The Tribe of Lawrence
How can they be pregnant? You were giving them sugar pills! I am not happy. Maricar is about to break out some champagne if she can only find some. Imee is frozen in place and seemingly unable to speak. There are twelve mothers and daughters in the dorm, who claiming that they have missed a period, and may be pregnant. I think this is a case of hysterical pregnancy. Ikay, go to Mercury Drug and buy some early pregnancy test kits. Get thirty of them!
If those females are truly pregnant, it is high time I get a vasectomy. This is crazy.
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Well, it is bad but not as bad as I had feared. Of the twelve who claimed to be pregnant four are, eight are not. Among the four are Little Ann, and Laarni. All four are daughters, not the mothers. Ikay and Jovelyn are also pregnant. I can expect Imee to become pregnant. The four new girls were on sugar pills, so the likelihood of multiple births is around zero. The last time my three produced seven. This time I figure I might see somewhere in the range of ten to twelve when adding the new four girls. We will see. I ask once again to see Gloria and her daughter, Corrine, but once again there is pushback. Even though the early pregnancy test does not say pregnant, Gloria is not convinced.
Gloria asks to come tonight with Merlee instead of her daughter. I agree. I have not cum in Merlee’s pussy and based on how easily her daughter has gotten pregnant, I will stay out of her tonight. In the meantime, I decide to spend some time in the nursery.
It is the most amazing thing. These seven children are mine. To them I am something akin to a Godlike figure. All the females buzz around them all day: their mothers, a grandmother, a couple of aunts, and all the females from the dorm. The children see all the women as mommies. There is but one father. I am he and my arrival each time causes all other activities to suspend. So that the children get a head start on their language skills and as a way to make it easier for me to communicate with my children, we have instituted a language regime. Tagalog is the language spoken in the nursery each morning until noon. English is spoken exclusively each afternoon. Visayan is spoken after supper. I arrive in the afternoons and so my English is not a jarring intrusion. Clearly, my accent is different from the Filipino English the kids hear from the woman, but my children understand me as well as they can based on their ages. This arrangement is working well and improving some of the English skills of a few of the mother’s from the dorm.
Among the women in the nursery today are three of my pregnant girls from the dorm. They are not showing at this time. Each one looks fantastic. Is that a way of showing? I have heard it might be. About an hour into my presence in the nursery, they come to me as a group. Evidently, they want to know where they will be living now that they are part of my permanent household. As far as I am concerned, they are jumping the gun a bit, as there is a difference between pregnant and giving birth. They may lose the fetus. Still I do not want to mention that to these girls and so I have no cautionary note to sound. I tell them the truth, that the matter has not been fully resolved. There has never been a plan to make any of these girls pregnant and so I have not planned for the eventuality. Still it is clearly needed now and the matter will be resolved prior to the birth of the children. And yes, once the children are born, the mothers of the children go from girlfriends to lifelong Mistresses. Evidently, that is what they wanted to hear. I am smothered with kisses.
Ann is one of the three and of all the ‘daughters,’ she is both the youngest I have been with and the one to whom I am becoming most attached. I will have to process that.
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Dinner is over. Will Time, Big Time is over. I find myself in bed with Maricar, Merlee, Gloria and Imee. There is no way in hell I am going to satisfy all four of these women. They must know it.
Imee establishes herself first among equals. Merlee, Gloria and Maricar surround us, touching and caressing us, but it is Imee who is in my arms. It is Imee’s lips that are on my lips. It is Imee’s tongue in my mouth. It is Imee’s hands on my cock. It is Imee who pushes me onto my back and mounts me. Other mouths are now on my mouth, and then the mouths are withdrawn as Gloria’s pussy is lowered onto my face. I reach up and maul Gloria’s breasts as her pussy juices flow down my throat. I feel Imee reset herself on my pole and continue. I feel lips and teeth nibbling my ears. One of the nibblers has snaked a hand underneath my ass and is fingering my butthole. Imee’s tight cunt is squeezing my dick in magical ways tonight. With the fragrance of pussy in my nostrils, tongues in my ears and the masterwork my cock is receiving, I am having a hard time holding on to the cum I have. I want to hold back. I can’t. I flood Imee’s hungry pussy. I know she wants another baby. Maybe this time will be the tonic. I am done. Gloria’s pussy has squirted its last squirt for now and she dismounts from my face. I look down to see my Imee still astride me. But it isn’t Imee, it’s Merlee to whom I have given my deposit of cum! Please tell me you have just had your period.
No, I had it two weeks ago. This is my time to conceive.
I am pissed, Imee! What the fuck are you doing?
But it isn’t Imee who answers. It is my wife. Lawrence, I do this. I choose this to happen. I want Merlee pregnant. Her daughter is already pregnant, so they are staying anyway.
Why? There are enough children!
Maricar, Imee, Merlee answer in sort of unison: Not for us!
I lay back, spent for the moment, as the four females pleasure each other. Eventually Gloria moves over toward me and takes my manhood between her lips, attempting resuscitation. Twenty minutes later, she has succeeded. Taking her prize in hand, she repositions herself above me and mounts the newly revived pole. Imee will have to get her cum another time. Gloria refuses to get off when requested. She wants cum in her pussy and she’ll be damned if she is going to be denied that. This beautiful woman riding my old dick, is a sight to behold. In what world does a stunningly beautiful girl ride an old man’s cock while arguing with other beautiful women about who has rights to his cum and then looking that man in the eyes, tells him, no demands, that he get her pregnant? Well, that is happening now. I doubt I can cum at this moment. I decide the best plan is to get Gloria exhausted. I tell Imee and Maricar to suck and play with Gloria’s breasts and to play with her clit as she pounds my pole.
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It is a Saturday evening. Maricar will spend the night in the nursery. I have invited Eve, one of the mothers, from the dorm, whose eldest daughter, Marissa, did not become pregnant, to join me that night with Marissa. Eve walks in to my bedroom, with her youngest daughter. The girl’s name is Nicca. Nicca is twelve. I have not touched a twelve-year-old and Eve knows this. I am already in bed when Eve and Nicca walk in.
Eve drops the wrap she had on and is naked beneath it. Nicca also has a wrap. It is still in place as her mother climbs onto the bed with me and with ultimate confidence takes my member into her mouth and starts giving me head.
Eve, what are you doing? Nicca should not be here.
Eve, my member lodged in her mouth, says nothing. She says not a word to me but gestures to Nicca who now drops her wrap and joins her mother on the bed. Here is a diminutive version of Ann. She is shorter, lighter, and thinner. Her hair and eyes are perfectly black. Rather than being repulsed, which is what I want to happen, I am enthralled.
See? I can see you want her Lawrence. I dare you to send her away now that you see her like this. You are going to take her and I will help you. But when you do, we get to stay here forever. Do you understand? We will not give you children, but we will stay because you will take Nicca.
All while she was talking, she was positioning her daughter on my member. I am on my back because Eve has been giving me head. Now while still on my back, Nicca’s KY coated pussy is perched on my member. Her breasts are puffy little nipples. There are modest signs of development. A moment later, there is no sign of her hymen as she shatters it on my pole. The KY allows the entry, but the channel is so tight that it is a little painful for me. I am being squeezed so tight that I don’t think I can cum. I wonder what type of damage I am doing to the girl as she uses me as her private pogo stick. How does Jake do this? She is so small and tight! I am afraid of getting blue balls. I want to explode into this imp, but doubt I can, when I feel Eve holding my balls in her firm grip with her right hand. Eve’s lips are on my lips. Her left hand is on my head and playing with my hair. Eve whispers in my ear: Nicca is yours. She will do anything you ask, anything you want. You want her pregnant? Make her pregnant. You do not want? Give her the birth control. You want to give her to your friends? You do that. She is yours. You own her. We are yours and we stay with you now, forever.
Call me perverted. Call me sick, but the words and the lips and the girl’s pussy so completely and effectively devouring my cock pushes me over the edge, stranglehold on my member, not withstanding, I unload into Nicca so heavily that I am quite sure the load is pushed into every space in the girl’s uterus. If this girl does not get pregnant, it is not because she wasn’t completely and thoroughly drenched in a volatile sperm count. I might have poor swimmers, but this girl has swimmers everywhere inside her and it only takes one. What the fuck am I going to do with a pregnant twelve year-old?
I have cum but Nicca is so tight and I am so far in that her pussy muscles are holding me in, not ejecting me. Nicca collapses on top of me. I stroke her hair. I kiss the top of her head. Her arms encircle me. And I fall asleep.
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The morning finds me in exactly the same position with Nicca also so engaged. I open my eyes to see Maricar standing by the side of the bed looking at the scene. Seeing my eyes open she asks, Don’t you think she’s a little young for you Lawrence?
Evidently not, was my less than inspired reply.
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In the days that follow, every mother in the dorm knows what it took without pregnancy to become a permanent member of my household. Maricar is asked a number of times, am I requiring them to bring me their younger daughters? Time after time Maricar tells them I am not.
Imee tells me there has been a meeting called of all the mothers. She does not know what the meeting is about. With some level of fear, she calls Joy. Twenty minutes later Rose shows up and announces she is there to attend the meeting. Imee isn’t sure that her attending is a good thing but I disagree and send Rose over to the dorm without Imee.
The following is what Rose texts to us, embellished by my debriefing of her after the fact. I do not know which mother asks which question so I will use DM to signify some dorm mother is speaking.
The meeting is in progress when Rose enters.
DM: Why are you here Rose?
Rose: Because there may be a problem. What has happened?
DM: Lawrence has changed the rules. He now requires we give him our little ones for sex to stay here.
Rose: You were never supposed to stay here once your daughters aged out. Does he require you to do anything new to see your child through her school years?
DM: No.
Rose: I don’t understand what is this about the twelve year-olds?
DM: If we wanted to stay here beyond that, we could, by our older daughter or ourselves having a child by Lawrence.
Rose: But Lawrence has weak seed and needs his women to take fertility drugs to get pregnant. How did you expect to get pregnant?
DM: We convinced Imee to give us the pills too. It worked for some of us.
Rose: OMG, did Lawrence agree to you getting the pills?
DM: No. Imee said he would be angry.
Rose: Let me see if I understand this. Lawrence would never kick out a woman or her family if she had a child by him, so even though he did not want you to have his children you tricked him into giving you babies. When he found out what happened?
DM: He ordered Imee to stop the pills.
Rose: So where do the twelve year-olds come in to the problem?
DM: Eve brought little Nicca with her to Lawrence’s bed and told him that if he took Nicca, they would always stay with him. He took Nicca.
Rose: Eve, since we are talking about you, did Lawrence agree to your claim?
Eve: [no answer, silence]
Rose: Eve, I think we deserve an answer.
Eve: He didn’t say no, and he took Nicca, both that night and the next morning and for the next three days. She is still with him there.
Rose: I see. And yet, if you do not give him your daughter, you can stay until she graduates or leaves school, whichever comes first?
DM: Yes.
Rose: So what is the problem?
DM: I do not want to give him my little one.
Rose: So, don’t! He doesn’t require it. What is the problem?
DM: But we want to stay here!
Rose: That was never, ever, an option. You are asking for something that was never to be available to you. If I was Lawrence right now, I’d throw all of you out and ask Joy and Jake to find him mothers and daughters who would be happy with the deal that was offered. I am sure they have many ready to take your place. And just so you understand, every twelve-year-old, who stays at Jun’s school has sex with Jake.
DM: Are you going to tell him to throw us out?
Rose: I won’t have to. You girls seem to be doing a good job of making the people over in the big house really unhappy. You have taken advantage of the goodness of Lawrence’s heart. And you turn on him when he has done nothing other than keep his word, even when you scheme to change the rules.
DM: But Rose, we really do want to stay here.
Rose: Then stop complaining about what it takes. You know that when your twelve-year-old reaches the age of fourteen, Lawrence is going to take them anyway. You are behaving badly and acting as if you are special. None of you is special. End this meeting, go about your normal tasks and apologize to Imee, Maricar and Lawrence.
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The apologies do come. Along with that, however there is frankness about the hopes and dreams of these women. In truth, for each and every one of them, they have nowhere to go once their girls finish with school. Their current housing, food and quality of life is so far better than anything they had experienced, they don't want to lose it. I am sympathetic but once again, I am neither the government nor an NGO. This is beyond the scope of my obligation to these females. I am at least allowing their younger daughters to get a high school education. That is far more than they would have had otherwise.
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The night after Rose attended the meeting, Rosa and Eugeni come to my bedroom as previously established. Along with them, they bring Cheri (really, that is her name). Neither Rosa nor Eugeni are with child and so they are on the track to leave at the end of Cheri’s schooling. I have not promised anyone that if I take their twelve-year-old to bed that they can stay longer. Still that appears to be what they believe, even after Rose has spoken to them.
Cheri is a sweet child. She seems incredibly shy.
Cheri, do you know why your mother has brought you here tonight?
Yes, Sir Lawrence.
Do you want to be here?
She is silent.
Rosa, Eugeni, please go home. I will speak to Cheri more after you two leave. If she returns shortly, after you return there, accept her with open arms.
Eugina is about to put up an argument, but Rosa, shuts her daughter down and they walk out of my bedroom.
Cheri is standing in front of me, shaking.
Would you like something to drink? A Sprite? Yes?
I leave the bedroom along with Cheri. In the kitchen, I get a large bottle of Sprite out of the fridge, pour the girl a drink and put it on the supper table. Cheri is just standing there. As I sit down, I motion for her to sit as well.
Cheri, wouldn’t you like to go back to the dorm and just have a nice quiet night, forgetting that your mother ever brought you over here? Cheri is looking at me, with a mix of fear and confusion. She is not saying anything but does continue to sip her soda as she watches me intently. I am not angry with you. I do not want to hurt you. I do not want you to do anything to you or with you that you don’t really want to happen to you. If you are afraid of what your mother will do or say if you go back without anything happening here, I will protect you from any problems and make sure she does not punish you. Would you like to go home now?
No, Sir.
Why child?
Am I ugly?
No, you are lovely.
Really? You are not just saying that to me to make me feel better?
Yes I mean it.
Then why don’t you want me?
I feel that taking the virginity of someone so young, is, well, not always the best thing.
But you will if I want you to do it?
Why would you want me to do it?
We can stay here forever if I am your lover? Is that right?
Is that what you want?
Sir, me, my family, we never had enough rice to eat before we come to live with you. We never have a good, safe place to live before we come here. I never have a bed of my own, or a clean place to get water to drink. Sir, do you know how much you mean to us? We will do anything for you. We – maybe we wouldn’t do it if we were big celebrities – but we are not. Maybe if I am a princess I find a young handsome prince. For us, you are, all of us, our prince. You want more girls, so long as you still take care of us, OK, have more. You want babies. We are happy to give you babies, then we are your family. You want us as mistresses, all of us, OK. Take care of us and we are gladly your mistresses. I may be only twelve Sir, but I am not stupid. You save us from where we were. Our life has never been so good. You want to put yourself inside me and make me yours. I want to be yours! Truly Sir. I want it. My mother did not make me come tonight. I begged my mother to allow me to come. Make me yours and save me and my family for real. I want to be yours. Truly.
When a twelve-year-old little beauty speaks in paragraphs as clearly and succinctly as Cheri has, there is little to say that makes any sense. You, in your first world home, with your elevated sense of ethics and propriety, can say whatever you damn please. You can talk about how this child actually has other options, because of charitable organizations and governmental help…it’s all bullshit. None of it is really there, not for most of the people. You can talk about how I am abusing my power and I should not take advantage. I can take care of her without taking her. Well, OK, maybe that last piece is right, except for the fact that where there is no quid pro quo, they don’t trust it. This is a bargain that they understand, and I commit to, not out of 'some holier than though' bullshit, but out of self interest. You say I am a monster? OK…so why is your dick hard? Don’t have a dick? Is your pussy wet? You know what I am about to do, don’t you?
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