Innocent Immigrant 3: Mail Order Bride: Ménage Marriage (Colonial New Zealand Romance)

by Jax Lusty

  As I approached the kitchen, the one thing I hoped was that Ari had made peace with whatever it was that gave him so much trouble the previous evening.

  CHAPTER 5

  GRIFF

  Katie stood hesitantly at the door as if dressing herself, albeit only in her underwear, had also cloaked her mind with inhibitions and modesty. I took a moment to enjoy her coy demeanour, as did Ari. Soon we would strip that from her. We both watched from our positions at the table, and I waved her into the kitchen.

  “Good morning, Katie. I trust you slept well and that you’re not too sore after last evening’s exertions?”

  “Thank you, Ari, and good morning to you. I’m very well,” she answered, her cheeks taking on an exquisite pink tinge, “and, I’m not so sore.”

  I pushed my chair away from the table and pulled her onto my knee. Ari placed a cup of tea for her alongside mine.

  “Have your tea while we talk.”

  I detected just the slightest tremor in her hand as she lifted the cup to her mouth. She’d done as I’d asked and dressed only in her chemise and drawers, leaving her corset, and that ridiculous myriad of other garments women wore, in her room. I could see down the front of her chemise, her small pink nipples pinched tight, and I had to stop myself from slipping a hand inside and playing with them.

  “You were perfect last night, Katie... perfect for both of us.” She’d voiced her concern that we would be disappointed with her inexperience, and I wanted to be sure she’d put those thoughts out of her mind. “There’s a lot for you to learn and we’re going to enjoy teaching you, showing you how to pleasure us, and the many ways we can pleasure you. If you have any questions at any time, you just have to forget your shyness and ask.”

  She nodded and sipped her tea.

  “After breakfast you can go to the stables with Ari, and he will bring you into town mid-morning. It’s time we introduced you as our wife to the local merchants and showed you around.”

  “Will I be allowed to wear clothes?”

  Ari nearly spat out his tea when she said that.

  “If I had my way, the answer would be no,” I teased, “but I’ll not have you distracting the other men, wandering around the stables in your underwear. They have work to do.”

  “Clothes it is, then.”

  She pushed off my knee and perhaps she had the idea that she would go and dress, but I gripped her hand. “I told you before there’s something I want to teach you.” I opened my thighs and pulled her to stand between them, and then cupped the back of her head, bringing her down for a kiss. She tasted like the tea she’d been drinking, and I couldn’t get enough of her plump lips and inquisitive tongue. The sooner my cock was in her mouth, the better.

  Ari shifted his chair closer, lifting her chemise, and by the way Katie startled then moaned, I knew he’d got a hand inside the opening of her drawers. I broke the kiss and studied her face. Her eyes had dilated, cheeks flushed, lips parted somewhat, drawing in shallow breaths.

  “Do you like what Ari’s is doing to you?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “He’s very good with his hands, isn’t he? Are you becoming wet?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good. If you behave yourself, Ari will keep touching you while you’re on your knees, here,” I pointed to the floor, “sucking my cock.” Her mouth dropped open although I didn’t believe the move was in preparation for the task ahead.

  “Suck, with my mouth? Why? Is my... pussy not enough for you?”

  “Three virgin holes, Katie; we intend to claim all of them,” Ari explained. “They belong to us, just as much as we belong to you.”

  “But you can’t make a baby that way. Surely, then it is a sin.”

  I squeezed her hand. “They sure gave you some peculiar ideas in that Girls’ Home, didn’t they?”

  “They were the rules of our church.”

  “And now you have a new home with new rules to learn. Down you go.”

  Katie looked stunned, so I placed one hand on her shoulder and with gentle pressure she sank to her knees. Once on the floor, she lifted her head, gazing at me with large deep green eyes, and I declare my cock doubled in size.

  “Undo my flies, sweetheart, and take my cock out.”

  Within seconds I wished I’d done it myself. The tip of her tongue protruded between her rosy lips as she concentrated on undoing the buttons. Every so often she brushed my cock with her fingers and then pulled them away as if she’d burnt herself. In the finish when she encircled me with a cautious hand lifting my prick free I had to press my lips tight because I didn’t know if I wanted to groan or curse at her. She glanced at me again, and then gripped me as if her hold was the only thing keeping her from toppling to the floor.

  “Have a taste, darling, give it a lick, just the way I licked you last night.”

  She moistened her lips, and her tongue slipped out to make one cautious swipe across the flared crown of my cock sending a shot of desire straight to my balls. I must have made a sound or a movement because she stopped immediately, raising her head and giving me a bashful smile.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she said.

  “Everything’s good, except teeth,” I assured her in a strained voice.

  “Perhaps Ari could show me?” Her eyes slid in his direction.

  Good God! I didn’t know what would be worse: Katie’s tentative licks or Ari’s skilled mouth. This was turning into a debacle over which I’d completely lost control. Ari waited for my answer, something akin to a smile trying to broaden his mouth. Was this a conspiracy between he and Katie? Or had she somehow, in such a short time, inveigled herself into a position where I was unable to do anything but give in to all that she wanted? For a moment, I warred with these feelings, and then I looked at Ari, and I nodded.

  He knelt alongside Katie, took hold of my cock and pressed it hard against my stomach. “Teasing is fun,” he told her, “and Griff loves to be teased.”

  “Ari—” I tried to warn, but the gentle nibbling he’d started on my balls took my breath away. They were more sensitive than ever, and I gripped the side of my chair, closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping myself under control.

  “Griff’s balls are very sensitive so you must handle them with care, or you could find yourself with a knee in the face. Isn’t that right, Griff?”

  I couldn’t even answer, relieved as I was that he’d actually moved towards the shaft of my cock. Slowly he tongued it and again, nibbled so very softly, stopping frequently to explain to Katie what it was he was doing. When he held me, making his wet lips a puckered tight hole to slide over my cockhead, I couldn’t help but wonder whether the two of them had conspired in my absence to make Katie’s first cock-sucking session so tormenting for me.

  Everyone’s breathing had quickened by the time Ari, thankfully, released me and suggested Katie have a try. He instructed her to take a tiny sip of tea and hold it in her mouth so that the saliva naturally built up. Ari was clever like that, understanding that if any sort of anxiety about this act had built up in her mind it was possible her mouth had become dry.

  She dived straight for the head, taking me into her mouth, hot and soft, wet with the tea and saliva that dribbled down my shaft. Working her tongue exactly as Ari instructed had me almost coming. I dropped my head back and studied the ceiling because for her first time sucking cock, Katie was doing a remarkable job. My control was further stripped by Ari’s constant monologue describing what she was doing to me so that my need to thrust and finish down her throat became paramount. I reached for her head, but Ari knocked my hands away.

  “Something different for you, Griff. Relinquish control, and let Katie and I do this for you.”

  I’d let him away with that for now, but he’d pay for it another time. My hands returned to their place of gripping the chair.

  Katie was on her knees between my thighs, and Ari had her hair wound around his hands containing the movement of her head. He p
ushed her down on my cock lifting her again just before she gagged, his rhythm slow, always making sure she could breathe. Every time he raised her head, she kept her eyes on me. Certainly, they were teared with the exertion of performing such a foreign act—the gagging and coughing and sucking—her cheeks stained wet, but her deep-green irises danced with lust.

  I was about to finish, my balls tightening, my hips rising in an attempt to push myself deeper into her mouth, when suddenly Ari lifted her off my cock, thwarting my attempt to fill Katie’s throat with my cum. After giving me a particularly challenging stare, he stole a long wet kiss from Katie’s swollen mouth. The sight was certainly arousing, but I missed the wet heat of her tongue and lips, and I growled.

  “I’ll let you do that after I come, Ari.”

  “Hear that, darling?” Ari asked Katie, his voice rough. “Griff’s going to come in your mouth. You’re to swallow as best you can...don’t worry, I’ll help.”

  Her mouth slid back over the head of my prick, and I groaned. Ari cradled my balls, a finger sneaking back to add pressure just behind them, and I almost leapt from the chair. This feeling of being imprisoned by the pair of them was becoming too much.

  “Suck hard, Katie, he’s almost there.”

  My dear wife increased the draw of her mouth, and Ari followed the tightening of my balls with the clutch of his hand. The intense feeling that began at the base of my spine erupted, as I filled Katie’s mouth with my spurting seed. When I was finished Ari released Katie’s head, and she sat back on her heels, looking directly at me, blinking and gasping, but most of all, smiling.

  CHAPTER 6

  ARI

  Although not strictly married, I could not have wished for someone more suited to Griff and me than Katie, and I had to admit I was in a process of falling very deeply for her. We spent the morning tending the horses, and I taught her some ways of handling the foals so that they welcomed any interaction with people. Then as promised, I took Katie into town to meet up with Griff so that we could introduce her properly as our wife. I also had two horses that needed to visit the farrier, so I tethered them to the rear of the buggy to follow along.

  We started our trip accompanied by the background sound of the breaking waves thumping on the shore of Kotuku Beach. Although the breeze was light, the easterly winds that had blown all week had whipped up a large swell that would settle in a couple of days, so long as the wind stayed away. The road followed the beach for a while before cutting inland where the ground was harder and flat.

  On the other side of town, the roads weren’t quite so smooth. A constant supply of coal and frequently heavy machinery had to be delivered to the mines, so Griff kept a gang of men solely employed to keep the road open for wheeled traffic. It made good business sense; there was no money in a warehouse filled with fuel and parts that couldn’t be delivered.

  During wet weather the wagons wheels created deep ruts in the clay surface of the roads and the men filled the furrows and troughs with hundreds of manuka fascines. In no time, the wagon wheels would cut through these rough bundles of sticks, and the entire process would need repeating.

  As we turned inland to cross the flats behind the dunes towards the lower township, the silence left by the fading thunder of the surf was soon filled with the constant drum of the stamper batteries crushing mined quartz to extract the gold.

  “Thank goodness at home we only have the sound of the ocean and the birdsong to bother us,” Katie remarked.

  That she already thought of the villa as her home made my heart leap in my chest. She seemed determined to settle with us, and Kotuku.

  “It might surprise you that the townsfolk swear anyone can become accustomed to the noise and thump of the stamper, to the extent some grumble they cannot sleep unless it is running. The miners work three rotating eight-hour shifts each day, and the stamper battery shuts down around midnight when that shift finishes. But, I agree, it is a disturbance I can well live without.”

  We stopped first at the warehouse to meet Griff. He beamed with pride as he showed Katie around, introducing her to his foreman, Wiremu, and the other men who worked there. Then we took the buggy to make the short trip from the warehouse to the main township. I left Griff and Katie briefly and took the horses around to Jock, the blacksmith.

  “I’ll just finish this wheel, and I’ll take a look at your horses,” he said. “If you’re in town for a while you can tether them around the back and go and attend to your business. They’ll be done by noon.”

  “Thanks, Jock.”

  I settled the horses and walked to Thomson’s mercantile where I’d arranged to meet the others. Chatter not unlike the rumble of morning magpies greeted me as I opened the door. Quite a gathering of women had arrived all keen to see the new Mrs. Tucker, and Katie was certainly holding her own, although she appeared quite flushed by the attention. In short time, she’d received invitations to luncheon and a game of cards which she admitted to me later that she’d never played.

  When Pastor Mackay and one of his women entered the store, I quietly stepped away from the group to take refuge in the shadows near the sacks of flour. I couldn’t stomach facing the man and didn’t want my feelings towards him to stain what seemed to be for Katie an otherwise pleasant outing. As I watched, she stepped closer to Griff, who took a protective hold of her hand.

  “I believe congratulations are in order, Mr. Tucker,” the pastor boomed.

  Mackay was shameless. How he could keep up the facade of appearing pleased at the outcome of Katie’s arrival in Kotuku amazed me. Behind him stood a pretty dark-haired lass, eyes submissively kept downcast. I knew from experience she would not have the opportunity to speak unless invited forward to do so, and that command included not only interaction with the men of the town, but the women, too.

  “Thank you, Pastor, that is correct,” Griff answered with a stiff edge to his voice. “I’d introduce you to Mrs. Tucker but as you’ve already forced your presence upon her, that won’t be necessary.”

  I watched as Griff ducked his head to the side and smiled. “And who is this pretty lass you have with you?”

  “This is Miss Knox. She’s staying at the Mission for...ahem...tuition. Why do you ask? Is Mrs. Tucker not to your liking after all, or, are you looking for a wife for that native you have in your house?”

  My stomach clenched with my fists, and it was all I could do to stop myself from rushing at the Pastor and throttling him. Poor Katie looked shocked, as did Miss Knox.

  “Our wife, Pastor, is perfect in every way,” Griff said. “It would be impossible for us to be more pleased.”

  As he spoke, Katie did the most remarkable thing: she dropped Griff’s hand and came to my side.

  “Come on, Ari,” she said quietly, tugging at my arm. “The three of us are in this together, are we not? Please come and stand with Griff and me.”

  “I don’t want to agitate the mood, Katie, so I’ll wait over here.”

  “That’s nonsense. I was led to believe our arrangement was common in this town. If that is the truth, then I have nothing to hide, and neither do you.”

  What we hadn’t told her was that these arrangements in Kotuku were always made among the Pākehā—the colonials—not with a person of another race, and certainly not with a mixed-race Māori-Pākehā like me. The small gathering had fallen silent, the air tense, and Thomson’s store wasn’t the place to explain the intricacies of race to her.

  “And where is the native?” Mackay asked. “Oh, there he is, lurking between the sacks waiting for someone to toss him a penny to make him go away.” He reached into his pocket. “Here you go, boy—”

  Griff grabbed Mackay’s arm and shot me a warning, stay where you are, look.

  “I would have thought such a pathetic attempt at an insult beneath you, Pastor. But it seems where you’re concerned, my contempt is justified. I won’t have my family reviled in this way. Good day, Mr. Thomson, ladies,” he said, tipping his hat to the others in the store.
“Good luck to you, Miss Knox, you’ll need it.” He nodded towards the poor young lady with the Pastor. “Come along Katie, Ari, let’s continue our business.”

  I was still fuming as we left the store. In a show of great spirit, Katie took each of our arms as we set off along the boardwalk towards Mrs. Gooding’s drapery.

  “Griff has promised Maraea and me cloth for new dresses,” she announced with her bright smile.

  I knew she was trying to help me forget about the Pastor, but I had lost all enthusiasm for our intended group introduction of Katie to the town merchants. I begged off entering the drapery with the excuse that I had business with the grain merchant that needed attending to before he closed for luncheon at noon. Griff’s look suggested he’d rather come with me then enter another shop filled with curious women. I winked at him and kissed Katie lightly on the cheek before leaving them. Part of me wished the Pastor could have witnessed the scene, but I knew the less thought I put into his opinion, the better off I would be.

  When I’d placed my order with the grain merchant, I continued to the blacksmith’s shop. He was trimming the hoof of the second horse, so I went around the back to collect the buggy and my other horse tethered there. I was just securing the horse to the rear of the buggy when I heard the conversation among a small group of men who’d congregated near the smithy.

  “...she’s a pretty young thing. Poor Watson’s timing has always been off, but his demise couldn’t have been more poorly planned.”

  The men joined in, laughing.

  “She’s jumped from the kettle into the fire. I don’t know what would be worse in a young lady’s mind; the Watson drunks or having to bed with a native.”