The trouble with Tribbles
What is happening to me? For ten years, my marriage to Anabel was one of marital fidelity. Now, in less than two months, that history of monogamy has been eviscerated. Here, a few hundred kilometers from my home, in this home is a woman I have only met yesterday, for whom I have absolutely no feelings. She is neither lovely, nor ugly. Her age is, to my eyes, indeterminate. I am aware, how quickly, the hard life she lives, steals the beauty she may have been given at birth.
She has all her teeth, and her smile is pleasant. But I simply do not know her. And yet, against all logic, she wants me to bed her. For the love of Pete, why? And why did I fuck four adolescents last night, one only ten years of age?
I know at least two of them, and most likely three, had been virgins. The proof was the blood I washed off my loins this morning. Why would a mother place her ten or twelve-year-old child on my cock? In what insanity does this become acceptable? And worse, how can I explain that I loved it and will do it again, if given the chance?!
I did love it. The feeling of the virginal cunts as their hymens gave way, and the way I was squeezed so intensely in the girls, must be one of the greatest feelings I have ever experienced sexually. They are small girls, feather light. Is that because of inadequate nutrition? The pressure on my cock coupled with the lack of weight on my loins has left my brain filled with sexual craving. Three of these young girls continue to be with me. The only one missing is the ten-year-old. They have been constantly by my side all morning and are still likely hanging outside this 'house' as I am with Lailani's Tita. How will they feel, as I drive off in a couple of hours?
At the moment, it is not the adolescent girls with whom I am confronted. Lailani's Tita has insisted I sit down in one of the only chairs in her home as she squats at my feet, a foot in her hand, as she washes my feet and proceeds to clip my toenails. She is meticulous and deliberate in the process. I may want to get on the road, but she has no need, her desires have nothing to do with mine. If I dither, she will string me out for as long as she can. While I have no real desire for this woman, I will get out of here faster, if I fuck her now.
As the nail file finishes the last nail, she puts it back in the tray and seeks out the zipper on my shorts. I have every intention to cooperate, so I can leave without a problem, but rather than a good fuck, she tries to take me orally. While I enjoy getting head, I know that the final act we must perform will be coitus. Best not be coy about it and make it an 'us,' in the biblical sense, right now.
I reach down, and pull her up off my rod. She looks worried and confused. I lift up the hem of her ragged shift she is wearing, exposing equally ragged panties. I pull these down over her legs and the woman steps out of them. I toss the offending article across the room. Standing in front of her, I lift her up, holding on to her hams. She spreads her legs, wrapping them around my hips, her arms around my neck, my cock attempting to penetrate her cunt. She winces. Can it be?
With the woman affixed to me, I move us over to a portion of a wall. She is now sandwiched between me and the wall. Just as the little ones I fucked last night, there is very little meat on her bones. She is very light. Holding firmly on to her thighs, I begin fucking her in earnest. She is crying. I ask her if she wants me to stop. What I get back is a 'No stop!' and a shaking of her head. There is no comma, if you will, between the words. She does not want me to stop. Her head is thrown back, eyes are closed, her mouth agape.
I look down. There is fresh blood on my tool. I'll be damned, this woman was a virgin. With all the young women, clearly and convincingly bred, how was it that this one was virginal and how was it that she wanted me to take her hymen from her?
I had thought she wasn't very pretty, but with the ragged shift off her, the body within is quite amazing. I am impaling a woman with a killer body. Her breasts are C cups and they stand firm with no need of a bra. Her hips flair out wonderfully from her slender waist. Her hair is clearly a mess, but my initial dismissal of the female, was premature. Under the ragged wrapper, her form is much like Lailani's, only more so.
We are continuing the mating dance, but it is time I put her down and give her a good hard fuck. Holding on to her firmly, I move us to her sleeping mat and kneel down, gently placing her down on her back. Still deep inside her, I lean in for a kiss. It is a kiss she is more than ready to receive. She is desperate for it. Her hands in my hair, behind my head, she clamps my head to hers and rams her tongue as far in me as it is possible to do.
I grab a huge handful of tit, and squeeze the nipple. I am pounding her cunt. At that moment, for what may be the first time in close to thirty years, if my guess of her age is right, she experiences an orgasm. It is something she is clearly not prepared to experience, because she panics at the same time as her body jerks, her cunt muscles clamp tight on my cock and juices inside her cunt bathe my member. The expression on her face is one of total fear and confusion. I fuck her right through it all. By the time the next orgasm hits her just a few moments later, she is no longer afraid. Instead, she has found ecstasy and is reveling in the feelings, urging me on, crying with joy.
I am getting close to cumming, and trying to extend her pleasure by delaying the moment as long as possible. I look around and see the three young ones, all standing inside the door and watching us fuck. Oh fuck, this is too weird. I can't hold back any longer and fill this woman's cunt with hot cum. She cums with me as my donation hits her, her eyes and her mouth as wide open as they can get! And then as the reality of the meaning of the moment sinks into her brain, a huge grin emerges, and she hugs me for all she is worth.
Her name is Grace. Why did I not mention that before? I think, maybe Grace meant nothing to me. A throwaway fuck, if you will. I am not sure I can consider her that now. No, not now. Grace is holding on to me, like I am the last ticket to ride. I am no ticket for her. I must go home. Home to a wife and mistresses. Still, Grace is grafted to me at the moment.
My flag is not flying. It is not at half mast. The only reason it does not touch the ground is that I am on my back. I have no way to cover up and be modest. That is how, Lailani finds me, with an equally disrobed Tita attached and fondling the instrument of her satisfaction.
Ray, we have a problem.
Now, this is not exactly the way I like to have serious conversations. But as there is no easy way to extract myself, I just accept what is and respond. OK, what is it?
We cannot go home. The bridge is gone. They say, a day or two, before we can cross.
Huh, OK, well, I don't think I want to sleep on the floor for two more days. What are our options?
We can get to a town, north of here, where we can find a place to sleep. We just can't go south, and back home.
OK, I think that's the plan then. Give me a bit to disengage from your Tita, OK?
It's OK, she will get going right away! Watch! [in a language unknown to me: Lailani tells me later what she has said,] Tita, we are taking you to town. We will take you to the beauty parlor and buy you new dress. OK? And you girls, you come too. Tell your mothers, you will be home in a couple of days. Go now!
And in a flash, the three small ones were gone, Grace is detaching from me and scurrying around in a major way. It is then, that Lailani tells me what she had said. Dresses and a beauty parlor for each of them?
Don't worry, it will not cost much, and they need to look good.
Why?
Because we are taking them with us.
Yes I know, we are taking them to this town.
No, Ray, we will take them back home, with us.
What?
Well, you took their virginity. I think you will take the older ones. But you take the virgins! They are yours.
OK, so you are saying that by doing that, they are now mine?
Yes.
Lailani, I have complaints about this on a number of levels, but lets take the easiest one first. I did not take the virginity of at least one of them!
Oh! Really?
Yes, really. The one who is fourteen. I know I fucked her, but I don't even know her name! And anyway, she sure as hell was no virgin.
I will go talk to her right now. And Lailani, hurried out of the shack.
If these girls are mine, because I took their virginity and that's the way the families here function, it is best to not create even more of a problem by rejecting the girls I have quite voluntarily deflowered. And there is another one I did deflower, who is not here. It's the ten-year-old. I decide not to mention that.
My head is spinning. What do I do? I decide, first things first. I will text Anabel.
Bel, there are a number of problems here.
What?
First, we cannot get back for one or two days. I think it may be longer. There is a bridge that has completely washed out.
I see. What else?
Lailani tells me I now have more mistresses.
Who?
Lailani's Tita, maybe Miafe, and at least two young girls.
How young?
Here is where I start freaking out. What will Anabel do when I tell her?
Eleven and twelve.
OMG, Ray! You didn't!
OMG, I did Bel. I did with the mother's urging.
They not angry with you?
No, they seem incredibly happy.
I not mean just the girls. I mean the adults there.
Yes, I mean ALL of them.
You like them?
Bel, I barely know them.
OMG, Ray. What we do with them?
I do not know, but if you could see how they live, maybe you would understand why this happened.
They speak Tagalog?
Just a little. Lailani is speaking a language I do not know, with them. Text her and ask.
OK, when you come?
When I can get passed where the bridge is out. We are waiting on word.
OK, let me know.
OK.
I put my phone back in the holster on my belt to see Grace just standing there, looking at me. I gather she is already ready. I am still naked, a fact that I, just now, re-clue on. As I look around for my clothing, Grace closes the gap and puts her arms around me, bringing me in for another kiss, with one hand snaking down to touch gold.
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The pickup is a four-door affair and holds five seat-belts, but that means nothing here. In the front passenger seat, sits Grace. In the back we have Lailani, Miafe and two little ones, Mayari (11) and Masaya (12). The fourteen-year-old, admitted that she had not been a virgin and Lailani told her she was excluded. It evidently causes some tears, but Lailani said it is the right thing to do. The ten-year-old and her mother are nowhere to be seen. The mothers of the two we have with us, are at the truck to send their daughters off. Both moms have big smiles on their faces. Both give me a big kiss and the mother of Masaya, reaches down, unzips me and gives me a big squeeze during her kiss. I suspect she wishes she could come with us. I must say, I did enjoy fucking her last night.
We back track on the side roads until we get to the main road which will take us to town. When we get there, it is no metropolis, but there are people, and stores and I hope a place to stay.
Lailani directs me to a beauty parlor where four females with a contribution of ₱1800 are dropped off.
My twenty-year-old companion and I then ask around before securing a room in a hotel that looks more like a dormitory than any hotel room I have ever seen. It can accommodate up to ten people. The rate is ₱300 per person or ₱1800 for all of us! It's cheap. I will purchase some extra boxers, another pair of slacks and a T-shirt or two, while the girls shop for dresses later. Now, I am looking for a good shower and a real mattress!
The shower is not the best, but it works. I just don't feel comfortable without a morning shower, even if the shower happens close to noon. The mattress is also not the best, but compared to the floor last night, I am not going to argue the merits of the case. I am out of my clothing and just lie down on the bed, relaxing. Lailani joins me, but I gather she is just as tired as I am and we both just drift off to sleep.
I awaken to Lailani handling my package. But there is something wrong. Lailani, knows how to touch me, these hands do not and are fumbling. My eyes open to find Grace inspecting the equipment. I guess it's Grace, because the trip to the parlor, and evidently to a clothing store, has had a dramatic impact on her visage. Grace is a good looking woman. Behind her are two amazing young girls. They appear to be waiting their turn, giving Grace the respect she deserves in their young eyes.
The equipment is stiffening. How could it not? I mean, there are five females in this room and all seem to want one thing. I know it makes no sense, but I am beginning to understand what I represent to them.
I pull Grace up to my mouth and kiss her in a way I hope she understands, as it expresses my sincere desire for her, but Miafe is the only one in the room still a virgin. I think it is time to resolve that. I ask Lailani to ask all the girls except Miafe, to sit on a bed at least a few mattresses from me. They have no English and not much Tagalog. Lailani is speaking something else. When I ask her the name of the tongue, she shrugs and just says, it's a native language. I gather not many Filipinos speak it. The language issue is bothering me and I wonder how we will resolve it.
Lailani instructs Miafe to come to me, and ushers the others into the bathroom. I will thank her for that later. For now, it's just me and Miafe.
I know Asians are not reputed to have large breasts and real hips. But these natives seem to be the exception to the rule. At fifteen, Miafe is an incredibly stunning girl. Large full breasts, sexy wide hips, for an Asian, and a pencil thin waist. Her face is just wonderfully sweet with pouty lips and a perky little nose. There is no asking her any questions, and so I don't even try. I just reach out for her and she comes to me.
The new clothes, hair and nails make her look older and more mature than the girl I met just yesterday. She doesn't look frightened at all. Nor is she holding on for dear life. She knows she is coming with me. She knows that she is going to be mine. Evidently, it is what she wants. She is comfortable in my arms. It is clear that she will follow my lead. I don't know how much she knows. I am assuming she is a virgin, but the girl, just a year younger than Miafe, was not a virgin when I took her last night. If Miafe is not a virgin, it will make no difference. She comes with me anyway. But as she was being raised by virginal Grace, I suspect that I will find hymen here too.
Miafe and I kiss. It is a sweet and long kiss. I nibble her lower lip, her ear lobe, her neck. My tongue invades her mouth. My hands are on her back, her thighs, her pantied loins. I slide those panties off her without complaint or resistance.
Her skin is smooth. Her muscles are strong but she is not using them to resist. She is using them to bring me closer. She is reaching for my cock, my balls. Her breasts are sensitive and as I slide the palm of my hand over a nipple, I elicit a shiver and a moan. Her pussy is wet. Her clit responsive. I play with it, bringing on mini cums, without intruding, wanting to leave the hymen for my cock.
At this point I know the other girls are out of the bathroom, but they are being quiet and I just don't care. I have Miafe out of her new dress and bra. She is on her back and I am mounting her. My manhood is ready to enter her. The outer lips of her Labia encase me. I push in firmly. Miafe has her pelvic bone tilted up to receive me. I sense the resistance and then quickly I am through. I wait, giving the girl time.
She wiggles her pelvis under me and I drive down, and in, firmly, tapping what I take to be her cervix. She winces. I back up and start short stroking the girl. She gets into a rhythm with me. Juices start to flow in a meaningful manner and I lengthen my strokes. She is taking me better now. I kiss her, and once again, she is more than happy to kiss back. I roll her over, putting her on top. Once she figures out what I have done and what she can now do, a big smile appears and she goes for a ride. I reach up and grab a breast, squeezing it. She is having fun but the penetration isn't as good. I roll her back over and then put her on her knees, entering her cunt from behind and playing with her clit with my fingers. She is cumming repeatedly, moaning, and hissing. I finally feel the cum ready to fill her, driving me harder, and I pinch her clit hard at the same time. Miafe cums, hard as I do, wailing all the while.
There is blood on the sheets and on my cock. There is cum inside the girl. It is done. Beautiful, fifteen-year-old, Miafe, who cannot speak a word to me, which I can understand, is now mine. Go figure.
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