her."

   I was looking across at the woman they were trying to give me, my
thoughts still falling out of darkness and melting in the fires of my
incredulity, like snow at midnight, when she turned suddenly, looked hard
at me, and then spoke to Tanaka.  Her words were soft and low, but they
were spitting at him in acid bursts.  Ms.  Suzuki continued with her duties
without being asked.

   "Miss Nyako says that they have always treated her like someone they
took in off the street, a stray, a stray dog.  She says she did, ah,
everything for her husband, yes, everything, but like most J*p*n*se men, he
thought too much with the head without a brain.  It was not her fault that
he ran off with a secretary fresh out of school, but they never let her
forget her failure to keep him.  She says that she will go with you and do
your bidding, because she can no longer stay with people who treat her like
a bitch dog...  a female dog.  She says she would rather lie with your feet
on her head than spend another day with haters." Ms.  Suzuki fell silent,
even as Natsumi did.  Then the woman rose on unsteady feet, and walked
around the table to stand next to me, her head down and her chin on her
chest.

   The Prune again: "Madam says it is customary in her family, ah, tradi...
culture...  family culture that you examine the woman who is to become your
property."

   I was choking up, sinking, swimming underwater and struggling against a
current that I was not strong enough to fight.  I looked up at the woman's
face.  Her eyes gleamed down at mine from the shadow between the curtains
of her long black and lustrous hair.  They were asking questions that I
couldn't hope to answer.  `Reject me and you condemn me: take me and they
go.  I am not young, but I am too old to be a chattel.  Turn me away and I
have nowhere else to go...'

   The voice of the evil old crow cawed again, but Ms.  Suzuki spoke in her
own language, so she was not speaking to me, but giving Natsumi some kind
of instruction.  She took a pace backwards, her heels were gavels on the
auctioneer's block, then raised her chin and pulled her hair back from her
own face, wiped away tears from under her eyes, and actually managed to
smile.  God help me, but I smiled back.

   The melody of words again, and hesitatingly, Natsumi began to undo the
buttons of her white blouse until she could draw the clothing off her
breasts.  She turned slightly and the light blazed brief highlights on the
pearly nylon of her cream-coloured bra.  Jeezus, this was a cattle market,
and I was inspecting the prize heifer that I was supposed to buy with a
promise!

   Again, the tinkling voice.  This time, my prize bent slightly at the
waist, reached down for the hem of her skirt and lifted it slowly up, up,
up...  until the olive green pleats were held in front of her face and the
matching panties, garter belt and sheer tan stockings were revealed to all.
My quick glance around the table showed me that sneers of distaste were
souring the faces of Tanaka's wife and his mother, while the man's gaze was
still riveted to the table.  Right behind me, Ms.  Suzuki was staring
open-mouthed at the display and gulping air.

   Gathering herself, she passed on another gem from the Prune.  "Madam
says that you should touch the woman.  Ensure that she is, ah...  she is
real...  no, acceptable."

   "What?"

   "Madam says you should feel the woman, Nyako, to find your own
acceptance."

   `Jeezus...'

   I stood, never before as uncertain of what I was doing than at that
moment.  I raised my hands and placed them over Natsumi's hands, still
gripping the hem of the skirt, and gently pushed them down.  With her eyes
doe-like on mine, I gently placed my palms on the upper curves of her
swelling breasts, ran them with painstaking care down the outsides of the
bra cups until I held them both in my hands, then incapable of resisting my
own instincts, I lifted them, as if feeling their weight, and then squeezed
them together to deepen the woman's cleavage.  I think that the sound of
her sighing breath was only heard by me, and quickly, all the tension that
had been hard-wiring this woman's mature, but lovely body, drained out of
her with the exhalation.  Her eyes even drooped and closed for scant
seconds, before opening again and once more fixing on mine.  Was it my
imagination, or was the fine tracery of lines in the corners of her
penciled eyes turning upwards ever-so slightly?

   Her breasts were a delight.  Not big, but a healthy C-cup all the same,
and the milky tone of her flawless skin was intoxicating.  Two small bumps
began to push out the lacy cones of the brassiere: her nipples!  She was
watching me...

   Reluctantly, I moved my hands slowly downwards, following the curves of
her thorax, then her waist, and finally flaring out over her hips.  As I
passed them over the rucked-up material of the skirt, she raised her hands
again and drew the material upwards until her panties were once more on
view, but this time, I realised that she was deliberately hiding her
expression from the other eyes that watched her in her humiliation,
allowing only me to see her face.  She was intent on me, reading every
subtle nuance of my own expression.

   As I slid my hands over her full-cut nylon panties, I passed my right
hand under the skirt and cupped her buttock, while the left stroked over
the sweet mound of her pubis and the fingers insinuated themselves slowly
into the cleft of her sex, rubbing into the taut nylon and delving into the
gorge of her pussy.

   She was so hot!  With one hand on her full buttock and the other cupping
her pudenda, I'd instinctively pulled her closer.  Her breathing, like mine
I suspect, had deepened and I could feel the cloud of her exhalation pass
my cheeks, and smell the merest hint of musk.  Her eyes now asked a
question...  pleading, mute.  She was lovely.

   The room was totally silent.  The only noises came in from the street
outside like drifting smoke: the sound of birdsong, a bicycle bell, a
child's voice a thousand miles away.

   I took the skirt hem from her hands and dropped it, then pulled a chair
from under my side of the table and gently pressed her to sit in it.  As I
sat next to her, I turned to the frozen man again and said, "Tell Mr. 
Tanaka that I accept this woman into my care and keeping.  She stays with
me."

   Although I could only half believe that it was me saying these things, I
reacted to the sound of at least three pent-up breaths being gratefully
released by dropping another bombshell.  "But it isn't going to be enough."
The devil on the other shoulder wouldn't be ignored a moment longer.

   The matriarch, who had been in the act of standing, presumably to leave,
suddenly slumped back into her chair.  So, she did understand some English
then, or maybe it was just my mode of expression.

   ----****---

   I looked around the table in something akin to triumph as Ms.  Suzuki
stirred my latest statement into the cauldron of tensions that had seemed
as if it was about to cool.

   "They want to know what you mean by, `it isn't going to be enough'?"

   "I smiled; the mouse now playing with the cat.  "I mean, there are
obvious problems with this arrangement.  The negotiation isn't over."

   A hasty dialogue ensued, Mr.  Tanaka offering the odd guttural comment,
but most of the exchange occurring between his wife and his mother.  The
Prune eventually raised her voice a notch, placed a hand on her son's
forearm and spoke very rapidly.  At last, he nodded, once, very slowly,
eyes still fixed.

   The matriarch addressed the `meeting' again, without looking once at
either of us on this side of the table.  Then her voice abruptly
terminated. Ms.  Suzuki started again...  "Madam Tanaka has impressed upon
her son the need to maintain the primary goal of this dialogue.  The end
goal must be to protect the future of his daughter, Masako.  He is
listening to what you have to say."

   "All right, Miss Suzuki.  Then tell Mr.  Tanaka that the `gift' of his
sister-in-law into my keeping goes part of the way towards fulfilling the,
shall we say, `goals of the exercise'.  However, he must remember that I am
a lusty man.  I am young and in the prime of my health.  My partner also
abandoned me, some time ago, and I have been living a celibate life.  The
woman he has given me is not young.  She will tire quickly and I do not
want to have to force myself on her to the point at which she becomes ill.
There must be someone with whom she can share this burden." As I finished
this explanation, I felt a soft hand rest with infinite care, upon my own
as it rested on the top of my left thigh.  Looking in more than a little
amazement to my side, I realised that Natsumi Nyako had slipped soundlessly
off her chair and knelt on the floor beside me, her legs tucked under her
and her head bowed, as a Thai lady would kneel in a temple.  It was
inordinately touching, and the light pressure of her hand on mine beneath
the view of the others moved me in ways I could not easily explain.  It was
almost as if, having been used as human coin by her family, she had slipped
beneath their sight.  She slowly lowered her head until it rested on the
denim covering my thigh.

   There had been a lot of eyebrow raising and rapid blinking at this
explanation: a lot more at my next.  "You must also remember that you have
claimed that I have an interest in both of your girls.  Now, while I am
neither going to confirm or deny this `attraction' and interest, I would
remind you that, currently, we have a two-for-one exchange.  This is
plainly unfair.  I want another slave for my bed."
As Suzuki translated this, there were gasps of astonishment from all
three Tanaka's.  It was somewhat gratifying to know that I had at last
rattled the cage of the old woman, and that had an effect on both my temper
and my resolve to push this ridiculous situation just as far as it would
go. The three of them now looked from one to the other, stealing the odd
glance at their employee next to me, obviously trying to work out what I

was working towards.

   "Mr.  Tanaka would like to know which additional woman you are referring
to?"

   I pointed straight across the table at Mrs.  Tanaka and said, "Her, I
want her too."

   You would think that I had touched off a firework and then failed to
retreat to a safe distance before it went off.

   Mrs.  Tanaka screeched like a cockatoo with instantaneous rage. 
Gestured in angry defiance with her chin in my direction, and loosed a
stream of invective intended for me that blasted past her husband's nose
and flew into the face of her mother-in-law.  She even started waving her
hands, jabbing the air with long manicured nails that were glossy with
metallic-looking claret nail varnish.  A sudden image of Vampirella flashed
behind my eyes, and I almost smiled.  Boy, things had suddenly escalated
and we were now on the edges of a war zone.  Tanaka sat there, stunned and
unmoving: the bullets and bombs flying all around his head.
Then, the witch spoke again, and the ever-faithful woman to my right
translated, but it seemed with even greater care and poise.  "You are
saying, Mr.  Cullen, that you want Mrs.  Tanaka to join your household as
your second bondswoman, for which, you will agree to drop all, ah,
intentions...  aspirations...  for BOTH of the Tanaka girls, forever?"

There was a heavy emphasis on the word `both'.

   "Yes, Miss Suzuki.  That is exactly what I'm saying, and please to
translate as much of the discussions that follow for me as you can."

   The matriarch looked for long moments at her daughter-in-law, glanced
dismissively at her son, and then turned to look directly into my eyes for
the first time.  "Madam Tanaka asks a question, Mr.  Cullen, You want her
son's wife, and in return you will leave her granddaughters completely
alone?"

   "Exactly!"

   The cockatoo screeched again, waving its carmine talons.  "She cannot
believe that the old woman is even considering this.  She says she is
seething and hurt.  How can they possibly...  No, now she chastises her
husband for failing to rise in her defence.  She calls him a...  a name. 
It means `without testicles', having no spirit.  She says, how can they
possibly even think of this: reducing her to the level of her slut sister?
She cries." This last statement functioned almost like a stage direction in
a script, but it was true.  Mrs.  Tanaka had dissolved into a flood of
tears and wailing, her head suddenly slumping forwards between her arms and
almost hitting the table.  Her shoulders continued to heave with
unsuppressed emotions, and then the harpy turned and spoke to her son.

   "Madam tells Mr.  Tanaka that your claim is a valid one, and must be
considered.  She says that the important thing is to ensure the future of
her granddaughters; both of them, and that if this is the ultimate goal,
and it can be settled with such an act, then it is the right thing to do.
She makes claims about her daughter-in-law.  She says that it has always
been she, his mother, not his wife, that has cared for the girls and that
all his wife has been interested in has been living the easy life.  She
points out that his marriage has never been a `comfortable' one: that his
wife has been demanding and bad-tempered, and constantly questioning her
decisions as the matriarch.  She points out that his wife is from a family
that seems to produce sluts and freeloaders, and that none of them,
including the one you own now, ever came to any good.  She says that she
can always find a more suitable match for him, even amongst the community
that lives here, and that this should therefore be seen as an, ah,
opportunity...  ah, ah, a chance to clean the house of the garbage that has
collected within it.  She tells him that he must be strong and let her go.
That it is the best thing, and that he will quickly get over the loss.  She
reminds him of the spirit of the Samurai that runs through his veins, and
that his ancestors would have taken camp followers into their beds and then
discarded them like the skins of fruit...  the peelings of apples.  She
tells him he must agree."

   At every stab of the old woman's tongue, the helpless wreck opposite me
would quiver and shake, soft moans punctuating the shuddering gasps and
sobbing, and I think at that stage, she knew that she was done, and that
all it had needed for the Tanakas to condemn her had been my demand.

   A silence descended on the table, broken only by the heavy breathing of
Ms.  Suzuki.  I took my hand from under that of Natsumi and laid it over
her head, gently stroking the woman's wonderfully soft tresses to comfort
her: let her know that I had not forgotten she was there: calm her: help
her through these bizarrely stressful moments.  She passed her arm beneath
my leg and grasped it from the inner side, hugging herself to me; clinging.
Mr.  Tanaka's voice, when it came, had sunk to a barely audible whisper,
the words coming from him as if every one was a tooth being drawn.  "Mr. 
Tanaka says that he finds the terms to be acceptable," [a huge sob from his
weeping wife.] "If you find the woman to be, ah, appropriate, he will have
a letter of contract drawn up by his lawyers today that you must sign, Mr.
Cullen.  This contract will be binding on all parties.  The, ah, women,
will have to sign the paper too, so that it is known that they accept their
bond and the fact of their ownership.  The woman's name is Suzume, which
means `sparrow'.  Mr.  Tanaka wants you to know that he has found this

negotiation process very painful."

   "As have I, sir.  As have I."

   "Madam Tanaka tells the woman to move to this side of the table for
inspection.  She tells the woman that, assuming she is found acceptable,
she will immediately relinquish the family name and revert to her own
father's name.  She tells the woman that she should pull herself together
and resign herself to her fate.  She tells her that she always knew it
would come to this; that she was never a suitable, ah...  candidate for
inclusion in the family.  Madam is telling the woman that she will now
forever be known as a slut, a tramp and a whore, and that her own children
will abhor her." As Suzuki translated this, I could hear the sneering scorn
in the old woman's tone.  She managed to make her own language sound harsh
and ugly, and I hated her even more for it.

   After another long silence, during which Mrs.  Tanaka's sobbing subsided
and got the heaving under control, she looked across the table at me like
I'd ruined her life, which, I suppose, I really had.  After searching my
face, she seemed to resign herself to the situation, recognizing, I think,
that she had been walking a fine line between assertion and disaster and
that she had, to a large extent, been complicit in her own downfall. 
Having perhaps found in my eyes what she seemed to be looking for, she
turned her face towards the sneering old bitch, decided to be proud and
defiant, and stood.  I was careful to keep my expression as neutral as
possible by focusing on stroking Natsumi's hair.

   Suzume smoothed her tailored dress down over her hips and thrust her
bosom forwards, then moved around the table to stand behind her kneeling
sister.  Hearing the click of heels, Natsumi raised her head off my leg,
looked around at her sister standing there, and then half-crawled,
half-pulled herself around to the back of my chair and knelt there watching
what was to unfold.  I took my time, determined to make things as difficult
for the Tanakas as possible and satisfy the anger that still bubbled behind
my sense of disbelief at everything that was happening in such a short
span.

   Suzume was a tad shorter than her sister, but her hair was bar-straight,
rather than falling in flowing waves, and much longer, reaching into the
small of her back.  The way she had been tossing her head during these
weird and wonderful proceedings, as if to flick the thick black tresses out
of her face, had been one of the habitual behaviours that had begun to
really annoy me, but she'd stopped doing it, using the hair as a curtain
that she could now retreat behind.  Her gold lamé dress clung to her
curves, with long sleeves that buttoned at the wrist and an exposed gold
zip from throat to navel.  Her breasts were enormous, particularly for a
small Asian woman, appearing to hang a little low on her ribcage.  She
didn't have the deliciously curved little belly that her sister had either
- the result of expensive sessions at the health spa, I guessed.

   She had a slim and sculpted waist, a form assisted both by the clingy
material of the dress and what was possibly some kind of waspie or basque
that nipped it in above the flare of her hips.  Again, her bubble butt was
untypical, but impressive.  Two firm globes of curvaceous meat that would
not have looked out of place on a hooker in the ghetto.  Suzume Tanaka also
wore tan stockings and about a 4 inch heeled court shoe in matching blue
suede.  I could see the bumps of the garter snaps pushing through the dress
that she had been smoothing down nervously for the last minute or so.  Mr.
Tanaka had been a lucky man, and now his mother had ruined it all for him.
I think I licked my lips, like a predator.

   I stood, and as I did, she took a step back like her sister before her.
Her eyes on mine dripped with malice, the image heightened by the runs in
her mascara and eyeliner: a spider's web that patterned her cheeks and
nose. Even so, there was something magnificent about her.  She glanced to
my left as her sister rose and stood at my elbow, and then met my eyes
again.

   I reached for the tab on the zipper; drew it slowly down, pulling
outwards across the upper curves of her rack, and then pushing in again
beneath those magnificent tits.  As the material stretching across her
bosom was released, the dress stretched open to reveal the white lace of a
longline bra, worn over a white basque.  The upper curves of Suzume's juggs
appeared to shiver and vibrate with every movement, and her cleavage
jiggled, emanating a musky perfume.  I wanted more...  a lot more.

   "Miss Suzuki, please tell Natsumi to help me by unhooking this woman's
brassiere and taking it off her?"

   "Yes, sir" She spoke the words, gave the instruction, and I could hear
her ex-husband's teeth grind in frustration.

   Natsumi responded immediately.  She moved behind her sister, unbuttoned
the sleeves at the wrists, pulled the dress off her shoulders and then
quickly released the bra, passing the loops of the shoulder straps
forwards, and then stripping the bra off with a quick downward motion. 
Freed from their confinement, Suzume's udders surged outwards and
downwards, falling to swing with the large pink teats almost at the level
of her belly button.  They were simply enormous.  An amazing pair of the
most pendulous breasts that I think I had ever seen outside the images of a
porno movie on my computer screen.  They were unbelievable, and I wanted
them...  I reached for them, cupping the saucer-shaped puffies of her
teats, feeling the nipples harden into thick nubs of desire, I swung them
gently outwards, then brought them back together again more quickly,
watching them pendulum and vibrate in the cleavage as they slapped
together. It was intoxicating.  I had dreamed of tits like these.

   Natsumi was still undressing her sister.  She'd pulled the dress down
over Suzume's hips and ass and was even now helping the older woman step
out of the crumpled circle of material on the floor.  Suzume was wearing a
matching white suspender belt, with eight broad garters on either side,
clipped into the same tan stockings and a pair of silky tanga panties in a
leopard-skin print.  I've always had a taste for fair-skinned women in
sheer stockings, particularly those with a Cuban heel.  This was beginning
to feel like Christmas.  As I reached a hand towards the tiny triangle of
her thong, intent on seeing whether she was as hot as her sister, I heard
the scrape of a chair on the floor and turned immediately.  Granny had
obviously had enough and was in the act of leaving.

   "Sit down, you crow.  Miss Suzuki, please inform Madam Tanaka and Mr. 
Tanaka that this negotiation isn't completed until I have agreed all the
terms - and I have still to complete my `inspection of the goods'.  If they
do not sit still, and resist the temptation to interrupt me again, then all
bets are off.  I've never fucked a twelve-year old, but I can imagine that
it would be a life-changing experience.  And you, madam, "I pointed a
digital spike at the crone, "You will sit and watch your daughter-in-law's
initiation into the arts and crafts of a sexual slave and witness the total
humiliation of that wimp you call a son.  Now sit!"

   They sat.  And I'd just decided to push this all the way.

   "I know what to do with tits like these.  Miss Suzuki, please instruct
Natsumi to go to the cupboard to the right of the front door - the one you
all came through earlier, and take the lengths of soft white rope that she
will find there, just inside the door and to the left." In the minute or
two it took for my number one girl to complete her task, I squeezed,
kneaded and stroked her sister's incredible swingers, exciting the nipples
until she began to pant.  Every time she tried to move her arms in to limit
my access, I brushed them aside with a shake of my head.  "No, girl.  These
are mine now."

   When Natsumi returned, her eyes glistening with speculation as to what I
was going to do, I took lengths of rope from her one at a time (cordage,
really - I'd been using it to tie picture frames onto the roof rack of my
V-dub and it was wonderfully soft and pliable: about ten millimeters
thick). Doubling the two longer lengths, I started by flipping a quick
figure of eight knot into the middle of the doubled cord, leaving me an
eyelet that I could use later.  Then, I looped a slip-knot around the base
of Suzume's right breast, working the cords alternately clockwise and
anticlockwise around the meat and gradually binding her breast into a
lengthened tube of rope and udder.  By the time I had finished and tied the
cords off, just behind her areola, a swollen ball the size of a half-scale
football was rapidly swelling at the lower extremity of a binding
approximately four inches in length, and about three and a half to four
inches in diameter.

   Quickly, my fingers working with greater surety now, I repeated the
process on the other breast, and then snagged the loose loops and tied the
bases together with a shorter length of cord, throwing a third line around
her neck for good measure, just to keep her knockers bobbing forwards.  My
Sparrow's teats had started to take on the colour of a damson plum and the
nipples had gone glossy with the tension.  I stood back to view my
handiwork and heard a strangled moan from the man.  Suzuki was panting too.

   All the time I had been roping up her breasts, Suzume had been glaring
at me, following my eyes with her own, trying to pierce my mind with her
gaze, but when I glanced at her, I merely smiled, a little enigmatically
perhaps, but I was careful not to hurt or humiliate her.  Besides, I wanted
these magnificent udders to stay magnificent.  In the few minutes it took
me, her stare softened, and then the pulsing of her own breasts drew her
attentions as the blood filled them like erectile tissue and they began to
bob and jiggle upon her chest, the nipples rotating gently like a belly
dancer warming up.  She looked at me again and then raised both arms,
scraped her hair back into a ponytail and pulled an elasticated band off
one wrist to hold it, then laced her fingers together and locked her hands
behind her head, elbows spread wide.  She wanted me to do this!

   I caressed the slowly inflating globes of her tits, tweaking the
nipples, then leaned in and sucked on them for a while, alternating from
one to the other until they each formed a miniature ziggurat of plum
coloured flesh, pulsing on the very ends of her rope-bound udders.  Veins
began to writhe beneath the visible skin, red and purple both.  She was
held spellbound by the sight of her own tits.  I lifted one of her fleshy
maces in either hand and bent my head again to nibble - and I got to her at
last.  The feeling of my teeth on parts of her anatomy that had suddenly
been forced into super-sensitivity became too much for her to maintain any
semblance of aloof disdain.  She gasped and her head went back, baring her
throat, and then the mewling of a woman in the throes of selfish lust began
to pervade the quietude of the room, soft and sibilant at first, then more
rhythmic and sonorous.  Before she got anywhere near losing her
self-control, I stopped my delightful ministrations, cleared my throat, and
spoke.

   "Miss Suzuki, please instruct Natsumi to kneel between us, facing me. 
Then tell her open the zipper on my jeans, take out my cock, and lick the
head, lathing it with her saliva so that I can fuck it into her sister." I
glanced at Tanaka and his mother, but they were sitting there like statues,
a priceless look of grim determination on the old woman's face, and the man
flushed and sweating.  "I need to see if her tight little cunt will take a
real cock.  She's probably never had one.  Tight-assed little bitch."

   Miss Suzuki apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr.  Cullen, but this word `cunt'. I
am unable to translate it."

   "OK, do you know what the word vagina means?  It's a bad word for that:
very vulgar." She blushed prettily and looked away.

   To tell you the truth, my erection had been growing for a long time, and
when my slave dutifully opened my fly, it sprang forwards in an arching
curve that bobbed with the flood of blood pumping into erectile tissue:
dick muscle inflating with the force of a fire hose.  Natsumi gasped, but
then showed none of the shyness she'd had before and grasped my jutting
fuckstick around its base, flexing it at first, then beginning to
experiment with the tip of her tongue, first dipping it into the expanding
eye of my dick, and then sucking up the pre-cum that started to form there
in little pearls.  As she did, I noticed that she was slowly rotating our
tableau clockwise so that the others could get the full benefit.  So, she
was a naturally naughty girl too!

   The husband gargled into a throat constricted by extreme frustration. 
His mother gasped.

   Natsumi glanced at Miss Suzuki and spoke in the kind of voice that
bluebell flowers would speak in, if they had them.  "Your number one slave
says that your sexual equipment, your penis, is excessively large.  No...
very large indeed.  She says that you will put babies into their bellies...
their wombs, with this, ah, tool.  It cannot be avoided.  Slave Natsumi
asks whether you want your slaves to breed for you.  No, whether you want
to breed your slaves?" Miss Suzuki muttered something afterwards too, but
it sounded so breathy and guttural that I couldn't tell whether she was
still speaking in English, or J*p*n*se.

   "Tell my woman that we will deal with that when we come to it," and then
I groaned as the resistance in the woman's lips vanished and she took the
head of the python into her mouth, lapping at its heavily veined underside
with her tongue.  I began sliding my cock towards the back of the woman's
throat, gently fucking her face, but not so deeply that I would make her
gag.  I placed my own hands on either side of Natsumi's head, and as she
looked up at me with her mouth spread so wide around the shaft that it was
plain that she was struggling.  I gently lifted her off me and helped her
stand.  The thinnest of smiles played across her mouth, like a patch of
sunlight chasing clouds, and she raised a finger to a bead of moisture on
her lower lip, rolled the fingertip to pick it up, then slid the finger
between her lips, never for one instant taking her eyes off mine.

   I leaned towards her downy cheek and lightly kissed it.  The scents of
her perfumes, both natural and manmade, insinuated themselves into my
brain. Time had begun to slip by in haphazard fashion, with some moments -
montages of candid images mostly - going by with almost subliminal speed,
then the consideration of words being said and facial expressions drifting
by with all the time in the world to study and interpret them.  I'd felt
like this on an acid trip once, but this was real - and the only drug was
the excitement of pure sensation.  `I could love this woman,' I thought,
`...but she seems held captive by the sense of mastery and the
relinquishment of any right or desire to choose for herself.' There was a
camera flash in my head: she smiled at me, then bent to swish her sister's
leopard skin panties down over the gorgeous curves of stockinged legs.

   I was going to issue another instruction through Miss Suzuki, but
couldn't wait a moment longer.  I turned to Suzume, took her by an arm and
spun her forcefully to face the table, her strung tits bumping and bobbing,
and eliciting a girly squeal.  Then I pushed her forwards and down so that
she took her own weight on the props of her arms.  I pulled on her hips to
get her to stick her ass out more and got her to spread her legs wide by
the simple expedient of placing a foot next to each instep below the ankles
and pushing them outwards until I was satisfied.  With every jerk and shunt
of her body, she made an `ooofing' noise.

   Suzume looked across at her husband and spoke briefly, but not pleading
with him.  "The woman, Suzume, asks him if he is going to just sit there
and watch the foreign devil, you, take his woman?  She says that he can
stop it, all he has to do is to speak." Tanaka sat in stony silence,
unmoving.

   I spat into the palm of my hand [the last time I might ever have to do
that, I thought] and reached between the cheeks of her buttocks and into
the long black fluff of straight and wiry pubic hair.  As it was, I needn't
have bothered with the spit; she was already absolutely dripping with the
juice of her own pussy.  As I held the huge bulb of my cock against the
heat of her snatch, I thought of two things: firstly, that I had woken up
this morning, a struggling writer and novelist with no girlfriend and
virtually no hope of finding one.  Now, I was poised on the edge of sinking
my cock; so hard now that it hurt, into the wet cunt of a mature J*p*n*se
woman that I had never even tried to pass the time of day with until an
hour or so before.  And not only that, but I was going to do this in front
of her husband, her mother-in-law, her sister (who had also joined my
household as a slave) and the family's translator.

   My cock felt a cold air pass over the skin, as if it was filling with
cement.  It was harder than it had ever been before, longer and much, much
thicker.  I looked at it, nuzzling at the bush of hair above her pubic
mound and watched her dark brown (almost black) anal bud relax its pucker
ever so slightly.  `Jeezus, it must be over ten inches in length now,' I
thought: `Always good for the ego.' Glancing back at her spread-eagled
cunt, I added the mental note that this was probably going to hurt her, but
it was far too late for reassessments now.
I swallowed, grasped Suzume's hip with one hand and dug my fingers in
beneath the garters, and with my other hand around the base of the shaft to
guide it, pushed the huge apple head of my cock slowly and inexorably into

her cunt.

   She was incredibly hot inside, and so tight that her pussy felt as
taughtly muscled as a teenage virgin's would.  As the head popped through
the thinning band of her vaginal ring, her breaths puffing in and out in
short snatches, she muttered incoherent words, like baby talk.  I wished
then that I could see her face, but I imagined it to be screwed into an
expression of pained lust.

   As I got about five inches of meat into her volcanic cunt, Suzume tensed
and squealed, causing me to pause, but then lowered her face all the way to
the table top and began thrusting backwards with her ass, gyrating her
buttocks by rolling her hips in a stripper grind.  The squealing turned
into a drawn out gnnaaah-sound, the hips thrusting backwards, and a couple
more inches disappeared into her steaming snatch.  At this point, with
about three inches of the thickest part of my prick still dry, I punched
into her cervix, with the head feeling as if it had hit the dimple of her
uterus plumb centre.  The impact cased her to lurch forwards with a scream,
her torso pushing back up onto the bridge of her arms and her back arching
into a agonized reverse curve: the distended purple lollipops of her
titties springing into a dance of their own.

   Suzume caught her breath, then lifted her right hip a tad so that she
could turn and look back at me over her shoulder, then down to the cleft of
her own buttocks.  Although I doubt she could see her pussy, stretching
like a dark chocolate rubber band around my meat, she could see the stump
of my cock sprouting forwards, and the way in which the cleft in her
buttocks had been forced deeper with the ingress of cock.  She reached a
hand down onto the inner curve of her right buttock, pulled her ass cheeks
wider, and then slowly relaxed back onto the prop of her left arm.  I began
to thrust again, slowly and gently, feeling the barrier to her womb like a
spongy vice.  The moaning resumed, but then faded as she looked to her
right and into the face of the scornful old woman and spoke in whispers of
broken glass, punctuated by the huff of expelled breath every time I
bottomed out in the depths of her pussy.

   God bless Miss Suzuki.  "The slave woman, Suzume, tells the matriarch
that you have a penile instrument like a male horse, and that she has never
had anything as big in her, ah, her sexual organ before.  She has decided
that she wants to be, ah...  used in this way just as long as you will have
her.  She also tells the matriarch that she, Suzume, would never be able to
go back to her son now, as you are going to stretch her womanly vessel to
the point where she wouldn't feel her son's little `baby pencil' at all. 
She tells the mother of her...  she uses the term `late', as if he were
deceased...  ah, dead husband that she raised her son to be a...  ah,
masturbator and a premature spitter...  ah, ejaculator...  yes, a premature
ejaculator, and now that they've thrown her away, she can suck his pathetic
equipment herself.  The slave woman speaks with insulting words, telling
Madame that she can feel your horse penis pushing into her womb, and that
you are...  inevitably...  going to fill her with the liquid that makes
babies.  She says she is actually thankful that they have pushed her away
so callously, because if it were otherwise, she wouldn't feel so easy... 
comfortable...  content in giving herself totally to you.  You `possess'
her now, she says.  You own her body, and when she...  when she reaches her
climax; her orgasm, you will own her soul too..."

   "Now, your second woman speaks to her `late' husband.  She uses words
that scorn him - are meant to humiliate him.  She tells him that his mother
has called her a whore - so she will be the best whore, but only for you,
Mr.  Cullen, because now she will do whatever you ask of her, and will let
you do to her whatever you wish.  She says that he has made the biggest
mistake of his life, and that you are going to give her and her sister
children that will rise to...  ah...  rise to gain great station...  in
their lives...  She describes what it feels like to have your great hard
penis plunging into the centre of her being, and that she is getting very
close to orgasm, and that you, Mr.  Cullen, have achieved her satisfaction,
something he never could, in all the years of their mockery of a
marriage..." The diatribe puttered to a halt as Suzume's panting began to
speed up and become more hoarse.

   And then a moment of wonder: as I began to pound my cock into Suzume's
horny cunt, a small pair of hands came from behind me to grasp my hips and
begin pushing them as I pistoned into her hairy twat.  It could only be
Natsumi, helping her master batter his manhood into her sister's cunt.  I
looked back at her over my left shoulder with what I hoped was grateful
smile.  I didn't really need the help, but it was nice to think that she
wholly approved of this barely controlled rape of her sister's body.

   As Suzume's breathing became harsher and more ragged, I began to force
the acceleration by matching her with the pumping of my cock and then
increasing the tempo, really hauling on her hips and beginning to butt the
penetrating head of my cock into the nub of her uterus.  The breathing
turned into rhythmic squeaking, and then she moved her right hand back to
the table top in front of her and started to buck her ass backwards,
meeting my humping with counter thrusts that sent ripples of vibration
through the flesh of her ass, hips, thighs and lower back.

   Suddenly, the volcanic maw of her cunt began to spasm, alternately
constricting her vaginal musculature, and then releasing the tension. 
Waves of sensation rippled up and down the shaft of my fuckstick, and I
could feel the buzzing itch of my own climax begin to build somewhere deep
behind the pubic bone.

   Suzume leaned back even more, mewling constantly now, lifting her own
hands to grip the shafts of her bound tits and slamming the grotesquely
swollen bulbs together, then pinching viciously at the teats.  Her orgasm
hit her like a freight train.  In fact, she came so hard and so violently
that it was all I could do just to keep my cock buried in her thrashing
body.  The forward jutting of her thighs even managed to drive the table
across the tiles towards the man who had caved in to his mother's wishes
and lost her.  An animal growling emanated from her, pulsing for long
seconds, forced through gritted teeth - then grew into an ululation of
noise that burst upon our ears...  and then she could take no more and
collapsed across the table, her weight on her breasts and forearms,
flopping in the last throes of her climax like a drunken marionette with
the strings all mixed, gasping for air.

   Then, another miracle...  as the tensions began to drain out of her
lower body, washing away with the release of years of stress and
frustration, the musculature around her cervix and the uterus suddenly
relaxed.  In a microsecond, the circumcised knob, denied access for so
long, squeezed into the entry to her womb and I sank the full eleven inches
of my penile battering ram into her inner sanctum, my pubic hair at last
meshing with hers, and my hips slamming into the luscious buffers of her
globular ass.  With a primordial scream, her back arched up again into a
richtus of sudden agony as her uterus gave up its virginity, but this
subsided quickly, and she thrust back at me again, turning her head to look
at me with the strangest expression; part shock, part hope, part amazement,
part lust: an apocryphal moment - before her face dissolved into the
volcanic eruption of another orgasm, but this one emanating from the core
of her womanhood.  It wasn't just an aftershock either: this one was
greater than her first by a whole level on the Richter Scale, and her
scream had the three onlookers flinching away, hands half raised in an
involuntary effort to protect themselves from the incendiary fallout.

   Suzume's second climax was awesome in its intensity.  As she peaked, the
clenching of the ribs of muscle in her vagina and the tube of her uterus
forced me over the edge too.  With a rutting grunt, I drove my cock deeper
into her - deeper than I have ever been in a woman, locked my hands
together across the basque over her belly, and felt the first huge spurt of
baby-juice surge up the column of my penis, explode out of the head and
paint the walls of her womb.  I came hard and long, Suzume reacting to
every squirt as if she felt it impacting inside her, her legs straightening
on every one with a little jerk, and then allowing her to settle back on
the bar of meat that had transfixed her - speared through her guts -
spitted her for roasting in the fires of her own lust.  By the time I'd
done, I could feel the internal pressures bathing the knob, as if I had
pumped her womb absolutely full with no room for egress.

   I straightened slowly, intending to pull out of her, but she came with
me, reaching a hand around us and behind my lower ribs, rising like a
ballet dancer onto the tips of her toes, keeping me pressed against her
body.  The other arm looped over her left shoulder and wrapped itself
around the back of my neck.  It was the pose of a supermodel; one who had
just been royally fucked, and was now showing the world just how satiated
and replete she felt.  She spoke to the brittle remnants of her family: her
husband's head now slumped forwards, sweat dripping from the short hairs at
the back of his plump red neck, and the matriarch, beak like an eagle,
perched on a branch in desolate wilderness.

   Miss Suzuki glocked a couple of times, her throat sounding as if it was
clogged with syrup, then translated again.  What a trooper...

   "Slave Suzume says to her late husband, "That is the way a real man
takes his woman." She tells him that you have surely impregnated her, and
that she could feel herself filling with your, ah...  sperm.  She tells him
that she can still feel the end of your monster penis buried in her womb...
that it plugs her, making sure that she conceives.  She tells him that you
own her now.  She will always be your slave, just as long as you want her
to breed your babies, and pleasure yourself.  She tells him that she will
give you the virginity of her...  ah, the virginity of her back passage...
ah, her anus...  (Oh God, don't make me say this...) something that he'd
yearned for but always been denied.  She tells him that you can use her
body like that of a prostitute.  She says that it is the two of them that
have thrown her out like a whore, so now she will be one: the best one...
your whore."

   As Miss Suzuki was struggling to enunciate the last sentences in this
outrageous monologue, I could feel my penis begin slipping out of this
woman's wonderful body as it lapsed slowly into turgidity, but I still had
a pronouncement to make and drive what I thought was the final nail into
the man's consciousness.

   "Miss Suzuki, please inform Mr.  Tanaka and his lovely Mother that I
have found the slave woman, Suzume, to be acceptable to me, and will
henceforth waive all aspirations (I so wanted to add "real or imaginary",
but figured that victory was already absolute) that I might have had in
terms of his daughters."

   As Suzuki got through this, there was a strangled cry from the defeated
Father, which prompted the old woman to slap his near shoulder peremptorily
with the back of her hand.

   "Madam Tanaka tells her son that this whole sorry episode is at last
over, and that he has rid himself of two unconscionable liabilities that
had been hanging around the family's necks like leper's bells." There was a
pause in which she cleared her throat, then nervously, "And she would like
you to know, Mr.  Cullen, that she thinks that you are the most obnoxious
man she has even met.  She says that you degrade yourself with this act of
licentiousness, and not her or her son."

   I had to smile at this.  There was still a haughty defiance in the old
biddy, and then my softening penis chose that very moment to slide out of
Suzume's well-fucked twat with a loud sucking noise, followed instantly by
a minor torrent of sperm and cunt juice, that hit the floor with an audible
splatter.  Mr.  Tanaka, caught in the act of sneaking sideways glances at
his wife's lewd display, witnessed this and promptly dissolved into
sobbing.

   "Madam Tanaka says that we must go now.  That we have no more business
here now..." And then...  "Mister Cullen-san," it was a hissing whisper
from an obviously frantic Miss Suzuki as the old woman scraped the legs of
her chair back across the tiles and motioned to her son to follow her. 
"Don't let me go with them!  Don't leave me alone with them.  Let me live
here, with you.  Oh please." There was real desperation in her voice.

   I looked from her to an impatient Prune, waiting for her son to make a
move: something he suddenly seemed strangely reluctant to do.  She barked
an instruction, and repeated it, even more venomously if anything.  At
length, Mr.  Tanaka stood somewhat groggily, both hands waving in front of
his pants crotch in an apparent effort to shield his fly, then staggered as
the back of his knee caught the chair and had to reach a hand out to steady
himself.  Everyone, including his mother, could see at once that there was
a small wet stain on the material of his grey cotton pants.  So, Mr. 
Tanaka had been getting his little `baby pencil' off watching his wife get
fucked with a horse cock.  Sweet!
As this sideshow evolved, Miss Suzuki continued in a hiss, "If they stay
here, it's just me.  I couldn't take it from her...  just me alone.  Please

do something, Cullen-san?"

   I moved from behind Suzume's shapely buttocks and issued a final
instruction.  "Wait!"

   The wicked witch stopped fanning at her son's ineffectual efforts to
cover his trousers and glared at me, as if to say, `What now, you impudent
lecher?' But she couldn't stop herself glancing down at my hanging cock,
dripping with her daughter-in-law's cum.

   "Miss Suzuki must stay with me.  I have accepted the flowers you have
rejected: the women you have accused, judged and thrown away," (Quite
poetic, I thought for the spur of the moment...  me standing there
bollock-naked from the waist down, my tumescent but flaccid cock dripping
spunk and slave cum on the floor...  quite poetic.) "But you present me
with a new problem.  I have to communicate with them, or risk a severe
difficulty developing that must have an impact on our deal." (This was a
stretch, I knew, but I'd have to trust on the bizarre nature of the moment
to carry it off, forcing things through without giving the Tanaka woman too
much time to think about it.) "You have to give this woman to me too," and
I reached out my right hand and rested it on Miss Suzuki's quaking
shoulder.
Give her fair due, the old crone decided on the instant.  The bargaining
chip translated again, "She say's "Take the slut...  take me!  She says
that I have been trying to seduce her son and corrupt her children since I
got here.  She says she is glad to clear the house of whores and make a...

a...  clean sweep."

   "I haven't finished, Suzuki.  I take it that the same procedure must
apply?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, I take it I have to inspect the `goods' and accept them before
the transaction is completed?" My eyes were on hers now, and hers were
suddenly twinkling with amusement.

   She took a couple of paces back, and then started a pirouette to her
left, smiling broadly.  As her back came into view and she was facing Madam
Tanaka directly, I quickly told her to stop.  On the back of her tight blue
skirt, there was an inverted cross of glistening wetness, even the
suggestion of a thin white froth in its centre.  The long bar of the
`cross' began about a hand's length up on the curve of her buttocks in the
cleft and ended at a point about four inches below the `crossbars' which
corresponded with the creases in the under curve of her butt.  Realising
that our shy and retiring translator had been creaming into her panties,
probably for the duration of the more salacious parts of the negotiation, I
didn't want her to be further embarrassed by inadvertently revealing her
`accident' to the crone.

   "I'll take her, but only on condition that for the rest of the year, she
remains on the company's payroll as a bona fide employee of Mr.  Tanaka's
corporation.  This will save you having to explain where she went and
difficult questions being asked.  How you solve your own needs for a
translator is your own affair." As Miss Suzuki translated, the old woman's
eyes were again on her sons bowed head.  She snapped one word, "Hai!"
Grabbed him by the arm, spun on her heel and marched him though the front
door without apparently breaking step.  The door slammed shut behind them
of its own accord, and we were alone in my house.  Well, as alone as four
people can be, I guess.

   The silence was deafening, and for the space of five seconds, we stood
there in shock, staring at the impervious wooden panels of the door.  Then
Miss Suzuki spun and threw herself into my arms, sobbing with relief into
my disheveled shirtfront.  I comforted her for a while, shushing breathily
into the soft waves of her hair - she smelled entrancing, like cinnamon and
lemons.  As I did, I think all of us drew a breath, both mentally and
physically.  Then, there was a sound at my back and I turned towards it,
relinquishing my embrace of Miss Suzuki.  `Of course, there are two very
important others!' was the exclamation point in my mind.

   Natsumi and her half naked sister, Suzume, were suddenly and
inexplicably kneeling on the floor, side by side, with their palms on the
tiles at my feet.  "What are they doing?" I asked in perplexed surprise. 
Coming so hard on the heels of so stressful an exit, I had absolutely no
idea what was happening now, "Miss Suzuki, what are they doing?"

   I looked back at the third of my women and found that she was also
dropping to the floor to kneel and placing her palms on the tiles, pointing
in the general direction of my feet.  "They are paying you respect...  We!
We are paying our master the respect that is his.  It is our duty now to
serve you: your right to command us.  Cullen-san, you should touch us on
the shoulder to signal your acceptance of our, ah...  fealty.  This must be
in the order in which we have come to you, starting with Natsumi-chan, then
Suzume-chan, and then me."

   This was starting to choke me up, and a weight of responsibility that I
had not thought about for a moment descended slowly onto my own shoulders.
I bent and touched Natsumi on her shoulder, putting a hand under her arm to
help her arise.  When she lifted her chin and turned her face to mine, I
saw that it was glistening with the tracks of tears and immediately put my
arms around her and hugged her to my chest.  Then, touching Suzume in the
same way, I hugged her too as she gained her feet, taking care not to put
too much pressure on the bobbing lollipops.  Finally, I reached down and
touched Miss Suzuki.

   As she stood with my support and came willingly into my embrace, she
whispered, "And my name is Chikako.  I know I am the youngest of your
women, but I will work hard to be worthy of your care, so that we three may
become equal.  And master, if you don't mind me telling you like this, you
should do to your number one woman what you just did to her sister.  This
is only fair." As she spoke to me, I could smell the heavy dew of
pheromones that had soaked into the skirt, wafting upwards with the warmth
of her body.  Yum!

   I smiled at her, "And what about you, Chikako?  When do you become a
full member?"

   Her face lit up like a schoolgirl with a Christmas present, then she
ducked close to my chest again and whispered, "I will always be here for
you, when you are ready to take me.  But I am not a woman with experience,
like number one and number two.  I have never been...  never been... 
opened.  I would ask master to be careful when he lies with his number 3."
The shy smile was still lingering, but `master' had to get things moving.

   "Right," I shifted the smile to Natsumi, "We are all going to the
bedroom.  I am going to do my best to knock you up." She glanced askance at
Chikako's interpretation of this, so I supplied, "Sorry, I am going to get
you pregnant so that your breasts will grow big and milky and your belly
will swell like a balloon.  You are my number one woman, and always will
be." She giggled and looked down at my cock, which was already showing
signs of recovery.  "And you," pointing at Suzume, "will go and shower...
with Chikako...  together.  But first, you must help her untie the ropes
binding her tits and massage them gently to restore her circulation.  I
will show you where you will find clothes," and then by way of explanation,
"My girlfriend got religion and went away, but she left all her Goth and
fetish stuff behind.  There's a wardrobe still full of it.  I was going to
box it all and send it to a rummage-sale or something, but never got around
to it."

   "I'd also like you to shave each other's pussies.  I'll let Natsumi keep
hers, but I want you two to have baby-smooth pussies.  You'll find my
shaving kit on the glass shelf." I gestured a hand towards Suzume's tuft of
pubic hair, "Use the small scissors to trim the hair back as short as you
can, but be careful, they're very sharp and I don't want either of you
cutting yourselves.  Then, shave each other, so you don't miss anything. 
Do you understand?" Chikako was struggling.

   "I never have bare pussy before.  You want us to have baby pussy?"

   "Exactly, I want you to have baby-girl pussy.  Both of you, and when
you're done, I want you to come to bed with us," indicating Natsumi and
myself.

   She bobbed a bow, then looked shyly at Suzume and explained what I
wanted them to do, gesturing almost unconsciously at the older woman's
glistening pussy as she did so.  Suzume smiled, understanding immediately,
then turned the radiance on me.  She really was so much nicer looking when
she smiled.  I relied on the J*p*n*se culture of taking baths and spa
treatments together to get Chikako over most of her shyness.  Suzume
certainly looked game.

   Then, I took Natsumi's hand and led them up the stairs for the first
time.

   ----****---

   Once we were all in the master bedroom, and everyone had seen the
oversized bed, causing them to swap salacious whispers that, I had no
doubt, were already speculating about what was going to happen in it - with
Natsumi getting some last minute advice from her sister, I took them back
across the landing and into the back bedroom, where I opened the door to my
ex's wardrobe and helped the ladies pick out some replacement clothing. 
Fortunately, Jenny had been pretty much the same physical size as Natsumi
and Chikako, but she'd had nowhere near the breast development that Suzume
had, not many women did!  So, we were going to have to experiment a bit
with that.

   Because of my own, somewhat fetishist taste in women's clothing, there
were several very short mini skirts, mostly black and red; a number of
dresses in Lycra and nylon that tended to be very short as well, but very
fitted; some gauzy blouses and skimpy Tees, most of the latter with
Goth-style motifs: Halloween caricatures, wastrel faces in Kabuki theatre
makeup - and stuff like that.  I handed out some stuff for them to choose
from, and they took to it like it was Sales day at the department store. 
Suzume solved her bust-related problem by choosing one of the Lycra dresses
and a boned under-bust waspie.  Boy, I couldn't wait to see her in that.

   I left Suzume and Chikako to rummage through the drawers for themselves
for knickers and things; I was much more interested in seeing just how
naughty the shyest member of my new family really was - an interest kindled
in part by the rich and musky smells of the pussy juice that was still
running down the insides of Suzume's thighs and staining my sweet
translator's skirt.  It was something that I noticed then, and have ever
since: the incredible quantity of natural lubricant that those two managed
to generate - and they did it every time, too.  No wonder that the pair of
them had to take on so much extra fluid with their meals!  It was also a
revelation to find that the smell of their vaginal exudations was
distinctly different; the older woman's being more tangily musky, somehow,
more like a herb, and Chikako's being slightly more acrid, as if its
chemical complexity held more of her youthful energy and wishful desires.
It was no surprise to find out later that Chikako means `fragrant child' in
J*p*n*se; one of life's delightful ironies.
I took Natsumi's hand and led her back across the landing and towards my
bed; turning her as we reached it and bending to find her lips and kiss her
very thoroughly.  She was shivering, whether with repressed desire or
anxiety, I could not tell, and then, as I carefully unbuttoned her dress at
the back and let it slip to the floor, she began to try and speak to me in
short little bursts of whispered urgency, holding my face in her hands, the
tip of her nose almost touching mine, and her lips fluttering across my
facial skin like a butterfly against a window pane.  I had no idea what it
was she was so earnest about, but it was obviously something that concerned
her mightily, and I did my best to try and keep her calm, whist at the same

time undressing her.

   As her hands went to the garters to release the stockings, I caught them
by the wrists and shook my head, `No', but I gently tugged at the waistband
of her panties, and she responded by pulling them over her full hips,
sliding them down her stockinged legs and stepping out of them, giving them
a last flick with the toe of her stiletto to get them out from underfoot. I
wanted her to keep the shoes on too.

   I embraced her again; my penis was now jutting up, fully erect and
inflamed, the veins standing out like ropes writhing around the pulsing
pillar, trapped between our bodies, the head pressed against her ribcage
somewhere just below her breasts.  I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled
her astride me, feeding my meat into the tuft of black hair over her pussy
and feeling it begin to part the dripping labia.  As it popped past the
tight ring of her vagina, she gasped, then very slowly lowered herself onto
the shaft, sliding her tight little cunt lower and lower in bouncing jolts,
her breath panting, then becoming soft moans, until, for the second time
that morning, my cock-crown butted once more into the nub of a mature
J*p*n*se uterus.

   Natsumi was looking down between her legs the whole time, watching her
pussy stretching to accommodate my cock and the inner labia being drawn up
into her snatch with the elastic tightness.  As she filled up and looked at
the length of meat still to go, I am sure that she was wondering where to
go from here, because she looked into my face from close range with a very
quizzical expression, half squatting and still giving out that little moan.
I wriggled my butt back on the bed, then pulled her legs up one at a time
until she was effectively kneeling astride my hips and able to control the
depths to which my cock was going to sink into her cunt for herself.

   When she realised that I was merely going to hold her, with my hands on
her hips to steady her, she began to lift herself up and down on my
throbbing penis, alternately mewling as she sat until it made contact with
her cervix, then ooohing as she flexed her thighs and rose back up.  When
she'd settled into a very slow rhythm, I reached around her hips to grasp
her firm and curvaceous buttocks, and then pulled her in on an upstroke and
immediately sucked in one of her dark nipples.  She squealed, but not in
pain.  At least, I hope not.  When I relinquished it, she twisted slightly
to present my questing mouth with the twin of the first, and I suckled for
long moments in complete content.

   While I paid her beautiful breasts the attention they so richly
deserved, she began to talk to me again, earnest whispers in a language
almost completely alien to me, filtering through the fibers of my hair and
vibrating against the upper lobes of my ears.  After I'd sucked a hickey
into the inner curve of her right breast, I released her to slide down my
shaft once more, and then she was holding my cheeks in the palms of her
small hands and the butterfly was doing laps around my cheeks again as she
whispered.  Whatever it was, it was getting more urgent, even as her
breathing and bobbing quickened as her orgasm drew near.  She was nose-tip
to nose-tip now, her face in an agony of indecision, looking right into my
eyes and pleading with me: for what, I could not possibly comprehend... 
and then I did.

   As Natsumi's anxiety dissolved in a climax that she must have felt in
every cell of her being, I discovered what she had been trying so
desperately to warn me about.  My number one darling had a secret.  As she
bucked and bounced on my cock, grinding the head of my penis as hard
against her cervix as she could bear, she began to squirt: Small splashes
of urine to begin with that merely sprayed into my pubic hair, and then, as
her orgasm drew out and became even more intense, thick jets of
lemon-tinted liquid that soaked my groin and the bedclothes beneath our
entwined bodies.

   Every time she bottomed out and drove my penis deep into her snatch,
she'd grunt and another squirt would spray out of her pussy.  The vaguely
acidic odour of fresh woman's pee rose up between us, filling my nostrils.
It was awe-inspiring to watch.  I'd never made love to a squirter before,
although I had heard of the phenomenon.  Now, I was living the dream.

   As Natsumi's orgasm began to subside, she took a couple of moments to
recover her breath, her hands on my shoulders and her head bowed.  I guess
she was also surveying the aftermath of her cataclysmic cum, because when
she turned her chin up again to look into my face, all the old anxiety was
back.  But to see it clear like a cloud from the face of the sun when she
saw me smiling back at her with wonder was a golden moment, literally, as
well as metaphorically.

   She held my cheeks in her hands again, looking deep into my eyes, and
her voice sang its whispered cadences into my face.  Then, she glanced down
at the mess, then back at me; another question in her eyes.

   I pulled her into a kiss, then told her softly, "That was amazing.  You
are beautiful, so very beautiful, and I want more..." as reassuringly as I
was able, and at last placed my hands back on her hips and settled her onto
my cock again.

   She gazed at me, shaking her head slightly as if in disbelief, kissed me
quickly and very hard, and then pressed her breasts to my face again,
wanting me to pay them more attention now that I'd put her mind at ease
about her little foible.  It turned out that the squirting was a natural
part of her climaxes and she could no more control herself, or her bladder
when in the throes of a monumental orgasm than I could control my
imagination.  Moreover, I found out from Chikako later that her propensity
for squirting during her climaxes had eventually become one of the reasons
why her ex-husband had cut her off.  The guy hadn't been able to cope with
what, for me, was a perfectly natural bodily response to sensory overload
and having one's vagina stuffed full of cock.  `Poor bastard,' I thought.
`Just look what you're missing,'

   By the time I felt the mattress compress with the weight of someone
joining us, I was lying in the middle of the bed, my head on the pillows,
while Natsumi rode my fuckstick to another monumental orgasm.  She'd not
yet managed to relax her cervical musculature to the point where she could
take my cock into her uterus, but I was certain she was working on it.  As
her pussy began to convulse inside and she squirted the first huge jet of
cum-pee across my belly, Suzume's grinning face appeared around her
sister's hip, and then her eyes went wide as the golden fluid began to
puddle in my navel.  She had obviously put on the waspie and had Chikako
lace it in tight at the back, and then put on the Lycra dress, but without
a bra.  Her pendulous breasts swung tantalizingly within the stretchy
material and I reached a hand to grasp her by a nipple through the dress
and pull her down into a kiss.

   As she responded, putting more of her weight on my chest and placing one
of her hands on my stomach in the path of the next spray, she groaned
lustfully and slurped on my tongue like a vacuum cleaner.  She squeaked as
her sister let another jet go, and then commenced rubbing the tangy warmth
into my stomach and groin.

   The thought that Chikako had yet to make her presence felt had just
crept into my mind under the rug, when Natsumi must have opened her eyes as
her orgasm subsided and seen her sister kissing her lover, even as she rode
his cock in pumping jolts.  This was apparently enough to send her into a
series of aftershocks, during which she managed to work Suzume's dress up
over her hips and start stroking her sister's pussy and asshole, but the
ripples of sensation got too much for her and she suddenly collapsed
sideways off my body in a dead faint.

   Then, Chikako was there, taking the weight of Natsumi's collapsing torso
and making sure that she fell onto the bed next to me, rather than onto the
floor.  My cock sucked out of her tight twat with a wonderfully vulgar
slurping sound and Chikako, now wearing a tiny black satin mini skirt and a
silvery boob tube, huffed as she transferred the weight of the unconscious
woman to lie beside me.

   Suzume took the opportunity to become instantly reacquainted with her
master's penis, straddling my body, placing the sodden head of my cock in
her now delightfully naked pussy, and sitting down on it with a satisfied
grunt.  Then she sat up as my cock once again butted into her recovered
cervix, winced a little, and threw the dress off her magnificent body with
a flourish.  Falling forwards again to land on the props of her arms, one
either side of my shoulders, she teased me with her swinging tits, rocking
her shoulders back and forth so that her nipples brushed across my chest,
my throat and my face.  There was a faint blush of red where the cords had
encircled them and a red mark on either side where the knotted tags had
pulled them together, but really, they were quickly back in remarkable
shape.  I played `bite-the-bobbing-nipple' for a while as she too started
talking to me.  The dulcet voice of my beautiful translator whispered in my
ear, from very close range, and I turned to smile at her, then kiss her
very briefly too.

   "Suzume-san says that she is still sore inside, but that she wants your
penis inside her as much as possible.  She says that you really did take
her virginity when you...  ah...  when you fucked her before, and she wants
you to, ah...  tie her up and fuck her every day, whenever you want to use
her."

   I was amazed at two things, firstly, the radical change in Suzume's
attitude to me since that first glare across the table top, and secondly,
that Chikako had found the good old Anglo-Saxon vocabulary that had seemed
to desert her during the negotiations.

   I palmed Suzume's breasts, one in each hand, and sucked the nipples into
full prominence, then looked into her eyes, now clean of makeup.  "Chikako
darling, please tell this wonderfully slutty woman that I will never tire
of fucking her, and then I want you to do us both a favour." Chikako duly
related my words, causing Suzume to push herself back astride my lower body
and grind herself onto the cock buried deep in the heat of her dripping
cunt, then looked at me from the side expectantly.

   "Now, darling, I want you to sit here, your knees on either side of my
body, and your bottom over my face, and then slowly sit down so that I can
lick and suck your virgin cunt, baby.  Because in a little while, when
Suzume has reached her orgasm, I'm going to make you mine."

   Her hands began fluttering at a face that was suddenly inflamed with
embarrassment and she drew in several short gasps of breath, but shifted
her weight off the mattress so that she could get around Natsumi and comply
with her new master's requests.  I stopped her with another instruction. 
"And darling, when my tongue is buried in your tight little snatch and you
are beginning to feel good, I'd like you to hug Suzume and kiss her,
properly, like you mean it, while she fucks herself on my cock.  Can you do
that for me darling?"

   She looked at Suzume; eyes closed and focused inwards on her own
reverie, then back at me, and nodded, `Yes'.  Her eyes were wide, but she
was flushing around her throat and on the rounds of her cheeks with desire.
`Wow, my virgin translator, preparing to be royally fucked for the first
time in her life and about to squat over the face of her master/lover, is
going to get in a lip-lock with another woman who is verging on orgasm!'
Chikako worked the tiny skirt up over her hips, and swung a leg over my
face.

   I couldn't see the kiss happen, as my face was snuffling between the
fragrant cleft of her buttocks at the time - and an inquisitive tongue
delving into her delicious cunt, but by the sudden tensing of Suzume's
pussy on my cock, the sounds of an exploratory coming together of two
beautiful women's lips and tongues, and then the renewed clenching of her
internal muscles on the shaft of my fuckstick, that is exactly what
happened.

   As Suzume went into sensory overload, Chikako started to press down on
my face in little pulses, flexing her thighs and breaking off the kiss with
number two, moaning and mewling in the overtures to her own, crashing
orgasm.  As she came on my face, thick drools of cunt juice and virgin cum
poured out of her twat, and, sucking the dribbling streams into my mouth, I
reflected that I could probably live on the nutrition that my girls would
provide just with their pussies.  As the thought faded, and their orgasms
did too, I decided that a reshuffle was in order.

   I gently pushed Chikako's gorgeous bubble butt off my face until she
kicked her knee over my chest and knelt once more on the mattress, but now
on the opposite side from the reclining Natsumi.  My number one had
recovered her senses and had obviously been watching the show, because she
was idly playing with her own pussy and smiling at everyone with something
akin to pride in her eyes.  She leaned in and kissed me on the ear, then
moved her lips to my cheek and licked up a dribble of Chikako's cum that
had been tickling me as it slid downwards.  I smiled my appreciation.

   "OK, now, Chikako, the time has come.  Do you think that you're ready to
become completely accepted as my number three woman?" Looking guardedly at
the other two, she shyly nodded her compliance.  "Don't worry, darling, I
will be very careful with you.  Look, you can sit astride me, just like
Suzume is doing now, and then you can control everything: how quickly or
slowly you want to go, and how deeply you want to take me.  All right?"
Another nod.  "Ask Natsumi to sit on my face, just as you were just doing,
and Suzume will help you.  Ask her to support you, and remember, when my
cock begins to press against your virginity, you must decide whether you
want it to happen quickly or slowly.  Just take your time.  You decide, OK?
It's probably gonna hurt for a very short time, and then start feeling
good. At least," I said with a rueful grin, "I hope it will.

   Chikako relayed all of these new instructions to the women as she was
changing places with Suzume, but there was a minor crisis when Natsumi
experienced another little attack of panic when she realised that I wanted
to tongue-fuck her pussy.  Chikako paused, "Natsumi-chan apologises,
Cullen-san, but she is afraid to sit with her woman-hole on your mouth
because she knows that you will make her climax again and then she will do
the little shooting of urine in your mouth and on your face, because she
cannot help it."

   "Look, Chikako, tell her never to worry about that with me again.  I
love it when she gives me her pee.  It is like honey to me, and I know that
she does it when I am giving her the ultimate satisfaction.  Tell
Natsumi-chan that she can feed me the honey from her pussy any time she
likes.  It is a very special thing for me, and she must never be
embarrassed about this wonderful gift again, OK?"

   Chikako relayed this information too, even as Suzume, apparently
impatient to see the family's youngest member skewered on her master's
prick, was maneuvering the girl's hips over mine and gripping the slimy
shaft of my cock to line it up with her `baby pussy'.

   It was an amazing and unique experience for me, not only to be making
love to three gorgeous As*an women at one time, but also, to have each one
play a role in seeing that everyone got a fair and proper `share' of the
action and taking some measure of control for themselves.  My visions of a
house full of harpies making war upon each other with me in the crossfire
faded rapidly into the mists of my imaginings.

   Natsumi waited to straddle my chest and position her buttocks over my
face, kneeling on the bed and gently stroking my face, wanting to watch her
youngest sister Chikako in the moment of her own deflowering.  I think she
wanted me to watch too.

   Once Suzume had positioned my cock head between the soft and naked labia
of Chikako's cunt, she reached her left hand into the young woman's crotch
and split her fingers on either side of the pubic mound in a kind-of Vulcan
`goodbye'.  `How appropriate,' I thought.  She spoke soft words of
encouragement, and then, as Chikako began to sink, fraction by fraction
onto my cock and the head began to nudge upwards and inwards, she released
the left hand and moved it to stroke and caress the girl's taught belly
whilst also pushing downwards every time her hand met the upper curve of
Chikako's pubic bone.

   With every dip of her body and every incremental invasion of her virgin
cunt, Chikako was dry-sobbing, little squeaks and oooohing sounds issuing
from between gritted teeth.  God, but she was tight.  It was like pulling
on a wetsuit, only without the pulling!

   And then I could feel the elastic band of her hymen begin to stretch
thin across the head of the invader, and I knew she felt it too, because
there was a sudden pause, and everyone - and I do mean everyone, drew a
deep breath, waiting to see what she would choose to do.

   When Chikako suddenly drove down on my shaft with all her weight,
issuing a throaty scream that guttered into the roar of a lioness feeling
that spur on the end of the lion's dick hook itself deep inside her.  It
shocked the rest of us with its violence as much as its immediacy.  Suzume
flinched back, then rested a hand on Chikako's shoulders as she fought to
regain her equilibrium, while Natsumi shot a hand to her mouth and squeaked
in surprise.  As for me, I was just amazed that my cock didn't break in two
when it dug into the girdle of her cervix with the force of her descent,
and needed a couple of breaths myself to really begin to appreciate what
had just happened.

   My number three was a fully-fledged woman.

   Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, she began to bob up and
down on my cock, hardly moving to begin with on the rigid pillar of meat
that was now lodged in the very centre of her body, and then, as the pain
of the banished hymen began to fade, becoming more adventurous and rising
up an inch or two, and then descending until the head bumped her uterus
again.

   The frown of concentration that had been tinged with fear and anxiety
disappeared as the muscles of her face relaxed, and then began to assume a
half-smile: uncertain, but expressing a determination to reach for things
only envisioned in virginal dreams.  She opened her eyes and looked down at
me, then smiled at Natsumi, and then looked with wonder into the face of
Suzume.  It was an, "Oh, so that's what it's supposed to be like," kind of
look.
As the oooh's turned to aaahs, Suzume moved in for a lingering kiss, and
then the tableau was lost to my view as Natsumi sat astride my face,
lowered her pretty derriere until I was comfortably nibbling my way into

her well-fucked cunt, and then joined the three-way kiss that ensued.

   At some point, when Natsumi had already squirted my mouth full of
`honey' during two very vocal orgasms and Suzume had somehow managed to
reach another noisy one too, I pushed Natsumi off my face with great
reluctance as my own orgasm would no longer be denied and I wanted to see
what effect a pussy full of man-cream would have on Chikako.  I discovered
that Suzume had risen to stand over my prone body and place herself between
her sister and the rutting translator, making her pussy available for the
incestuous attentions of one, while the other, presumably, had probed her
little brown anal bud with a pointed tongue.

   What I saw was Suzume's cum and vaginal secretions running down her
inner thighs again like a curtain of moving glass, and she still had her
hand on the back of Chikako's head, helping the younger woman to get her
tongue in where it mattered most.  She was plainly still in the throes of
aftershocks, and I pulled Natsumi down for another very sloppy kiss, trying
to keep my mind off the fuse that had just been lit on the incendiary
device in my groin, while she gasped into sensibility once more.

   Later, we came to call this position `a pyramid', because the woman
without her cunt skewered on my cock or nailed to my tongue would stand
astride my hips and find her asshole being licked by one of the celebrants
at the altar of Venus, while the other slurped at her pussy.  It made a
nice change from the more regular `daisy chains' that we would end up in
lying on the bed or the floor.

   As Suzume recovered, noticed the cessation in activities, and then
stepped down to stand by the bed, I sat up with Chikako still spitted on my
now painfully rigid cock and passed my hands around her buttocks to grab a
cheek in either hand.  She fought for focus as she registered the shift in
positions, the lower half of her face a glaze of saliva and female cum; the
upper half beaded with perspiration, and then looked into my eyes with what
was definitely love; placed her arms around my neck and pulled my face
close to kiss me.  The mingling of tastes was awesome, but I was myself in
pent-up need.

   Breaking the kiss, I spoke with the greatest affection, "Darling
Chikako, I have to come in you now..." and there was a tremendous clenching
of the muscles in her vaginal tract.  "When was your last period?"

   Panting hard, she replied, "About eight days ago.  I'm in the middle of
my cycle," (pant...  pant...  pant).  I am at my most fertile," (pant,
pant).  "If you cum inside my body, I will certainly conceive." (pant... 
pant...) "I am going to have master's baby, like Suzume and Natsumi.  I am
a woman now.  Oooooh..."

   I clasped her buttocks hard to my body and stood, with her still
grinding on my fuckstick, then turned and lowered her to the bed without
disengaging.  As I picked up the pace and really began to piston my cock in
and out of her tender little twat, the other two recognised the signs of
impending cataclysm and took up front row seats on either side of Chikako's
head, Natsumi now whispering into one of her ears and Suzume watching the
union of our bodies with excitement written on every facet of her taut
woman's body.

   I could feel the concussions as I pounded my girl's tight fuckhole,
impacting on her cervix and the cup of her uterus with bone-jarring force,
but I was beyond controlling the insensate lust that had devoured my mind
in waves of blood-pumping desire and consumed all the need for Chikako's
care that I had felt before.  I was all-out fucking her...  banging her...
shagging her...  raping her...  killing her...  and nothing had ever felt
quite like this, ever!

   As I lifted her legs on either side with a hand behind each knee,
grasping her ankles and pinning them together, then rolling her hips back
towards her head to expose the lips of her cunt stretched incredibly thin
around the knotted column of my cock - and began to ram-fuck her, she was
screaming in short jolts, but blessedly, not in pain.  The first wave of
Chikako's climax sent her entire body into a richtus of muscle clenching,
screaming violence that drove me completely over the top too.  I really
think that I tried to drill through her whole body, using my cock as the
drill-head, determined to force myself completely inside her if I could. 
She responded with arching, fist-pounding, mind blowing spasms - her
features screwed up in agony and ecstasy, spittle flying, tears running
from her tightly shut eyelids.

   As the spasms slowly subsided and my cock jetted its last spurt of semen
into her abused body, she flopped back on the bed, utterly spent.  The
three of us were totally humbled.  Chikako's orgasm was like nothing I had
ever witnessed, and yet, it was as earth-shattering for us as it had been
for her.

   I continued to hold her inert body, feeling my manhood slowly lapse into
turgid tumescence and begin to slip from her vagina, dripping with a mix of
juice and blood and cum.  My women spoke on either side, whispering comfort
directly into the delicate shells of her ears, and then she suddenly
roused, blinked her eyes open and shut twice, then turned on Natsumi and
smiled like an angel.  She said something in a wavering little voice, then
looked up at me and translated once again.

   "I didn't think that I was ever coming back."

   Then, she pulled herself up slowly, using my arms to help, until she was
sitting on the bottom of the bed, her legs on either side of me on the
floor, and so much fluid pouring out of her pussy that it literally ran
down the crumpled sheet and puddled on the floor.  She reached her hands
around my neck and pulled me down until I was kneeling between her
spread-eagled legs, then hugged me gently to her.  "I thought I was going
to die, but I had to come back for you.  Please love me, Cullen-san. 
Please keep me forever?"

   I felt like crying myself.

   ----****---

   After another two hours or so of showering, giggling, fooling around,
forays by the ladies into other parts of the house that they had yet to
discover, and some very eclectic dressing, I got them all gathered
downstairs, in the kitchen this time, sat them down with a cup of coffee
and managed to gain some semblance of order while I tried to map out some
of the ground rules.  Chikako resumed her role as a translator.

   "We are a family now.  You are my women, and I am already falling in
love with all of you.  Now, things may get a little chaotic from time to
time, so the first rule is that anyone of us can call for a `time-out' when
they think we need to straighten things out...  OK?"

   "Natsumi is my number one woman, so she calls the shots..."
(Incomprehension).  "Sorry, she makes the decisions where they either do
not concern me directly, or someone asks for her counsel.  Suzume will be
in charge of fashion and dressing.  I'm going to impose some regulations
here...  From this moment onwards, I want all of you to dress on a daily
basis in stockings and a garter belt, or stocking-pantyhose: seams, glossy
denier sheer, the works.  We'll need to get everyone several pairs of shoes
with heels as high as you think you can manage: Stilettos, ballet pumps and
platforms!  These will be worn in the house, and outside it, and probably
in bed too." There were shy smiles from Natsumi and Chikako.  "Skirts and
dresses will be worn as short and as tight as possible.  If this means that
your pudendas and asses are exposed, so much the better.  Tops will be
tight, extremely revealing and low cut.  You are my women, and I like my
women to dress like sluts - but then, you will only ever be `sluts' for me!
We'll work out something for when we have to go out that won't get us
arrested."

   "Chikako, your role is to teach me J*p*n*se as quickly as I can learn
it. You will find me to be a very highly motivated student, but I'm also
counting on you to provide the necessary communicational channels until I
can get a basic understanding.  When Natsumi-chan or Suzume-chan have a
problem, with whatever, I want to know about it as quickly as possible, but
go through Natsumi when you can."

   "We will all share my bed in the main bedroom.  As you've seen, it's
oversize and it's big enough, but if you ever need to spend some time
alone, just clear it with Natsumi and there won't be a problem.  You can
use either of the other bedrooms."

   "Finally, I will be very happy if you all get pregnant with my children.
In fact, it may well be that two of you are already pregnant." Grins from
Suzume and Chikako, who would probably be leaking cum for days, even if it
weren't restocked in the interim.  "Natsumi has told me, through Chikako,
that she thinks she can't have children, but I suspect that the claims of
her former husband were merely a way to belittle and humiliate her, and it
was probably more to do with his tiny dick than it was a fault in her."
More smiles, and a look from Natsumi that had relief, longing and hope in
every nuance.

   "You and I have suddenly been thrown together as a family, and I feel
that today has been the luckiest day of my life.  This is going to work! 
The people who live next door can be safely ignored.  And don't worry,
Suzume, we'll work something out to get you the time you need to spend with
your kids, or whatever." She shrugged, initially dismissive, but then
looked suddenly thankful.

   "My only worry now is how far I can max out my credit card in order to
get all of our futures underway, or count on an advance from my next book.
I'll call my agent right away, but we are definitely going shopping, now.
Oh, and by the bye, my first name is James."

   As Chikako translated this last addendum, a mischievous glint suddenly
sparkled in Suzume's eyes and she snatched up her clutch-purse to hold it
to her lips.

   Just as I was wondering what the hell was going on, she snapped it open,
drew out a platinum MasterCard and held it aloft in joyous triumph.

   "Well, well, well, it looks like my sluts' new wardrobe is coming
straight out of Tanaka's expense account." Boy, but did my imagination
start running riot then, looking over my stunning and expectant girls with
newly lascivious eyes.

   THE END

   (C) Dr.  O.  July 2012