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 My Three Brides

   PART 9

   The girls had a long white dress down to the ankles.  They hadn't gone
through the temple ordinances, to they didn't have the special underwear.
They wore only white panties, and Sarah had a white bra.  Their dress was
held together by ties.  Over it was a white robe.  It was so light it was
almost see through.  The dresses weren't much thicker, but at least their
underwear couldn't be seen thought it.  They had a green apron to wear
around their waist.  They had a white veil that was tied over the head,
covering the face.

   Stan was taken into a special dressing room.  He was to wear a special
white shirt with a white neck tie.  He had white pants.  Over it he wore a
white gown like a tunic over it, reaching down to the knees.  He was given
a green apron to wear around his waist, and he was crowned with a bouffant
type hat on his head.  It had a gold band around it.  On it, embroidered in
scarlet threads, was the name of the lord.  Suspended by gold chords, he
wore a blue-colored breast plate.  On it were representatives of various
jewels.

   When it was time to start, Patrick led him out into the ceremony room.
The room had chairs arranged around on three sides.  The fourth side was
open.  On that side was a mural that depicted Adam and Eve, though naked,
they were discreetly covered by trees and bushes.  Standing there with them
was a depiction of the gods, father and son.  Patrick stood with his back
to the mural facing the congregation.

   In the middle of the room was a table covered with a white covering. 
The whole thing looked like an altar to Stan.  On two sides of it were
placed padded cushions.

   Patrick started, "Brother Stanley has come to us today to take a bride.
Is she here?"

   "Yes," Ada said.

   Then Ada led Sarah into the room.

   Patrick directed Stan to escort Sarah over to one side of the
table/alter then he took a position on the opposite side from her.  Both
were to kneel facing each other.

   Patrick spoke, "I want to welcome all our church members here to help
celebrate the wedding of Stanley and Sarah."

   "Stanley and Sarah, if you will have your attention fixed on me, during
the ceremony." He started the service.  "Please take each other's right
hand in the Elder's grip.  Then look at me."

   Once they were looking at him, Patrick continued on, "Brother Stanley,
do you take sister Sarah by her hand and receive her onto yourself to be
your lawfully wedded wife for all time, and eternity, with a covenant and
promise that you will observe and keep all the laws, rites, and ordinances
pertaining to his holy order of matrimony, in the new and everlasting
covenant, and this you do in the presence of god, and the angels, and these
witnesses, of your own free will and choice?"

   "Yes," said Stan.

   Patrick turned his attention to Sarah and said, "Sister Sarah, do you
take Brother Stanley by his hand and give yourself to him to be his
lawfully wedded wife and receive him to be your lawfully wedded husband for
all time, and eternity, with a covenant and promise that you will observe
and keep all the laws, rites, and ordinances pertaining to his holy order
of matrimony, in the new and everlasting covenant, and this you do in the
presence of god, and the angels, and these witnesses, of your own free will
and choice?"

   "Yes," said Sarah.

   Patrick said, "By virtue of the priesthood and authority vested in me, I
pronounce you Stanley and Sarah, husband and wife, legally and lawfully
wedded for all time and eternity.  I seal upon you the blessings of the
holy resurrection, with power to come forth in the morning of the first
resurrection clothed in glory immortality and eternal lives.  I seal upon
you the blessings of kingdoms, thrones, principalities, powers, dominions,
and exaltations, with all the blessings of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and I
say onto you be fruitful, multiply, replenish the earth that you may have
joy and rejoicing in your posterity in the day of the lord.  All these
blessings together with all other blessings appertaining unto the new and
everlasting covenant, I seal upon you through your faithfulness by virtue
of the priesthood, in the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost,
amen."

   The church member in attendance said, "Amen."

   Patrick spoke again.  "Now that we have sealed Stanley and Sarah
together, Stanley is wishing to take a plural wife.  We have her here?"

   "Yes," Ada said.  She brought out Rachel.

   Patrick addressed his comments to Sarah.  "Sarah, as the first wife of
Stanley, do you give your permission for him to take an additional wife?"

   "Yes," Sarah said.

   Stan went over and escorted Rachel to where Sarah had been only a minute
before.  Sarah took a seat in the first row facing the alter perpendicular
to it facing Patrick.  He then went through the whole questioning that he
had done with Sarah, only this time substituting Rachel's name in place of
Sarah.  There was one other change, in place of legal and lawful wife,
Patrick substituted the words spiritual wife.  Since Rachel would not be
legally married to him.

   Once Patrick had finished with that, he said, "Brother Stanley, you will
take another bride this day?"

   "Yes," Stan said.

   "She is here?" Patrick asked.

   "Yes," Ada said, then brought out Becky.

   Patrick had Stan escort Becky to where the other wives had been.  Rachel
took a seat next to Sarah.

   Again Patrick looked at Sarah, she rose to face him, "Sarah, as the
first wife of Stanley, do you give your permission for him to take an
additional wife?"

   "Yes," she said.

   Patrick then went through the whole questioning that he had done with
Rachel, only this time substituting Rebecca's name in place of Rachel. 
When Patrick had finished with the vows and blessings he came over and
shook Stan's hand.  Ada came out and collected the girls, she led them back
into the dressing room, where they exchanged their wedding garments for the
white dresses they had brought for the evening.

   Stan was led back into the men's dressing room, where he took off his
wedding garments, and put on a shirt and tie with a coat.  While he was
changing, Patrick had gone out and brought back Ben.  Ben signed the
wedding license as the witness, Patrick signed as the officiant.  Stan and
Sarah had already signed it.  Patrick would file that along with the
judge's order, giving the state's permission for Sarah to marry.  That was
it.  Stan was a married man, a thrice married man.

   Patrick led Stan into the multipurpose room.  It had been adorned with
streamers and decorations.  There were bouquet of flowers around the room.
There were tables and chairs.  Each table had a center piece.  Stan was
there looking at the room, when his brides came in.  They were there a
minute to take it all in.  Then Bart took them all into another room that
was set up with the appropriate backgrounds.

   He began to take the photos they had agreed on.  There were ones with
Stan and each of his brides in different poses.  Then there were shots of
Stan will all three brides.  Then there were a few of just the brides
together.

   When the posed photos were finished, they went into the reception to
greet their guests.  Stan asked Bart about the decorations.  He said "It's
the normal decorations, we take them down and store them.  They will be
used again at the next wedding."

   Stan could see the flowers were fresh.  It was a present from stake
President Kimball, for all Jerry had done and now Stan was doing for the
church.  They considered him to have been a very noble person to step in
and take care of the Christensen sisters.  It relieved them of the burden.

   When they all entered they were given a round of applause.  Then Stan
announced, "There was something we didn't get to do during the ceremony,
and we'd like to do it."

   One by one he placed the wedding rings on each of the girls wedding
finger.  "I Stanley Costello take you...  as my bride." He repeated that
three times once with each girl, saying her name as he said, "take you as
my bride." After he said that, Stan and his bride shared a kiss.  He did
that for all three of them.

   As he had given each bride a ring.  The three of them said their names
in sequence, followed by together saying, "Stanley Costello, we take you as
our husband." As they said that, they together slipped the ring on his
finger.

   Off on a table Stan spied a boombox.  The girls had all picked a song.
Ben turned it on and announced the song was Sarah's choice for her first
dance.  When they finished they were given a hand.  Then Rachel's song was
played.  After their dance, again a hand was given to the bride and groom.
Finally, it was Becky's turn.  It was something with Stan leaning over to
dance with Becky.  She also got a hand.

   The next to get a hand was Lisa and Marie as they presented the wedding
cake.  It was a large base with three levels above it.  To top it off,
instead of a bride and groom standing there, it was a groom and three
brides around him.

   Bart took pictures first of Sarah feeding Stan a piece of the wedding
cake.  There sometimes was the prank of smashing the cake into each other's
faces, but Sarah was warned against that, because then her sister-wives
would do the same, and would make a mess, and set a bad tone for the night.

   The guests were all seated at their circular tables, while Stan and his
wives were seated at a table in front facing them.  Glasses were filled by
waiters with sparkling apple cider.  Ben as the witness, gave a toast to
the groom and his brides.  Everyone raised their glasses to drink to the
new young ladies Costello.

   The next order of business was opening the wedding presents.  Stan let
the girls do that.  Each in turn starting with Sarah and then ending with
Becky.  They would read out the card as to whom it was from, then open it.
It ended up mostly being small kitchen items.

   But there was one last gift that was just a card.  Stan was the one to
open that.  It was from the Cartwights, Woolleys and Mortensens, Stan's
employees at the motel.  It was a gift card, for something already bought,
but they couldn't bring it to the wedding as gifts.  It was a new washer
and drier.

   That having been done, the boombox was back on and there was a dance
floor open.  Stan and his brides began to circulate among the guests.  Ben
was there with his three wives.  Joe was there with both of his.  Bart was
there, but he was busy taking photos.  His three wives mingled on their
own.

   Sheriff Romney was there with his three wives.  With the sheriff was
Judge Beam.  It was known that he had four wives.  One of them looked very
young.  There was another young girl with them, too.

   Most of the men were in their 40s to 50s.  Judge Beam was almost 60. 
The wives were all in their mid 20s, at least up to some of the oldest,
like Elisabeth Cartwright in her 50s.

   As they mingled Sarah found herself talking to a couple of girls.  One
of which she knew, Ruth Beam.  She was only a year ahead of her in school.
Normally, no one would have anything to do with a Christensen sister, but
being as she was one of the brides, Ruth couldn't walk away when Sarah
approached.

   Sarah spoke first, "Welcome, Ruth, but I'm a little surprised that your
dad would bring you." She said to Ruth Beam.

   "Actually, it was her dad who wanted me to come," she said, pointing to
Abigail Beam.

   "Why would her dad want you to come?" Sarah asked Ruth.

   "He wanted me to come and tag along with Abigail.  But, the real reason
I think is that he wants me to see that it's normal for a girl to marry an
older man," Ruth said.

   "Who are you going to marry?" Sarah asked Ruth.

   "Amos Romney."

   "She's going to marry your dad?" she asked Abigail.

   "Yeah, I mean I did it.  I married her dad."

   "Wow, how long have you been married?" Sarah asked Abigail.

   "Three years," she said.

   "But you're only eighteen, right?"

   "Yeah," she answered.

   "They wanted to swap daughters.  My dad wanted me to marry Amos at the
same time, but I got him to hold off until this summer."

   "That is something.  If you do marry Amos then, at least I won't be the
only girl in the high school who is married," Sarah said.

   "There's nothing to that.  I was in high school when I was married to
Roy.  I bet you didn't know that," Abigail said.

   "No I didn't," Sarah admitted.

   "You'd be surprised how many girls are married at the high school.  It
just isn't talked about.  We won't be saying anything about you being
married.  You can't say anything about Ruth or me."

   "Oh no I wouldn't do that, I promise," Sarah said.

   "It is one thing to be in high school and married, but, your sisters
have it worse.  I mean they're still in elementary school.  You know how
kids love to talk and they can't keep secrets.  They'll have to be very
careful." Abigail cautioned.

   Ruth asked, "Did Inga Cartwright, teach you about sex, I mean sex, with
your husband?"

   "No, I knew all that from sex ed class we had last year."

   "Then I'm sure she is `teaching' your sisters," Ruth said.  With air
quotes for teaching.

   "How do you know about such things?" Sarah asked.

   "This is between the three of us, you can't breath a word of this to
anybody.  Three years ago when our dads wanted to marry each other's
daughter, Inga was to teach me about sex.  I was eleven and hadn't had sex
ed class, so she was to teach me about it.  Boy, did she teach me."

   "What do you mean?" Sarah asked.

   "Well she explained all about sex, the parts, their names, how they
works, and all that.  Plus she has this rubber dildo, she had me watch her
use it on herself, both in her pussy and how to suck off a dick.  Then she
showed me what sister-wives can do."

   "What is that?" Sarah asked.

   "You don't know?" Abigail questioned her.

   "Know what?" Sarah asked still puzzled.

   "If your husband has more then two wives, there will be times when one
wife isn't going to be getting his attention.  So the thing is the
sister-wife can give to her what she needs.  I will tell you it is common
between sister-wives.  You get your sister to give you the attention you
need," Abigail said.

   "What do you mean?" Sarah said, not comprehending.

   "You get your sister-wife to go down on you.  Get her to eat your pussy.
I would never say this to my dad, but a girl can eat another girl better
than any guy," Ruth said.

   "It's true," Abigail added.  "My husband would never go down on me, but
all three of the others, Agnes, Victoria and Hanna, all will eat me. 
Agnes, as the oldest, let me tell you, is the best.  In your case, I would
say it is better to learn from an older woman."

   "So with what you were saying about Inga, she has licked your pussy?"
she asked Ruth.

   "And how!  She is good.  She taught me real good." With a little laugh,
Ruth continued, "But when I finished eighth-grade she stopped.  She only
goes a couple of years on both sides of her grade."

   "What do you mean?" Sarah asked.

   "Inga likes them from fourth-grade to eight-grade.  After that, they
sort of age out of her liking."

   "Wow, I never knew that."

   "Listen you can't say anything about this to anyone.  Not your sisters,
or your husband, nobody.  You don't want to spoil a good time for a girl to
learn about these things.  It's stuff we all need when you have
sister-wives."

   "Too bad I didn't know this before this year," Sarah said.

   Abigail told her, "It's never too late.  Inga might not be into you
because you're in high school now, but there are other older women who
could take you on."

   "What about you, or both of you?" Sarah asked Abigail.

   Abigail looked at Ruth, who didn't look horrified at that idea, so she
said, "I don't think we'd turn you down.  But it would be better if you
were with an older woman first." Just then Agnes Beam walked up to them. 
She began to rub Abigail's arms, "We need to be going soon.  You how know
how weddings get to Roy, and plural marriages even more so.  He is wanting
Hanna and Vicky tonight."

   Abigail spoke to her, "You know, if he keeps doing that, he's gonna have
a heart attack."

   "Well until that happens we should put our time to good use." She looked
at Ruth, "Come on dear little step-daughter, you have to come too.  If you
want, you can join in too." She turned her gaze to Sarah, "Congratulations
on your wedding.  Your husband must be quite a man to take on three young
wives at once."

   "Aggie, we were talking, I was telling her about how sister-wives, can
take care of each other," Abigail said.  "Oh you were?" Agnes said raising
her eyebrows.

   "She has two sister-wives and she'd like to know about it."

   "Oh she would, would she?" Agnes looking more intently at Sarah.  "Oh
Sarah dear, those things on your face are all gone.  It makes you so much
prettier."

   "Thanks," Sarah said giving her a smile.

   "Come on now, Abbie, Ruth, we need to go.  Besides, Sarah here has a big
night ahead of her."

   "Listen Aggie, I was trying to tell you, Sarah is interested in what
sister-wives do when their husband is busy elsewhere.  She has never tried
it yet.  I was telling her that it is always best to learn from an older
woman.  You're about the best I've known," Abigail told her.

   "What do you mean ABOUT the best?  All the women you've been with and
I'm ABOUT the best?" Agnes said mockingly incensed.

   "Oh alright, I admit it, you've the best I've ever been with.  Do you
think maybe some time you could teach Sarah a few things?"

   "Well, lil sis, I wouldn't teach her a few things.  Maybe she'd like it
if I taught her a lot of things.  I think she would like that, you sure
did. And you too daughter dear," she said with a grin towards Ruth.  "We'll
have to arrange some time together, Sarah, I hope you would look forward to
that as much as I would."

   "I would," Sarah said.

   Then each of her departing guests gave her a hug.  Agnes even gave a
kiss on her ear with a lick to it.  "I'll be waiting for the day when I can
lick your little pussy," she said.

   Rachel was hanging with Stan.  They walked around with their arms around
each other's waist.  She truly felt she was his partner.  As they
circulated, Stan and Rachel started talking to Ruben.

   "Hey Ruben, glad you could make it," Stan said extending his hand to
shake Ruben's.

   "I wouldn't have missed it for the world.  How often does a guy get
hitched three times inside a half hour?  That is a sight to see." "So,
where's your misses?"

   "They send their regrets that they couldn't make it.  They were telling
me that there was some minor problem around the house that needed their
attention.  They felt they could take care of it better without me under
foot.  They needed the time together to get whatever they do together,
done. They are very good wives, they are so cooperative with each other.  I
hope you and your sisters can cooperate like my Alice and Judith."

   "I guess we get along OK," Rachel said.  They were her sisters, and
she'd lived with them her whole life.

   "So I hear tell you are going on a honeymoon?" Ruben said.

   "Yes, we will leave tomorrow after church," Rachel said.

   "How long will you be gone?"

   Stan answered, "About a week or so.  The girls are out of school, unless
something comes up at the shop that John can't handle, which I doubt, he
should be OK without me for a while."

   "A week should give me enough time to finish work on your place.  Boy
marrying three girls all at once, I can see why you would need three
bathrooms."

   "Ruben, will you paint the room's colors, not just all white or
something?" Rachel asked.

   "Yeah, Stan gave me the colors.  Which room will be yours?"

   "You know the hallway, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Mine is the last one on the left."

   "OK?"

   "But can you do this, paint it more than one color?"

   "What are you wanting?"

   "Can you go with some kind of red, not real bright red like a fire
engine, but something more of a pastel kind of red, maybe with a little bit
of purple?"

   "We can do that."

   "Can you start with that and above it, kind of orange and then higher up
kind of yellow, sort of all those colors but kind of muted, so it isn't so
bright?"

   "You are wanting a very special kind of paint job.  That kind of work
takes time.  You want her to have that?  It's gonna cost more.  I will have
one guy on it and it would probably take all day to do, at least.  You want
that Stan?"

   "Yeah, sure, go for it, why not?"

   Rachel jumped up on him to kiss him.  "Thanks Stan."

   "You're welcome.  Anything else?" Stan asked her.

   "Umm, can you make the ceiling blue?"

   "What kind of blue?" Ruben asked, since she was being so particular
about the colors.

   "Like a sky blue?  And can you put like white parts on it too, like
clouds?" "You're gonna have yourself like a canyon with the sky above?"
Ruben asked.

   "Yeah, can you do that?" She asked.

   "I think so.  You cool with that, Stan?" Ruben asked Stan.

   "Alright.  You know how it is, happy wife, happy life," Stan said.

   "Ain't that the truth," Ruben agreed.  "I submitted the plans to the
county for your shower area.  I should have approval back from them about
the time we finish the house."

   "Good, by then I should have heard back from the bank on the
construction loan.  Isabel Woolley is around here someplace.  I can ask her
if they have the loan all approved by the time I get back.  Then we can
move ahead on it," Stan said.

   Becky was spotted by Inga, who approached her.  "Congratulations on your
wedding, my dear," she said as she put her arm around her shoulders.  "So,
what are your plans now?"

   "Stan said he was going to take us on a honeymoon."

   "Oh, that's so nice of him," Inga said as she started to walk, leading
Becky by her shoulders.  "So, where are you going to go?" "To Las Vegas."

   "Well now, won't that be exciting?  I take it you've never been there?"

   "No, we never got to leave Pine Martin County."

   "Well, that will really be exciting for you.  He is taking all your
sisters, too?"

   "Yeah, all of us."

   "That's fair.  He married all of you at once, so you should all go
together.  But still, it would be nice for you if you had Stan all to
yourself, don't you think?" Inga said.

   Becky looked around.  Inga had walked her over to the coat room.  "Let's
step in here a minute.  If you had him all to yourself, you could enjoy
things more, don't you think?"

   "Yeah, I guess," Becky said.

   "You know that you can always have fun with me," Inga said as she
reached down and put her hand up Becky's dress.  In a flash, she was
rubbing the girl's pussy through her panties.  It was only a few strokes
before she reached up and pulled her panties part way down her legs.  Inga
could now give her fingers an unobstructed pussy to masturbate.  She rubbed
her clit some.  Then she tried using her finger.  She was able to get it
all the way into the girl.

   She leaned over and kissed her.  As she did, she was able to send a
second finger up into the eight-year-old's pussy.  She broke off her kiss
long enough to say, "Do me!" Inga had reached down and pulled up her dress
and the slip under it.  She put Becky's hand down on her freshly shaved
pussy.  It was easy to get there because Inga left her underwear at home,
on purpose.  She was hoping to get some time with the new bride, maybe
brides, if she could get to Rachel too.  But, if not, Becky was her main
target.

   Inga swapped tongues while they finger-fucked each other.  Inga was
already primed, and it didn't take her long to get her cookies.  Becky was
taking a little longer.

   Since they were in the back of the coat room, not where anyone could
easily see them.  Inga dropped to her knees.  She lifted Becky's dress
enough to get her mouth under there.  She proceeded to lick the girl's
pussy.  It was running up and down the hairless little slit.  She forced
her tongue between the lips and could taste the stream of love start to
flow.  Inga lapped at it, sucking it up like a Hoover.  She moved up, but
she kept up the suction.  Only now all that suction was on her clit, but
the little stream was not forgotten.  Inga sent a couple of fingers back to
wade into the stream.  She pumped those fingers in the girl like it was the
last time she would have the girl.  Maybe it would be, hopefully not.  Her
fingers were busy, and her tongue worked along with her lips.  They sucked
and her tongue licked.  Together they brought the newlywed to a nice little
orgasm.

   Inga got off her knees after licking up all of the stream that flowed
from Becky.  She couldn't have the girl running around with wet panties on.
Inga poked her head out and looked both ways.  They slipped out when no one
was looking their way.

   The reception was winding down, the guests leaving, everyone had church
in the morning.  The girls helped carry the gifts out to the car.  At least
the drive home was short.  Then there was lugging everything in.

   They needed to get their nice white dresses off.  They all wanted to be
in the bathroom at the same time.

   "Look, girls, we are all married, there is no need to crowd in here. 
One or more of you can change in the bedroom," Stan told them.

   Rachel was the first in there.  She wasn't too shy about taking off her
dress.  She looked around to see where she would hang it up.  She ended up
getting a hanger from the closet.  All the while she was doing that, she
was wearing only a small pair of white panties.  Once she got that hung up
and pulled her PJs on.  The other two came out of the bathroom with their
nightgowns on.  Stan had dropped his clothes and was in only his shorts.

   Stan said, "It's late.  We have church in the morning, then we will
leave for Las Vegas.  So there isn't much time for the normal things that
happen on a wedding night for the bride and groom, especially since there
are three brides here.  Now we have the king sized bad, and the queen
pushed up next to it.  So that should give us plenty of room for the four
of us.  This is how we are going to do this.  Since only two of you can
sleep by my sides, one will have to sleep on the other side of a sister
next to me.  Becky, that person is you.  Now here is how we are going to do
this.  I will spend a little time with each of you.  Becky, because you
won't be sleeping next to me, but next to Rachel, you will be first.  Then
Sarah, while I'm with her, Becky, you will trade places with Rachel, and
she will be last.  Everyone capire?"

   He got a chorus of "Yes, sir."

   With everyone in position, Stan leaned over to kiss his bride.  Becky
turned her lips up to him.  Stan gave her a gentle kiss, which she
returned. Stan started her slowly.  He was building up to the passion he
was going to be giving to her.  She was responding.  He used his tongue to
explore her mouth.  She had opened wide and allowed him to do so.  That
continued for a while, but Becky wasn't going to just lie there passive and
let Stan do all the work.  She responded by using her tongue, pushing back
into his mouth.

   He was just getting her motor running when the alarm on his watch went
off saying it was time to change.  He rolled over to Sarah.  He could feel
the bed moving as Becky moved and Rachel moved over to take her place. 
Meanwhile, Sarah was waiting with bated breath.

   When Stan planted the first kiss on her, she threw her arms around him
and held him in a near head lock.  She wasn't just aggressive with her
arms, she was mashing her lips on his.  She was forcing her tongue into his
mouth.  He surrendered and let her have her way with him.  She was checking
his mouth for cavities.  She had been putting that time in the garage to
good use.  She had learned to kiss well, and she was giving it all she
could.  She wanted to be the best one.  She wanted him to always come to
her when he wanted sex.  But, still in the back of her mind, she knew about
sister-wives and what they can do.  She wasn't sure she would want to be
doing anything with her little sisters.  But the thought of being with
Agnes Beam got her excited.  She was pouring that excitement into her
husband.  What a wonderful thing to think, a husband, her husband, not
quite only hers, but close enough.  She needed him.  She was pushing
against him like she would do with Pluto.  She humped against him.  It was
good.  But Pluto never had that bulge she could feel in Stan's shorts.

   Just as it was getting good, that damn alarm went off and her half hour
was over.  She needed that explosion of feelings she could get from Pluto,
but it wasn't going to happen tonight.  He made her roll off of him, after
she mounted him when they began to kiss.

   He turned over to his last bride of the night.  Rachel was ready.  She
had been waiting for the last hour waiting her turn.  He began with gentle
kisses to her lips.  She accepted them, but it didn't seem to be lighting
her fire like Stan thought it would or should.  He moved to an old stand
by. Girls always liked it.  He began to kiss her neck.  That was the ticket
he could tell when he could feel her shiver.  He was all over her neck.  He
moved on to her ears and gave it attention, too.  Not only was he kissing
it, he had his tongue tracing the pattern of her ear.

   He would blow a warm gentle breeze into them.  He was nibbling on the
lobes.  What was good for one was good for the other.  To get at that ear
he had to get over.  She spread her legs so he could be between.  He was on
his knee and elbows as he lie over her.  She liked what he was doing so
much with her ears and neck.  She wanted so much more of it she was cooing,
showing her excitement.

   Stan reached down and undid the top button on her PJs so he could get at
her shoulders.  He was placing kisses all over the place, interspersed with
his kisses were lots of licks.  She was cooing so much from what he was
doing, Becky could hear her, she felt jealous.  Stan didn't make her do
that.  Rachel was loving what he was doing when the alarm went off.  Her
time was up.  There wasn't going to be another person.  Stan was good in a
sense, he wasn't sure how much more he could do.  Not only was he tired,
but he had been giving the girls his loving attention.  He hadn't done what
he would normally do and bring the girls off.  Not to mention he hadn't cum
either, he hadn't even got his tool out to let it get into action.  Well,
he had the rest of his life.  No one was going to be taking these girls
away from him.  They were his to keep for ever and ever, if their religion
was right.  If that wasn't enough, he had the right to take other wives. 
The thought was intriguing.  Would he want more girls like Becky?  With
those thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.

   The alarm went off in the morning and it was time to get up.  Sarah knew
her job, she went out to the kitchen and began to get breakfast for the
four of them going.  Rachel was setting the table.  Stan went into the
bathroom to get a shower.  They hadn't started work on it yet, as they
needed at least one working shower in the house before the other bathrooms
were done.  While he was in Becky came in.  She said that she needed to go
to the toilet.  Stan told her to go ahead, just don't flush the toilet
while he was in the shower.

   She finished about the same time as him.  He stepped out of the shower
and reached for the towel.  His first impulse was to cover himself.  But
this was his wife, no need to be modest.  Becky got her first look a real
penis.  She liked it.  Stan didn't see much of her, as she was able to get
her panties back up under her nightgown without exposing herself.

   He walked from the bathroom to the bedroom naked and finishing drying
off.  Becky ran ahead of him and grabbed her clothes and ran back to the
bathroom to dress.

   Stan dressed and went out to the kitchen.  He was pleased with what he
saw.  Not only was breakfast being prepared, but his wives were working as
a team.  There was no bickering or back talk.  Sarah gave directions, and
Rachel followed them.  At times, Rachel was anticipating her and had the
next step ready.

   He sat down at the table, Becky joined him.  The food was done, the
older girls served it then sat down.  The new order was Stan at the head of
the table, Sarah sat at the other end.  Becky and Rachel between them. 
After eating, Sarah and Rachel went to dress.

   Stan wasn't in a hurry to get to the church.  They arrived just before
the start.  Stan started to slip in the back as usual.  But what was
different was the girls were there to join him.  The usher stopped the
girls, telling them they were to go to the children's church.  But stake
president Kimball whispered something to him.  He allowed the girls into
the sanctuary with Stan.  The speaker, talked about marriage, talking about
the benefits of plural marriage.  President Kimball had arranged the topic
and it's timing, with Stan, and that is why the girls were to be there. 
Because of their age was the reason for their timing of their arrival at
the church.

   There were many of the congregation that didn't know Stan had married
the girls.  The word was put around that Stan was now the guardian for the
girls.  That was true, their marriage was not known to many outside of
those at the wedding.  They knew not to speak about it.

   But, Stan and the girls were a small center of attention.  Everyone
wanted to congratulate Stan on taking them in, and that their new last name
was Costello.  The congregation was more prone to giving them a new start.
The hatred they held towards Ananias and the name of Christensen was gone.

   After the service they were led back into the multipurpose room, it was
set up with tables and chairs but there was a long table filled with food.
The church was putting on a pot-luck lunch for the Costellos.  That was the
reason they came later then normal.  Stan had been tipped off by President
Kimball.  The girls didn't know anything about it.  They were very
surprised by the whole thing.  They were never treated with any kindness by
the church.

   To most of the church they were celebrating the Christensen girls
becoming the Costello girls.  There were only the few families that knew
about the marriage.  The Costellos were given warm welcomes, something the
girls had never gotten.  While they were circulating, Sarah went out to the
car and brought in the little pouches that Elisabeth had given her and her
sisters.  She discreetly gave them back to her.

   They ate their fill.  President Kimball led them into a side room. 
While the girls were mingling, Stan had gone out to the car and brought in
the clothes they would wear to start their honeymoon.  The girls were
taught to be modest around men.

   There was hesitation to change clothes in front of Stan.  He said to
them, "Come on we need to get dressed we got a long road ahead of us." He
looked especially at Rachel and Sarah.  "We are married, we can change in
front of each other." Stan was dropping his pants and putting on a pair of
jeans.  The two older brides watched intently.  Becky was getting dressed.
She had already seen Stan fresh out of the shower, she wasn't shy about
stripping down to her panties, she pulled on her pants, then her shirt. 
Rachel followed and was soon in her panties and pulled her shirt over her
head before she put her pants on.  She figured at least she had panties,
and he couldn't see much.  Sarah was in her bra and panties, soon she
couldn't do like Rachel because she had two things to cover.  She needn't
have worried, as Stan wasn't watching.  Soon they were all dressed.  They
took the clothes they had worn to church and put them in the small bag
President Kimball left for them.  Before they left Stan asked President
Kimball to speak to Ruben about when they delivered the washer and drier,
to have them hooked up.

   They emerged heading for their car.  The congregation threw rice, at
them.  Joel Larson asked his wife, "Why throw rice?  He just adopted them,
right?  It isn't like he married them or something."

   The girls piled in the car, and they were off.  Sarah asked, "You know
how to get there?"

   "It's easy," Stan said.  "We just take the south road out of town and
just keep going.  Eventually we'll get there.  But it's gonna be a long
drive."

   They had things to do for the trip.  Rachel had a book, Becky had a
coloring book and her crayons.  Sarah watched Stan drive, and asked
questions about why he did this or that and about the car generally.  When
she was with her parents she never got to sit up front.  Riding around in
the town was always quick, there never was much time to observe his
driving.

   They were gone about an hour when they came to a rest stop.  Stan told
them, "Alright everyone out, bathroom time.  This is the last pit stop
before we get to Las Vegas.  I don't want to hear any `I got to go to the
bathroom.' there aren't any more bathrooms for the next several hours."
Having done their business, they set off again.

   It was a long drive until he reached the outskirts of the city.  He got
off the road and pulled into a strip mall.  It was all outlet stores.

   "Why we stopping here?" Sarah asked.  She could see no hotels there.

   "We need to get you some things, things they don't sell for you in
Eldon."

   "Like what?" Sarah said.

   "Bathing suits to start with.  You don't have any and you will need
them. We'll also get you some other clothes," Stan told them.

   "Oh, Stan, that's so great, thank you," Sarah said.

   "You're welcome.  You all are my wives.  Don't you know that I'll take
care of you?" he asked all of them.

   Rachel asked, "We're going swimming?"

   "Yes, don't you want to?"

   "I don't know how to swim," Becky said.

   He said, "It'll be fine," as he led them into a clothing store.  "To
start with, I want you to get some new dresses.  Those ones of yours are
too long and so out of style."

   "But, we're supposed to wear them long, and we don't keep in style to
show our devotion to god."

   "I've read the Bible and the book of Mormon.  I didn't see anywhere in
either a commandment to wear long dresses or things that are out of style."

   "You aren't gonna make us so that people don't like us, because of our
clothes like our father did because he didn't agree with the church over
the word of wisdom?" Sarah asked.

   "I saw the things your father argued, and you know he was right.  But I
would never make you a social pariah," Stan said.

   "What's that mean?" Becky asked.

   "That's kind of what you were because of your dad's views.  I know how
to do some things that he didn't.  When you want to attract flies, you use
sugar, not vinegar."

   "Eck, I don't want to attract flies." Becky said.

   "That's not what he's saying.  He just means there are ways to do things
that bring about the results you want.  Stan's saying that he can do what
he wants and we don't have to be outcasts like we were with dad," Sarah
said.

   "Oh, that sounds better," Rachel said.

   Stan found a sales associate who could figure out what sizes they would
need.  Once they knew, they were allowed to pick three dresses each.  The
dresses were stylish, and the hem was above the knee.  They were to get
three blouses and pants each.

   When they had that, he them took to a shoe stores.  They each got a pair
of decent dress shoes and a pair of boots.  Sarah hadn't gotten sneakers
when the other girls did, so she got a pair now.

   Their next stop was a place they could get swim suits.  Becky and Rachel
wanted a two piece.  It was something they never could have had before. 
They felt Stan would take care of them, so it would be alright to have
something they wouldn't have ever been allowed to have before.  They found
ones they liked and that fit them.  Stan thought they looked sexy in them,
their hot little hips and butts were getting to him.  Their tops showed off
their flatness.  He hoped other men wouldn't find them too sexy.  He
wouldn't want to share them with any other man.  They were his.

   For some reason Sarah didn't want a two piece.  She, of all of them, was
starting to develop.  Stan would think that she would be the one to most
want one.  He asked her, "Sarah, why don't you want a two piece?"

   She looked both ways to see if anyone was near.  She said, "I don't want
people to see my chest."

   "Why not?  You have your breasts growing, and your sisters aren't.  You
have nothing to worry about there."

   She whispered, "I have a scar and I don't want people to see it."

   "How did you get a scar?"

   "When I was a baby I had a problem with my heart and they had to go into
me to fix it, or I might not have lived.  It's ugly.  I don't want people
to see it."

   "Umm," Stan thought, another thing to have fixed.  He told her, "You go
ahead and get the one piece you want," he told her.  They got their suits.

   There was one more thing he felt they needed; sunglasses.  They got to
pick their style, but he wanted maximum UV protection.  They walked around
as movie stars with their cool shades.

   They headed off to their hotel.  It was on the Las Vegas strip.  They
were surprised that they were going to be staying at the Big Top Hotel. 
Stan had reserved a double room with king sized beds.  When he checked he
was allowed to check in with girls, when he told the desk clerk that he was
their uncle.  The girls were amazed, as they made their way to the room
they were able to see some of a trapeze artist working.  They were amazed
at the tricks she could do.  Finally, he was able to get the girls up to
the room.

   He told them to put away their things in the drawers, they would be here
awhile.  Next order of business was getting dinner, since there were four
growling tummies.

   On the strip they found a place to eat.  It took a while to finish and
get back to their hotel.  He let them stop and watch the circus for a
while, before they got back to the room.

   Once in the room, he told them to get ready for bed.  The three girls
took turns in the bathroom getting ready.  Stan was last.  When he came
back into the room he was wearing only his shorts.  It was obvious that he
had an erection.  He turned the lights down, but they weren't off.  He
could see the girls in the dim light.

   The question for the girls was who got to sleep with Stan.  He told them
they all would.  It would be the same as the other day.  Except Rachel
would start beside him, rather than Becky.

   He began like before, kissing Rachel.  She wasn't that much into the
mouth kissing.  She wanted more of his kissing her neck and shoulders. 
Stan did that, but this time, he unbuttoned her PJ top and he kissed her
neck and shoulders.  His hands were across her flat chest.  While his mouth
was busy on her neck and ears, his hands were exploring her body.  She was
loving it.  It was a man who was doing this with her, her husband no less.
She didn't have anything, not even the little swelling that Eve had.  But
Stan didn't seem to be put off by it.  He was loving it, and her, when his
alarm went off.  That was a quick 45 minutes.

   He turned over to Sarah.  She was so ready for him.  She was as
aggressive as ever with her tongue.  He returned it.  They swapped spit
that way for a while.  When he first moved his hands to her breasts she
froze for a second.  She steeled herself, she had to do this.  It was this
she was wanting for so long.  It was just that no one had touched her
there, or anywhere for that matter, before.  Only Pluto had known her
sexually until now.  He was a little disappointed, what was she wearing a
bra to bed under her nightgown.  He whispered to her, "Tomorrow, don't wear
a bra or undies either under your gown." He went back to kissing her the
rest of her time.

   Then the alarm went off.  It was too soon for Sarah.  She wanted it to
go on for more than her 45 minutes.  It took so long for that alarm to go
off to start Becky's turn.  He turned over to her.  He kissed her starting
with her mouth, they were french kissing.  She did better this time.  He
spent time with her ears and neck.  While he was busy with his mouth his
hands were all over her.  They moved across her flat chest.  He was down
around her hips.  He even picked her up and had his hands on her little
bottom.  She was loving it when that alarm went off way too soon.

   He broke off the kisses and pulled his hands back to himself.  "All
right girls time for sleep." He made sure the lights were off.  They were
snug the four of them in the bed.  In the morning they would have to mess
up the other bed, making it look like it was slept in.

   After breakfast, they went down to watch the various acts.  The girls
had never seen anything like it.  They were mesmerized having never seen
such things before coming here.  There were people on the trapeze doing
flips and swinging from one to another.  They were swinging with one person
then let go of them fly through the air to be caught by another then back
to the first person.  They were enthralled by it.  But after a while they
seemed to be doing the same tricks over again and their attention waned.

   It was time to move on.  Then they discovered the arcade.  There were
games of skill and chance they could have fun on.  Stan got them a roll of
tokens and let them run free.

   Becky wanted to stay with Stan.  He walked around encouraging her to try
various games.  She wasn't very good at them.  She tried the skee ball. 
Again she wasn't very good at it.  As a reward for her point total, she got
two tickets which could be redeemed for various prizes.

   She asked Stan to show her how.  Using one of her tokens he rolled the
balls and the points climbed.  The machine was spitting out the tickets. 
She wanted Stan to win her more.  The more he did it the better he got and
his point totals climbed higher.  The machine was spitting out tickets like
it was the end of the world.  Becky tried again she didn't do very well. 
She wanted Stan to do it again.  He went back to doing it.  The points
climbed, and the tickets flowed.  When she judged she had enough, she
wanted to redeem them.

   She took them to the redemption station.  The clerk counted the tickets
out, and showed her what she could get for them.  She was a bit amazed. 
She saw what she wanted there.  It was a giant stuffed panda bear that she
choose.

   They walked off.  It was then that Rachel found them.  She was looking
for Stan.  She wanted more tokens.  She had used up hers.

   She saw Becky with her bear and asked, "How did you get that?"

   "Stan won it for me," Becky said.

   "Can you get one for me?" Rachel asked.

   "You don't want to win it yourself?"

   "I'll try if you show me how," Rachel said.

   Stan and Becky led her to the skee ball game.  He gave her some tokens.
Rachel tried, but she didn't do much better than Becky.

   "Can you do it for me?" Rachel asked.

   Stan put in the token and rolled the balls, and the points and the
tickets were spit out.  She had him do it for a while.  It only took a few
minuets and she had a long stream of tickets.  Rachel wanted to turn them
in.  She wanted a bear like Becky's.  When they got to the redemption
center, she had enough tickets.  But they had no more bears.  She settled
for a giant yellow duck with orange feet and bill.  By now it was after
lunch time.  They found Sarah and went to get something to eat.

   Sarah had won enough tickets to get a few things.  One she had gotten
was a green floppy hat.  Green being her favorite color.  They found a
place in the arcade where they could have hot dogs, chips, and sodas.  If
that wasn't enough sugar, they wanted ice cream on top of it.

   After eating they took their goodies back to their room.  The maid had
been there, the beds were made.  On the messy bed they had used, it had
three mints on the pillows.  On the other bed that they had messed up to
make it look slept in, there was only one mint on the pillow.  Those mints
were a reward, Stan had discovered, tip your maid and you get good service.
He had left her $5 wrapped inside a note asking for more towels.

   They spent a little more time watching the next set of circus acts.  He
had to drag them away.  They wanted to watch more but they needed to go eat
dinner, he had something for them to see.  They went back to the room and
changed, then went to dinner.  They were bugging Stan, wanting to know what
it was he wanted to show them.  He made them dress, and they left.

   When they got there they didn't know the names, and didn't understand
the show.  They were going to see Sigismund and Rolf do their magic act
with tigers.  The girls loved it.  After the show was over, that was all
they could talk about.

   They got back to the room.  Stan said, "OK Becky, to the shower with
you."

   She got her nightgown and headed off into the bathroom.

   When she had gone, he dug into his luggage and brought out a few things.
The first was a bottle of children's pain medicine.  He poured out some. 
"Here, I want you to take this," he said to Sarah.

   "What is it?" Sarah asked.

   "Medicine."

   "What do I need medicine for?"

   "It's pain medicine."

   "I don't need pain medicine.  I don't have any pain."

   "Trust me, you'll need it.  I'm gonna give you a pain," Stan told her.
She took that as more of a threat.  He didn't ever threaten them before. 
Was he turning into someone they didn't know?  She took it without further
argument.

   "Rachel you need to know this, you are going to go with me in the
morning.  I want you to be ready.  Sarah I'm leaving Becky with you.  She
is to mind you.  While we are gone you can go to the circus or to the
arcade.  No where else, I don't want you leaving the hotel.  You can stay
in the room if you want.  Wherever you are, she is to be there.  She is not
to go anywhere without you.  capire?"

   "Yes sir," Sarah answered him.

   He took his old red towel and placed it on the bed he would be using.

   Becky came out of the bathroom.  Rachel got her PJs and headed into the
bathroom.

   With Becky out, Stan told her.  "I'm leaving in the morning with Rachel.
You are gonna stay here with Sarah."

   Becky looked like he had grown three heads.  She couldn't believe her
ears.  She about lost it.  "You're leaving us and only taking Rachel?" She
said, tears filling her eyes.

   "No, I'm not leaving you, I need to take Rachel somewhere.  We'll be
back by lunch time.  You are to mind Sarah.  She is in charge.  You can go
to the arcade, or the circus, but nowhere else.  You go only with her.  You
don't go anywhere without her.  If she wants to stay in the room.  That's
what you'll do."

   She felt a little better about things but she was still on guard.  Maybe
he wasn't as nice a person as she thought.  When Rachel finished, she got
into the bed with Becky, leaving room for Sarah.

   Sarah was the next into the shower.  She went into the bathroom.  Stan
walked right in behind her.

   Sarah asked him, "Are you going to be in here while I'm taking a
shower?"

   "Yes, I thought it might be nice if we took a shower together."

   "But you'll see me naked."

   "That is part of the idea."

   "I don't want people to see my scar."

   "It's OK, I'm not people, I'm your husband.  You do remember those
things at the church Saturday, right?"

   "Yeah, well..."

   "Yeah well nothing, all that means that we are going to be together. 
You are my wife.  It is OK if I see you naked.  In fact, tonight, if your
sisters haven't seen you naked before, they will now."

   "What are you gonna do?" Sarah asked, now anxious.

   "It's not going to be bad, and just think of it this way.  You are
first." He was saying this with his back to her futzing with something on
the sink.

   "First what?"

   "You are my first wife, and the first one I'm going to make love to. 
The other girls are going to see you naked and me too.  Because I want them
to see what we do.  So when it comes their time, they will know more about
what to do." While he was saying this, Stan took off his clothes.

   It didn't take but a minute and he was nude in front of his wife for the
first time.  It was the first time Sarah had seen a male naked.  She saw
drawings of a penis in sex ed class, but this was the first live one she
had ever seen.  She just stood there gawking at it for a few seconds.

   Stan asked her, "Do you like it?"

   "Ummm, I don't know.  I've never seen one before.  Is that how they're
supposed to look?"

   "This is how mine looks.  You'll have to get used to it, because I don't
have another I can change into," Stan joked, hoping it would relieve the
tension.

   "I'm umm, is it supposed to be like that?  It looks kinda soft.  The
pictures they showed it was standing up and stuff."

   "It will don't you worry about that.  Didn't you feel it pressing
against you when we were kissing in the garage all those times?"

   "Yeah, but it was like that, then?" She said, referring to his unerect
cock.

   "Trust me, it will get bigger and harder, especially once you get your
clothes off.  You can't go in the shower dressed."

   Sarah began to undress.  She turned her back to him.  When she was down
to her panties and bra, Stan stepped up behind her, and unhooked her bra
for her.  His actions surprised her and she jumped a bit.  She was trying
to hold her bra in place and pull down her panties at the same time.  It
wasn't working so well.  Stan grabbed them by the waist band and pulled
them down.  Sarah didn't know what to do about it when they got to her
ankles.  All she could do was step out of them.

   Stan turned on the water, when he got it warm enough, he was ready to
get under the spray.  Sarah still stood with her back to him, still holding
her bra in place.

   "Come in the water's fine," Stan beckoned her.

   Finally she turned, her face as red as it could be.  She started to
lower her arms.  Stan reached out and took her bra from her.  She wouldn't
look him in the eye.  It wouldn't matter, he wasn't looking at her eyes at
that moment.  The first thing he wanted to see was the scar.  She made the
thing sound so hideous.  It was two and a half inches long right in the
middle of her chest.  It was much darker color than the skin around it.  It
was like a thin ropy mark raised about an eighth of an inch above the rest
of the tissue.  It wasn't that bad, but he figured it depended on which
side of the scar you stood as to how bad it was.  It didn't bother him, but
it obviously bothered her great deal.  Stan got an idea, something she
might not like, but it would be better for her.  He wouldn't tell her until
the morning, less for her to be anxious about.

   He next looked at her breasts.  They were like little balls standing on
her chest.  He figured they were between the size of an overgrown golf
ball, or a mandarin orange.  It looked like half of it was the areola,
which was dark pink.  The little nipples weren't much.

   He looked down her body, she was thin.  That he knew.  Her tummy was
flat.  Her hips had some width to them.  She was growing her pubic hair. 
It was light blond.  It was slightly along her lips.  Most of what she had,
which wasn't much, was on her mons.

   "Come on, I'll wash you," Stan told her.  She was about ready to freak.
She was wanting to have sex for so long.  She had humped Pluto so much she
didn't know how many times.  Now she was facing the possibility of having
it for real.  She was afraid of being rejected because she didn't know how,
or because she felt so bad about her scar.

   Stan had her standing under the water as it poured over her head.  She
had her back to him.  He began to wash her hair.  She hadn't had any one do
that since her mom would do it when she was a little girl.  It actually
felt nice and rekindled her memories of her mom.  Stan was gentle doing it.
He rinsed her.  His fingers running through her hair felt so nice to her.

   He was nice, he started washing her.  He had her pick up her feet and he
did them one at a time.  He then did her legs up to her knees.  Between the
soap and his light touch it felt heavenly.  He would do a leg then rinse it
with the hand held shower he had taken off it's holder on the wall.  Now he
was doing her thighs.  She started to get anxious again.  His hands got
very close to her little pussy but they never touched it.  He had a hand
going up and down the crack of her butt.  He rinsed it then began on her
back.  He washed it, then when he had rinsed the soap off it, he stood
closely behind her.  He was kneading her shoulders, he was massaging them
and her arms.  Some of her anxiety began to leave her.  He held her arms
out one at a time and did them.  She felt very relaxed.  It didn't bother
her when he reached around and began to do her tummy.

   He did that area, then he moved up to her boobs.  She wasn't thinking
about the fact that he had one in each hand, because he was kissing her
neck and shoulders.  It was so great.  The stimulation from his fingers on
her areolas made her forget about her scar.

   He rinsed her off by reaching around and directing the spray on her. 
She was in his arms and that felt so right for her.  The other thing she
could feel was something poking at her back it was hard and soft at the
same time.  He had soap all over his hands when he reached for her crotch.
At first she flinched as he put his hands over her pussy area.  He kissed
her on her neck, then whispered into her ear that he loved her.

   It amazed Stan that he meant it.  That made all the difference to her.
This handsome man she was married to loved her.  The world was all right.
He washed her, `down there.' She wasn't sure how much was washing and how
much was rubbing her.  He got her all clean.  He turned her around to face
him.  He had her bow her legs a bit and directed the water which he had
changed from the gentle spray it had been to a pounding stream right on her
clit.  She never knew water could feel so good.

   Sarah's face was getting slightly red.  He held off any more for now. 
He didn't want her peaking in the shower.  He did a quick abbreviated wash
of himself.  Then he got the both of them out.  He dried her off, with some
of the extra towels the maid had left.  She no longer felt
self-consciousness and didn't mind him seeing her naked.

   "I want you to do something for me.  Actually I will do it.  I want to
shave your hair, here," he said as he ran his hand over her pussy.

   "Will it hurt?  You won't cut me?" she said.

   "No, you'll be fine." He got a razor he had brought just for this
reason. He got some of the warmed shave cream, from what looked to her like
some kind of electric tomato.  Her skin was still damp from the shower, he
spread the shave cream around.  He wet the razor then began to cut.  He
started on her mons and moved in a way that the strokes were up and away
from her clit.  He was removing the cream baring her skin.  What little
hair she had grown was going away with the cream which he rinsed off the
razor.  Soon enough she was done up there.  Now he had to be more careful.
His strokes were away from the slit as he did along her lips.  He held them
in one hand while shaving her with the other.  Stan did it with great care.
She watched him intensely.  He would look up into her eyes and give her a
smile, one of the ones that never failed to melt a girl's heart.  It didn't
fail him this time, either.

   He got her done.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  "I look like I
did when I was ten."

   "I think you look pretty good.  Later, you'll see why we did this."

   "If you do this to me, do you want me to shave off your hair?"

   "Do you want to?" Stan turned the question back to her.

   "If you tell me how."

   "There isn't much to it.  Get some warm water in your hands and wet the
area." She did it, then he directed her to get the shave cream, and to
apply it.  She started with the area above his cock, which had started to
deflate.  He had her hold it with one hand while she shaved.  By the time
she had the upper areas done, he was fully hard.

   "Is that the way it's supposed to be?" she said, still holding his cock.

   "Yes, isn't that what you were expecting?"

   "I guess, so.  It feels hard like it did when we were kissing."

   "OK, you're almost done here.  This part is very tender, so you need to
be gentle."

   She applied the cream to his balls.  He held his cock out of the way
while she worked on his balls.  She tried her best not to cut him or
squeeze them.  She rinsed him off.

   They both emerged from the bathroom together, wearing only towels.

   "Why were you both in there together?" Becky asked.

   "Were married." Sarah told her with a smile that said she was queen of
the roost.

   Before she could feel too superior, Stan took the towel off her leaving
her standing there dumbfounded for a minute, full nude in front of her
sisters.

   "Get in the bed," Stan told her.  While he was getting something out of
his bag.

   She got in the other bed.  Which her sisters didn't expect.  She pulled
the sheet over herself.  He had her move over, then he pulled the sheet off
her.  Then he removed his towel.  It revealed him in all his glorious
hardness.  Becky and Rachel had their eyes fixed on it.  It actually looked
like the thing Elisabeth had.  While they were getting an eyeful of Stan's
manhood, he took his and Sarah's towels and folded them up.  He took his
red towel and put in on top.  He had Sarah lift up her hips, and he put
them under her hips.

   "Come over here, you two," Stan said.  I am going to make love to Sarah.
I want you to watch."

   "Oh no," Sarah said.  She started to reach for the sheet.  He took it
from her hand.

   "Oh yes.  They need to see, they need to know, because I am going to do
the same thing with them." He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. 
"Don't worry, you'll get to see them too." Those were not comforting words
for her.

   He put the condom and the bottle of lube on the nightstand between the
beds.  He lie down beside Sarah.  He began to kiss her.  That did two
things, not right away, but it wasn't long.  She forgot her sisters were
there, watching her, and it got him fully hard.  He took Sarah's hand and
put it on his cock.  Taking her hand in his, he began to move it up and
down.

   His lips and tongue were doing their magic.  They were wrestling first
in her mouth, then in his.  It was a good time for the both of them.  He
had her turned on pretty well.

   He moved down and began to cup and her little boobs.  Her sisters had
seen glimpses of them before, but never so plainly and clearly.  They could
also see the scar that she tried to keep hidden.  They could see Stan had
his fingers all over them.  Her little nipples weren't so little any more.
They were small, but they were standing up trying to make themselves count.


   He moved his mouth and began to kiss her little teats.  The kisses were
all over her chest.  Not only was he kissing them, they could see him
flashing his tongue as he licked her with the kisses.  It was great for
Sarah.  But in a way it was nothing new to Rachel and Becky, the women had
done those things to them at the pool.  They were more interested in the
hard dick that Sarah was once in a while stroking when she could remember
to do that.

   Stan did a number on her booblets, and normally he would move on down
and eat her pussy.  But, not tonight.  He wanted to break in Sarah, and he
wanted the other girls to see it, so they knew what they were going to be
getting soon.  Stan stopped and got out of the bed.  Rachel and Becky had
to move.

   He took the condom and opened the package.  "Do you know what this?" he
asked his two younger wives.  He got his answer with the blank faces. 
"This is a condom, I need to wear it so I don't put my sperm into Sarah, or
there is the chance that I could end up putting a baby in her.  This is not
the time for her to be having babies.  This will prevent her from getting
pregnant.  When your time comes, I will have to use them with you two until
your pills kick in."

   He pinched to close the tip then placed it at the head of his cock and
unrolled it along his hard shaft.  He took the bottle of lube and, after
pouring some in his hand coated the latex covering.  He got back into bed.

   The oven had gotten a little cold while he was out of the bed.  He would
have to warm it back up a bit before he put his bread in the baker's
daughter's oven.  He kissed her and his tongue worked it's magic.  She
loved to have it in her mouth.  She had such fun tongue wrestling.  It got
her warmed back up again.

   He spread Sarah's legs and got between them.  He took himself in hand
and rooted around for a few seconds to lube her with the lotion that was
all over his condom.  Then he sank it into her.  She gave a little "Uff,"
but not much more, and he was all the way in her.  She didn't seem to have
any pain.  So much the better.

   The two girls got a real education.  They saw Elisabeth use the toy on
herself.  But Stan had the real thing, and he just put it into Sarah.

   Sarah soon forgot there were a pair of eyes watching.  She had been
waiting for this for so long.  Stan felt so much better than Pluto ever
did. This was so good.  She wanted Stan to be doing this with her for
eternity.  She could have it forever.  They were married for time and all
eternity.

   He reached down and doubled up her knees.  He could now move better.  He
did things with her, giving her some of his best moves, corkscrewing her,
varying speed and depth.

   She loved everything he was doing.  She didn't even realize she was
doing it, she was humping back at him.  He was driving her to pleasures she
had never known before.  She wrapped her arms around him and was trying to
kiss him while he was doing that to her.  The arms were a conscious thing.
She wrapped her legs around him without any thoughts.  Her body just
responded.

   It was while she had her tongue deep in his mouth that her cum hit her.
She had little ones before from Pluto.  But, they were nothing compared
this one.  This was deeper, and longer, not to mention more powerful than
anything she had before.  She had to pull her tongue back.  She couldn't
even coordinate any kiss.  That was just fine, he was at the point he was
ready to go.  Natural instinct had him driving into her as deep as he could
get in her.  He was firing off his baby bullets.  He wasn't shooting
blanks, but the baby makers rushed out of him in five powerful spurts only
to end up trapped in the end of the condom.  This batch of baby makers were
not going to be able to get the job done.  It was going to be years and
years before their sisters and brothers would be turned loose into Sarah to
fulfill their function.  It sure wouldn't be tonight.

   He could tell that Sarah had gotten everything she could out of him. 
She had gotten him off.  He needed to get off of her.  He climbed out of
bed.  His younger wives were still agog with what they had just witnessed.
Stan stood and removed the condom.  That tip was very full.  Stan was
careful not to spill any of the contents.

   "You wanna see?" Stan beckoned them into the bathroom.  Rachel and Becky
curiously followed.  He turned the condom inside out and poured his white
stringy cum into the toilet.

   "That my dear wives is what makes babies.  If I left that in Sarah,
before she's fully protected by her pills she could get pregnant.  You my
little dears, can't have that happen to you yet.  Which is why I won't be
wearing one when I am in you.  I'll be leaving that in you."

   He turned on the shower and stepped under it to rinse off.  Sarah heard
it and pushed past her sisters to get a rinse too.  Stan and Sarah quickly
dried off.  Stan led her back to his bed.  She was going to be sleeping
alone with him tonight.  At least that left more room in the other bed for
Rachel and Becky as they all headed back to bed.

   In the morning, Sarah didn't really hurt, but she was a little sore. 
She wasn't so up for running around.  They went down to breakfast.  Before
he left, he hung the red towel over the shower rod and put a $5 bill on the
night stand with the request for extra towels.

   When they came back to the room, Stan told Sarah, "I want you to take
off your top, your bra too.

   It was bad enough she was naked in front of her sisters and they saw her
have sex.  Now this?

   "Stan, I don't want too."

   "I didn't ask you what you wanted, just do it," he said in a forceful
voice.

   She complied not very willingly.  He took a towel and put it on her head
so her face was covered.  Then he got out a Polaroid camera.  She couldn't
see it, but her sisters could.  "He was going to take photos of her?" They
thought, how rude.

   "Sarah take your hands and cup your breasts." she complied.  That still
left her scar open to view.  Not something she was happy about.  She was
less happy about it when she saw the flash and heard the whirl of the
camera.

   She dropped her hands and pulled the towel off her head.  "Stan did you
take my picture?" She asked to the obvious answer, since he had the camera
in one hand and the photo in the other.  She tried to grab it way from him.
But, he could hold it up out of her reach.  He wasn't going to give it to
her.  He dropped the camera on the bed, but held on to the photo.