The power of positive thinking
I get a text from Jake.
Nice night. My girls were impressed with what Maricar told the wives. You have a winner in Maricar.
I get three texts from the guys. The first one reads:
Holy shit. What did you people do to my wife?
The second one reads:
If this is what a whiff of competition does, what does real competition do?
The third reads:
Looks like I need to buy a lot more Viagra!
Tonight there is another mother daughter pair at our table. The daughter will be the youngest girl I have ever been with. Today is her fourteenth birthday. I was so worried about whether the day was real, I required the mother to produce the birth certificate for the girl. Sure enough, it is today. The mother is also young at 26. Yes, she got pregnant at eleven or twelve. It is possible, just not all that common.
This morning I walk over to the nursery and spend some time with the kids. I am a father for the first time in my life. Rather than one or two, I have seven. There is no sense of proportion. Ikay and Jovelyn are both pushing real hard for more babies. So are some of the women in the dorm. To my surprise, some of the dorm mothers are in the nursery helping with my children. I am going to have to chew on this information for a while. The fact is that there are more adults in the room than there are babies. My presence here today causes a major disruption, as there is a crush to get onto my lap. This has not been a problem before. Before some of them were still in cribs, not so any more. I announce a policy, youngest first. My edict creates a line instead of a crush and makes the mothers all happy.
I stay for three hours and have a great time with the kids. As I walk out, Ikay sidles up and points out that with all the extra help there is no reason why we shouldn’t start on the next round of children. I am confused. I have seven children she has two of her own, why does she want more kids? Ikay looks at me as if I am the most stupid bear in the forest. I guess I am, as I just don’t get it. If I ask Maricar, I will not get a good answer, as she is dedicated evidently, in me having more kids too. I decide to ask Joy. She has no investment in this in any direction. I text Jake that I’d like to ask Joy a question.
One of the things I really enjoy about the Filipino culture, as I learn it from those I know, is that there is a directness in it, between those who otherwise know each other. So while they can be very formal and polite in some settings, in others it is downright in your face. When Joy calls and I answer, the first thing I hear from Joy is ‘bakit,’ which means ‘why’ or in this case why do I need to talk with her. Her next words translate to, ‘what’s the problem.’…I smile. ‘Good morning to you’ goes through my mind, but not out my mouth. I explain it all to Joy and I hear, silence. Finally, Joy says, She will tell you when she is ready to stop.
I guess in an elliptical way I have my answer. We, I, are, am, about to have more kids.
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Ann is fourteen years and zero days old. She is 146cm tall and 37K in weight (you don’t know metric? approx. 4’9 ½” tall and approx. 83 lb). Her hair and eyes are black. She is slim. Her skin is smooth and neither particularly light nor dark as Filipinos go. Her teeth are bright white and perfectly straight. When she smiles, which is all the time, I get to see a lot of them. Her breasts are small buds and her ass is small. Her black eyes are big, as she looks at me with an open continence. To say that she is a virgin seems somewhat redundant except for the fact that in just a few moments she will no longer be a virgin. She is now naked and lying on my bed.
Her twenty-six-year-old mother, Lillian, is above her, also naked. Lillian’s back is propped up on a pillow at the headboard. Ann’s head rests on Lillian’s belly. Lillian’s legs spread out on their side of Ann’s shoulders and arms. Lillian’s hands rest on Ann’s shoulders.
Ann looks like an angel. I ask her, is she is ready to become my girlfriend. She tells me she is. I have KY again on my dick. I place my manhood at the tiny portal through which I must enter. I am not sure I will make it into the girl’s vagina. I am hard and I push. I am in and past what is left of the hymen. I must have shredded it completely.
Ann whimpers a little and Lillian strokes Ann’s hair, and rubs the girl's temples. I have stopped moving. Ann is as tight as I have ever experienced. She is also dry. If it isn’t for the KY, this simply would not be happening. As it is, I start in a little more and then back a bit. I hope Ann is getting some good feelings from this but at the moment I have no idea. I am afraid that it will be traumatic for the girl. Lillian continues to give a nice massage to the girl’s temples. I am ever so slowly working in and out. Ann’s face doesn’t change but her hips are rocking with me a bit. She is getting a rhythm. I kiss her forehead and ask: Are you OK?
Better than OK, Sir.
You like this?
I didn’t when you started, but it’s good now.
I know this is a dumb question, but it is what I ask. May I kiss you?
Yes.
I am stroking longer and evenly now, as I go in for a kiss. This little one puts her arms around me and pulls me in for a good sexy tongue working, spit swapping, kiss. Ann is holding me tight as I continue to fuck her previously virgin cunt. I roll us over and show her how to control the pace and the energy of the action. She is a fast learner and in just a few moments of adjustment is pounding her pussy on my pole. Her small breasts hardly move at all, as her hair flies with her efforts. She is so tight that she is forcing a stimulation that makes my plans to last a long time somewhat futile. Just watching this young one quite voluntarily impale herself over and over on my member is erotic. She isn’t dry any more. She is still the tightest cunt I have ever experienced, but it is now her juices that allow us to continue.
Lillian is just sitting on the bed. I reach out to her as her daughter is driving my pole up her hole. Lillian’s bottom stays where it is but she moves toward me and I pull her in for a kiss. She rolls so that her head is over mine and my hand reaches the back of her head and brings her in. Her lips are a delight. Her breath is warm. Her hands on my head are soothing. My dick is ready to explode in her daughter and the mothers loving lips and hands are driving me crazy as well.
My member feels like it has swollen a bit and I hear new sounds from Ann. Gasps, moans, ragged breathing and then a yip as I feel the results of an orgasm on my dick. I feel the girl’s cunt spasm on me, and the rush of hot liquid around my member. At the same time, I pull Lillian for more intense kissing. It takes just thirty seconds more for me to cum in Ann and make her entry into my life quite complete.
Lillian’s lips are still one mine. I pull back a second and tell her: Your daughter is now officially mine for the next four years and maybe more.
She will be yours until you die Sir Lawrence. You will see.
And do you think you will be mine until I die too?
Yes, that is our plan.
I have Lillian clean up both her daughter and me. She does, but for the life of me I don’t see any of my cum leak out of Ann. Ann is snuggled into my arms and I am holding tightly has her mother gives me head. How do you feel? I expect her to say good, or sore, or great or excited. What I don’t expect is what I hear.
Pregnant.
What?
You asked, ‘How I feel.’ I feel pregnant.
You’ve never been pregnant, even if you were and I can assure you that you are not, how can you know what it feels like?
I don’t know. I just know I am.
Why, why do I get hard as this? It’s fucking nuts. But hard I am and Lillian takes the opportunity to mount my pole. The females have essentially reversed their roles. However just because I am hard again does not mean I am close to cumming . No, I am a long way from cumming , but I have Ann in my arms and I am enjoying her lips and the whispers back and forth, as her mother does her best to get off on my cock.
Ann tells me that she decided she loved me the minute she learned “I” selected her and her family. I do not disabuse her that it was more Maricar and Imee who did the selecting. It turns out Ann has been pumping Jovelyn for information about me. She has also been ‘babysitting’ in the nursery whenever she hasn’t been in school. She whispers that she will be good to Maricar and be happy to help as a maid for us, if I will let her. She tells me she just wants to be as close to us as much of the time as we will allow it. All the while Lillian is pounding away. I feel her juices. I have felt two orgasms she has had. Her pussy is an oven now and I am getting close as Ann whispers to me that she wants to be kissing me when I fuck her mother in the ass tomorrow. How she knows I will do that I will find out later, but the thought that this young thing wants to be kissing me at such a moment is a visual picture that sends me over. I send ropes of cum into her mother.
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When I tell Imee the next morning that it is OK to give Jovelyn and Ikay the fertility drugs and she can take them too if she wants them, she laughs. Why?
We have been taking them for ten weeks. I decided it was time.
Jesus, Joseph and Mary! What the hell is happening around here? What do you mean you decided it was time? It wasn’t time ten weeks ago.
Well, it has been over a year now. The kids are over the age you set and we are ready. And it takes two plus months for the drugs to work, at least it did last time. So Jovelyn and Ikay are probably ready now. I took longer last time, so maybe another month for me.
I was going to excoriate her, and then I remembered Joy’s words and just let it go.
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This afternoon I ask for Ikay to join me in my bedroom. She arrives not sure why I called for her. She sees Ann in the room. Ann has been told to say nothing.
You want more children?
Yes Lawrence.
Well, get your ass on the bed.
Now?
Is there a better time?
It’s not very romantic!
And you taking drugs to get pregnant, for more than two months, is romantic? Get your naked ass on this bed so I can fuck you good.
Yes, Sir.
Ikay strips and hops onto the bed.
On your knees.
Oh! Not in my ass! I want to get pregnant!
Don’t worry. I would love to fuck you in the ass, but won’t because I guess it is my job to get you pregnant.
Ikay has bloomed into a beautiful woman. She doesn’t look a bit like her mother. I can only assume she takes her looks from her father’s side of the family. Her pussy is tight but the birth of twins has had an impact and she is not nearly as tight as she was. Still I am not complaining as I stand at the edge of the bed and ram my dick into her while mauling her tits. After a while, I leave her tits alone, and motion for Ann to come to me as I stand at the edge of the bed, cock still pounding Ikay’s cunt.
Ann approaches and I pull her in for a kiss before whispering to Ann: Get your naked cunt in her face.
Ann indicates agreement and proceeds to undress and climb onto the bed, getting in position to get eaten by Ikay. Ikay is no fool. When she sees a pussy, in front of her, in my bed, she knows what to do. Ikay goes down on, someone I am beginning to think of as, my little Ann.
Ikay’s mouth is busy, but Ann’s is unencumbered and the girl has an uncanny sense of what is going to get me off. Make her pregnant, just like you made me. Just like you made all of us this week. Make us all pregnant! We are all on the damned drug. We are all pregnant. Cream her. Make another one! Fuck her and give her more babies. Give us all babies. You have a golden cock now. Give us all your seed. Oh Jesus! I’m cumming from her damned tongue. Damn she is good! Jesus. Fill her pussy L-A-W-R-E-N-C-E!
And I do.
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Is it true? Has Imee been handing out the fertility pills to all of them? I find Imee in the nursery with her three toddlers. Imee I need an honest answer. Have you given fertility pills to everyone in the dorm?
She whispers, Not in here, my love. Let’s go for a walk.
Imee calls over to one of the mother’s from the dorm to assist her, speaks with the female for a brief time and leaves the nursery with me. We exit the gate in the direction of the nearest sari-sari store.
Lawrence, all the women were pressuring me for the pills. I know not to give them, but they push me every moment. So I go to the pharmacy…you know, the Mercury Drug on Aparente Street and I ask them if they have…what do you call them…sugar tablets? Yes? Well, they do and they will sell me 100 for ₱10. I buy 400 and pay ₱40. I give the pills out to the females in the dorm and tell them they only need one a week. So YES they THINK they are on the pills. But I not give them real ones! Lawrence, you know how expensive those real pills are! I cannot do such a thing without you knowing!
Imee, you are a very smart mistress. I am lucky to have you.
Lawrence I am your forever Mistress. I am not going to do anything to hurt that. Everyone else may leave, but Maricar and I, we will always be with you. We, the two of us, are your “forevers.”
Do you want anything from the Sari-Sari?
Hehe, no Lawrence.
We turn around and go home.
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Every other night I bed a new Mother-Daughter pair. There are 24 dorm suites and each is filled. It takes 48 days just to work through them all. Each one of these females is too damned beautiful for old, and not handsome, me. Of course each one tells me I am handsome, but I know better than to believe such bullshit.
During the afternoons, I have been ‘servicing’ Ikay, Jovelyn and Imee.
Maricar joins the bed the second night I am with each mother/daughter pair. But we have not slept alone for well over a month. I announce a week ‘off’ so that I can spend the nights with Maricar. That does not affect the afternoon activities. I gather there is some unhappiness from the dorm, but really!
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We have established a regular back and forth with Jake and his girls. Maricar, Joy, Rose and Imee have become close friends. I am curious about that, as Jake’s girls include other adults, Jun, Cherise , and (barely adult) Mitch and Abbey. But they are not part of this cross household group. Maricar seems to think that Jun and Cherise are more there for the children and the school. They love Jake, but for them it is different. The younger two have young friends. Their ‘man’ is Jake but their world is elsewhere.
Joy and Rose seem like wives to my two. They also seem the most protective of Jake. I find that interesting because I think Jake only sees Joy in that role. He tells me that Rose is essential to their household in many ways he had not even understood they needed until she joined them. He loves her, but doesn’t think she loves him, as much as she loves the family and her sexual access to the other women. According to my Maricar, Rose is 100% dedicated and in love with Jake but thinks he doesn’t love her. Oh fuck, my head is spinning. So Jake loves Rose and Rose loves Jake, but neither of them knows it. Only Joy knows it and nourishes it. Still they all make love with one another. Go figure! Are we as screwed up here? So they don’t seem to know it, but it seems to us that Joy is the anchor over there. Why doesn’t the guy marry her? He clearly thinks she is the best thing that has ever happened to him. Is that my bias showing through? My need to be married?
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The week has passed and I have sent word for Gloria and Corrine to join me. I get word back that there is a possibility that Corrine may be pregnant. Do I still want to see them? I suspect this is just wishful thinking. I do want to see them now, but I will wait a week, so I ask for Merlee and Laarni. I know Merlee can’t be pregnant. I get word back that they think Laarni is with child, and would I please pick another. This is nuts. I ask for Ann and her mother Lillian only to hear that both have missed their last two periods.
Imee!
Yes?
Are you sure those were sugar pills?
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