The Ark

Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

What will be anew...3

Before we do this, I need to make sure. Are you really sure you, at the age of thirteen, want to be the wife of an old man? Think for a second. I’ll be happy to have you as a wife, but does this make sense to you? You don’t have to leave if we don’t do this. You are still safe.

Po… I safe already. I know this. No one say I to leave. I know this. I here because I want this. Truly.

Naked as we are, I draw Suzie to me for yet another kiss, skin to skin, body warmth against body warmth. She rolls on her back, pulling me with her; her arms holding me firmly. The kiss ends in a smile on her lips. It’s time, Po. I think we both ready! And a giggle escapes her lips.

I’m ready, and right where I need to be. Suzie is hunching her hips up, seeking my entrance. I now do my part, and find myself against a firmness that needs to be pushed through. I reach my hand down to guide my cock straight and true, as the curtain is pushed aside of this virginal entrance. … And, I’m in.

She looks up at me. She has been biting her lip. I see the tooth marks. There was pain, but it will never be mentioned. Maybe it’ll be celebrated, but only silently, in her remembrance of this special time in her life.

She gives me another smile and, with a laugh, says, Come and get it, Po. Or maybe it was, Cum and get it. There’s no way to know, and this is not the time to ask. She hunches her hips again, and the fucking begins in earnest.

Suzie isn’t looking for the novel, the unique, … the acrobatic. She is wanting something far more basic, the taking of her body by the man she loves. She is getting that. But I decide to turn the tables on her. I have a firm grasp on her and, while still inside her, I roll onto my back, pulling her up and onto me. Now it’s time for you to cum and get it. I end it with a big smile. I get a huge smile in return as Suzie takes the pole position.

Suzie experiments with various movements, seeing what feels good and what feels even better. She’s having a good time, being playful. The feel of her is amplified by looking up at her, as her sweet body moves, adjusts and savors. If I’m not going to get off this way, I’m still staying rigid. That has the benefit of delaying the inevitable, and completely predictable, end.

Her breasts are too small to sway, but they do jiggle a bit as she fucks herself on my cock. But now, she wants on her back again. She wants to feel her man’s power. I roll over with her and run deep into her. She grunts and only says, More.

More it is, and I pound away on her. Copious amounts of her fluids are flowing now and, though she is very tight on my cock, there’s a sloshing sound each time as I push in.

I grab a nipple and, on the next push, I pinch it. The result is dramatic, as Suzie cums hard on my cock. Her muscles tensing on it, releasing and tensing again… and again. And, on the fourth epic time, her body spasms beneath me, cum pours forth. Her eyes fly open wide, as she feels my essence enter her.

As surprise gives way to comprehension, a broad smile graces her sweet face, and she pulls my head to hers for a meaningful kiss, following by a heartfelt, Salamat, maraming, maraming salamat,¹Po.

You are welcome, Suzie. You are a wife to me now.

She giggles before telling me, I know. Truly, I know.

You bedded her how many times, Debbie?

Why you ask?

Just curious. It’s not a problem nor a criticism. It’s just that the others were with her only once or twice. Was she special for you? Or maybe you enjoy her youth?

I think it exciting… you know, I not forcing her. It what she want.

I know. You can be with her as many times as you both want to be. I have no objection. So long as any two wives want to be together, that is perfectly OK.

Thank you. We have fun.

I’m sure you two did.

And with that, Debbie leaves with Suzie and Pinky to school. As the elevator reaches the carpark and the three exit it, Jessa asks me, Was there a warning in what you said?

Yes, but I’m not sure she heard it. Elena resolved her inner daemons but she may have released something with a vast hunger. I suspect we will have to keep close watch on it.

The others will tell you, I am sure.

I’m not thinking of my wives. I’m thinking of the kids in the school.

Oh. I not think of that. You really think she will do that?

I don’t know. But it is a worry.

The farm is far more productive, far faster in recovery, than I expected. With the exceptions of trees that simply take time to grow, all is happening rather quickly. Everything we can produce is being readily consumed locally.

There’s satisfaction in that. We are having a hand in the recovery of the island. Some things are taking a long time, like the promised government housing. That is moving at a snail’s pace. But we are doing far better than I expected.

We aren’t buying as much land as we were before, but we are still buying, and now we don’t have to dip into savings to swing the deals. Some farmers who tried to stick it out are giving up. Not all, and really, not most. But we are one of the only ones who are buying. Much of this land has been partially cleared. We invested in some new farm machinery, and so, clearing the remaining areas is easier for us, as we aren’t trying to do it with carabao.

CiCi has been pushing for setting up a canning and processing plant. The reality is that we are giving away value when we sell to other processors, so we are developing those plans. I probably won’t have a major part in this. My wives are taking the lead. However, it will necessitate a bank loan, and Reyna is pushing for us to bring the business to the bank where she works.

I tracked down our architect. He’s been hanging his hat in Manila. He got out of Tacloban a day before Yolanda came to visit us. I think he was hiding from me, afraid to hear that maybe the house had not survived. When he heard that it survives and weathered the storm so well, he was happy to finally respond.

Right now, he is completing the work needed for the new pod. Actually two pods. One will have a large playroom for the children, as well as extra bedrooms. We will finance the construction with profits as they roll in, month by month. This time I’m not expecting any pushback from government regarding our plans. The storm proved the worthiness of the design, but I note, no one is copying us.

Ira?

Huh?

Ira, it is time!

School over already?

Duh? Yes! Come eat and then we go to your bedroom!

Pinky, calm down. There’s time between eating and the bedroom. Breathe! I’m not going to say no to you. You will be a wife to me. Just relax a little.

OK. Sorry.

Good, so sit with me and tell me, how many times were you with my other wives?

Oh! Is there a special number?

No. I guess I’m smiling because she gets a confused look on her face. I just figure that if there is one more than another, maybe you like that wife in a special way. Things like that are good for me to know.

Oh! OK, I with Eva three times. Everyone else once, except for Miss Debbie. I think five times. But that because she so excited for me. She invited me.

Was that OK for you?

Yes? Imagine what the kids in the school would think? I the sex partner of our teacher! Ira, it OK if sometimes I think about having sex with someone at school? That a girl I mean. Is that OK?

It’s OK to think about it, but it’s not smart to do it.

Because maybe they not like it?

Yes, that’s one reason. Another is, what if they decide they love you? How will you deal with your life as a wife here and a love away from here?

You know, Miss Debbie say the same question. She say there only one way. The girl to join us.

There’s one big problem with that. I’m not adding anyone more. You are here because of the typhoon. If there was no typhoon, Debbie, Suzie and you would not be here now.

So, Miss Debbie wrong?

Well she is right to the extent that, it would be the only way, but that way isn’t really OK.

But if it a really special girl?

You are all really special girls, Pinky. All of you. No one could be more special.

How about if it not a girl, but a really pretty teacher?

I guess I’m smiling again, because Pinky gets the message that I think that’s funny.

No, I’m not laughing at your question, I’m laughing because you think the rule is just for girls. It’s for all. I don’t want any more wives.

Maybe if you meet her you change your mind!

Is this what you want or is it what Miss Debbie wants?

She want my schoolmate. I want my math teacher!

Don’t we have enough wives here for you to have sex with?

Mmmm, maybe, maybe not?

Oh, good grief. Let’s have supper.

The supper table conversation is mostly about some new land we are acquiring. It connects two parcels we already own. The question is, do we use the land for the same crops? Do we find a better use for the now larger, contiguous field? What can we sell at a good price locally without flooding the market, or do we start shipping product to Manila? Then we get into a discussion of how our land use will change once the processing plant is ready for operating. Clearly, the canned goods will be shipped to other islands, and maybe for export.

There’s discussion around the purchase of another tractor. We do need one, and some additional trucks, for hauling produce. As the discussion continues, I can see Pinky getting antsy for us to get with her program. The food has already been consumed, and so I get up and pour myself a bit of the Tanduay Select Rhum and, I wish all a good night, as I’m about to welcome the very last wife I’ll ever accept into the fold. I raise my glass to all assembled, offer my arm to Pinky, and walk down the hall to hoots and laughter.

As we pass through the walkway from one pod to the next, Pinky asks, Why you say that?

Say what?

That I be the last.

Because you will be.

Ira, I here long enough to know that not true. You think we not talk?

Oh? So tell me, great sage, just how do you know this? We are entering my bedroom and, as we enter, Pinky closes the door, smiles, shakes her head, reaches up and kisses me gently.

She takes a step back, looks right into my eyes, sighs a bit and offers, When you met Nelia, you said, ‘no more.’ And then there is Ri. When you fly to Tacloban, it not really to meet another girl, it to stop Lillian.

Ah, that is not right! I did make contact with other gals.

Oh! They not tell me this. … OK, but when you meet Ann you say, ‘no.’ Pinky is taking off her clothing. You say she too young. And you refuse to meet the next. You say ‘no more.’ Then you move next to Reyna and she joins. You say ‘no more.’ When you come back from America, Eva and Jessa here. They stay and you say ‘no more.’ Elena comes and you say ‘no more.’ She is down to bra and panties. Then Ate Debbie sends you Dessa and all of a sudden Ana and Dessa are yours. You say ‘no more!’

She is beginning to undress me. Well, it didn’t quite happen that way, but OK.

And now it Ate Debbie, Suzie and me. You say ‘no more.’ … Ira, there be more. Debbie wants more. Suzie wants more. There always more. Why you not know this? My shirt is off and the slacks are being removed. Squatting, Pinky smiles as she removes them and strokes my cock through the cloth of the underwear.

She removes my briefs, tossing them aside and takes my cock into her mouth, stroking it at the same time. She’s pretty damned good at this. How?

Jesus, who taught you to do that?

She removes my cock long enough to say, Elena. Before returning to her mission.

It feels great, and I’m satisfied to allow her to go on for a goodly while. But I figure her jaw has to be getting tired and, though I’m truly hard, I’m not nearly ready to cum. I bring her up to her feet and lead her to the bed.

There’s not one moment of hesitancy. All I see and feel is someone who is comfortable with all that is occurring. Yes, she is so young, but sexually she has been with all of my wives. So that part is no longer new, no longer a mystery to her. For some damned reason, just like the others, she has actually chosen to be here. I’ll not gainsay her choice. She has made it and, if history here has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t really understand shit.

Pinky is in my arms. I pull her close and we kiss, but she really doesn’t want to kiss. I’m about to get pissed, but she puts a finger to my lips. Ira, we kiss all night. I kiss you so much that you say enough! But first, make me your wife. I want that. I want to feel that.

Did Elena tell you to do this?

No. She do this too?

Yeh, it is what she is like.

I get a big smile. Good to know. I like her.

I put Pinky under me, move my cock over what might have been a dry labia, only to find it’s dripping with her fluids. My glans, anointed with the juices, makes my cock’s slide, up and back down, smooth, as it splits the outer lips.

And then I center myself, gather up her legs in my arms, raising her hips a bit, and push in hard.

Pinky cries out briefly. I must have hurt her, and so I stop. Why you stop?

Are you OK?

Oo. Continue.

We fuck. There’s no sweet way to say it. It’s not romantic. It’s pure horny fucking. It’s rocking the bedframe and wrecking the sheets fucking. She may be too young and too small, but I’m too old and too out of shape.

It’s hard to know who would have given up sooner, but my nuts finally call a halt to the proceeding by bringing forth a prodigious amount of cum and flood her cunt.

She laughs and exclaims. That was so good!

A little humbled, I can only offer in return, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

Enjoy it? Ira, it was fucking great! Now before we kiss, can we take a shower?

We can. The shower is plenty big enough for both of us, and Pinky wants to be with me right now. The water splashes down as I soap her and she soaps me.

Ira, you know, I never have a warm water shower before?

Don’t you have one every day?

No, silly, I mean before I come here. Never. Always just water from a bucket. I am a princess now. You always have this hot water?

And that takes me back.

Funny you should ask. There’s a story attached to that. Maybe I should tell it to you.

1 - Thank you very, very much.

The End

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