A vocation

I am a father now, seven times over. Yes seven infants and toddlers live here. I tell each of the mothers, that if they don't go on birth control, I will get a vasectomy. That makes the situation clear to them and there are no more pregnancies.

I have decided to just allow other events to unfold.

Grace was right. Anabel has not noticed that Grace has taken her place at my side. In fact, Anabel seems to be using the 'freedom' to get involved with local social issues. She is very busy outside the home.

Grace is my de facto wife. We have breakfasts together, alone. She tells me what intrigues are swirling around me and keeps me out of the quicksand of stepping into things unknowingly. I share my thoughts and feelings with her. We plan for the future. As Lailani and Miafe are her nieces, Grace uses them to carry out missions I need handled without involving others. It is something of a cabal within the house.

Grace also handles matters for Anabel, in much the same way. They have lunch together alone each day. Anabel sees Grace as an extension of her world, not understanding that Grace is both a bulwark between Anabel and me, and the major power broker in the house. Is that because that's what Anabel really wants? I don't think so. My perception is that she sees Grace as her minion and has no idea that she has ceded all power to Grace.

And so, there is a semblance of a marriage in my life. It's just not with my wife. This has been going on now, for over a year. It happened initially when all the women were still pregnant. It is now cemented in place long after the births. Simply said, I see Anabel, but I live with, depend on, and trust in, Grace.

Following her pregnancy, Grace worked tirelessly to get back into shape. She's now in those damned sexy outfits that caused Anabel grief before. For that matter, so is Miafe. Both are knockouts and Anabel hasn't said a damned thing about it.

I remember when Anabel said, 'get them pregnant and they'll settle down.' It seems like the one who has mellowed out and is not wanting my attention as much, is Anabel! She hasn't mentioned the sexy outfits. She seems oblivious to them.

She doesn't say a word when Miafe, wearing little more than a hanky and a smile, sits on my lap in the sala, wiggling her ass on my crotch and asking when we can go to bed. For what it's worth, Miafe looks even better now than she did before her pregnancy. I know it's just an age thing, but holy shit, I have no business bedding this teenage bombshell. And yet it's what she seems to want. Miafe's pussy seems to be tightening up each month since she had her little daughter.

Anabel was right about Mary and Ivy. Once they gave birth and knew that their place here was locked in, they were happy to settle down and relax. Ivy will be wet for a while yet, but once this brood is weaned, she can dry up. Right now there are seven females all lactating. It's a thing to behold. Both Ivy and Mary are good women and I enjoy their company. As mothers, they seem good, but they were the ones who served up their young daughters to me. Can I really think of them as good mothers? Here I sit with very confusing feelings about them. And yet, it is I who has tasted the fruit and continues to do so, now more often than ever before. What does that say about me?

Grace has urged me to let go of those feelings of guilt and doubt. She says that the mothers and daughters did what they needed to do to find a better life. I should not judge them harshly.

I know she is right, but I just can't seem to let go.

When I announced previously that there would be no more additions of other women to the house, it was at the time, accepted, with no issues. That has held, but now there is push back from Anabel and Kaysi on occasion, when some female needs help. I have stood my ground. No new females are to enter the house.

When I made a new pronouncement, that there were to be no more children as well, it caused a furor. But I am holding my ground on that as well. We are as many as we will ever be. It just had to stop!

Seven children is plenty and if I let one of them have a second child then all will want another child! What the fuck would I do with fourteen children? Oh, I know there are families here of that size. They got there the old fashioned way, one at a time, sometimes killing one wife in childbirth before a second one was married. But for me, seven is quite enough. In fact seven is a real handful. The house is just not accommodating all these little ones during the day, especially when they are all active.

Tonight at supper Kaysi suggests that we rent a building and set up a nursery, open to the public, and, in which our children will also be found each day. I agree, with the proviso that we take in enough other children to pay the rent and overhead.

All the others seem to think this is a great idea. The supper table becomes a planning session and the organizational meeting. Tasks are assigned. Roles delegated based on age, personality and talents. The females are excited and once again I feel very alone while surrounded by all of them.

This plan will mean, that during the day, all of them will be out of the house. The younger ones will be at the nursery and the older ones in school. That is going to be a big change for me, but I hold my tongue. The benefit of restoring some sanity to the house, more than compensates for my isolation.

Tonight I will sleep with Inday and Mayari. Everyone knows this and it seems to work for the rest. They can continue to plan for the nursery long into the night. This is a school night and so if I am going to do more than crawl into bed with two sacked out females, I need to go to bed a bit earlier than is my wont.

What a difference a little more than a year makes! Inday is no longer flat chested. She has yet to fully bloom, but she is now on her way. Mayari is emulating Miafe in dress, and possibly body type, as she continues to develop. Mayari and Inday are thick as thieves. If you see one, then you see them both.

Having them in bed together is not really an option. It is the way they are. If I am to be with one, I am simply to be with both. Lord have mercy on me! These two Energizer bunnies are likely going to wear me out if I don't set the pace and hold them to it. I haven't gotten five steps into the bedroom when, giggling and laughing, one is pulling off my shirt and the other is unbuckling my belt.

Whoa, now. Easy! We have all night!

No! No we don't! Tomorrow is test day. Inday and me have to get up early and study more. We have to sleep soon, Ray!

Ah, OK. But a little slower, OK?

Sige, Sige. OK, we go slower. Can we be here tomorrow night too?

I don't know. Did you ask Grace?

Grace say, it up to you. Can we?

I'll think about it. Now why are we here? They burst into giggling and madly attack, pulling off my remaining garments.

All the girls have black hair, but that's not what they seem to want. Mayari's hair is streaked with brown highlights. They would like to be blonde, but when you dye black hair with blonde color, you get orange. It's not a color that they want, and so brown is the best they can get away with.

Both girls are still wearing their push-up bras. Naturally smaller breasted than Europeans, regardless of their cup size or relative youth, they all seem to want bigger breasts. I must admit that it helps them fill out dresses better. But right now, it just gives them more confidence. They do not want to take the bras off, even when we have sex.

But I am being difficult tonight. I tell them that I won't fuck any girl who is still wearing a bra. What I get is a bunch of whining. I am not giving in. I have seen both of them, naked many times. It is not that they need to hide their breasts from me, for that reason. No, the truth is that even if they were alone in the room, they would keep the bras on and sleep in them.

Even now, Anabel does not want me to see her without a cover of some type over her breasts. Grace is the only exception to this behavior.

I move over and on to the bed with these two. Mayari wants me on my belly. She announces, that they will give me a massage first. Being a big fan of massages, I get into position. Inday climbs over me, eventually kneeling on the mattress, above my head. Her hands work my neck and shoulders. At the same time, I expect Mayari to work my lower section. Instead she snakes a hand between my legs and under me, grabbing my manhood with one hand, the other hand, grabbing my balls. There is nothing I can do in return. They have control unless I just get up, but I'm enjoying this way too much.

Mayari, whose hand must have been slicked up with KY, is working my member with a determined diligence. I am getting uncomfortably rigid. That evidently is what they are working for. The two of them roll me over, with my assistance, and Mayari climbs on rather athletically, Jesus! I am about to say something about the act when a young pussy drops on my face. A quick lick upwards, slices open labia, exposing, at least to my tongue, a clitoris. My reward is a yelp from Inday, but the thighs bracketing my ears muffle the sonic reward.

Mayari's tight smooth pussy channel is squeezing my cock in ways that is hard to explain, especially, if you have never been in a really small cunt. The heat on my manhood is intense, the friction amazing over my entire length. Liquid leaks out, dampening my loins, and yet weight on me is insignificant. Mayari is grunting and cumming. Inday's pussy is soaking my face. I can't see a damned thing, but the girls must at a minimum be looking at each other. I don't think they are kissing, but are they holding hands?

Inday smashes her cunt down on to my face, releasing a copious amount of fluid. I lap up as much as I can, and in the process, it sends Inday into a second orgasm. God, she has me smothered. I can barely breathe. At that moment, Mayari hits her mark and the muscle gymnastics going on in her cunt, send my pride and joy into hose mode. I shoot my load up and into a crescendo of climax.

They are done for the night, and so am I.

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Morning finds me alone in the bed, when I awaken. The girls needed to get up early and that's what they did. School is very important to them. It's not something they begrudge, it's a reward they get for living here with me. They get to go to a good school. They would sooner cut off their right arm, than waste the gift of a good education.

I get going, taking a shower, making some coffee in a deserted house. It is quiet this morning. The 'mothers' must have all taken the little ones with them as they pursue the goal of opening a nursery. The house is empty but for my presence. It hasn't been this way for a long time, not since Kaysi first showed up. It's weird, I am just wandering around. I can't seem to settle and do anything. I look in to drawers. I wander into the other bedrooms and look around. I wander out onto the terrace and then back in. I eat, just because I am fidgety. Finally I sit down in front of the TV and decide I might see what's on. I never get to watch anything these days, as it's always on a teleserye or cartoons.

I am watching a rerun of Master Chef. It's pathetic, but I am just filling time, waiting. For what I don't know. The judges are laughable. The contestants, irritating. Still it's me who is watching. So that makes me an idiot, I guess. I am about to give up, but don't know what to do, when Grace walks in with her little one on her hip. She gives me a surprised look, walks over, bends over, babe still on hip, and kisses my cheek. Just a second. Lilian needs a nap. I come back. And she walks off to a bedroom. I turn off the TV and just sit. Five minutes later, Grace returns and sits down next to me.

Ray, why you here? Why you not see your friends?

I don't know. I wasn't thinking about going out.

You unhappy we all go out today?

No, no, it's OK. Just a little different I guess.

Yes. Different. Ray they going to rent a house, with bedrooms, and kitchen and everything. I think if women have problems, the women can stay there. That OK for you?

Huh, I guess. This is the first I hear about it. What do you think?

Yes, I think this is good. It gives Mary, Ivy and Lailani a real job. It give them much to do each day. Yes I think this good for us.

Will you be working there too?

No, I talk with Anabel. She agree I run the house here and Miafe help me. We stay here. OK?

And Anabel, is she going to stay here?

No, Ray. She going to be the boss of the nursery. She say, this is what she will do with her life. She will help women, not lucky like she. She there all day and some nights when women in trouble and need help. You see?

Yes, Grace, I do see.

Ray, Kaysi say, now that there is a nursery, then can have more children. You agree with that?

What?

Well, you say no more children. We out of space. Now we not out of space. Kids go to nursery. So now room for more children. See?

Oh, I see what they are saying. I do not like it. But yes, I understand. I will think about it. Do you want another child, Grace?

Yes. Please?

Let me think about it.

You want a massage, Ray? I think you are tense. You need a massage. Wait here. I get you some buko juice¹ and then I give you massage.

A minute later I am presented with a tall, cold glass of buko juice along with a Drivemax and a big smile on Grace's face. I will make you feel good!

Grace is a wonder. From the moment she climbed on to me while in her hut in that little village, she has dedicated her life to me.

I take the pill with the very first sips of the chilled buko liquid. It will take close to an hour to receive the full effect of the pill, and in the meantime, I get a good massage.

Grace has stripped. She has heated some massage oil and has me naked as well, as I lie on the bed. She has learned her lessons well and she leaves not a single muscle alone. During the massage, as she progresses, she is gentle, on occasion, playing with my member, as if testing it for readiness.

In the beginning, old glory is not ready in any manner. But as time progresses Grace's touches bring about tumescence. The massage becomes increasingly sexual in its nature. As she works my shoulder, she is rubbing her damp crotch, insistently, on my thigh, leaving no doubt that she is ready for me. I am getting harder. Ray, suck my breasts. They hurt.

I put Grace on her back, and take her breasts, one after the other, sucking her milk, getting me even more worked up. Better Grace?

Oo, better.

I readjust between Grace's lovely legs, get my cock between Grace's obliging labia and enter my refuge. All Grace says is a quiet but emphatic, Ah! Her hands grip my arms close to my shoulders. There is a big smile on her face. Her eyes are wide open, looking at me intensely. As I look down at her, her eyebrows go up twice. She knows and she knows that I now know. Grace has replaced Anabel. Grace has her man. Me.

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Chapter 18