Tectonic Plates
Alissa’s hymen is no more. The bloody evidence is on my cock. I have just deflowered a girl not even twelve yet! This is fucking nuts. This is beyond weird. On a multitude of levels, I did not want this to happen. Clearly on at least one level I did, or my cum would not be intermingled with her blood. Ikay is in my ear again. Did you like her Lawrence? Is she as tight as I was that first time? Will you make her a mistress? Do you want other young ones now? We have some open dorms. We could work with Joy to get some families with really young daughters. Would you like that Lawrence?
Ikay, how much trouble are you trying to get me into? And you, Maricar, why did you do that?
Maricar says nothing and motions toward Alissa. My wife is correct. Any such talk will have to occur outside of the child’s earshot. I shift around and take the little one in my arms. This must be the right thing to do, because Alissa now in my arms grabs tight on to me. And so with Alissa and me holding tight, Ikay at my back and Maricar to her back, we all fall asleep.
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I have always believed that mornings are useful in finding the path forward. That has always been true both on a simple physical level, and on the theoretical level. This morning, physically I am seeing things in no better a light than I did last night. I would say I was in a tight spot. In this case, the tight spot is Alissa’s pussy, which I am so profoundly inside that there can be no question as to my intentions. This small faerie and I are engaged in some straight forward fucking. She has her legs wrapped as well as they can around my middle, her arms are around my neck. My head is above her so there is no kissing. Alissa is beneath me. I am keeping my weight, as best I can, off the girl, but smashing my dick into her does come with some of my poundage. Alissa is egging me on. She is a talkative partner, telling me how I have stuffed her. How she will always feel empty when I am not in her. Telling me, she needs me, just as much as her mother needs me. Telling me, I have been a bastard for making her wait so long for this.
Her vaginal walls are squeezing me. Her vaginal juices are actually flowing. Clearly, she is old enough to have her body respond. It is not her body I worry about, it is her mind. The fact that I did not seek this out, that ‘it took a village,’ is of little comfort. The concern, the worry, is probably prolonging my ability to resist cumming. Is that good or bad. Would it not be a lot better for me to just cum, and be done with this?
Alissa is breathing hard below me. I am now worrying about how sore she will be later. I am about to ask her as we continue this mating dance, but she is now yelling, ‘Cum in me! Cum now!’ Hearing that from a girl I am inside, who is squeezing the bejesus out of my dick inside her hot wet pussy and who has yet to turn twelve, is enough. I give Alissa her morning load of cum.
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Barako coffee, my milk/cream concoction, a pandesal roll and a mango is on the table for my breakfast. I have had a shower. I am in my usual shorts, short sleeve shirt and inside the house sandals. Down toward the middle of this long table, there is a bowl of shrimp fried rice and a bowl of chicken adobo for others who might wander through. The room is empty of others and I sit there, enjoying the breakfast and pondering over all that has transpired. I think it is necessary to be honest here. Why else write any of this down.
I found myself immensely enjoying fucking Alissa. Maybe I should say, ‘age not withstanding;’ but I don’t think that is it. Because age was a part of the enjoyment, part of the excitement…no, no, not the thought that she was that young! No! It was the youth itself. Her appearance. The physical nature of it all. Her size. It was…awesome. It was so, so wrong. I know I should not have enjoyed it. I did. Just as I wondered last night, I am sitting here wondering again…what happens next?
The morning has not brought any clarity. I decide to, not decide. I decide to leave any thought of what should be done, what has happened, what will happen, and put it all aside for now. ….Or at least that is my intention as my cell phone rings.
Hi Jake.
Lawrence, I hear you had quite the time of it these past few hours.
Loose lips sink ships. Whom do I get to fry for this?
[Jake is laughing on the other end of the connection] Sorry, but I don’t think you want to fry little Alissa just yet do you?
You mean she called you?
No, I mean she called Rosemarie who promptly ran in here and told me.
Jesus. OK, so no one gets fried. And you called because?
Well, as you are no longer a virgin, I figured you needed a little pep talk. It can, sort of, freak you out, taking a girl that young, or do you disagree?
No disagreement. I am there right now.
Well, I figured as much. You know what the hardest part is?
Yes, I do. It is that I liked it and will want to do it again.
Bingo! Always knew you were a bright one!
Ha, ha. The other part is that I got shanghaied into it. I had no intention of allowing it to happen.
Who shanghaied you?
Maricar and Ikay.
Hummm, I can see that. They were establishing the right to set your table as your prime mates. No one can, except Maricar. Ikay with Maricar…that is a potent combination.
I guess that makes sense. I never intended to cede that right. But I guess Maricar has the right inherently. I will have to think about that.
You do that and don’t be hard on anyone this time!
Huh.
Come over next week for a foursome dinner…you, me, Rosemarie and Alissa. We will take our girls out to Jollibee’s.
Good grief…OK. See you next week.
Time to go upstairs and try to write some of this down.
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My God, the kids are raucous today. It is impossible to settle them down for reading time. Someone gave them some sugary candy after lunch. That is not a good idea. I growl pretty damn hard on the females and see to it that it does not happen again. Maricar looks on in stunned amazement.
When I am done with them, I grab hold of Maricar’s arm and walk her out of the nursery. We need to talk about what happened with Alissa. I want to know why you did what you did.
You enjoyed her, so why do you ask?
Maricar, I have not gotten angry with you, even when for all those years, things were not as good as I had hoped for. But right now you are making me angry. Why did you do it?
Because Alissa begged me. Because you were really making the child think there was something wrong with her. Because you wanted to but were afraid. Why were you so afraid of the child?
I was afraid that I would like it.
Huh?
I was afraid that I would like it. If I did, then would someone bring me an even younger girl? Might I like that? How young would they become? It has gotten out of control.
Oh. I do really wrong?
Yes!
Because you liked it?
Yes, because I REALLY liked it…and now I am thinking of even younger girls!
How young?
I don’t want to say.
I am sorry Lawrence. I do wrong.
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I am in the SM Mall. All around me are the average Filipino shoppers. Many of them with their children in tow. Many of the children are pre-adolescent females. I never even looked at such a child before. If the child was not mine, I had no reason to do so. But today is different. Today, this retired old doffer is scoping out the little girls. I no longer see innocence. I see untapped potential. All around me, I see little angels I want to fuck. It is like my brain has been rewired. This is not good!
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I am struggling to understand what is happening. I used to think of Jovelyn and Ikay as young. Now I am thinking of them as women…but then I rationalize, they are 19 and 18, they are women…OK but Cheri? She is not a woman, yet her breasts, small though they are, exist as does a little flair at the hips. On the purely rational level, I know they are children, but there are portions of my brain that are arguing, they are no longer children. And that same section of my brain is seeing pre-adolescents as desirable. In the last week I have bedded Ikay twice and Jovelyn three times. I have been with Alissa, and Ann and Cheri and Nicca and Anita. None of these seems young enough anymore!
Today I am both frightened and excited. Maricar and I have a small ‘loan’ business. We loan money on short terms with significant interest. Typically, we secure some type of collateral. Today, Lisa, a relative of Maricar’s is coming over to the house to ask about a loan. I suspect she has no collateral. She wants ₱40,000 for three months. In the past, I don’t think I would be interested in providing the loan. But she has a cute eight-year-old, named Becca. Something inside just seemed to click and I agreed to see what can be done. I already know this is wrong. I already know I should say ‘no’ to the woman and just walk away. She will be here any minute now. I am fidgeting. I am getting an erection. Shit.
I hear commotion in the hallway; Becca and her mother enter my home/office. I should be ignoring Becca and addressing Lisa. The opposite is happening. I invite both into the office. I point to a chair for Lisa and tell Becca that she will be happier on my lap. Up on to my lap she comes. My arms arranging themselves around the girl. As Lisa explains her need to me, I am stroking the inside of Becca’s right thigh, in full view of her mother. My hand is sliding underneath the hem of the child’s short dress. Lisa continues on with her presentation. She clearly needs the money and there is even a chance I will get my investment back. But there is significant risk and she has no real collateral. My hand is completely under Becca’s dress and inside her panty. I am doing this in front of Lisa. I make no attempt, to hide my actions. Lisa must know where my hands are, but makes no move to tell me to stop or get my hands off her daughter.
What thing will you give me to provide me with assurance that you will pay the investment back? I am saying this at the same time that Becca’s dress has ridden up and in plain view of Lisa, my hand is inside Becca’s panty and on her pussy.
I have nothing Lawrence.
I push down Becca’s panties and remove them from her legs. Her bare pussy is in full view of her mother. My hand fingering Becca’s pussy is in full view. You have an older daughter, age 18, you call ‘Lovey,’ is that right? I slide my finger all the way into Becca’s pussy, breaking her hymen. There is blood on her thighs and my hand. I am now frigging the girl.
Lisa acknowledges she has an older daughter. She is watching my finger fuck her eight-year-old daughter. She is saying nothing about this.
I will keep Becca here with me until the loan is paid off. Then she may return to you, if she wants to do so. If you fail to make an interest payment, you will send Lovey to me. Do I make myself clear? Do you still want the loan?
Yes, Sir Lawrence. I will do as you say. Yes, I still want the loan.
Good, now come here, get on your knees and teach your daughter how to suck my cock and swallow my cum. But before that, take off your clothing and take off the rest of your daughters clothing. Lisa is neither pretty nor ugly. She is plain and I have no desire for her. Becca is cute. That does not mean she will grow up to be cute. Most likely she will grow up to be plain like her mother. I do not intend to add Becca to anything permanent here, but I am going to fuck her for a few months before I return her to her mother. Maybe she will fill the need I feel. The thing about Lovey, is more to motivate the mother. I am sure Lovey is probably a virgin. I know she is in College. My taking Lovey at the girl’s prime and Lisa’s only other daughter, is the inducement to not screw up.
Lisa and Becca are naked, squatting, in front of me. Lisa doesn’t seem to know much about giving head. But, at least she is taking the fear out of the process for her daughter. I stop them, hitching up my shorts, I walk over to the office safe and remove ₱40,000 from it and hand it to Lisa. I tell Lisa to go and on her way out ask someone to send Cheri to me right away. Becca is still naked. I am in my shorts, as Lisa, now dressed, leaves the office with her loan.
I put Becca back on my lap and frig her some more until Cheri enters. The sight of my frigging an eight-year-old stuns Cheri for a moment. She gathers herself together before asking what I need.
Strip down, come here and show Becca how to give me head. Giving head is something at which Cheri is very good. She is also sensitive to the limitations of this smaller child. Cheri instructs on the concept of actually sucking. She teaches the girl how to hold my balls. My nuts are getting tighter and tighter. Cheri knows me well enough to make sure that it is Becca’s mouth, that is on my member when I blow. And blow I do, sending ropes into that little mouth, Cheri right there by her ear, reminding the child to swallow which she does.
I am not fully hard, but also not fully soft as the last of my cum is being milked of the remaining cum. Cheri runs across the hall, quite naked, retrieving my tube of KY jelly from my nightstand. Squatting down again she greases up my member and Becca’s labia’s, both major and minor. She positions Becca on the edge of my desk, her ass barely on and her legs hanging down, and then signals for me to finish up. As I approach Becca, Cheri is stroking my member. I am hard but not fully inflated. Cheri, my member in hand, introduces my cock to Becca’s pussy’s outer lips. I take it from there. I have no way of knowing if I will fit into this child, but my desire overrides any sense I have and I ram my dick into the girl’s pussy.
Through all of this Becca has been silent and compliant. Not so now. If there was any hymen remaining, it is obliterated. Becca wails bloody murder. Then the wails stop and some quiet sobbing begins. I am all the way inside Becca. I remain still, for couple minutes. The sobbing has stopped. I pull out the briefest of amounts. Becca grunts. I repeat the action, and then again. I increase the stroke a bit each time. Becca is accommodating my size even as I expand inside her. I have never in my life been inside anyone so tight. If I had not cum by mouth, I would not be able to hold off. As it is, I am a long way from cumming. I motion Cheri to come to me. When she does I pull her in for a long kiss as I am fucking Becca. Cheri whispers in my ear, How young you want them Lawrence? There are more you can have.
I whisper back while fucking Becca, What do you mean? There are more?
There are…there are cousins, friends, sisters of friends. Oh Jesus! My pole is growing! I am going to blow…I grunt, I bellow, I ram into little Becca with no regard for her, and then I send ropes of cum into her under-developed pussy. Even after the cum is all spent, I am still pumping into Becca’s pussy. Finally I calm down and pull out. Cheri, pulls Becca off the table, has the child squat and teaches her how to clean my member with her mouth. Cheri whispers in my ear again… I will take your fuck toy and put her to bed.
As the two walk out of the room, I pull up my shorts. They are just barely buttoned, when Maricar walks in. She looks ashen faced. What you do to Lisa? What you do to Becca? Lisa say she and Becca your whore now.
At this moment, by all rights, I should be so limp as to be useless. But as the thought of Lisa and Becca being whores, echoes through my brain, old glory starts to fly. I grab Maricar a little harder than needed, push her forward over the edge of the desk. Pull up her dress, pull down and off her panties, and grabbing the tube of KY still sitting there, anoint Maricar’s ass. Lawrence! What are you doing! Lawrence?! And I plunge my cock deep into my wife’s ass. Ramming her as hard as I can. I pull her dress off her shoulders. I pull her bra away from her breasts and I continue to pummel her ass. I maul her breasts. I am out of control.
Yes they are my whores now! Be good or you will be my whore too! And then, I let loose cum inside my wife’s ass. Do not disobey me again Maricar. If I say ‘No,’ it is ‘No.’ You will do as I say. Do you understand?!
Maricar is crying, but not from hurt. I think it is from fear. Yes, yes I understand. I am sorry Lawrence. I learn my lesson.
Maybe you do. I do not know. But the damage you have caused cannot be fixed. Things have changed forever.
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