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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Monday PM, April 3, 2004

   Story Codes: m/f f FF inc.  (28k)

   Story Intro: In part two, Don and the girls make good their escape but
not without some interesting moments.  After resolving some difficulties
getting the girls approved to immigrate to the States, they have a stopover
in Germany.  Don is finally re-united with his family; he and Jayden resume
their close relationship.



   Escape From the Barbary Coast

   (Part two of two)

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   Author's Note: This is the continuation of "Barbary Coast" posted
February 17, 2001.  To find out how Don got into this situation, I strongly
suggest you read it first.

   This part is a direct continuation of part one of `Escape Form the
Barbary Coast' One of Two.  Enjoy.  Jack



   Since arriving a large number of food vendors have set up close to our
location.  They want to be close to water.  The good thing about it is
hordes of people are milling about, some with pack animals and families. 
My little group moving about will not attract any attention.  We know where
we have to go, it is only a matter of breaking camp and moving on. 
Loshanda quickly prepares a meal with hot sweet tea.  One thing I have
missed is coffee.  Tea has never been one of my favorite drinks.

   Shanessa gathers the utensils from the meal and heads to the stream. 
Loshanda and Sharena are bundling up our sleeping gear as I dismantle our
makeshift tent.  After watering and feeding the mule, we pack him.  It
takes will power not to rush to do it all, but no one will even take notice
if we do everything slowly.  After packing the mule, I take a last look at
the small area we have been using.  Loshanda is moving about a large group
with the hopes of picking up any news of why the guards were here again. 
Shanessa comes to me with a request from a bedraggled looking family of
six. The head of the family has asked her if we are returning and if not
they want to set up their tent.  Graciously, I wave to them and indicate
they are welcome to set up.  After a number of bows of thanks, his rapid
comments have his family unpacking and struggling to set up a real tent.

   Seeing Loshanda approach, I lead the mule to the trail leading south.

   "Master, the news is not good.  Your Master has raised the reward to two
thousand gold pieces, and he will pay if you are alive or dead.  There's no
mention of us."

   "What was the mood of the people?"

   "They are making preparations to enter the holy place; none even
mentioned persuing the reward that will happen after they have fulfilled
the reason for the pilgrimage."

   "How long are the ceremonies?"

   "Usually three days, it can be longer if the crowds are too big to
participate as one group.  Some said this's a very small group."

   That will bode well for my plans.  The bigger the groups the longer it
will take for all to participate.  As we move out of the area, others are
moving south as well, however, their motives are different than ours.  Most
are looking for a place to set up.  There are tents for as far as we can
see.  We are moving slowly, just following.  Twice, a group of horsemen
pass us, each time not bothering to look at a family of four and a mule.

   We are following a caravan of trade goods loaded on a long string of
camels.  We and two other groups follow.  It's hot and the sweat is pouring
off me and running down my body.  The girls are standing up well
considering their size and the terrible heat.  Just before dusk we can see
some buildings of the town.  To my left there is a sight that I thought I
would never see again, the American Flag fluttering in the warm breeze.  We
are close, but I have a feeling that we still have some trials ahead. 
Although the master's guards have appeared to be riding in circles and
since they haven't found us after five days they must surmise that my goal
is the American Embassy.  They'll be watching.  As we get closer to the
town the caravan veers to the east.  This town isn't their destination. 
The two smaller trade groups, with us dutifully following, continue towards
the city.

   Closing in on the distance to the city, what looked like small figures
from a distance, are getting bigger as we get closer.  Many are on horse
back, wearing the colors of my former master.  As I thought, they're
waiting for me.

   "Girls we've to catch up with the group in front of us so we appear to
be part of the same family.  They'll likely question the leader."

   Within minutes, I'm staring at the back end of the last mule of the
smaller trades group we've been following all day.  It consists of about
twenty people, six loaded mules and two camels.  As I thought a group of
riders comes towards us, three are talking to the leader, the rest split
into two groups and ride down each side of the caravan.

   "Girls look down as they pass, don't let them see your faces.  You might
be recognized."

   As they pass us, I'm tightening the ropes on the pack mule.  When I hear
a horse stop opposite us, the hair on my back of my neck stands up, finally
the sound of the horse moving on has my strained nerves relaxing.  Our
group starts moving slowly into the town under the watchful eyes of the
guards.

   We're not out of the woods yet, we must be careful as there must be some
of my master's guards closer to the embassy as well.  Entering the town, we
keep following the small trades group as they're heading towards the large
building hosting the American flag.  My silent prayers have been answered
when the caravan continues towards the embassy.  There must be thirty of my
former master's guards watching our groups every movement.

   The streets are narrow and three times the guards searching for me make
it difficult to move forward, as their horses take up most of the street.
We keep right on the end of the group in front of us, continuing to appear
as part of them.  Finally, I can see two American soldiers standing at what
I assume is the entrance of the embassy.  As we're about to pass we veer
into the entrance of the embassy and are immediately challenged by the
soldiers.

   "Halt, what is your business here?"

   "I am Don Parson, an American; I seek the protection of the embassy for
myself and my wards."

   One has his gun leveled at me; the other is checking what appears to be
a list.  Behind us, a group of horsemen move towards us.  The soldier
guarding me, advises the riders that this is American soil and not to
approach.  The riders halt and watch.

   "You're, Don Parson?  The list shows you, but states you are missing at
sea."

   "We were boarded, plundered and the crew sold into slavery.  Those
riders are looking for me."

   "Well, we knew they were after someone, but didn't know who.  Please
wait."

   Watching him, he moves into a small guard house and speaks into a
telephone and then returns.

   "Proceed into the compound, when you are through the next gate two
marines will tell you what to do next."

   The four of us and my mule proceed into the safety of the inner
compound. I can just imagine what punishment the master's guards will have
for letting me slip through their fingers.  The two marines have guns at
the ready; it would appear I am not home free yet.  To my right a door
opens and a woman dressed in business attire comes forward with a folder in
her hand.

   "Mr.  Parson?"

   "Yes."

   "I am Rikki Alton."

   Rikki Alton is a tall willowy brunet, with styled shoulder length hair.
Her eyes are a very striking feature, sort of a brilliant off-green in
color.  The suit doesn't hide her lovely breasts.  She has full lips coated
with a very exciting shade of red lip gloss.  I can feel an embarrassing
growth in my second head.

   "We will need to confirm who you are since you don't have any
identification, please tell me were you lived in the states, your date of
birth."

   I rhyme off the answers.

   "Your mother's and father's full name, any brothers and sisters?"

   Again I rhyme off the names; she moves closer to me and has a picture in
her hand.

   "Please remove your hood so I can see your face."

   Standing before her, she looks at me then at the picture.

   "You have changed a bit, but I see you still have your grin, even after
your ordeal.  Who have you brought with you?"

   "These young ladies are three sisters, my wards so to speak.  They
belong to me; their mother sold them for two gold pieces.  They're my
servants; I couldn't leave them there for fear of reprisals."

   "Well, you can't own people, so what are we going to do with them?"

   "We aren't going to do anything; I plan on taking them to the States
with me.  I can support them."

   "You can't just take people to the States, there are procedures and they
take time."

   "Well, we'll take the time.  I would love to get cleaned up and so would
the girls.  We have been traveling for over a week and have been
continuesouly sought by my former master's guards; some of them are outside
the compound now."

   "Not anymore, once you were inside the embassy, they realized there's
nothing they can do.  They've already left the city."

   A feeling of relief puts me in better spirits.

   "Please follow me."

   Following Rikki Alton is a pleasure.  Her well shaped bottom fills her
skirt; her flowing nylon clad legs are the first I have seen in nearly two
years, it's good to see western fashions again.  Just like any male, my
tool reacts to the image.  The girls follow me, spellbound by what they're
experiencing.  We're lead to a building off to the right, into what appears
to be small apartments.

   "We don't usually have overnight guests, but until we are sure your
pursuers have given up, you and your charges can stay here.  I am sorry,
but it'll be a bit crowded."

   "It'll be fine, compared to where have been bedding down over the last
week.  Everything western will be a mystery to the girls."

   "There's a shower and we do have plenty of water.  We pump it from the
river and purify it.  I'll be back later.  Do you have any clean clothes?"

   "Yes we do, however, they're all Arab."

   "I'll see what I can do for you; however, the girls will have to wear
their native costumes."

   "I would like to bed my mule; do you have anything here to feed
animals?"

   "We do have a stable, as most of the locals have animals; we keep feed
on hand for their horses when they attend the embassy.  You will find all
you need to bed your animal."

   In the apartment the girls are fascinated by the shower, they watch with
glee as the water pours out of the spout.  There's soap and towels. 
Explaining to them I would like to have them clean before dinner, Loshanda
starts to undress.  Her young body has the usual effect on me.  She's my
last preteen virgin.

   Picking out a stall in the stable, I unpack the mule.  Arrangements will
have to be made to have it taken care of, or sent back to the master.  It's
served me well with no problems on the trek across the dessert.  Grabbing
the bundles that contain the girls clothing and the ones that contain the
cash, I return to our rooms.  What a sight, three naked young girls, their
bodies squeaky clean, stand before me.  They look so beautiful.

   "Girls, please get dressed, as Ms.  Alton will be visiting us soon. 
She'll likely have more questions."

   As they dress, I enjoy my first western shower in over two years.  At
sea, we showered in a cramped stall, this one is full size.  There was no
such thing as a shower while I was at my former Masters.  After completing
my toilet, I wonder if there is a way to call my parents.  Dressed in a
clean robe, the smell of the dessert and smoke gone, I feel human again. 
Hunger also makes it presents felt.  Returning to the girls, they're huddle
together still confused at what has transpired.  There's a knock.

   "Don, it's Rikki, can I come in."

   "Please do."

   She's still dressed in her business attire, I'm guessing she's in her
mid-twenties, likely this's her first diplomatic posting to a nothing
embassy.  My eyes automatically focus to the top of her suit, accented by
her ample breasts.

   "I have found some clothes for you.  If you have money, I will have a
guard escort you to the bazaar tomorrow so you can buy something that will
fit."

   "Money is not a problem, do they take bills or are they on the gold
standard?"

   My comments seem to take her by surprise.

   "I'm confused; didn't you say you were a slave?  How would you have
money?  The bazaar takes both dollars and gold, but I have been told many
in the interior do not trust paper money."

   Her questions about my incarceration as a slave, has me blushing.  A
devastating smile fills her face.  This situation has me feeling
uncomfortable.

   "Yes, I was a slave; however, I was fortunate to receive payment for my
efforts."

   "Just what did your master have you do?"

   The heat of the blush is now spreading over my body.  This is a very
embarrassing line of questions.  Rikki's eyes brighten as she stares at my
robe; my unencumbered shaft is obvious in the tent it is making.

   "You were a stud for your Master?"

   My face changing to various shades of embarrassing red confirms her
statement.  Moving closer to me, she engulfs me with her haunting scent. 
Many of the young ladies I have enjoyed wore scent, but nothing like
Rikki's.  A very strong urge to reach out and mold my body to hers comes
over me, but I control myself.

   "I have heard of such things, but I always thought it was just a dessert
myth.  Were you very successful in your vocation?"

   "Oh, yes.  I would say I was very successful."

   "And you're only sixteen?"

   "Yes."

   "Perhaps we can talk more about this, this evening.  First we've to get
you and your charges fed any preferences?"

   "The girls are very capable of preparing our meals; however, the thought
of a hamburger has filled many of my dreams."

   Loshanda pulls me aside.  She tells me there is much food still left in
our packs, dried fruit and nuts as well other food stuffs, all she needs is
a means of cooking and fresh water.  Passing on her request to Rikki, she
leads Loshanda to a communal kitchen of sorts.

   "Anything else you might need can be found in the bazaar.  As I
mentioned earlier, a soldier will escort you."

   "We have many things from our trip, mostly dates and fruit, but some
different items would be nice.  We would like to get some other foods. 
Loshanda and I will go to the bazaar; her two sisters will stay here.  Will
they be alright?"

   "Yes, no harm will come to them."

   Within minutes, we are following two very impressive marines in full
uniform carrying very massive weapons.  Rikki said the bazaar would fill
all our needs, I am able to purchase, slacks, three t-shirts, socks, shorts
and a pair of Nikes.  It is going to feel funny wearing under shorts again.
Loshanda, haggles with every vendor and manages to get all the supplies
needed to replenish our food stocks for a total of two gold pieces.

   After thanking our escorts, Loshanda and I return to our apartment.  Two
additional cots have arrived giving us all beds to sleep in.  Loshanda and
her sisters prepare our first meal in freedom.  The adrenalin of our trek
is running out, a feeling of extreme fatigue takes over.  This's the first
time in two years I've felt this exhausted.

   "Girls, it's time for bed.  We have much to do tomorrow."

   In seconds after lying down, sleep over takes me.  Sometime during the
night, I wake and feel a body next to me.  It's Loshanda.  Her naked body
is spooned into mine, my very impressive hard on pushing into her soft bum
cheeks.  Sliding my hand over her body, I fondle her growing breasts, her
nipples extremely hard, she acknowledges me with a soft sigh.  Running my
hand down her smooth tummy and over her few vaginal hairs, my finger easily
slips into a very wet pussy.  Her clitoris is not large, but it is very
hard and protruding out of its hood.  She is awake and rolls to her back,
her hand finds my spear pulling.

   "My sisters have had you pleasure them, please Don, it's my turn now."

   My need to ejaculate has been a problem ever since our encounter with
Rikki.  What Loshanda is offering will take care of both of our problems.
Her hair smells of shampoo, her body is warm.  Fingering her pussy and
clitoris, brings her to a very hard climax.  Sliding down her soft body,
the heat coming from her pussy tells me I'm at my goal.  Like her sisters,
her essence is of the finest vintage, young preteen.  My mouth covers her
opening to enjoy her thick creamy juice.  After numerous climaxes, I move
back beside her.  Finally, with my body over her, Loshanda finds my cock
and aims it at her willing opening.  The tip feels seared by her heat as it
enters.  Like her sisters, she's more than willing to become one of my
lovers.  Her hips are pushing upwards against me.  In one bold thrust, her
hymen gives way, my spear buried in heaven.

   When her hymen gave way, her body tensed with the pain.  Now deeply
embedded in her, I remain still enjoying the feeling.  For some reason, a
vision of Jayden fills my mind and the first time we enjoyed sex.  Fucking
Loshanda, my thoughts are of my sister.  I feel closer to her tonight than
in all the time I was enslaved.

   Now back in the present, I enjoy the gift Loshanda has bestowed on me.
Her hips are slamming against me as I bottom out in her body.  When her
body tenses as she climaxes, my built up tension is released by several
surges of hot sperm.  Relief floods my body.  Slipping my shrinking cock
out of her, I roll over on my back beside her, her hand in mine.  Two
shadows in the room surprise me, it is Sharena and Shanessa carrying a bowl
of water and clothes.  They sponge off my cock, rolling back the foreskin
and carefully cleaning.  Sharena takes great care of her sister's swollen
pussy, wiping off the flow of cum seeping out of her.  I'm surprised when
she leans over and kisses her sister's pussy.  It's actually a very
beautiful act of sisterly love.

   Shanessa has my cock in her mouth gently sucking.  That is the last
thing I remember as sleep over takes me.  Waking, the sun is shining; I
find that all four of us are in the same bed.  Shanessa still has her mouth
on my growing stub; Sharena's face is still at her sister's pussy, moisture
on her chin.  My cock grows pushing against Shanessa's mouth, her eyes
open, she smiles and starts sucking.  It isn't long before my hips are
involuntary thrusting in and out.  My cream flows forth causing Shanessa to
swallow rapidly.

   "Shanessa thank you; that is a wonderful way to start the day."

   "I enjoy pleasing you."

   Today is the first day of the rest of my life, a new beginning.  After
our morning meal, I leave to search out Ms.  Alton.  There's much to be
done.  Whatever forms and approvals are needed to get permission for the
girls to come home with me have to be completed.  I also want to telephone
mom and dad if at all possible.

   You won't believe all the red tape I have to go through.  Everybody I
talk too tries to talk me out of taking the girls home.  They use every
excuse and reason in the book.  They won't be able to adapt.  They have
nothing in common with our way of life.  Nothing deters me.  Finally after
filling out what seems like a thousand documents, the requests for asylum
are processed.  The rest is up to the state department.  Ms.  Alton says it
may take up to two weeks before they hear anything.  What a crock of shit.

   Although Rikki shows sympathy to my cause she is still an embassy
employee and is not supposed to make any comments one way or another about
my requests.  I do get one request fulfilled right away; I may call my
parents via a satellite telephone.

   The time difference has me placing a call to home at eleven in the
evening.  After receiving instructions on how to use the telephone, I dial
my home number hoping it hasn't been changed for some reason.

   My heart is in my mouth after dialing, then waiting, listening to static
for what seems hours before hearing the rings.  After three rings, I feel
panicky.  All sorts of things are going through my mind as it rings for the
sixth time; did I dial the right number?  Have my parents moved?  Finally
after the ninth ring, it is answered.

   "Hello"

   It sounds like Jayden, but I want to talk to dad first.  Using a deep
voice I ask.

   "May I speak to Mr.  David Parson?"

   My sister has never had good telephone etiquette, I can hear her holler.

   "Dad, it is for you."

   There is a click as he picks up the extension; I wait to hear Jayden
hang up.

   "Hello, this is David Parson."

   "Hello dad, it is Don."

   "Who is this?  If this is a joke it is in very poor taste.  Don was lost
at sea nearly two years ago."

   "Dad it is me.  We weren't lost at sea, we were sold into slavery.  I
escaped this week."

   "Don?  My Don?"

   "Yes, dad.  I'm in our embassy."

   There's a pause, as the sound of silence has me feeling eerie.  Then I
hear what has to be a sob, dad's crying.

   "Is it really you, Don?  I have been praying that what we heard from the
State Department was incorrect."

   "It's really me Dad; I wanted to talk to you first so you could break
the news to mom and Jayden."

   "When will you be coming home?"

   "Soon Dad, I am arranging passage for myself and my three charges."

   "Charges, what do you mean?"

   "Dad, I've three young girls to take care of.  They're my servants and I
can't leave them here for fear of reprisals.  My owner is not a happy man.
It's a very long story."

   "We will worry about them when you get home Don.  I've to tell your
mother.  Hang on."

   Again, I'm listening to static, and then I hear a scream.  Dad has told
mom.

   "Don, is that you?  Where are you?  Where've you been?  Why didn't you
call?"

   I can hear Dad in the background trying to explain to Mom.  She's so
emotional she isn't thinking.  I can only imagine the shock my family is
going through.

   "Don, your mom is crying, there's no way she can talk right now.  Can we
call you?"

   After giving him instruction on how to reach me, he excuses himself and
hangs up promising to call me within a couple of hours once he gets mom
settled down.  Ms.  Alton allows me to keep the telephone until my parents
return the call.  She also advises me that everything is in motion to get
me back to the states.

   "And my girls too, I won't leave without them."

   "We're working on it."

   Talking to my parents for the first time in two years has shaken me.  I
wasn't sure of the response, knowing it would be a shock to them after all
the time that has past.  It is three hours later when the telephone rings.

   "Hello."

   "Oh, Don it is really you.  I still can't believe it.  I'm shaking."

   "It is me, mom, I've been a slave for nearly two years and just escaped.
I've a lot to tell you.  I thought of you every day."

   "Don, I'm so happy, I can't hold the tears back.  Here, talk to Jayden.
She can't believe it's you."

   "Hello, Don?"

   "Oh Jayden, I'm so happy to hear your voice.  I thought of you so many
times and what we're doing."

   "Me too, I've missed it so much.  I thought about getting a boyfriend,
but didn't.  I kept praying for you."

   "I hope to be home soon."

   "Dad said something about three young girls."

   "Yes, I've three young girls with me.  I bought them from their mother.
You've no idea how things work here."

   "Did you do something with them?"

   "Yes."

   "All three of them?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you really miss me?"

   "More than you'll ever know."

   "I'm glad, when do you think you will be coming home?"

   "Once I get the approval for the girls, we'll be on our way."

   "Here is Dad."

   "Don, is there anything I can do to help?"

   "If you know anyone in the State Department, call them.  The girls are
nine, ten and eleven, no threat to the country.  They're on their own. 
Their mother took off after I bought them.  They never knew their father."

   "I've a friend that may be able to help.  Can we call you at this number
again?"

   "I think so, it's a satellite telephone, but I may have to return your
calls."

   Time goes very slow at the embassy, unlike at the compound.  There I had
assignments to complete or could enjoy the bazaar.  Ms.  Alton still
doesn't want me to leave the embassy without an armed escort for fear my
prior owner still has agents moving about looking for an opportunity to
recapture me.  That's one situation that I'll do anything to avoid.  In my
apartment, the girls try to help by teasing me with their bodies.  They
take turns keeping my sexual needs fulfilled.  Every time I've sex with
one, the others are sitting on the bed watching.

   The routine gets boring, not my time with the girls, but the waiting for
clearance.  One thing I do is count the bills I bought.  Some are obviously
very old; others are of the current vintage.  If my calculations are
correct and all the bills are still valid there's over three hundred
thousand dollars.  I still get the feeling they're counterfeit even though
it appears the serial numbers are different.  Who in this world wouldn't
know the value of the American Dollar?

   Loshanda returned the pouch with the gold pieces and jewelry.  With
nothing better to do, I have counted the jewels and gold pieces I managed
to horde and was given by my library friend.  I've one hundred and nineteen
jewels of various sizes and eight hundred and thirteen pieces of gold.  We
are still spending some of the gold to replenish our food supplies.  The
embassy is providing meals, but the girls will take time adjusting to
western tastes.

   After speaking to Rikki and answering more questions about what I did
for my master, she invites me to join her for dinner in her apartment. 
It'll certainly be a welcome diversion.  Everytime she questions me, I
notice her eyes drifting to my crotch, which in turn gives me a raging
hardon.  She's a very beautiful woman.  I have yet to see her in the
company of any of the men in the embassy after hours.  Considering that
she's the only female here, it has me wondering.  Maybe she's gay.

   After making sure the girls have been taken care of, I'm at her door
three minutes before six.  One knock and she opens the door.  Rikki's
wearing a native robe of a pure white material.  Even the oversized costume
can't cover the sexy curves of her body.  She's wearing a haunting scent
that brings on my hardon.

   "Come in, Don.  I hope you don't mind the robe.  I purchased it at the
bazaar months ago, but never had an opportunity to wear it."

   "You don't date?"

   "It's taboo to date the staff and I never leave the compound unless I've
too."

   This woman is going to waste.  What a stupid rule.  She leads me to what
serves as a kitchen with a small table and two chairs.  Soft music is
playing in the background.  I don't know how she managed it, but two steaks
are sizzling on a hibachi.  There're some greens of unknown names to make a
salad.

   I savor every mouthful of steak, making the taste last as long as
possible.  The salad isn't bad.  After dinner, Rikki serves a very potent
cup of coffee.

   "Don, can I ask you something personal?"

   "Certainly."

   "Did you enjoy what you did for the last two years?"

   "Truthfully, I did enjoy all the young girls and women, but not the
circumstances."

   "How often were you called upon?"

   "At least four or five times a week, sometimes more."

   "And you were always able to perform?"

   "Always."

   Rikki is fidgeting, like she's uncomfortable.  She isn't wearing a bra
as her nipples are very obvious pushing against her robe.  It reminds me of
my hardon pushing against my slacks.  She has a haunting beauty.  We're
sitting side by side on a settee, close enough to reach out and touch.  I
want to do more than touch.  Rikki looks at me then licks her lips, her
lip-gloss glows.

   "You look very appealing in that robe, Rikki."

   "Sexier than the girls you enjoyed?"

   "Very much so."

   "Oh thank you, Don.  It's been a long time since someone complimented
me."

   "Then the marines must be blind or on strict orders not to say
anything."

   "The latter, there's to be no fraternization between the embassy staff
and the military.  They're very strict about it.  I could loose my
posting."

   "How about with teenagers, just returning from two years in the desert?"

   "There're no rules."

   Not sure where this is going, I move closer to her.  Rikki still hasn't
decided what she wants me to do.  She's actually shaking with anticipation
or excitement; at least I hope it's one of the two.

   "Don, this's really bold of me, but can I ask you something?"

   "Sure."

   "I don't know how to say this, but I would like to see what made all
those girls and women happy.  How did they find out about your endowment?"

   "I was stripped naked when they sold me as were three others boys.  I
was sold for the highest price ever at the auction."

   Standing before her, I lower my zipper.  Her eyes are enlarging as she
stares at the opening, but my cock is still covered by my shorts.  I can't
believe I'm doing this.  Now I'm not the largest in the world, but what
happened for some unknown reason; the girth of my tool increased.  I'm only
about six and a half inches in length, but my girth has to be nearly five
inches as well.  Rikki's eyes are open wide.  She is really into studying
my shorts encased cock.  Slowly undoing my belt, my pants fall in a pile at
my ankles.  Her eyes are burning my shorts.  Lowering my shorts, my tool is
standing out from my body in its full glory, foreskin drawn back far enough
to see my slit dripping precum.  Rikki licks her lips.

   "Impressive, it's been over a year since I have done anything like
this."

   She stands, undoes a clasp on her robe and lets it slide off her
shoulders, confirming she isn't wearing a bra.  Her breasts are full and
firm.  Her nipples are large and protruding.  They're a very dark rosy
color contrasting with her nearly white skin.  Her tummy is flat with a
very interesting belly button.  She has a full bush neatly trimmed,
shielding her love lips.  I'm sure her lovely bush is damp and not from
water.  After a few quick movements, I've divested myself of my clothing
and close the distance between us.

   My arms are around her upper body, Rikki hands are on my cock.  They're
soft and warm, exploring my shaft then cupping my balls.  One hand
encircles my cock and starts caressing me.  Not to be outdone, I target her
nipples, leaning over kissing each one.  She smells so good.  Rikki is
softly moaning.  With one nipple in my mouth, I enjoy touching her very
moist pussy.  When my finger finds her exposed clitoris, her knees nearly
give out.

   "Bedroom?"

   Rikki points to a doorway, taking her hand we stumble towards it.  Her
bed is turned down, she must have been hoping something was going to
happen; at least my ego wants to think that.  We fall onto the bed.  Our
first kiss is memorable.  Her lips are soft, her tongue very tasty.  We
stay glued together for what seems a long time.  Rikki's eyes are closed
and she's breathing heavily.  Kissing both nipples, I continue to enjoy her
offerings.  She squirms wildly when I tongue her belly button.  Sitting up,
I just stare at her puffy pussy.  This close I can see her clitoris
extending from its' hood.  Her love lips are full.  What gets me is her
sexual scent.  It's exquisite and intoxicating.  I can't believe someone
isn't enjoying Rikki regularly.  Persuading her to spread her legs exposes
a beautiful pair of minor labia.  They extend nearly an inch from her love
lips.  Moisture glistens.  Covering her opening with my mouth, I suck like
a vacuum, rewarded with a mouthful of her essences.  Sucking her clitoris,
has her bottom bouncing on the bed, her soft moans getting louder.  When
she cums her ankles cross over my back and she squeezes.  The pressure of
her inner thighs on my head intensifies.  After three additional climaxes
the pressure relaxes, her legs fall to my sides.

   "I can't believe what happened."

   "Didn't you like it?"

   "Are you kidding?  I've never had anyone do that to me.  I can't believe
how I feel right now."

   "I've had a lot of practice making women happy."

   Rikki reaches down and grabs my ears pulling me up beside her.  Her
fabulous lips are kissing me her tongue searching my face for traces of
herself.  I can feel her rearranging her body, trying to position me to
take her.  Moving between her legs, she watches as my shaft lines up to her
pussy.  Her eyes are like saucers, and then they close as she surrenders
her body to me.  My cock slides easily into her, but I've to admit she
feels as tight as some of the young virgins I've recently enjoyed.

   Like with all the girls that honored me with their bodies, I take my
time with Rikki to ensure she enjoys additional vaginal climaxes.  One
thing I had to learn is self control.  It wouldn't be prudent to get my
jollies before the young ladies that were assigned to me.  It's was a small
sacrifice that boded well for me, by making sure each was satisfied kept me
in the lap of luxury and out of the fields.  The way her fingernails dig
into my back, I'm sure there will permanent scars to confirm she did cum.
After her third one, there's no other option but to let my searing cum
spews deep into her.

   Lifting myself from her body, I enjoy watching a mixture of my cream and
her juice slowly seep from her slowly shrinking opening.  She is fantastic
between her legs.  Rikki's body should be honored often, it's such a waste.

   "It's been far too long Don, I feel so good."

   "It's my pleasure."

   Over the next four days, we wait for clearance for the girls.  Twice
more officials try to talk me out of bringing the girls home with me. 
Twice I told them in no uncertain terms that was not an option.  The girls
would have no life here, even if they were not turned over to my master. 
None of them would likely see their fourteenth birthday if left on their
own.

   Then on Thursday something happened to change all the negative crap they
had been feeding me, Rikki hands me my new passport and advises that
tentative approvals have come through for the girls, subject to confirmed
sponsorship from my parents.  Three sets of documents, one for each of the
girls were also included.  It'll be interesting to find out how they will
determine the girls birthdays, or even last names, but that can wait until
we are in the states.  Two days later all hurdles have been cleared and
we're approved to leave.  Dad's friend apparently played a large part in
removing the red tape.

   We're to leave the embassy Monday morning.  One of my concerns is how to
get the gold pieces and the jewelry I had purchased through the airport
without having it questioned.  Rikki has the solution.  Somehow she had
arranged to have my luggage stamped and tagged with diplomatic symbols,
thus allowing it to be loaded on the plane without scrutiny.

   During another escorted trip to the bazaar I manage to purchase two beat
up suitcases.  Packing all my worldly possessions took some doing, but I
manage.  My hoard of cash is tightly bundled and shrink wrapped in plastic,
compliments of Rikki, not once did she question where it came from,
however, I removed three thousand dollars for whatever comes up.  It made a
hellva wad of bills considering most of them are twenties.  I'm hoping to
purchase the girls a wardrobe if possible.

   Sunday evening after the girls have been fed, bathed and were in bed, I
enjoyed my last night in Rikki's arms.  The surprise she has for me is a
shaved pussy.  Confirming she has very thick love lips, and a clitoris that
is made for sucking.  It's nearly six in the morning when I return to my
apartment and the girls.

   The closest airport is twenty miles down the coast; our plane departs at
five in the afternoon.  It'll fly us to Germany where we'll be met by more
diplomats and have a two day layover.

   The plane itself causes the girls anxiety, but when we're buckled in the
look on their faces is total terror.  Loshanda sits beside me, with Sharena
and Shanessa in front of us.  When the engines are started and then the
roar of them building up power prior to takeoff, they look at me with total
fear in their bright eyes.  I continually consol them and tell them not to
be afraid.  I don't think I am much comfort to them.  When the brakes are
finally released and we are pushed back in our seats because of the
G-Forces they're in total panic.

   Once we're in the air and other passengers start talking and moving
about they allow themselves to start breathing again.  Looking out the
windows they are in total awe of being above the clouds.  This is a total
new experience for them.  What're they going to think of the hustle and
bustle of the U.  S.?

   In Germany we're met by console officials as well as a hoard of media.
It seems that some kind asshole thought this would be a great human
interest story, about a former slave, an American citizen, assisting three
sisters to safety.  The girls are bewildered at all the attention and
flashes, cameras are everywhere.  The media has many questions to which I
just smile and wave.  Fortunately a waiting car whisks us away to the
safety of our embassy.

   Our liaison is another young lady, a Ms.  Wood.  She's a tall redhead,
with long willowy legs, small breasts and a smile to end all smiles.  She
reminds me of Jayden with her slight body.

   "Mr.  Parson, I am Jean Wood.  I didn't believe the story about you and
the girls, but here you are.  I'm to help you as much as possible before
your flight home."

   "Ms.  Wood, what I would like to do is to get the girls a wardrobe of
western clothes.  They stand out in the native garb.  Is there anyway you
can help manage it without all the attention?"

   "Please call me Jean."

   "Okay"

   "You mean the press; your story is on all the news services.  There is a
front page story in the local newspaper."

   "The girls are frightened and confused with all this attention.  It's
their first exposure to anything western."

   "I think I can help.  Can you have the girls ready by twelve?"

   "Yes, what do you have in mind?"

   Jean leads me down a corridor to a door, opening it; it leads to a gate
on the back of the embassy.  There is a uniformed soldier standing at
guard.

   "Frank, this is Don Parson; I will be taking him and the girls shopping.
Will you assist him to my car when I drive up?"

   "Not a problem, Ms.  Wood."

   "I have an old Volkswagen; once you and the girls are inside we should
be able to leave the area without attracting attention.  I've called a
friend of mine who knows the manager of a major department store; he will
arrange to have a clerk see to your needs with as little fan fair as
possible.  If everything goes well we should be in and out before the news
hounds know you've left the embassy."

   "We'll be ready."

   We're assigned rooms and I instruct the girls to shower.  They still
have no concept of time, as clocks were not part of their lives.  In the
room, they all strip, looking at me, smiling.  It really didn't take them
long to realize the power of their bodies on me.  After my time with Jean,
my needs are increasing, but I don't want anything to interfere with the
girls getting a new wardrobe, fresh cum seeping down their legs may be
questioned.  I'll have to wait.

   We are waiting at the gate at the assigned time, then a beat-up car
pulls up and I see Jean.  The gate is quickly opened and we're rushed out,
the girls in the back with me in the front.  Driving past the front of the
embassy, there're still a large number of news crews standing around.  This
is something I never expected.

   The department story is large with underground parking.  Jean negotiates
the parking levels with ease and finally backs up to a door on the third
floor.  Once out, Jean knocks on the door, which opens and we are welcomed
by a young lady.

   "Don, this is Eva, she will take care of the girls."

   "Mr.  Parson, I read about your story in the newspaper.  What can I do
for you?"

   "Please prepare a wardrobe for the girls, with at least four changes of
clothing and a set of luggage for each of them.  They need everything as
they have nothing western at all.  I will be paying cash."

   "How much time have do we have?"

   She looks at Jean, who in turns tells her four hours.  What am I going
to do for the four hours?  After assuring the girls it's okay to go with
Eva, I watch them get into an elevator to be whisked deep into the
building. This has to be their first time to ride an elevator.

   "Eva will take care of everything.  She will have them looking like very
sexy young girls.  This store carries all the current fashions."

   "And what are we going to do for the next four hours?"

   Jean has a very provoking smile on her face and walks back to the car.

   "My apartment is only ten minutes from here, we can wait there."

   Considering my picture is in the local papers, that is a good idea.  The
last thing I need is to be chased by overzealous news hounds.

   Jean's apartment is small by western standards, but is bright and
cheery. She offers me a coffee.  With both of us looking at each other, she
tells me she is a friend of Rikki's, again the provocative smile.

   "She mentioned she enjoyed her time with you."

   Jean slides over towards me, her scent triggers my need.  Attempting to
hide my growing erection doesn't work.  Her face is four inches from mine.
Leaning over, our lips meet; her mouth is soft and warm.  Her arms slip
around my neck, pulling me towards her and knocking me off balance.  We
fall onto the couch with me on top of her.

   As thin as she is, her body is soft against mine.  With her on her back
I nuzzle her neck and kiss and nibble, then enjoy one of her ear lobes. 
Her moaning tells me I hit a sensitive spot.

   Two buttons of her blouse are undone, exposing a very elegant white lace
bra.  From my angle, the impressions of her nipples are evident in the
small cups.  Jean catches me staring, smiles and wiggles to stand up and
guides me to her bedroom.  Everything in the room is a light shade of
green. The large window provides more than enough light to properly
appreciate her.  Watching her undo the balance of her blouse buttons has me
undressing as well.  Down to my shorts, I notice she has stopped and is
watching my every move.  My cock doesn't disappoint as it is tenting my
shorts.  It's evident that she and Rikki talked a lot.  Not to keep her in
suspense any longer, my shorts fall to the floor.  Jean lets out a slight
gasp as her eyes devour my tool.

   Jean's breasts are small, nipples big and hard.  Her stomach is flat.  I
watch intently as she removes her white micro thong; how that small bit of
cloth covers anything is a challenge for engineering.  There isn't a trace
of hair on her love lips.  They are thin when compared to Rikki's, but her
minor labium extends a good inch and a half for one hellva an erotic
effect. Moving to her we embrace and end up falling onto the bed.  After
French kissing, my mouth finds her nipples, sucking one then the other. 
They must be super sensitive as her body squirms with pleasure.  Jean's
treat is the taste of her pussy.  I can actually suck all of her minor
labia into my mouth and with it what seems like a continuous flow of her
essences.  While sucking, my hands explore her taut small bum and a very
tight anal opening.  Jean's body shudders numerous times as my mouth brings
her to the brink and over.

   Moving above her I feel her hands on my tool, softly examining me.

   "Rikki told me you were thick, I can't wait."

   She doesn't wait long; her own lubrication assists me slipping deep into
her.  As I enter her heaven Jean exhales a large volume of air.  With every
stroke she continues to whisper in my ear.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh."

   As I feel the urge to cum taking over, I can't help but wonder why Jean
and Rikki are not being satisfied and enjoyed regularly.  Both are
beautiful and I'm honored that they would even consider the likes of me. 
Strings of hot sperm enter her unprotected pussy.  My production of sperm
hasn't subsided and there is no doubt that every little wiggler will be
striving to reach her ovaries.

   We lay cuddled for nearly an hour before she untangles her body leaving
me to shower.  She returns still naked, drying her hair, her pussy exposed,
now puffy from the exercise.  She is a very striking woman.  Her pose
reminds me so much of Jayden.  I wonder if her breasts have developed.

   "If you like Don, you can shower."

   The ride to the department store is subdued.  I'm still in the glow of
her luscious body and what she allowed me to enjoy.  Just as we enter the
parking lot she grabs my hand and squeezes.  Soon we're at the same door
where the girls disappeared.  After two sharp knocks the door opens and I'm
flabbergasted.  The vision in front of me has my tool hard in an instant,
considering what just transpired with Jean.  The girls are now wearing low
rider jeans that look like they are painted to their supple bodies.  I'm
sure I can see both Loshanda and Sharena's camel toes outlined in the
material.  The cropped t-shirts show a lot of beautiful dark skin.  All are
wearing training bras, clearly outlined in the T-shirts.  The Nikes set off
the outfits.

   Then I notice their hair.  They have been to a hair dresser, as all are
sporting very sexy hair cuts.  There're piles of bags to be loaded into the
small car, not to mention all the luggage, three identical sets, each has a
different color.  Eva comes forward with a bill.

   "I hope you find what I picked out satisfactory.  They are beautiful
girls that really enjoyed shopping once they realized what they were buying
was for them."

   Jean helped the girls load the baggage as I pay the invoice, it is in
Euros, but Eva had it converted to dollars.  That makes a big hole in the
funds.  Thanking Eva for her assistance and giving her a two hundred dollar
tip, we return to the embassy.  The car is packed; I have two large pieces
of luggage on my lap, and can't see out the window.  All three girls try to
talk and explain how they enjoyed shopping.

   "Don, my sisters and I don't know how to thank you for all these new
clothes and the luggage.  Is this what all the girls in America wear?"

   "I haven't been there for two years, but I suppose so, what do you say,
Jean?"

   "Yes, all the young girls seem to like those low rider jeans.  I see
that Eva matched all the girl's tops.  They look very sexy."

   At the embassy we sneak in the same door we used when leaving.  The same
guard helps us with all the packages and luggage.  He seems to be enjoying
the intrigue.  Back in our room, I instruct Loshanda to empty all the bags
and pack everything in their suitcases.  With any luck at all we will be
flying to the states tomorrow.

   With everything that has happened, it is difficult getting to sleep. 
Then there is a click of the adjoining door opening.  The weight of three
small figures are on my bed, lifting the blankets, the girls join me
cuddling.  Two sets of hands are on my cock.  Loshanda is French kissing
me. My hand finds her soft moist pussy.  Finally sleep does over take me.

   The sound of knocking has me wake in a panic.  For a few seconds my mind
was at a loss to my location.  Finally realizing where we are, I signal for
the girls to be quiet and return to their room.  I watch as three naked
preteens leave my bed.

   "Who is it?"

   "Jean, you have to be ready to leave in one hour, your tickets have been
arranged for a flight to the States at noon.  I will take us twenty minutes
to drive to the airport if we can avoid the news people that are still
camped out in front of the Embassy."

   "Okay, I will wake the girls and get them ready to travel."

   Since everything is ready, all we had to do is dress and pack the few
things we had left out.  The girls are ready in record time, all dressed in
their new cloths.  I had to help them with their hair.  A comb and hair
brushes are new utensils for them.  Moving the luggage into my room we
wait. My bags are still with the diplomatic seals.  With luck they will be
loaded without fanfare.  We hear a knock.

   "Mr.  Parson, we have to leave now."

   It is a male voice.  Opening the door, I am facing a very large man in a
business suit.  He quickly grabs several pieces of luggage and asks us to
follow him.  The girls and I gather what is left and follow him into the
courtyard to a large van.  It has embassy markings on the side.

   "We will get you out without the press realizing what is happening.  We
use this van for pickups and deliveries.  It's moving about most of the
time.  We're hoping it doesn't draw a second look.  You and the girls stay
in the back out of sight until we leave the area."

   Arranging the luggage so no one can see in, I leave myself a little
peephole.  There're actually more news trucks in the front of the embassy
than yesterday.

   At the airport, we're rushed to the check-in and given our boarding
passes.  It seems the Embassy staff has taken care of everything.  Once in
the boarding area, we're whisked onto the plane and into first class
section, watching out of the window I see our luggage whip by in a wagon to
be loaded into the bowels of the plane.  Twenty minutes later the balance
of the passengers are boarded.  Fortunately, no one seems to be the least
bit interested in us.  There's a day old New York paper in the news rack.
The story of the girls and I are on the front page.  There's only a picture
of me from a two year old school year book.  It was a shitty picture then
and it is even worse now.  Luckily, there's very little resemblance of what
I look like currently, darkly tanned and a hellva lot bigger.

   Who ever wrote the article took advantage of literary license
embellishing the few details that have been put forward.  The lead-in about
the piracy is something else; giving me details of happenings I had never
seen or heard of considering I was there.  My hope is that the press is not
aware of our getaway and we land without any fanfare.

   "Mr.  Parson."

   "Yes."

   The flight attendant hands me a note and walks away, she apparently
hadn't heard of my adventure.  My dad has tried to contact me at the
embassy after we left.  It's just to advise me they will be at the airport
when we land.  It seems the press has been all over him as well.

   The girls are still in awe and a bit of frightened as the plane takes
off and climb into the sky.  They never take their eyes away from the
window; I think they feel that we will drop out of the sky at any moment. I
can only imagine what is going through their minds, everything is new and
scary.  With all that has happened I'm as excited and apprehensive as the
girls.  One of my hopes is the girls can adjust to a life they could never
imagine.

   The pinging of the `Fasten Your Seat Belt' notice wakens me.  I didn't
think sleep would ever come.  Making sure the girls are secure, I fasten my
belt and watch the plane descend from the clouds towards the earth.  As the
landscape gets bigger, the view reveals houses, power lines, factories and
then the runways.  Loshanda is squeezing my hand in a death grip as the
tires hit the tarmac.  We taxi to a debarkation area and watch as crews
move the ramp to the plane.  The snap of seat belts being released fills
the plane.  People are moving towards the door.  We are the last in line.
Finally, we are off the plane and walking down the corridor.  Our papers
are accepted at customs with little fanfare.  One officer actually says
`Welcome home, Don.' He must have read the news reports.

   Once through customs, I scan the crowd for mom and dad.  Then I see
them.

   "Don!  Don, over here."

   It is dad's bull voice; there is no need of speakers when he wants to
get your attention.  I keep looking for Jayden, as I remember her.  She
doesn't appear to be with them.  Disappointed, I walk towards Dad.  A young
woman standing next to my mom gets my attention.

   She is a willowy brunette, with a body that men would kill for.  Her
hair frames her face; her lips are full and glow with an appealing coat of
lip gloss.  Her breasts are obvious, not robust, but very appealing.  Then
it hits me, it is Jayden.  She is a woman now.  Just looking at her has my
second head reacting.

   "Don."

   There're tears in mom's eyes as she hugs me.  Dad is patting me on the
back trying to hold back his tears as well.  Jayden stands back watching
mom and dad, her eyes glistening with moisture.  Finally, I'm able to break
loose of mom's grip and hug dad then look at Jayden.

   Wow.  What a change, from a featureless sister to a knockout in less
than two years.  Walking towards her, she moves to me, and we hug.  Her new
breasts are pushing my chest; my hardon is at her crotch.  She feels me and
then moves her hips back and forth against me.  When we kiss she gives me
her tongue.  This is what I have been missing; with all the girls I have
had the pleasure of enjoying, my sister is my first love.

   "Jayden, you're even more beautiful.  What happened?"

   "I guess I grew up.  I'm glad you like the changes."

   "I can't believe the changes."

   Hugging her again, I whisper.

   "Jayden, I will always love you."

   "I love you too, Don."

   With that she shoves her hip against my raging hardon, and then moves
away from me.  Mom moves beside me and grabs my hand.  All this time the
girls are in awe watching my greeting.

   "Mom, Dad and Jayden, I want you to meet my wards, Loshanda, Sharena and
Shanessa."

   This is the part of our reunion I have been fretting over since I talked
to dad from the embassy.  Will they accept my three girls?  Mom looks at
them then breaks out in a smile.

   "Don, they are so beautiful, you did the right thing to bring them home
with you."

   "Girls, welcome to our family."

   Mom gives each girl a hug and a kiss, leaving them wondering.  Mom and
Jayden lead the girls out of the airport while dad and I locate the
luggage. My luggage still carries the diplomatic markings, everything is
intact.

   Dad's old station wagon is fully loaded; the three girls are in the back
row, Jayden and I in the second.  During the trip, Jayden has her hand on
my hip and inner thigh, so close.  My hand is on her inner thigh, I can
feel the heat coming from between her legs.  The trip home brings back all
kinds of memories, at times during my capture, I wondered if I would ever
see them again.  Tears come to my eyes as we turn into the driveway.

   Jayden leans over and wipes my tears, then kisses my cheek.  She smells
so good.  She smiles and whispers.

   "Later, Don?"

   I nod my head.  After unloading the luggage, it's piled in the living
room.  My girls are spellbound, never have they seen a home like this
before.  From a mud hut, to my quarters then to this, a house in a suburb
of a city in the United States; hell, I seriously doubt they even knew of
the United States.

   "Girls, follow me and I will show you your rooms."

   They look at me and I give them the okay.  They follow mom.

   "Don, you are going to tell me all about those girls."

   "It is a long story, dad."

   Grabbing as much of the girl's luggage as I can carry I follow mom. 
Someone has done a lot of work in a very short time converting a junk room
to an airy colorful bedroom containing three beds and a wall lined with
bureaus and a walk-in closet.  The best thing is that it adjoins my
bedroom. For years it was a junk room and every spring mom would say we
should have a garage sale to get rid of the junk.  This year obviously
someone finally did.

   The girls look in wonderment at the layout.  All the beds sport large
fuzzy teddy bears with floppy ears.

   "This's your room girls, Don will be next door.  The bathroom is down
the hall."

   Everything is like a mystery too them.

   "Are you girl's hungry?  I have a lunch ready.  If you would like to get
freshened up first we will be in the kitchen."

   After explaining what mom meant to Loshanda she explains to her sisters
and they disappear into the bathroom.  Piling the luggage at the foot of
the beds, I follow the entourage to the kitchen.  Mom has buns, cold cuts,
cheese and a number of soft drinks ready.  Much of this is new to the
girls. Their introduction to things American will be a new discovery every
day for years.

   Before lunch, I grab my baggage and haul it to my room.  As soon as I
open the door Jayden appears, tears in her eyes.  She is in my arms, I just
melt.  She feels so good, so familiar, like coming home.  We kiss and kiss
again while grinding into each others crotches.  I would love to fuck her
right now.

   "Oh Jayden, I dreamed of you every day.  I want you so much."

   "And you will have me as soon as possible.  What about your girls?"

   "They are used to me enjoying other women."

   Jayden eyes explode into the size of saucers.

   "That is what they had me do while I was a slave Jayden, impregnate
women and girls."

   She's in my arms again kissing me; I can taste the salt of her tears. 
My hand on her bum confirms Jayden has really filled out.  Where no breasts
were before, is a set of very beautiful protrusions.

   "You're mine now Don, I wish we were alone."

   "So do I."

   She looks at my raging hardon and reaches down to cresses me.  She
surprises me by lowering my zipper and grasping my cock.  The look on her
face tells of her surprise at the changes she is now handling.

   "What has happened, Don?"

   "Like you, there's been a slight change."

   "Slight hell, you're big."

   On her knees she examines the new me.  The length hasn't changed much
just the girth, she seem pleased.  She leans over and kisses the tip, my
knees go weak and I nearly loose it.

   "I better leave you alone, mom will be wondering what is going on."

   "Hope to see you tonight."

   "You will."

   Grabbing a bundle of the bills, I open it and find some of the older
ones.  I am still curious if they are legal tender.  Dad should know.  In
the kitchen, I pass them to him.

   "Dad, are these legal American dollar bills?"

   He closely examines them, holding them to the light, he seems excited.
Getting up he ruffles through a drawer and returns with a magnifying glass.
He studies each one.

   "Where did you get these?"

   "In a bazaar, are they worth anything?"

   "They look authentic; they should be worth something, well above their
face value to collectors.  They are in perfect shape.  Someone must have
really taken care of them.  Do you have more?"

   Dad doesn't know the reason for my smile as I recall the bills sitting
in the corner of that little shop.  It must have been the dryness that
preserved them, nothing to do with tender loving care.

   "I have over a hundred of them."

   "Where would you get a hundred of these bills?"

   "I bought a suitcase full of bills in a bazaar; paper money was of no
value."

   "Your kidding, I thought the dollar was accepted everywhere."

   "Not there."

   "I'll take a few of these bills to a collector I know and he will tell
us if they are worth anything.  They are legal tender for their face value,
but I think they are worth much more."

   The girls gingerly taste all the strange food stuffs mom has put before
them, mother is hovering over them like the proverbial mother hen.  That
alone takes a load off my mind.  I wasn't sure how they would be accepted.
Jayden is looking at me with pleading eyes; she doesn't know how much I
want to be with her as well.  Dad continually questions me about what
happened and what they had me doing.  I skirt around the stud issue and
tell him about all the activity in the compound, about me grooming horses
etc.  That keeps him satisfied for the moment.

   After lunch, Jayden offers to take the girls upstairs and help them
unpack.  Mom says dinner will be served at six.  After dinner I will
present my family with the gifts I managed to bring back.  I know Jayden
will be excited.

   "Son, with all this activity you must be tired.  Why don't you go and
lay down, your room is ready for you."

   The excitement of being home has been a drain on me, but what I really
want is Jayden.  I watch as she leaves the room, her bottom fills her
slacks, with a very deep crack evident between her cheeks.  Before, her
jeans just hung from her body, things have changed for the better in the
almost two years I have been away.

   My energy is waning, now that we're home; it feels like the air has left
my balloon.  I have been on high alert since our escape and this is the
first time the feeling of being secure lets me put my guard down.

   "Mom, dad, I think I will a shower and lay down until dinner.  It has
been a mad couple of weeks for me."

   "I will call you just before dinner."

   It feels good to be in our family shower.  Slipping into a pair of
shorts, I sprawl out on the bed.  I can feel more tension leave my body.  I
haven't felt this relaxed for weeks.  A clicking noise alerts me that
someone is coming.  Jayden is opening the adjoining door from her room. 
She gingerly locks my door and the door to the girl's room.  I watch as she
wiggles out of her of her jeans and T-shirt, she is wearing a matching bra
and micro thong.  I bet mom doesn't know about them.  Her body is all
alluring curves, a far cry from her former broom stick body.

   "Don, I missed you so, I just want to lay with you again.  We don't have
to do anything."

   "Jayden, you were on my mind all the time."

   "All the time?  The girls told me they all surrendered their cherries to
you.  I can't believe you fucked a nine year old."

   "Well, you were eleven when we first fucked."

   "And now I am thirteen and want to fuck my brother again."

   For the next ten minutes we squirm together trying to get the maximum
body contact.  When we stop, my hand is quickly at her thong feeling. 
Jayden now has an interesting matt of very fine hair framing her pussy. 
Her clitoris is hard and extends from its hood, a vast improvement since
the last time when it was a small pimple.  She sighs and takes a deep
breath as she climaxes.  She really did miss me.  Opening her eyes, her
hands pushes against me putting me onto my back.  Sitting up her hands are
at my tenting shorts, pushing them down and exposing my cock.

   "What happened to you?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You have to be twice as thick as before.  I love it."

   I watch as she rolls down my foreskin, something she has enjoyed from
day one.  Of course with the larger girth, my slit is larger as well,
currently seeping semi clear precum.  Jayden's warm tongue flicks out and
captures it.  She stretches her mouth wide to encompass the head.  Now this
feels good.

   Shifting my body Jayden doesn't let go of her prize.  I'm now facing her
beautiful moist slit.  Her scent and taste have my mind reeling.  With my
mouth on her clitoris she pushes her pubes into my face for more contact.
My cock is twitching.

   "I have to feel you in me."

   "But mom will be calling us for dinner."

   "I don't care, it has been too long, you are so big and I want to see
how you feel in me right now!"

   With very little effort, my cock slips into heaven.  Jayden's arms are
around my neck as she pulls me into her body.  After a few practice pumps
we are both lost.  Now in earnest, we are fucking.  I want to feel her body
tremble as she climaxes before my load fills her willing opening.  My sperm
is very adapted at finding its goal, as has been proven time and again
while a captive.  Jayden eyes open as I stop thrusting.  Somehow, she is
reading my mind.

   "It is okay, I am on the pill."

   The stupid look on my face asks how she managed that.

   "My periods were all over the wall, after the first month, it would
start in three weeks, the next time it was six weeks, the doctor put me on
the pill to be regular."

   Closing my eyes my pumping continues, Jayden is moaning softly in my
ear, and then it happens.  Sperm pours out of me in very strong strings,
deep into my sister.  Relief overtakes me.  It has been a very long time
since I enjoyed this feeling of bliss.  Jayden as a love partner has had
that ability from day one.

   "Don, dinner is ready in five minutes."

   Mom is rattling the door, finding it locked we can hear her walk down
the hall to the girls room, repeating herself.

   "We have to get cleaned up for dinner."

   "I am glad we did it.  I really missed you bro."

   She gives me a kiss and stands.  Cum is seeping from her puffy pussy, a
beautiful sight.  She leaves me to clean up.  A quick trip to the wash room
makes sure nothing of my romp with Jayden is evident.  Gathering my gifts
for the family, I rush downstairs.  Jayden is already seated and gives me a
very sincere smile.

   The girls are all along one side of the table, mom and dad have the ends
and Jayden is at my side.  When I sit her hand covers mine and squeezes. 
The meal goes well; the girls make me proud of them.  After dinner mom
serves us coffee.

   "Mom, dad and Jayden, before I escaped I managed to buy a few gifts.  I
hope you like them."

   The first gift was for dad, the knife and sheath, next a brooch for mom,
finally a ring and earrings of gold and jewels for Jayden.  Her eyes light
up like flares.  Mom is feeling her gift, her fingers sensing every
engraving.

   "Weren't you a slave?  How did you come by money to purchase these
beautiful gifts?  This is real gold isn't it?"

   "Yes, mom.  It is.  Do you like it?"

   "It's beautiful."

   Mom seem so wrapped up in the beauty of the brooch she doesn't seem to
notice I neglected to answer her questions.  Jayden leans over and kisses
me on the lips, her ring is a little loose, but that will be fitted in a
few days, and the earrings dangle sexily from her beautiful ears.

   "The girls at school will go wild when they see these, are they real
jewels?"

   "Very real, they look like they were made for you."

   We all help clean up the kitchen; offering to do more, mom insists we
just relax.  Dad is still looking at the dagger, admiring the delicate work
that went into making it.  He slips it out of the case and slides it back
in.

   "I don't understand, how could a slave afford anything as glamorous as
this dagger?"

   "Well dad, it is not stolen; everything I brought back is paid for. 
Just believe me; I did a good job for my master, he and many of his friends
compensated me for a job well done."

   "What kind of job did you do to earn that type of money?  What really
happened to my friend and his boat?"

   The story of how we were attacked, captured and sold has him satisfied
as he tries to imagine what we went through.  It takes his mind off what I
really don't want to get into at this time.

   The girls are so exhausted they never even try the adjoining door. 
Jayden sleeps in my arms after receiving her second helping of my willing
sperm.  Over the next two weeks, it is an adjustment.  The newspapers kept
calling and inquiring if I had come home.  The pat answer was I was having
problems at the state department.

   During this time, I try to make up all the time I missed with Jayden. 
Her pussy is always seeping my spent cum.  The girls seemed satisfied with
my mother's attention.  She takes them on numerous shopping trips and to
see all the sights of the city.  Not once has she questioned me about the
girls.  Everyday, their vocabulary and English improves.  Getting them into
school in the fall will be interesting.

   One night after dinner, dad called me into his study.

   "Don, those bills you gave me, how many do you actually have of that
vintage?"

   "Around two hundred, I think.  Why?"

   "My friend is willing to buy all of them from you for a good price.  He
has made some inquiries and knows of four collectors that will buy all of
them."

   "So they are real?"

   "Yes they are, and they are worth a lot more than their face value."

   "I will pack them and you can take them tomorrow.  What about the other
bills?"

   "What about the other bills?"

   "What other bills?"

   Recalling I have never mentioned anything about the horde of other
bills, I leave to retrieve them.  Dad watches as the stacks grow in front
of him, his mouth drops open.

   "How much is this?"

   "Close to three hundred thousand if I counted correctly."

   Dad makes a whooshing sound.  Picking up one pile he shuffles through it
looking at the faces on the bills.  While he is viewing the bills, I drop
the three leather pouches on the table.  He looks at me and at the pouches.

   "What is in those?"

   "Some more items I was given."

   Picking up the one closest to him, he shakes it feeling the movement of
the jewels, then pours them in a nut dish mom always has on this table. 
Their various colors glitter in the light; I truthfully have no idea what
they are.

   "Are those real?"

   "I don't know, I think so.  I just kept saving them.  The one pouch an
old man I befriended gave me."

   "Why would he do that?"

   "He was very old and our master freed him.  He told me he had no family
and wanted me to have them.  He figured out I was planning an escape.  He
was my friend."

   "If they are real there must be a fortune laying here.  What is in the
other pouches?"

   Loosing the draw strings, I dump both on top of the pile in the dish,
more gems of varying sizes sparkle in the light.  Dad makes his whooshing
sound again.

   "Tomorrow, we can take a few to a jeweler in the Mall and see if he
confirms they are real.  I will take the older bills to my friend and get a
figure from him for what he will pay for them.  The others will have to go
into a safety deposit box.  No bank will accept them as one deposit; there
are just too many bills."

   After gathering up my treasures, I retire to my bedroom.  A quick trip
to the shower has me in bed, thinking of what it is to be an American. 
There is a flash of light as the adjoining door opens and Jayden wearing
only her new jewelry enters the room.  It is hard to believe the changes
that have taken place in my sister.  She has changed from a shapeless
string bean to a remarkable woman at thirteen.  Her smile is radiant as she
strikes a pose for me.  Her long legs are slightly parted giving me a
partial view of her heaven.  As she walks to the bed, I lower the covers
welcoming her.  She has become a very welcome lover every night since I
returned.

   Days turn into weeks, weeks into months and finally months into a year.
The girls have become mom's life, she has taken them under her wing, has
them in school, tutoring them every night so they may catch up to their age
group in school.  Actually, they no longer look to me for sex as their time
is so taken up learning about their new country.  Mom and dad have
petitioned the state court to adopt them.

   My life couldn't be better.  I have an accelerated course at school to
make up for the two years I missed.  All the studies curtail my social
life; fortunately, my sister never lets me down.



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