How many times does 66 go into 11?
It's backward. As a young man, I chased after the girls and they ran away. Rejection, after rejection. OK so eventually Nancy said yes, but, would I have been with Nancy all these years if someone else had said yes? It is highly doubtful.
Look at them. Czaren is showing the new two, where to put their things. It is completely orderly. As orphans, how many times have they been through this? This is yet another waystation. It is not where I will end up and so, even if they stay with me, it is not where they will be, except for a while. And then how long will I be around?
How long is that 'while'? I am sixty-seven. My dad died when he was eighty-three. Mom died when she was seventy-nine. How long do I have?
Little Chamille at eleven will only be twenty-seven if I live the extra sixteen years my father had. She will only be twenty-two if it is based on my mom. Maybe I will not live that long. Who knows? All I do know is that for them, I am yet another waystation.
Yes I have sexual appetite for them. That's my agenda. They have the need for safety, security, and a path to a future. If I am the vehicle, they are happy to go for the ride. They understand the price. Of that I am sure. Are they happy with the price, or do they see it as a price that simply must be paid? That I surely do not know. If I did, I would say so. I don't. I don't think Ron knows but, maybe I am wrong about that.
The girls are getting ready for bed. I do too. It seems that Czaren approves of my decision, as she comes over and pulls me down to her lips for a kiss. Me first for a little and then Ahna. Be careful with her. She is a virgin.
Huh, no seduction here. Marching orders?
Five minutes later, with the hum of an air conditioner and the more distant sound of vehicles without mufflers, horns, a few roosters crowing, and a bad karaoke voice, Czaren mounts me as I lie on my back. She moves up and down in short strokes, gathering up moisture from her body and transferring it to my dick as she goes.
She is tight and hot. Her body is warm on mine. I see her by the indistinct light of cell phone screens and what leaks through the windows. Her eyes are closed, her head is tilted up. She is biting her lower lip as she moves on me. Up... and down... up ... and down... as if to savor each sip of the wine our bodies produce. She knows she is soon to relinquish her place on me to a girl she has chosen to join us. Will it be a joyful act, or will it be tinged with regret that she needs the help and, therefore, must share?
I put my hands on her hips. Not to guide or demand but, rather to connect. To say, we are together in this. I am happy you are mine. I am, God help me, I am.
But now she gets off me, and guides Ahna. Ahna's pussy hovers over my dick. I am slick with Czaren's secretions. Ahna is likely dry. Czaren tells the girl to spit into Czaren's hand. She does and Czaren applies the spittle to the girl, and Czaren spreads Ahna's labia in an attempt to make my penetration easier.
Ahna lowers herself on to me, pushing her body onto my dick. Forcing it into her pussy.
I am past her hymen, I have to be. My glans are now inside of her. I feel the heat of her body. She seems to be holding her breath, then exhaling a bit and grabbing another breath. She pushes in farther. She exhales, rests, pulls back a bit and rams down hard.
Oh man. I am deep in her. Her first but, surely, not her last. For now, in this moment, she is most certainly mine. I am in her without protection, just as I have been with Czaren. Will my old semen make babies?
She pulls back almost all the way and rams down hard again and then wiggles around with me fully inserted. I see her, in the dim light, nod as if to herself, in conversation unheard by others and with an answer received.
She starts moving rhythmically up and down to some tune in her head. I have no idea where she is. All I know is the feeling of heat and moisture that envelope me and push me inexorably toward completion.
The soft outlines of the child on me moving, by her own logic, rather than by my command, as she finds fulfillment, drives my emotional response. We are two solo dancers executing pair fucking. Will the spectator/judges give her a 9.6 and me a 5.4?
We continue on through the minutes of pleasure, needing each other, feeling each other but, being essentially alone in the moments and the movements of our most intimate of connections.
As if by a telegraph from a distant shore, I get a message. Her body communicates imminent conclusion. My balls telling me, release will follow. My dick thickens a bit and, hardens more if that is even possible. Maybe it is just a sensation.
I feel her spasms. I feel her body's ecstasy and my cum is forced into her. It drives a second event for her and then she collapses. Her mission completed.
The three gather around my body and drift off to sleep to the sounds of the air conditioner, the noisy vehicles, the roosters and the bad karaoke.
Morning arrives. The sun is streaming in the windows and three school girls are gone. A breakfast of banana, sweet rolls and instant coffee awaits me as I shower and prepare for the day.
Sitting down with my morning bananas, I pick up my phone. The email app on my cell phone tells me I have a message in Gmail. I click and open it.
It's a letter from an attorney but, not the one Nancy and I have used in the past. Still, I recognize the name. How the hell? ... Ah, Ron! Ron contacted the guy. This is the guy who Ron used in his divorce and yeh, sure, he remembers Nancy. He says it is a violation for him to solicit business. So he is just writing to say hi, as Ron has asked him to do. (wink, wink). OK, I get it. Below his email, he has included one from Ron which includes what we have put on the notepad. The guy has everything.
I email back and suggest that I would like to hire him to represent me in a divorce action. That's all I say and send it off. It is almost eight in the morning here and that makes it close to eight in the evening there. He will see it in the morning.
You know, a guy could get addicted to these little bananas. They're damned good; instant the coffee, not so much.
Sitting in this apartment, I look around. It's OK for a bit but, I want the space and the ease of a house. I look around some more and note what I do not see. There is no dirt, no mess. Nothing stacked up. It is immaculate. There are three girls living with me now and you could not tell that there was anyone other than me living here by looking around right now.
Thinking about it, it was the same at Ron's place. You could eat off the floors. I am about to check a web site when a new piece of mail arrives. I'll be damned, it's the attorney.
Hi Harvey,
OK, I need a dollar retainer. We can do this by credit card if you like but, I have Ron's PoA and he said I can take a dollar from his account here if that would work. It will so, if you want, I will do that tomorrow. With that you have legally retained me. Next I am sending you a document that must be notarized. Ron says you will need to fly to Manila for that. FedEx the document back to me. From then on I can handle it all from here without any problem.
Best regards,
John
P.S. Ron says your wife is out of town for a few months visiting your kids. Do you want me to get her served while there?
There is a form I need to sign attached. I send an email back telling him to take the dollar and I will square it up with Ron here. And yes, I tell him to get her served ASAP.
I check the embassy website and make an appointment for a notary.
I book a flight to Manila two days from now and book a hotel room for one night. By the time my watch tells me it is ten, it is all done.
I text Ron and fill him in. He sends Jenny over to help me scout out some more properties. She is wanting me to get serious but I can't until my house is sold back in the States and say as much to her.
I get a, 'you're so stupid' look. Sarah lend you the money, You pay her back when you get it. No problem. You can do this now.
Have you checked with her?
Do not be difficult.
We continue to look. Many places I just don't like. A few are ridiculously expensive. But two are for sale that I find interesting.
I meet with the attorney that Ron used here to do the land lease and building purchase on his place. He will contact the two owners of the properties I am looking at. Both are listed as 'rush sales' and so these folks need money right now. They are motivated to sell at a discount. This is not Blue Sky. This is, 'the sky is falling.'
One of the properties is not too far from Ron, the other is a ways off but, in truth either is fine by me. One has five bedrooms and the other six. Both sit on a fair piece of land and have well water. Both were built by foreigners who have died. The widows want the money and will live in far smaller places going forward.
It has been a busy day and Jenny drops me off at the apartment. Since I have already 'met' with the attorney I don't need to travel to Ron's tonight. I get back only fifteen minutes before my three arrive via tricycle. Czaren immediately asks for some cash so that they can prepare a supper. That done Ahna and Czaren leave the house. Chamille puts the rice up and starts chopping up some carrots, onions and garlic that she retrieves from the fridge.
There is no coyness, no flirting, no quick glances. I am ignored. She is all about the task at hand. My other two arrive ten minutes later with plastic bags filled with various vegetables, a bag containing which looks like chunks of chicken parts, and a plastic bag containing, what looks like, a broth type of soup. I find it amazing that the soup isn't leaking out of what looks to be the very thin piece of plastic.
Less than half an hour later, supper is on the table and while once again, visually it will get no awards, the taste is very good. Czaren starts to say something in Tagalog to Ahna but, Ahna stops her and says, English Ate. He needs to know what we say!
Czaren has been corrected but, with respect. No harm done.
As the supper dishes are cleaned and put away, the phones the girls have, light up with messages. Czaren reads something on hers and then looks at me. You find us a house?
Maybe. I don't know yet.
Yes. You find it. The lady who own it say yes to your attorney.
How can you know this?
Friend from school is niece of the owner. She hear her Tita talk to the attorney. She agree. We are close to Sir Ron's house.
You talk about this at school?
We only say you adopt us. That you are a good man who is lonely and you adopt us. It OK.
I see. I hope so.
Yes, it OK, really!
My phone is ringing. It is Ron.
You know too?
Well, I guess so. Tamal just told me. Looks like we will be damned close, and almost, neighbors.
This is happening so fast. Ron, I fly to Manila in two days. I am going to need a car. I can't put the three girls behind me on a motorcycle, even if these Filipinos do it. A tricycle is too slow. I don't have access to my money yet. I need to slow things down.
Relax, Sarah has more money than she needs and can cover you until you get your funds and reimburse her. There is an SUV that Isuzu sells that is at a good price. Sarah has expensive tastes, and didn't want it but, it is less than half the price of the Pajero. It will take your tribe, no problem, and it has the ground clearance that the sedans don't have.
OK, when I get back.
Not pushing but advising. If you purchase it tomorrow, it will not be prepped and ready to take delivery on until the day after you get back. If you wait until you get back, well, add three to four days beyond that.
No kidding?
No kidding.
Come by tomorrow and help me with it?
Done.
The girls are looking at photos of the place their friend has posted on Facebook.
Czaren ask, How many bedrooms?
Six.
Who else you are adding?
None why?
Six bedrooms.
Czaren that doesn't mean we fill them.
If you have them, they will fill.
You three are plenty for me! I don't want to add anyone else.
No choice. We can't do a house that big!
Oh. Well, then I won't buy it.
No! You agreed. Bad to not do it now. It will make problems.
Is this what happened to Ron? He gets a big house and the females follow?
I leave the girls to look at the photos and text with their friend, while I look at US based websites. Ron sends me a link to a sex story site. The page that comes up, is an index of stories about things in the Philippines. Might as well read one.
I am half way through a story about a guy named Jake and a gal named Joy, when Czaren tells me it is time for bed.
I shower and get into bed. The girls are already asleep. I settle in. The next few days will be very busy.
I know I have drifted off because I have just been awakened by a hand on my leg. It reaches out and touches my dick. There is murmuring and then another hand. I am being stroked. I am getting hard. A mouth encompasses my dick and I feel the saliva from a hot mouth. And then the cool air from the air conditioner as the mouth withdraws. One of my girls is climbing aboard. I cannot tell in the darkness of the room. And then a glint from a flashing LED on a cell phone makes it clear, just has she descends on my dick, that it is Chamille who has just lost her virginity at the tender age of eleven. I am fully aware that this is beyond wrong. And yet, I have not put her on my dick. She did that. I know to all outside this room it is a meaningless distinction.
I did not want to make love with this one. I did not see how an eleven-year-old, could even be awakened to the sexual needs, desires, and wanting, that is part of the package as we mature. I did not expect to 'want' her. But she is getting off on me, without my doing a damned thing. I am feeling things I could not imagine feeling; a desire for this little creature.
My dick cares little about the law. It is encased in the tightest of hot pussies and it is supremely happy and hard. Chamille rides me without a seeming care in the world. Her grunts are not of pain but sexual in nature. Her body is affixed to mine and in no way desires separation.
She fucks until it appears her legs are giving out. But she does not want me to pull out. When I try she screams, No!
I calm her down. I promise I am not trying to stop her. She is breathing hard. She tries to start her pumping again but her legs hurt. She whimpers.
Holding on to her, I literally lift her up with me, as I get off the bed. I lie her back down on the edge of the mattress while I stay standing but inside of her. I am afraid of crushing her. So standing there, I start fucking her without lying over her. My God, she is tight. But I can move in and out. She is grunting again. She starts vocalizing, Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! And then a Oh God! Her pussy just about rips my dick from my groin. The pressure is intense. As it releases me, I ram in hard over and over. Just as I hear what is likely an advertisement of the impending orgasm, I cum. Sending her into an orbit that I can only dream of but will never know.
I have just had the most amazing sex. It should never have happened. How do I square this with the universe? Her desire for it does not mitigate my fault. It matters not one whit that she instigated it. I am the responsible party. She cannot be. And yet, she knows and I know that this will not be the last time. It is only the first time.
I have three girls and she is making it clear that the statement and the reality match. From now on there will be no differentiation. Should Czaren add more to the house, it matters not as much. She has claimed her spot. I have put more cum in these three pussies than I have in my wife's in maybe the last decade.
And math wise, I have proved the impossible. Sixty-six goes into eleven innumerable times.