Fifteen

Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

Another lesson in economics...5

Jana and Lexi are busy telling Lyn and Mel what transpired. I ignore it and settle down with the first of the three books.

I barely got a page read while at the Mall. I only get two more read now before the three young ones descend on me. Katrina seems to be the spokesperson for the moment.

How old we be?

Huh?

You always say, we too young. How old?

Ah. I see. … I don’t really know. Lexi is fifteen. So maybe when you are fifteen.

Not fair!

Oh? Why is it not fair?

Not a one of them has a reasonable answer and in the end following some good natured teasing and giggles, the matter is laid aside for another day.

And with that I am finally able to get some reading done – uninterrupted by all until the call to come for supper.

Supper starts out with news that most of our trip needs to be shelved. There is ‘unrest’ north of us and a trip to Lake Sebu is a bad idea. Lyn has heard of some problems with mining operations forcing T’Boli natives off their land in the area. She tells me things are very tense there right now.

We can do Polomolok by a public transport van. They evidently run back and forth all day long and the cost is minimal. That also means that Mel can come too, as it is a day trip.

The excursion to Tupi and Koronadal City, while not as dangerous is also something that maybe I should put off for now. I ask if there is enough to see in Polomolok and am told that Dole, as in Dole Pineapple (that same company that stole Hawaii and made it part of the USA) has a huge processing plant there and that we can take a tour.

And so, from what would have been a pricey prolonged trip, we have morphed into one inexpensive day trip. I will hang out here, read more of my books, and just settle in. This is far more to my liking.

In a way, I get a sense that living here is going to force me to see the USA as it is seen without the gauze of jingoistic patriotic fever masking the shitty things.

Dole is an important employer here and very important to the local economy. On the other hand, its history is somewhat on the rape and pillage side of the ledger.

The USA itself has bloody hands here, especially here on Mindanao where it fought a bloody campaign against the Moros, the Muslims here, who had, for all intents and purposes, never lost to the Spanish in over three hundred and fifty years of attempts by Spain to control the island.

The best the local Spanish government could do was to sign a treaty with the local sultans on Mindanao and ‘get along’ with them. Of course, I don’t suspect Spain provided that fact to the USA when they ceded the islands to them at the end of the Spanish-American War.

The result, by most estimates, left two hundred thousand Filipinos dead by the hands of US marines. The fact that Americans are welcome here today, in part is more due to the contrast of how the USA behaved following those first few bloody years and how Japan behaved when they arrived in 1942.

While all that rattles around in my head, I am about to tour a Dole operation. History of the past here is very close to the reality of today.

And so, as my mind wanders down the odd historical pathway, supper is completed and I return to my book.

The girls are busy. I am not sure what they are doing and I suspect I don’t need to know.

This is a good thing. Let them do what they see the need to do without involving me.

Having companionship is a good thing, but I like my personal space. I don’t want to feel the need to be with others, any others, much of the time. Let them be busy.

This Sunday evening is quietly giving me what I want. I am in a comfortable place. I need to attend to nothing. I have a book and a good place to enjoy it. Yes, to enjoy it in a place that I can afford and live much like a Pasha.

So long as these girls don’t bring me problems; so long as we are done with others finding ways to climb aboard; so long as I can come to terms with the brutal nature of this clan-like culture; I could not have picked a better place to settle down.

I will enjoy my remaining days here before returning to Boston. There I need to wind down all that remains, so as to return here with no matters left hanging. It is virtually impossible to manage anything there from here.

At ten in the evening, Jana comes to me and suggests that it is bedtime. I can take a hint and put the book down.

Craig, I think we all learn something today. The young ones will not push anymore. The rest of us, we know we are very lucky we meet you first. We make sure. We not make problems for you. … Mel say she very stupid before. Her mother is wrong and she will be good now.

Why? What has happened?

It Ate Janeth. We think there many like her. We think she see what we have and think she need the same. The young ones see that maybe they not be here if you say no to them like you say no to Janeth.

OK, I see now. Yes, I think you may be right.

I get into bed with this seventeen-year-old, whom I do not have to sweet talk or cajole. I don’t have to lie. I don’t have to hide my true age from her.

Jana is here for one reason only. She wants to be in my bed. She wants to open her thighs wide for me. She is not afraid of the intrusion of my cock into her cunt. She wants it.

As I slide in, a big grin spreads across her face. She welcomes my presence inside her. She seeks to bring me in deeper. She wants my thrusts to slam into her. She does not want gentle caring. She wants my passion for her.

Passion, it is passion that she needs to feel more than anything else. Passion felt is the tangible measure of emotional reassurance that she has place here for more than a moment.

Passion tells her that I do more than allow her to stay but, rather, that I desire her, need her, want her.

Her eyes burn into mine. She is seeking to see that passion in my face, in my eyes. Yes, sure, she was here with me last night but, last night there was no passion, only sleep.

Her hands grip my arms firmly, unwilling to let go for a second.

Her hips tip up to meet mine.

Her cunt is awash in her own secretions. Sloppy sounds emanate from that region as I pound her cunt … the juices coating my loins, my hips, my thighs.

Her face is glowing with perspiration. Little beads form on her upper lip.

I am perspiring and trying not to drip onto Jana as we press on.

Jana weighs half my weight. I am above her and she does not want it any other way.

If she wants my passion, I feel her passion, knowing that for whatever reason, her passion is real. There is no reason to doubt her desire.

I hear, Please, please, please.

I am not sure what she is asking for and am not going to ask.

Her small, thin frame is mine, freely given and whether it is right to take her, or not, she is mine. She is mine as I slide effortlessly, and repeatedly, into her.

I smile at her. She smiles back. I cum. She smiles again.

It is that simple.

There was no seduction. There are no awkward moments.

Jana slides off the bed, grabs a towel from the bathroom and cleans me up while kissing me, over and over again. There is giggling. There is teasing. Jana is a happy girl.

The lights are turned off and we snuggle in with each other for a bit before the combined body heat forces us to find a bit of distance as we find sleep waiting for us.

Jana is up before me this morning. My shower awaits her relinquishing of the bathroom. She is quick about it. My shower follows easily enough.

Lexi and the three young ones have to go to school within the hour, Lexi leaving a good 45 minutes earlier due to the distance she must travel. And then… it is quiet. The three that remain decide to go about tasks within the house and let me be. They are cooking and cleaning.

It is not an accident. It is intentional and much connected to the reality as Jana spoke of it last night. If it wasn’t completely clear before, yesterday’s event reinforces their belief that their job is to keep me cared for and happy. To give me no reason to be dissatisfied.

It makes sense to me, but will it last, or is it something that they can keep going for just a day or two? Only time will tell and I will not gainsay their efforts. If it is a long term thing, so much the better.

I return to my reading.

At some point, Mel brings me a snack of fried sweet potato in a caramelized coating and a glass of buko juice, before withdrawing to allow me to enjoy my snack in peace. Is this what it is going to be from now on or is this based on a fear of my turning against them if everything is not ‘just right’?

In point of fact, the next five days are much the same. While each night a different girl slides under the sheets with me, each day is pretty much the same. Oh, yes, we do go to Polomolok to see the Dole operation. We do go out to a beach ‘resort’ which is both nice and underwhelming… but the main thread is that these girls are dedicated to ‘not screw things up.’

Saturday, February 8^th, does come and, with it, Jana’s family arrives. Everyone is nice though few have any English. We have no incidents. That, in and of itself, is welcome news. No one other than Mel and Lexi’s mom is pushing back. And that doesn’t seem to be a real problem.

It is odd. The first few days here were ones of unending whiplash. This last week has been the exact opposite. This, this quiet life, is what my girls are showing me is to become the new normal.

And so, even with my impending departure on Tuesday, the 11^th, no one is acting like there is any crisis or concern. They keep peace and harmony in the house right up to Monday night.

While I will need some hobbies to keep me busy, I hope they are right. It is what I was hoping for.

During the day Monday, I give Lyn enough money to cover all expenses until June. I am quite sure she has never seen so much money in her life. While I can text her internationally, I am not sure whether she will be able to text me back. If I don’t get texts from her, I will have to try calling her. That will be expensive and a bit of a challenge.

Other than these Nokia cellphones, we have no way to keep in touch. Lyn has never used the Internet and I am not going to be able to bridge that divide now.

So, with a trip to the bank, I hand her money to put into her own account which we open then and there. She can take out what she needs, when she needs it, while not risking having it all stolen, as well might happen if she just has it all outside a bank account. I have her account number as well as my own here; I can wire funds as needed into either account.

So, Lyn can now pay the rent, utilities, cellphone loads, groceries, sundries. She can pay for the college classes I want them to sign up for. The girls know what they want to take now, but registration is not until May.

Monday night I have an unusual request from them all. They all want to join me in the bedroom. When I say all, I mean ‘all’. The young ones want to join us.

No, Lyn. No.

Craig, please allow it. The young ones, they are scared you not really want them.

I am not having sex with them and I am not having sex with anyone else with them in the room. So how is that going to work?

Lyn smiles. You have sex with me first, then we have everyone join us to sleep.

Oh hell, I guess it will be OK. And so, with my agreement, Lyn withdraws to inform the rest of them.

Ending my stay here in GenSan, inside Lyn, makes all sorts of sense to me. It is a nice closure to all that has transpired. I will be returning, but for now, this really is an end.

It has only been a little more than two weeks since I met Lyn. In these brief days I have made the jump from curiosity about the Philippines to a decision to stay.

It took me a long time to give up on my plan for a life in the Caribbean. It has taken almost no time to realize that this is the place for me.

While it might have happened in another way. It is these girls who made that decision for me, in a manner impossible to refute.

Yes, this most likely would have eventually been the place I chose, but it was their presence, in a huge way, which provided the proof of the rightness of the choice, while at the same time being totally unexpected… a clear proof of a blind spot in my understanding of how the world works.

Now, as I slide into a girl, [she can hardly be considered a woman, can she?] who has become quite possibly my de facto wife, out of all seven of them, there is a bizarre sense of homecoming in the act. Lyn’s warm, juicy pussy gives way to my cock without complaint. Her legs open wide for me without hesitation. Lyn and I are sure in our movements. Neither has anything to prove now.

She knows I value her in the most basic way there is to understand it. She is the recipient of my money. In her I have placed my trust. For her, there is no doubt.

For me, she is the glue that will hold all together until my return. She has proved her worth by meeting my needs with her actions.

My cock pumps in between her wet thighs. Her lips seek mine, her small tits jiggling below me. The bed squeaks. I can smell her. It is strange, but the smell does not argue for a shower to my nose. I find it arousing, erotic. It pushes me on.

She is mine. In a little more than two weeks I have collected seven girls who are all mine. Each of them, yes even each of the young ones, is mine. While I have not fucked, or even touched the young ones, there is no one stopping me, other than my own judgment.

I have never considered having sex with a child such as the three here, but they are seemingly willing. As I continue to fuck Lyn, my mind wanders to May, Jocelyn, and Katrina. Could I really bring myself to do it? Would it harm them? What would it do to me?

And what about Lexi’s friends? The ones she wants me to meet? My God, how many girls can one man have? Really… how many? This is already nuts. How much crazier can it get?

I must be getting amped up, because I am pounding Lyn harder and she is responding in kind. We are close now. She may already be over the edge. I have not been paying attention to her. I was in my own world.

I am so close now. Lyn is pure submission. I see it. I feel it. I know it. And my cum fills her as a coda to that gift.

Lyn does not move. She is happy and well fucked. In a way, I suspect she does not want to hide the evidence from the others.

But, move we must, at least I must. I am far too sweaty to sleep like this and the bed needs to be put back in a manner that allows others to join us tonight, though I am at a loss to know how we fit eight on the bed in a way that allows anyone to get any rest. I guess I will see.

And I do see. Amid a surfeit of giggling and playful jostling we do eventually make it, though nighttime trips to the bathroom are going to be a challenge.

Lyn’s promise, that the youngest three would be far from me, proved impossible to accomplish. I do have Lyn on one side of me and Mel on the other with Lexi next to Mel.

Jana is sort of down a bit toward the lower part of the mattress between Lyn’s legs and the edge of the bed.

The three young ones are all arranged between legs on the bottom of the bed and so I have May against my legs and the inside part of Lyn’s legs. On my other side of me between me and Mel’s legs is Katrina. Jocelyn is between Mel and Lexi’s legs.

I am wearing fresh boxers. While it is not nearly a chastity belt, I doubt the young girls will be as sneaky as a young horny boy would be if the roles were reversed.

I am not sure I am tired enough to sleep and this congested bed has me a little tense. I just don’t see how this is going to work. Still, I don’t say a damned thing as I don’t want to hurt feelings by selecting who must be kicked off the bed.

There is chatter between the girls. It is hardly making the getting of rest any easier. But the chatter slows to a few calls and responses and then it stops.

And then there is one more call. The responses are not vocal. I have hands on me; hands on my arms, on my neck, on my scalp, on my back, and on both my legs.

As the massage/attack continues, Lyn leans in and kisses me, all while she is massaging my neck and scalp.

Hands that were on my feet are now moving up my calves. Hands that were on my arms are now on my chest.

There is a hand on my left thigh, and then another on my right thigh.

It is far from painful. It feels great and I am hardly fighting it. I am luxuriating in the feelings. Never in my life have I ever experienced anything like this.

It is not stopping and now there are more lips on me. Lips on my chest, and on my legs.

A hand finds my member and strokes me to tumescence. My tryst with Lyn notwithstanding, I am both floating and horny, at the same time.

The stroking is more insistent and I sense lips there as well.

Lyn’s body now covers my chest as her kisses continue. The combination of Lyn’s loving and the actions below have me rolling in a sea of emotion and need.

Someone is mounting me. Ah, oh shit, it feels so damned good. Whoever it is has a hot cunt. It feels like my cock is on fire. In no time I am cumming and cumming hard.

The attack/massage gentles down and brings me to a soft landing. I do not remember the end as I am sound asleep.

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