The Ark
Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
What was and what will be...5
It’s not particularly cold in the room, but Reyna is under the covers. This girl, she surely merits that label (she is a gal who will be but fifteen tomorrow, a girl), is here very much by her own accord.
She has chosen to graft herself to me, and I see no equitable way around that. I’ve taken her quite biblically before, and I suspect I’ll do so tonight. Her being under the covers is not evidence of fear or shyness. I don’t feel cold, but she may. I’m convinced it’s a genetic thing.
Sliding on to the bed, I push the covers back. I have the air conditioner on, but it has yet to fully bring the temp down to where I want it. Yet, the breeze from the air conditioner may be the very reason why Reyna is cold.
She reaches an arm out to me while asking, Init ka?
What?
You hot?
A little.
You weird. I kabugnaw1!
You’re what? Cold?
Oo. It mean cold. Ira, you need to learn. Before you just here to visit, maybe. Now you not. You need to learn!
I’m not sure I can.
Why that? You smart.
Maybe I’m not as smart as you think.
Warm me up. What follows is a giggle.
Reyna has nothing on below the sheet and her skin meets mine softly but with desire. She presses her body close to me. Basa ka!
What?
You are wet. Why you not dry yourself?
I’m not really wet, but I do have body hair and I’m sure there are some damp spots. I find it’s not all that easy to get totally dry with a towel.
Ha! It won’t kill you.
It occurs to me that this is lovemaking when there’s no seduction. Reyna knows what is going to happen, as it has happened often enough before. She feels safe and secure, therefore what comes is the playfulness. The playfulness of a girl towards an old man. But this old man is going to slide a cock into her cunt soon.
Incongruities. This world is filled with them.
She pushes me onto my back with a bit more strength than I was expecting and, without fanfare, slides my cock deep into her cunt.
She is not moving up and down. It’s side to side, front to back, and then side to side again. She sighs, savoring feelings as a smile envelopes a face that appeared to be far away from me for a moment or two. And then, as she keeps up the motion…
Ira, you know what I eat tonight?
Really? This is the time to discuss that?
You know?
No. What did you eat?
Anything I want. As much as I want. … Ira, you know what I eat last year this time? Last year on my birthday?
No. Reyna how could I know?
I happy there a little salt, a little oil, a little soy sauce, and the rice. I happy there something to put on my rice. I think I lucky that there salt and the soy. That what. … That more than Eva have before she come here. That more than Jessa have when she alone last month. Ira, we not mean to hurt you. You offer food and roof to them. For how long? Ira, what they do after that? We be good to you, always.... Just love us, OK?
There are times when it’s perfectly clear you have been a creep. This is one of those times. I’ve been fucking with the lives of two gals whose lives are on the edge. Maybe, probably, they would have survived. But at what cost?
I’m sure there are many more who will pay the cost, whatever it is. But these two must not. Reyna has made that requirement perfectly clear. And what is my punishment? What am I giving up? Not a damned thing I can’t easily afford: some extra rice, soy sauce, salt and oil… and I’m given two more gals to love me.
Damn, I feel like the asshole I most certainly am.
There’s anger in me, but it isn’t directed towards Reyna; it’s toward me. The anger rises and, as it does, I flip Reyna onto her back and start pounding my cock hard into her small, tight, wet cunt.
I’m not thinking of Reyna at all. She is merely the receptacle for that which has welled up inside me. She is mine. She has grafted her body onto mine. My mind is awash with confusion.
I’m having a hard time parsing the differences between indentured servitude, outright slavery, the economic dependency of a share cropper, and this.
Yes, she seems to believe she loves me. Yes, I really do feel love for her, but then there’s this… the salt, oil, soy sauce and rice. Oh, fuck.
I’m sweating profusely now. Reyna’s body seems to be glistening with perspiration, my perspiration. I hear gasps and groans as I pound her cunt relentlessly. I’m looking down at her as she looks up and whispers, Love me, Ira. Please, love me. Oh, Jesus… Ira, please.
I do, but nothing comes from my mouth, only cum from my cock as it floods an almost fifteen-year-old cunt.
Morning feels different. The anger is gone and the need to give out the presents I brought is pressing on me, but three members of the house need to go to school, one is at work in Tacloban, another is working in her own way, but God knows where. Plus, I need to go to Tacloban after dropping Reyna and Eva off this morning. Jessa and Eva will need gifts and I’ve nothing for them. That will not do.
This is Reyna’s birthday and, waking up with her, she tells me, is the best birthday gift she could ask for. I feel so diminished by my failure to understand how much a kid of this age could mean that.
It’s all I can think about as Reyna clings to me as I take both girls to their high school this Friday morning. Eva rides behind Reyna… three of us on the bike.
Once I stop inside the gates of the school, I get a kiss on the cheek, a smile and, It is good you back now, before she walks up the stairs and into an inner courtyard. Eva, who just stood by Reyna as the kiss occurred, has walked in with her. Both are now out of sight.
I’m about to get going when I see Debbie approaching. I guess I could just blow her off, but the anger really is gone. I wait.
You hate me?
No. Hate takes way too much energy.
I not understand. What you mean.
Can’t help you with that. What do you want?
I want to thank you for accepting Eva.
I’m not sure I had any choice once she was in the house, but that does remind me of a question I have for you.
Excuse me? What question?
Why did you lead me to believe Eva was younger than Reyna when she is almost a year older?
You like young girls, I think. So better I do that. That why.
You screwed that up. It’s just the opposite. I far prefer a woman of your age. I fought against accepting Reyna, but my other gals told me I should accept her. You have me completely wrong, but that doesn’t surprise me one bit. We have been out of phase since the very first moment we met.
I’ll be damned. Debbie is at a loss for words. That suits me fine. I start the bike and ride off.
With Lorie’s help, I select a couple of things for Eva and Jessa before we stop for lunch. I get a quarter pounder with cheese. Lorie chooses fried chicken and rice. I just can’t get over that you can get that at a MickeyD’s. It’s like getting a Big Mac at KFC… just does not make sense.
While I’m in town, I stop by the bank to let them know a large deposit will appear in a few days, only to learn that the money has arrived. From the reception I get at the bank, you would swear I’m a celebrity. But then, I gather a deposit of more than six million pesos, one fourth of what the house brought, is an event.
Even with all that has transpired at the bank, I get back to the house long before I need to get the girls from school. Lorie is well aware that the money has arrived and is busting at the seams to tell others, as it appears I’m not so inclined.
Ann, Bim, Jessa and Nelia are home, so, after gathering all four together, Lorie makes the grand announcement. They are the gals of a very wealthy man. I decide to leave them alone as the details are discussed ad nauseum.
Eventually the time comes to collect Reyna and Eva. I’m relieved to get out of the house, as the gals are still glorying in the good news. I suspect they know that most of it will be spent on building a home and buying a good vehicle. I haven’t decided on an SUV or a pickup. But I want something more than a bike. It’ll be nice to not need to ride in the rain! Not that it’s raining now, but it rains often enough.
Riding into the gated school entrance, I see both Eva and Reyna chatting with Debbie. What the fuck now?
It doesn’t take long to find out. Reyna breaks away from the other two, runs to me and asks, Allow Teacher to come to my birthday party tonight, please?
I can’t help but to wonder whether this is Reyna’s true desire, or if Debbie is finagling her way into our house. I suspect asking will do me not a damned bit of good. I’m learning that there are times clarity is not a viable option. Nevertheless, I ask anyway.
I thought you were angry with her.
Maybe, but Eva wants. So we do it, OK?
OK, but I have presents I want to give to all of you from my trip and that comes before the party. So tell her not before eight.
We all get? Even Eva and Jessa?
Yeh, I bought for them today in town. The rest of you get stuff from the States.
OK, I tell her now. Wait a while.
The ‘wait a while’ is a warning that what comes next will not be fast. So, I get off the bike and find a place to sit. As I wait, I’m greeted by parents of kids here. There are smiles, attempts at a conversation in English, mostly barely successful, but with genuine good humor. It would appear that I’m the talk of the area, and am getting high marks for sheltering Eva. If they only knew, I think, as the smiles continue.
Between the times I’m greeted, I text Bim and ask her to push off dinner until eight, with the info that Debbie will be joining us.
You invite her? Why that?
No. Reyna asks for it because Eva asks her.
Not good! OK we do it.
A good fifteen minutes later my two girls are ready to climb onto the bike and ride home. Not another word about Debbie is mentioned.
Back at the house, I can see that those who know about my bank account want to share the news. I, however, want to get the minds oriented towards the presents. All are here but for Cincer, and I’ll give her present to her when she arrives. And so, as soon as I walk in the door, I ask Lorie and Nelia to bring my two bags out onto the terrace, and inform all that there are presents to be had.
It’s sort of funny how the mention of presents quiets any thought of my bank account!
Initially, both Eva and Jessa slide to the back of the circle around me, assuming that they are not included. It’s a reasonable surmise, and I don’t pay any attention to their choice of body placement. As it’s Reyna’s birthday, and as being here for her on her birthday was my goal, I have far more gifts for her than anyone else.
While in the States, I sought the advice of sales staff at a number of department store women’s departments. I had Reyna’s clothing sizes, shoe size, and suggestions of makeup needs from Cincer and Bim. With that, I loaded up on as much I could for the girl and, to a lesser amount for each of the others. There are bracelets, watches, tops, bras and panties from Victoria’s Secret, lipstick, nail polish, shoes that they can slip on and out of so that size isn’t as critical, and there’s chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
Other than Reyna and Cincer, who is yet to arrive, I give the presents out in the order they joined me. By the time I get close to giving Lorie her presents, my gals have figured out what I’m doing and Ann announces that I should be fast about Lorie’s as she can’t wait for hers!
Jessa asks, How you know Ri next?
Ha! Wait and see. I know.
Sure enough, of course, Lorie is next and gets her haul. As Ann finishes her collection, it’s clear that there’s far more that is yet to be distributed. Jessa mentions that Cincer must be my favorite. But Ann just laughs and tells her, Buang ka!
Seeing as I’ve already given Reyna hers, the next is Eva and as I grab the next wrapped package and call out, Eva!, I hear two gasps and see a knowing smirk coming from Ann.
Eva and Jessa get their gifts amid tears. Jessa, through sobs, informs me, Sir Ira, you not need to do this! I lucky you allow me to be here. That enough!
Hearing that, Eva says much the same thing.
You’re right. Both of you. I didn’t need to do this. I did it because I wanted to. It was my choice. Now do not mistake my decision for an assumption that I’m a good man. I’m pretty sure that many in this world will say I’m an evil man for bedding children. And I’m not sure I will not do things that will make you angry sometimes.
All I get in response is a sea of confused faces. And with perfect timing I note that Cincer has been standing behind me.
Good you say that. … Maybe you have something for me?
The presents are all distributed and I grab Reyna’s arm. Come with me.
Where?
To the bedroom.
Oh! Now?
Yes, now. I’m not going to wait until after midnight to have you.
Oh, my gee. OK. Hehe, Teacher will not know what is running down my leg as we talk!
That’s a hell of a thought!
Amid laughs and tears of joy, the others are enjoying trying things on and ‘bonding.’ My leading Reyna off to the bedroom is noticed by no one other than Lorie, my shadow, who signals her delighted approval as we leave the room.
There’s no seduction; none at all. Before I can even close the bedroom door, Reyna is removing her blouse with the school girl’s skirt following immediately thereafter.
No seduction… just unmitigated joy. Joy — boundless — with a passion that comes from within the heart, unprompted. Quite naked, Reyna now jumps onto my standing naked figure, latching arms around my neck and legs around my hips. My little monkey.
Does that sound negative to you? It isn’t meant to be. It’s what she calls herself often enough… Ira’s little monkey. She’s too short to reach the top cupboards as all the gals are, but it’s she who simply vaults onto the countertop and then stands to reach those cupboards.
Her young, lithe body becomes my appendage as her lips seek my face in short, staccato, kissing: cheeks, forehead, eyelids, chin and lips, all interspersed with giggles and vocalizations. Ira?
Um?
Debbie.
Um?
You know, right?
Huh?
Duh!
What?
She want you.
What!?
She do.
No!
It OK, I not mind.
No!
Mmmm, Ira, you get hard. I feel it!
I flop, back first, down onto the bed and roll over, putting Reyna under me. And then, repositioning a bit, I plunge into her underage cunt without seeking permission, as I know I would get it.
God! See, you excited.
Maybe I am, but it’s Reyna I’m inside. The thought of making Debbie watch, as I fuck Reyna over and over and Debbie frigs herself, is an image I can’t get out of my mind. Debbie might want me, though I can’t really believe it. But I don’t want her. So let her watch as I love those I do love and want.
Reyna wants to be back on top and so, still fully inserted, we flip over. Once again, as was the case last night, she isn’t moving up and down but rather sliding side to side, forward and back, over and over.
It feels great and Reyna is clearly enjoying it, but it won’t get me off. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe she is just wanting it to last. If so, that works just fine for me. I get a chance to look up at pert little breasts and a sweet, lovely face framed with luxurious thick black hair, as my cock is bathed in her juicy hot cunt. Oh poor me, right? I mean this is hard duty, right? Ha! Damn, I’m one lucky bastard.
Mmmm, Ira, what you want to do about Teacher?
You really don’t want to know, sweetheart.
Reyna squeezes her cunt muscles just a bit and gives me yet another mini-thrill as the side-to-side and circular motion continues.
Yes, I do. Tell me.
No! You will think I’m a bad man.
Tell me. I want to know!
I want her to see my cum slide down your thigh and then you tell her to lick it up!
Oh, God! Do me! I do it! Really!
And, as God is my witness, I roll Reyna back over and thirty seconds later am flooding her cunt with cum.
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1 - Cold in Cebuano. It would be ‘malamig’ in Tagalog.
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