Enter at your own risk
Both Alida and Jezryl are in my bedroom when I enter it.
Why she here?
Alida, you said you want to live here, correct?
Yes. I want to be mistress.
Do you understand that Jezryl is a mistress?
Yes.
Well? What is the problem?
She say she to love me tonight.
Is that a problem?
I your mistress, not lesbian.
All my mistresses love each other. It is required of my mistresses. I told you that the other night.
I think that just sexy talk.
No, that is real. You can leave now, if you like. But if you stay, it will happen just like Jezryl told you.
Myra not do this.
Yes. Myra does this. Do you want to watch Myra do this?
When she do this?
What do you mean? When did she do it the first time? Or maybe, when did she do it the last time?
When last?
With me? Last night… but it may be happening right now, with Jecim. At least, I was told that was the plan. Is that right, Jezryl?
Yes. We look and see?
But my sister not lesbian!
Yes, we know, but it really doesn’t matter. It is happening and it will happen with you tonight if you stay.
You just trying to scare me!
No, I am not. Jezryl, take her and show her what her sister is doing. Then give her the option of leaving or coming back without any more problems. But she must understand that she cannot return tomorrow if she leaves tonight. As you are well aware, tomorrow we entertain someone else. Unless Alida learns how to pleasure a woman tonight, she is unwelcome tomorrow when, if she is here, she must do so convincingly to our guest.
Alida is standing as if frozen in place. Jezryl tugs at her, and Alida finally moves following she who is pulling her, though as she does, she is looking at me the entire time until she is completely out of the door.
I have no idea what happens next with Alida, but for me the answer is simple. The nightly ritual, a few minutes with the tooth brush, followed by a shower is next. Life is like that. The normal human rituals that we all follow. Characters in books don’t ever seem to do them. It is like they are immaculate, never shitting, pissing, sweating, brushing, showering, putting their pants on one leg at a time… but life is different. Life is an articulated, segmented series of events sandwiched in between those rituals. We mark our time that way. We know it is morning, afternoon, or evening with the placement of those ritualistic markers before, between and after.
And so, I will lie with either Jezryl alone, or with her and Alida, tonight, but it will be after the shower and before sleep. A slot in time.
Sometimes hunches actually work out. Sometimes, and this is one of those times, close enough anyway.
I come back into my bedroom to find both of them sitting on the bed talking. I am in my robe, as I heard them from the bathroom, and decided that it didn’t sound like a lovefest. Not that they were arguing. But it sounded like a serious and subdued discussion.
When I enter the bedroom, the conversation ends and I see a satisfied look on Jezryl. Alida’s face is one I cannot read. But I gather I am about to find out as it is she who speaks.
What you say about knowing my sister, you right. I not know her. I not know what she do. I not know that I really need to do this with all. I think just for you.
And?
You know, this Jezryl here she almost young enough to be my daughter?
Yes I am aware.
She just few years older than my daughter.
Yes, I know.
This not a good place for her.
I agree.
This not a good place for me.
I agree.
Why you not tell me to leave?
Better if it is your decision.
You not angry with me?
No. I am not. I like you. This just isn’t a good place for you.
Thank you. You are kind in this I think.
I am glad you think so. You are always welcome to visit your sister here.
Thank you for that. I go now, OK?
Yes. … Jezryl, please help her get a tricycle.
Like I said, sometimes the hunches play out OK.
Ten minutes later, Jezryl is back in the bedroom. She is smiling, humming, and happily getting ready for bed.
Eventually, we are both under the covers, and as much as sex may be on the menu, the first course appears to be some talking.
Rolie, what you say to her, she not know her sister, you right. She see her sister eating Jecim’s pussy and she in shock. I pull her to my room, and tell her to get clothes off. She look at me and say, maybe she make a mistake. You do right.
I hope so. Now how do you want to get fucked tonight? On your back, on your knees, or do you have something else in mind?
On my back. I want to look at you while you fuck me. I like that. I like you OK with me being the prostitute. You like me, you treat me good. You are my only guy, but you not play a game. You not try to act like this is love. This is sex. I like it. You like it. You respect me. I am your prostitute. This is good. Now, your prostitute want you to fuck her hard tonight. Very hard, Rolie.
She’s right, of course. That is exactly what is going on. It is not love. But I don’t want to call her a prostitute, a whore, or a kept girl; I like her, respect her, and want her, but love? No. Not love. Desire, yes. I desire her. Want her to stick around? Yes. I will miss her if she leaves me. But I am not a John and she cannot be a prostitute. This isn’t the time for that conversation… another time. Another time will be far better.
Her cunt is slick. She may have put some lubricant on, when in the bathroom. She has spent at least a year or so as a pro for God’s sake. She knows what she needs to do. Her toenails are painted blood red, as are her fingernails. She has no panties on under her little nightie.
I am hard enough to push in to her. I will get harder as we go. It feels good to be inside her. It is a homecoming. A good, warm, and safe place for my dick to be.
Ah, it is nice just to slide in and out of her. I caress her cheek with my hand. I am not trying to get her off. I am just enjoying her.
I know she said she wants it hard, and she will get that too, but I want to take some time and just enjoy her. She is pretty. I am fucking a pretty girl, who absolutely chooses to be under me. She is looking up and me, I suspect wondering about what I am thinking. I smile. I am lucky to have her in my life. I am lucky to feel her cunt with my dick.
I pinch her left nipple. She responds, pushing her cunt hard against me. I pinch hard and hold her nipple hard between my fingers. She hunches her cunt and I slam into her, once, twice, and again, again. The pinching continues as does my ramming into her. She cries, Yes. I fuck her hard, over and over again. I give her no time to settle from the assault.
I weigh more than twice what she weighs. Her body is being pounded into the mattress hard. The bed shakes. Her cunt muscles are no longer able to tighten. Orgasms have wiped out any muscle control. I feel her as a man feels some clothing he has put on. I wear her. She is there but not constraining me in any way. My dick wears her cunt.
Her body has given me all it has to give and I give her my cum in return. All I hear is a soft, distant, Yesss.
The morning brings with it the usual rituals. Jezryl is happily going about her activities as is Jecim. Myra has gone to the pharmacy. All is seemingly normal. Seemingly, but not really. Jelou arrives this afternoon. This is going to be a very different sort of day.
Still, I have time for the wood this morning and I am enjoying it. I can escape the doings in the house. I am insensitive to any tension that might exist. It is a cocoon to exist within as my world shrinks down to me and my knife, and ‘she of the wood.’ There is nothing else. It is, I guess, what you might call a Zen-like state.
I am getting close to the final cuts. There is more to do, but all the cuts that need to be made are clear to me. I can see what needs to be done. I am no longer searching. I have found what I sought. It is here in my hands. It is safe in my hands.
At lunch I can feel the tension that gives animation to the two girls. There is a sense that we will be breaking the laws of the universe late today, but that it must be done to stop what is in place from causing more things to come unstuck over time.
Those things being unstuck, are the natural and, I guess you can say, the expected results of the mother, and the upbringing of a child and that, to allow the universe to behave as it ought, we should stand back and allow it.
But Jezryl hopped off that downward path and she is adamant that her sister also get off the path, regardless of her sister’s current intentions. It is a tricky business. I am not at all convinced this is right on so many levels that enumerating them all is as much a daunting task as it is pointless. We are now committed to this craziness and are, if not barreling along, moving relentlessly toward it.
Intellectually, I can comprehend a fourteen-year-old sexually devious girl. But I am quite sure I have never met one. Or at least I don’t think I have. How one gets to that package of traits conjures up an image of a massively abusive and sick early childhood. And to assume that one can fuck someone out of being fucked up makes no sense to me whatsoever.
Yes, sure, I heard the arguments from the girls about how this is the only avenue, but the more I have thought about it, it makes no sense to me. I suspect all we will have done is to give Jelou a larger palette of sexual tools to wield in the future. She may find that she cannot dominate us, but as she emancipates from here, why assume all will be sweetness and light? I suspect we will be releasing a very dangerous young woman on an unsuspecting world.
Once again, there is no way I can share my thoughts successfully with my companions. And so, as I sit here, eating my noodles in chicken broth with egg, these two are making plans that will be the likely training ground for God knows what.
I will have a shortened afternoon with the wood. Our guests are said to be arriving at three. But the way that works here, it means we will see them an hour later, at four.
As it turns out, I do not have to shorten my time with the wood. Jelou and her female guardian arrive a little after five. From the look of the guardian, someone got off good and hard just before the two left to come here. I wonder, whose need was sated and which one was providing the solace. I think I know, but nothing is clear.
I am cleaning up the terrace, as my two have taken ‘possession’ of Jelou. The guardian, and even though I have sort of spoken to her in the past, I am not sure I have ever heard her name, comes out to the terrace. She wants to thank me before she leaves.
Why are you thanking me, madam? It looks to me like you love her. Clearly you had sex with her just before you came here.
She may not be able to speak English well, but she understands me. Her eyes go big, she takes a step back and stumbles on the edge of a small table, almost falling down, before I can reach out and help her regain her balance.
You can tell?
Yes.
How?
Does it matter? My question to you is, do you love her?
No!
Ah, you hate her for the way she makes you feel. Correct?
Yes! That true.
The feeling is of need. You do not want to feel the need?
Yes!
But you do, and you always will now. So what will you do about it?
She gone, no more.
It is that simple?
I think, yes.
I bid the woman a good evening at the gate, she flags down a tricycle and is off. I have no idea what actually happens now. I think of the sign on Dante’s gates of hell, ‘Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.’ It is said to translate to ‘Abandon hope all ye who enter here.’ At this point, ought I to put such a thing over my gate? Is it not apt?
Or is passing through our gate more like the sign at a construction site, ‘Enter at your own risk’?
And so, with ample warning I enter my own house.
There is no one to be seen and nothing to be heard. I am curious and I open a bedroom door to find all three of them, in various states of undress. Jezryl is sitting on the floor, masturbating. Jecim is on the bed and has her leggings pulled down. Jelou is bent over and eating Jecim out.
From the expression on Jecim’s face, I gather that Jelou must be reasonably accomplished at this task.
Well, no time like the present. I get behind Jelou and pull down her shorts, after unbuttoning a side button and lowering a zipper on the said shorts. Jelou clearly knows what I have done but may not know exactly what I plan to do next.
From all I have been told, she has been the one in control, giving head, eating pussy. So, if all are to be believed, she is still a virgin. We will see if the myth matches the reality.
It is five-thirty. Jelou has only been with us for fifteen minutes as I run my dick hard and deep into her cunt from behind.
The girl cries out. She clearly was not expecting this. In my peripheral vision I see Jezryl going nuts on her own fingers. I call over to her, Take care of Jecim, while I fuck your sister.
I figure I have given Jelou enough time to acclimate to my dick. I start fucking her in earnest. I have a firm grasp on her hips as I rhythmically pound Jelou’s cunt.
She is a small girl, though is likely at her final height. She is barely any smaller than is her sister. At four foot eight inches, and maybe 85 pounds, there isn’t much to her. Her cunt is smooth, tight and amazingly wet.
She has no guile as this does appear to be her first fuck. She is without artifice as I repeatedly run my dick into her young teenage cunt. She isn’t saying ‘no’ and she isn’t saying yes. She is saying nothing at all. Not a grunt, or a whimper.
Her black hair hangs down on both sides and obscures her face completely. My view is of shoulders, a sweet back with the dimples toward the bottom of the spine, and cute ass. That is all.
I reach around and find her clit. That does seem to have an impact on the kid as she gets more active, arching her back and attempting every way she knows to get me into her deeper.
Jecim has pulled Jezryl up for a kiss. There is a small conversation, before each move around on the bed.
The two surround Jelou and me. Jecim latches on to a one of Jelou’s nipples. Jezryl latches on to the other. They start sucking hard, as I pound her cunt hard while squeezing her clit at the same time.
Jelou cries out in apparent ecstasy. We all keep it up and a second orgasm follows in short order, her cunt muscles tightening and squeezing my dick convincingly. But I am not ready to cum yet.
I keep up the pounding rhythm, as the girls continue sucking on Jelou’s tits. Now we hear the girl cry out. The sound means nothing, but the dam is broken. She is not in control and the sound is an acknowledgement of that fact.
For some reason, my balls are happy to get the message and send cum deep into the girl, eliciting another bellow.
My hand is still on her clit and I do not let up as I am sliding out of her, my dick shrinking in size as it loses its stiffness. The manual stimulation sends the girl into one more orgasm.
I am done and back off her. She collapses onto the mattress.
Welcome to my home, Jelou. Here, sex is a normal part of life. You cannot get anything special by having it or giving it. You cannot control anyone with it. We will all fuck you. You may stay here for as long as you live, so long as you are good to those around you. If you are not good, I will kick you out, no matter who you are having sex with. I will kick you out if you have sex with anyone outside this house. In this house, sex is not power. You may leave if you want to. No one, including your sister, will bring you back if you choose to leave.
With that, I get up, dress and leave the room. No one has said another word.