My version of golf
Ask yourself. What do many retired men do to pass the time during all those days when the men who are not retired are at work? Read books? Maybe a few do. Go for long walks? Really, how many of those can you do before it’s just too damned boring? Many of my old buddies are out on the golf course two or three days a week. Nine holes and stop for a lunch in the clubhouse before the back nine and drinks at the clubhouse before going home. Many tell me that their wives are so delighted to get them out of the house that the wives just about stand at the front door holding the clubs for them to grab as they go.
Me? Well, I have other things to keep me busy. One is the apartments. We have two apartment buildings and neither is here by the house. I am still collecting the rents. And no, I am not trolling for pussy, though I do get offers, often enough. These days I rarely take them up. Still if the female is incredibly pretty and not married, I will take a bite of the apple, once. I never go back for seconds. That just causes more complexity than I need these days. And these days I avoid the daughters of the renter. It’s just easier that way. When I am collecting rent, what I want is the money. It is really that simple. I have no pension. We took the money we could squeeze out of the business and invested that money in these properties. If the rent money isn’t collected, we have no income. I am still two years away from Social Security and there is a damned good chance that Congress and the President will extend the date of eligibility out further. When I was a kid it was 65. Now it’s 67. Who the fuck knows where it will be when I am 67? And anyway, it will only bring me another $2K/mo or if you do the current conversion rate to the Philippine Peso, ₱80,000. Quite frankly many a Filipino lives on a lot less but I prefer to live on a lot more.
Of course, I don’t collect the rents every day. Some days I meet with the building manager and make sure repairs are made, where needed. Other days I meet with expat friends here. There are actually quite a few of us. Some days, though not often, I sit down and write, as I am doing now. However as you can see, that is an infrequent event.
Most days I am putting my little putter into a hole or two…
You see... the dormitory is filled. It is filled with the most amazingly lovely females.
The deal is that mother and older daughter(s) are my girlfriends in exchange for rent, until the youngest quits school or graduates high school, whichever comes first. I did not have to explain it. After Joy and Rose told them informed that their family did not qualify for Jun's school, they were told they had this option if they wanted it. Only those who chose to be considered even made it to the stack of folders we received. A surprising number wanted to be considered.
There was one who seemed great but there were three girls, two of them significantly older, plus the mom, and we just could not accommodate them in the dormitory. They seemed like a nice family. They are from Marbel. Jake had mentioned he liked them, but had no room for them and I told Jake I felt we were in the same position. He said he would see if any of his stateside contacts might find a place for them. All I could do was wish him good luck. We did take one family with three girls, but two of them were young and we hoped that it would work out.
Some just didn’t seem like we would be happy with them. They might be in need, but for whatever reason, we decided to stay away from them. In the end, we did find twenty-four mothers with daughters sets, and the dorm was filled.
When I say we, I mean Maricar, Imee and me. Jovelyn and Ikay seemed to be forever tied up with the toddlers. There is talk about another round of children. I am pushing back for them to wait another year. Anyway, three of us selected the dorm residents. Joy told us that we should use Rose to help us get these women into the right mind set to accept girl-girl sex. At first Imee was opposed, but after a couple of missteps and the loss of a family from the dorm, she acquiesced. Rose is a marvel. I do not touch the woman. She is, heart and soul, Jake’s. I respect that and am just happy to see my girls get some expert assistance. Because Rose is Jake’s, I am never there when Rose is assisting, but Maricar says that Rose has taught both Imee and her a lot about a variety of things. I choose to stay in the dark and do not ask for details.
In truth, I have little time to ask Imee very much these days. Between her activities with the dorm and her role as mother of triplets, I rarely see her. She is rarely at the table for meals. It would seem that being the child bearing, permanent and forever, Mistress is what she really wanted. Now that she has borne me offspring, she is less of a force in Maricar’s and my life. She is still there and Maricar still loves her, but she is sleeping in the nursery, not my bed these days. Maricar and I spend most nights together as husband and wife.
The results of Rose’s impact are clear in a number of ways. Those ways include, both, the women they worked with, as well as Maricar and Imee. Maricar has grown in confidence and in her appreciation of sexuality. It is clear in ways both subtle and obvious. Her fantasy life has taken flight and gives rise to some wonderful adventures, like the time she came with me to collect the rent at the newer building one day when I was pretty sure a young beauty would not have the rent payment.
The woman, Marisa, had offered herself up before and I had obliged her for a week’s deferment on the rent. This time Maricar comes with me but hangs back away from the door far enough, so that she isn’t seen when our renter makes the offer again. Marisa is a truly lovely twenty-two-year-old. Tall for a Filipina, at 164cm, and with nice sized breasts that Maricar and Imee have assumed was the result of a skillful surgeon. I, on the other hand, who has had a hand on the matter, disagree. Marisa is stunning in a sexy dress and heels. I think she was expecting a visit from me as she opens the door with a big smile. Lawrence! Sweetheart, I am going to be late again. Can we handle it the way we did last time?
Yes, with an addition, Marisa. There will be three of…
You bring a friend to fuck me! I am not a prostitute!
Calm down. No, I brought my wife, your other landlord, and we both want to fuck you.
No! I am not a lesbian!
I never assumed you were. My wife isn’t either.
Then why she wants to fuck me.
Maricar, coming up beside me, Because Lawrence is my husband and he is fucking you, I want to know you too. Let us in or move out Marisa!
Young beautiful Marisa stands there nonplussed. I approach her, kiss her and with Maricar beside me, and assisting with details, we enter the apartment, close the door and enter the bedroom. I take Marisa more fully in my arms to kiss her. Maricar gets behind her and lowers the zipper on her dress all the way down to the crack of Marisa’s ass. I continue to hold and kiss beautiful Marisa as Maricar slides the dress of the woman’s shoulders and lowers in to her feet. Carefully Maricar coaxes Marisa to raise each foot in heals up enough, one at a time to extricate the dress. I continue to kiss Marisa as Maricar hangs the woman’s dress on a hanger in a closet area. Marisa’s light coffee colored skin is perfect and magnificent, I unsnap her red bra and Maricar pulls down Marisa’s red hip hugger panties, again over heels and then away from the woman. I whisper in Marisa’s ear, Undress my wife. She is unsure and wants to argue, but holds her tongue.
Marisa approaches Maricar tentatively. Maricar has a smile on her face and reaches out to put a hand on Marisa’s shoulder as they come close. Maricar’s dress has buttons down the front. Marisa is unbuttoning the dress. I am behind Marisa and put one arm around her waist with a hand reaching up to a breast and one hand between her legs. I start fingering Marisa’s cunt and playing with her nipples as she undresses my wife. Marisa gets to the bottom button. Maricar slides her own dress down. It hits the floor and she steps out and kicks it away as I continue to finger fuck Marisa and maul a breast from behind. Maricar’s face is now centimeters from Marisa’s. My wife closes the gap, puts her hand around the back of Marisa and kisses her for all she’s worth. At the same time Maricar’s hand has found Marisa’s clit and my wife and I bump knuckles as she attends to a clit and I attend to a speculative G-spot. The initially resistant Marisa, is putty in our hands.
We move Marisa to her bed and I choose to sit back and watch my wife take her first renter. She brought a strap-on in her purse, so before I relax in the easy chair, I hand the belt with dildo to Maricar. Maricar is kissing Marisa as she straps it on and then lowers herself down on Marisa. I gather Marisa has never seen a strap-on dildo before. There is an instant of panic in her eyes as the recognition snaps into place, in her head. But it is too late to complain as the dildo plunges past her labia, through the inner lips and deep into Marisa’s cunt. Maricar is talking to her, You are mine Marisa. Your cunt is mine, girl. I own your cunt, girl. Maricar is pounding Marisa’s cunt without mercy. You like this, don’t you cunt? Answer me…do you like this? Marisa is staring up at Maricar. There is a tear in her right eye as she whispers, Yes, Ate, yes I do like it. Make me cum Ate. Please, Ate. Oh God Ate, this is so good. Maricar lowers her face onto Marisa and they kiss as Maricar also pinches Marisa’s right nipple as hard as she can. Marisa’s orgasm explodes.
I get up and lean over my wife, whispering in her ear, Stay in her and roll her over so that her ass is up.
Maricar follows my directions. I drop my short, briefs and stroke my pole a bit before lubing it up with the KY we brought with us. I place my member at the center of her exposed rosebud and push through. Marisa howls. Maricar pulls her into a kiss as I complete the push to the bottom. My motion is forcing her up and back on the dildo. I can feel the dildo inside Marisa, as I pump in and out of her ass. Slowly Marisa is beginning to respond positively as she learns to accept the anal invasion.
Oh God! Yes take me! Take me in every way. I am yours. Fuck me. Fuuuck meee. Fuuuck yesssss!
I pound away until I feel Marisa’s next orgasm. It just about breaks my dick into pieces, her anal muscles are so strong. I cannot pump. I am stuck and her muscles have me pinched in place. Pressure is building in my scrotum. When her anal muscles relax a bit, my cum spews into her ass.
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Maricar and I get out of the tricycle that we took to go back home from the apartment building.
I ask her, What do you think?
That can get to be addictive!
Yes it can. So you liked it?
No, I loved it. I loved the power I felt and the sex I got. I had that same sense of power with the women in our dorm. You will see for yourself. Now that I feel it, I don’t want to give it up. Is that OK Lawrence? Are you OK with that?
Yes I am OK, so long as you understand that I can and will deny you all of it if we get back into the old pattern.
Yes, you are right. I see how I could forget that. It would be a big mistake. I promise, it will not happen.
Ok then. It’s time I tasted the women in the dorm.
No Lawrence, Rose says you must first taste the daughters, and only then the mothers. If there is a problem with the daughters, then the family must leave. The mother must be there when you take the daughter. If that goes OK then they can stay.
I see. OK I guess Rose knows best in this case.
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There is a protocol that evidently has been put in place, as directed by Joy and Rose. I am not supposed to see the mother and daughter in their rooms. Instead, the two are invited to supper with us. The mother and daughter are to see that this is being done in front of the household. They are to understand that there are no secrets when it comes to the fact that they will be my bedmates. They are also to understand that we are a unified family. Joy even gave my family instructions as to engaging in kidding the two ‘guests’ about the sex that is about to be engaged in. I can see the value of this, though it clearly is different from the way I have done things before. I guess Jake’s women are schooling me on how to do things right…in that weird way, as the concept of ‘right’ makes my head spin.
The mother and daughter pair who join us tonight may be with us a long time. The mother, Gloria has three daughters, aged fourteen, twelve and nine. If I take each daughter as she turns fourteen and they leave when the last one ages out of school at age sixteen, this family may be with me for seven years. The oldest daughter is already wonderfully developed and the mother is quite pretty. The younger ones show potential. But as they may be with us for so many years, Imee especially wants to make sure that there will be no problems with the family.
Gloria and the fourteen year-old, named Corrine, join us at six thirty. The dinner table is set for seven places. Lola and Imee’s aunt are watching the children. All my girls come to the table in pretty sexy dresses and heels. Gloria and Corrine are not so well attired. Ikay pipes up and tells them that assuming the evening with me goes well, she will take them to get nice things tomorrow. Gloria demurs saying they can’t afford such things. But Ikay laughs and says, I did not say you two will pay. Lawrence will pay. If Corrine and you are going to be his, he will want you to look like you are his. That puts the entire supper in a different light for Corrine and Gloria. Corrine blushes. Gloria is so nervous she can hardly hold her spoon. Supper is grilled tuna belly, pinakbet, chicken adobo, kangkong and of course rice. Bottles of Sprite and Coke and a pitcher of water are on the table. I have my San Miguel beer. The supper is incredibly good, Corrine is embarrassed by her mother, who tells the girl, she is taking too much food. She isn’t but we don’t want to criticize the mother by saying anything.
After dinner, all the girls, including our two guests, go to the sala to watch the rest of Will Time, Big Time on TV5. I retire to my office and transcribe some of this.
The show is over at about 8:30 and Maricar escorts Gloria and Corrine to the master bedroom. Maricar asks them if they have brought sexy nightclothes. Establishing that they have not, Maricar opens a couple of dresser drawers and indicates that the two can use things from the drawers. After suggesting the use of the shower and that they should get ready, Maricar informs the two that I will enter the bedroom in an hour, at 9:30.
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I do enter at 9:30 to find two females under the covers of the bed. They look terrified.
No one and nothing requires you to be here. If either of you do not want to be with me tonight, I would prefer you leave now before things happen that one of us regrets.
No, we must be here.
No Gloria, that is not true. If you need a couple of weeks to find other arrangements, we will see to it that you have those weeks.
No one will do for us what you will.
That might be true, but if you are not going to, cheerfully, be my girlfriend, then that offer no longer exists. You and your daughters either are happy and desiring to be my girlfriends, or there is no deal. Understand that for now it is just Corrine. But you have two more and as each of them turns fourteen, I will expect them to join me. Clearly, this is not something that all would want agree to and that’s simply reality. For those who don't or can't, this place is not for them. Either we all without coersion get something we want from the deal or there is no deal.
You do not have to worry, we will all do it.
Gloria, I understand that you will do it, but that it will be something that you don’t want to do. I have no interest in such an arrangement.
Corrine has been silent up to now, but she senses she needs to ask something. May I stay if my mother leaves?
No, you may not. You and your sisters need to be with your mother.
I get the feeling that Maricar and Imee knew this might happen. That’s why they put this family first in line. If they need to go, send them now, rather than let them hang in for a while. Should they go, it will be a warning to the others that ‘attitude’ is important. They either have to want to engage, or they are gone.
Gloria breaks down in tears. She is apologizing for her bad attitude. Tears be damned, it’s attitude when the tears are gone that matters. I sit down on the bed nearest Corrine. She scoots into my arms uninvited. Please Sir Lawrence, I want to be your girlfriend. Mom is just really difficult. She always has been.
Corrine, I understand that, but she is going to have to change that very quickly or you all must leave. I will make no exceptions.
Please give me fifteen minutes alone with her.
I don’t see the point but agree anyway. I go back to the office using the time to add a few lines in this journal. When I go back to the bedroom, Gloria meets me at the door. She does not look scared. She looks determined. Sir Lawrence, I have some very bad habits and it is up to me to fix them. I do not ask for forgiveness. I do ask you to take us as your girls. I promise you that you will never have girlfriends that are more loyal. You will never have girlfriends that are more loving to you than we will be. You will have all of us. I promise you that you will never have any reason to regret your decision if you allow us to stay. And with that, she puts her arms around me, jumps up on me and kisses me. It is quite a performance and I guess I believe it. Whatever Corrine and she said to each other in the intervening fifteen minutes, it was effective.
All right, I accept that there has been a change. Now it is time for me to take your daughter with your assistance. Are you ready and willing?
Yes!
Take the clothing off your daughter and present her to me.
Gloria lifts off the full silk slip that Corrine had been wearing. There is nothing underneath. Corrine is truly a pretty girl, but she has pubic hair; there is not much hair, but there is some. I know that it is common in some families, that they don’t start shaving the pubes until age eighteen, but it is unacceptable to me.
Take Corrine to the bathroom. You will find a razor and shaving cream in there. Shave her. There is to be no hair anywhere except her head, and if there is such hair on you, shave that too.
Yes, Sir!
And it is done. Ten minutes in the bathroom is consumed, but not a disagreement, and not a cross look. Corrine is presented a second time. She is perfect. I run my hand gently over her pubes, which are now soft and smooth. Gloria, you are to keep yourself and all your daughters this way from now on. I may not have them in my bed yet, but let them be aware that that they are being prepared to join my bed.
Yes, Sir.
I have the two get on the bed but not under sheets. I instruct Gloria to spread her daughter’s legs as far as they will go. While she is complying I kneel down and using my fingers gently I spread Corrine’s inner lips. She is indeed a virgin. I lick her pussy. Corrine is surprised and jumps. I lick it again. This time there is no jump and instead there is a sigh. Gloria, get yourself above your daughter and nestle the back of her head on your pussy, while you stroke her hair. Gloria complies as I start eating Corrine’s pussy in earnest. The girl is clearly enjoying the experience and I prolong it a good ten minutes until my jaw gives out. Corrine is close to cumming, but has not cum yet.
Gloria, take that tube of KY on the night table to your left, and put some on my cock and on your daughter’s pussy.
I doubt that Gloria had touched her daughter’s pussy for many years, but she is doing so now and clearly it is stimulating her daughter. Gloria then attends my cock and for an initially unwilling participant, she does a bang up job with my cock. In minutes she has me more than slicked up, she has me ready to explode. Considering I am about to enter her daughter, I don’t want to explode so soon. Thinking about traffic in downtown Manila, does the trick. I can sustain for a bit now. That is a good thing as my cock hits her maidenhead and breaks through it. Corrine ‘yips’ briefly but then it is over and we start fucking in earnest. Her head, in her mother’s lap; her mother’s hand in her hair; my dick up her cunt; Corrine is sweet and tight. Her hands are on my shoulders, urging me on. And on I go, whispering to Corrine how pretty she is. Telling her that she will be mine until she is 21 at a minimum and then, we will see if you will be mine forever. She cums hard. Her orgasms triggers mine and I paint her womb with my seed.
I instruct her mother to lick us both clean. Watching Gloria lick Corrine’s pussy is highly erotic. As much as Corrine is a little freaked out by her mother tonguing her all around her pussy, the girl is just about ready to cum again. So I whisper in Gloria’s ear to keep it up and dig her tongue deeper in her daughter’s pussy to get more of my cum out. Corrine explodes and gushes juices all over her mother’s face. With that, I pull Gloria off her daughter, finger Corrine and bring in Gloria for a wet sloppy kiss as I taste my cum, and Corrine’s pussy juices on Gloria’s lips. It is mind blowing. Corrine cums on my fingers, soaking my arm.
With all that has transpired, I am getting hard again, way ahead of schedule. I mount Gloria, still kissing her. She throws her arms around me as I plunge in. You like my daughter? This is what she asks as I am reaming her good and hard. She is gasping and moaning, but she wants to know if I like Corrine. Fuck yes I like Corrine. I also like Gloria’s sweet pussy. For a twenty-seven-year-old with three children, Gloria’s pussy is a wonder of muscle control. I tell her as much. I will teach her to use her pussy just as I use mine. I promise. We will be good to you Lawrence. Fuck me hard Lawrence. Do you want to fuck my tits Lawrence? I don’t. Tit fucking never interested me, and I take a pass, but there is no doubt that Gloria’s C cups are hers and real. Corrine already is blowing past her B cup bra. I fantasize about getting Gloria pregnant just to suck on those breasts, heavy and engorged with milk, every day. I wonder if she becomes a D cup when nursing. And that trips my trigger. Another pussy filled with cum.
Yeh, some guys play with little balls, skinny sticks and have a hard time finding the hole. If that’s golf, I prefer a thick stick, big balls and a hole where ever I turn.
As my great uncle was reputed to have said – as told to me by my aged mother – so many holes and so little time.
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