I feel the earth move under my feet.
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down.
An eight-year-old is as far from what I ever thought I wanted, as it is possible to get. I don’t find eight-year-olds sexy. I don’t find them alluring. I don’t find looking at them stimulating. It is the power, I feel. The power of taking these girls in front of their mothers, or with their mother’s acquiescence, that I find sexually stimulating. It is perverse. I am perverse. I know this. I have not one excuse for it.
Still as Becca sleeps in a room, just doors from here, I am thinking about taking her again. I am wondering if Cheri is right about there being many more. I am wondering what I must do to avoid being arrested. Worse yet, it will be only a few more years before my oldest children are eight years of age. I have to get a handle on this! But, I also need to get a handle on ‘my’ females. They have too much freedom currently, the way we do things. I didn’t want to be the Master, as Imee would have had me be. Now I see I must be some sort of Master. Things are out of control.
This ‘retirement’ has changed me in radical ways from the man I was when I first moved here. I need a ‘time out.’ I need to get out of here.
For the first time in many years, I need time away from Maricar. Jake has told me about a place he has, a little out of town. I call Jake to see if the place is available…it is…he asks how long I will need it. I tell him a month. I am to stop by and pick up the keys to the gate and the house. I can have it for the month.
I decide to take some of the girls with me. Using Cheri to convey the messages, Rosa, Gloria, Alissa, Cheri, Nicca and Becca are to pack and get ready to be with me. We will leave at 1PM.
I find Maricar.
I am leaving for a month.
Where will you be?
Away from here. I need to think.
You do not want me with you?
No. I don’t.
When you leave?
In an hour.
You leaving me for good?
No Maricar, you are my wife. I will never leave you for good. But I do need some space to sort some things out. Things have to change and I need time away to understand what I need to do.
I am scared Lawrence.
We are both scared Maricar. That is why I am leaving. I need to figure out what must happen to keep us safe and together.
Will you text me?
Maybe next week…I cannot promise.
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The house is about 10KM out of town along the national highway, and on the way to the airport. It is far from Jake’s own place. I understand that it is used, heavily, by Jun’s school. The place needs a bit of cleaning. Under Rosa’s watchful eye, all the girls go about making the place spotless.
I do not have a plan. I hope I will have some clarity and a plan by the time I leave here and return home to Maricar and all.
Of all the women, I lie with, and who do not care for the children in the nursery, it is Rosa, who will do as I say or even as I request, without editorial comment. That is what I need, for the moment. There is a TV here, but no antenna. It connects to a Magic Sing karaoke machine. There are a couple of fat books in English. One is a biography and the other appears to be a mystery novel with an odd title. There is a pamphlet about the Filipino culture with a note tucked inside the front cover to a guy by the name of Sam. Evidently, Sam is someone Jake knows, as the note has Jake’s signature at the bottom.
Maybe I will have time to read while I am here. It seems like an interesting prospect. The females are confused. They do not know why they are here. They do not understand what has transpired. Becca, without an understanding of what is normal around me is without wonderment. I cannot say that about the others. I see a little panic in their faces. What no one can understand is that there is a war going on in my head. It is not, what I want against what I should. If that had been the case, the result would have been easier to resolve. No, this is of competing wants and of a do not want. I both want and do not want Becca. I am revolted. It is by my own behavior. Without the anger component, of the mother sitting there, and me twisting the metaphorical knife via the daughter, I do not want Becca at all. I do not want a female who is too young to respond with her own juices to sexual stimulation. If they are too young to be so stimulated, then they are too young for me. And yet…and yet, my hands roamed the child with impunity and unspecific desire. This is one of the things that needs to be resolved, but it isn’t the only thing. My females, the ones I have already taken, must stop trying to please me by adding others to my bed. If they think they are currying favor, they are wrong. If they think it gives them power with me, it does not.
I chose Rosa and Gloria because they will not try to influence me. They already surely learned that lesson. The younger ones, less Becca, all do get wet when I touch them. They are, or at least have been, my lowest age limit. They want the sexual attention. Becca is simply too young. A number of parts of me knows that and truly believes that. It is not a fey claim, but, there is this one part that still lives within me that is touching the child in all the wrong places.
To have a plan, I need to first deal with my inner contradictions. What do I want? Without contradiction, I do not want Becca to associate sexual contact with fear, punishment or pain. I have probably failed at that already.
Can I turn that around? Maybe what I need to do is have her watch others enjoying sex. Sideline her from the painful (for her) parts and have her participate with the other girls as a little helper to the Ate’s, Tita Gloria and Tita Rosa, who are now in her life. Well, at least it’s an idea. I will speak with the others and see if they ‘get’ what I am trying to do. I will make that the ‘reason’ they are here, as their narrative.
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I have spoken to Rosa and Gloria. They know that Becca is not to touch me at all. She is to assist them and the other girls. They are to take Becca to the beach, to the market, to a movie in town…bottom line, make sure she has fun. Make sure she feels safe and welcome as much as possible. They are to talk about how much they want to lie with me, and how good sex feels when you get older. Make it clear that it is just too bad she is too young to enjoy it. They are also to explain the plan, in Tagalog, to Alissa, Cheri, and Nicca.
Rosa and Gloria seem to get at what I want and assure me that they can do this. I hope they are right.
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Only twenty-four hours have passed. Gloria and Rosa, have taken Becca to the mall and a movie. It is about 2pm. Alissa, Cheri, and Nicca are all in my bed. They have decided to give me a massage, all three at the same time. This will be a very different type of massage. I am on my back, my member tumescent. Alissa mounts me, face towards me. Nicca is kneeling, facing Alissa, her knees just above my head as she massages my temples. Cheri is somewhere below Alissa and is kneading my feet.
It would appear that they do not want me to cum. They just want to keep me hard. Their plan seems to be working. Alissa’s wet pussy is heaven, as she slides up and down. Her visage is of an angel. Under other circumstances, her tight pussy, and her youthful beauty would push me over the edge. The massaging is keeping that from happening. I am not working much, as Alissa is riding me. We continue with this barely breasted beauty squeezing my dick as she gets off multiple times. After a good ten minutes, my loins are soaking from her female ejaculation. Alissa is wiped-out. She trades positions with Cheri who trades with Nicca who mounts me. Nicca is every bit as tight as was Alissa. Nicca has a mouth on her and she is talking to me as she fucks me. Do you want to see my belly grow Lawrence? Do you want to suck milk from my tits? Is my pussy tight for you Lawrence? God Lawrence you are so big in me. We are yours Lawrence. Yours for life.
Watching lovely Nicca bounce her tight slick hairless pussy, up and down on my member is enough to send me into semen deposit mode. But the massage continues to do the job of keeping my fires banked as Nicca gets off big time.
Cheri finally climbs aboard as the other two fall into each other’s arms and start a highly erotic girl-girl show for me as Cheri’s tight cunt squeezes my cock for all its worth. Cheri is smiling and laughing between gasps and squeals. I am going to get your cum Lawrence. You are going to give it to me. I am the one for you Lawrence. Give me your hot cum Lawrence. Fill me up Lawrence. A am your little fuck toy, Lawrence. Give…it…to…me…!
And I do.
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When Rosa, Gloria and Becca return, I have just finished reading the pamphlet that Jake left for Sam. There is nothing there I do not know, but while it is a true characterization of the country, it is a view of the Philippines I have never read anywhere else. I wonder who, the hell, wrote it. Gloria has gone into the bedroom to change. When she comes back out to the porch, where I am sitting, she asks: Did you have fun this afternoon?
Yes, I did. Why do you ask?
Because the bedroom smells of sex and the sheets are soaked! Why you not tell the girls to clean up their mess when they are done?
Ah, OK good point. I will tell the girls next time. How was your day?
It was good. Maybe very good. We will see.
What do you mean Gloria?
Becca ask us questions. Rosa and I answered. I think it will all be OK if we do as you ask for a month…Lawrence, you know Rosa and me, we are with you for more than what you give us?
What do you mean?
Well, you give us safety and food and a home and that is all good. Any of the girls will take care of you for that. You know this.
Yes.
Well, Rosa and me, we will be with you even if you poor and we have to work for to get you rice to eat. Rosa and me, we love you Lawrence. We not try to replace Maricar, but we love you as much as any woman can love a man. We know you trust us. That is why we are here. We know maybe there is a problem with Maricar. We know you will not leave her. We want you to know we will be good and do as you want, no matter what you ask.
Gloria, thank you. You should understand that I think Maricar, Jovelyn, and Ikay all feel the way you feel. The difference is that they seem to feel that they can make decisions for me. That has created a problem. It is something I need to stop. However, I will never leave any of you. I just have to fix a few things. And Gloria…I do love you too.
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A week has passed. I decide to text Maricar.
Hi.
RU OK? U love me?
Yes. All OK. Yes 143.
Truly?
Truly.
There is Gossip here, U leave me.
I will fix that.
TY. When U come home?
Not sure.
Soon please?
You must agree…no more deciding for me. Others must agree too. No more deciding who I should have. No more at all.
IC. You angry we set you up?
Yes.
OK. You stop the Gossip and I will tell everyone no sending you anyone.
Good.
Maybe U come back sooner then?
No. I am trying to fix the damage I do to Becca. I need a month.
Ah OK. U do damage?
Yes she is too young. Should not have taken her.
OK, IC. Good u fix this. 143 Lawrence.
143 Maricar. Bye.
Bye.
After ending the text session with Maricar, I find Gloria and give her instructions. She and Rosa are to text the females and tell them that I am not leaving. I am returning and that Maricar is not in any trouble. She is, and will always be, my wife. Gloria does not bat an eye. She understands what needs to be done and launches into the task. I suspect that will fix the rumors.
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It is three weeks now. I feel relaxed. The craziness is gone. Becca is, if not repaired, going to be as OK as we can make her. She is having fun and not having any sexual contact with me, though she sees me fucking the others. She sees the others asking for sexual contact and me agreeing. She never sees me as the aggressor. I think that is important for her.
Last night she slept with the three young girls. Rosa and Gloria were with me. Lovemaking was good and I am just lying on the mattress with Gloria gently snoring at my side (I have not told her she snores!) while I am kissing Rosa who has just awakened. Rosa’s lips play with me. Nipping my eyelids, my ears, forehead, my chin, and cheeks before returning to my lips. My mind engages in an old confusion. How is it that a drop dead gorgeous female as Rosa can be in love with an old man such as me? Rosa is the stuff of beauty pageant contestants. There is no way that she should even consider me as acceptable. Yet here we are. Her lips close in for a deep kiss as Gloria’s mouth engulfs my soft dick. Jeezus that feels good! I get chills as her hot mouth sucks the crap out of my flaccid member.
Slowly my cock is coming back to life as Gloria continues her ministrations. The warm room with the air-con, on low, working against the morning sun, keeps the room warm enough to do away with covers or clothes, but not so warm as to need to avoid human to human contact. These two females are producing responses from me that have me just floating. Rosa’s lips, mouth and tongue are truly pulling at my heart. Gloria’s mouth is pulling at my balls. I have to conflicting thoughts…What a way to go! And…God don’t take me now!
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I am home and have been for about three months now. The month I took off had been good. There will be no more additions to my bed. There will be no more children fathered by me. We are building two more apartment buildings. That will create more income for these females long after I am gone. I have told Jake that I will reserve the dorm as housing for my children as they grow up. No more women are allowed to move in. I want no more drama. This is my retirement GodDamnIt. I want some peace and quiet, along with the abundance of pussy. I make it clear that any female who wants to, move into one of the new apartments, rent free, and leave me, is welcome to do so. I had half expected a mass exodus. Only five females chose the option. Go figure. However it did have the result of ending the intrigue that bubbled up, every once in a while, in the dorm.
Epilog
My name is Nicca. I am one of the youngest of Lawrence’s bedmates. Lawrence died many years ago. I guess it was a heart attack or something like that. We really do not know. Ikay was riding him. He put cum inside her, yelled something and seemed to pass out. He stopped breathing and that was that.
Maricar died in her sleep last week at age 88. Rosa, Ikay and I are sorting through things. Deciding what to keep, what to give to others and what to throw away. I found this book, that Lawrence wrote in, yesterday. It was in a closet, in his old office. Maricar had put it in a box with a bunch of financial papers. We almost threw it out.
It just stops shortly after we came back from Jake’s bungalow, so many years ago. I do not know why he stopped writing, but I think that someone needs to put a real ending in it. We can give it to his great-grandchildren. We think that is the best thing to do.
Rosa says to put down here that Lawrence was right. Things did settle down after he wrote that last part. She says I should say that Lawrence told the truth. He never left Maricar and he never left any of us.
Gloria says that I should say that almost all Lawrence’s children, and many of his grandchildren, got to go to college. Some even graduated.
Ikay say to tell you that because of all the property Lawrence and Maricar had, and developed, as apartment buildings, there is good income for all of us. She says to also say that Maricar made sure we were all included in her will. It was her land, not Lawrence’s.
Now I want to say something. I am sixty-two now and I will never have children of my own. But I am an aunt to all of Lawrence’s children. My life is full of love and happiness and good things. I would not have any of these things if it had not been for Lawrence. I know Lawrence broke the law. We all know that. We don’t care. Lawrence and Maricar did things for us that no one else ever did. Yes I include Maricar. What other woman would have done as Maricar did, even long after Lawrence was gone?
Oh, I almost forget. Becca never left us. She joined the family, when she was twelve, entering Lawrence’s bed at her request. Lawrence could not say no to her. She is the youngest of all of us. And she did something we thought not possible. She gave him a son without taking any pills. She is of course quite important and famous now. You do not know her as Becca…or me as Nicca. Before we allow anyone to see this, we have changed all the names.
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The End
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