The Ark

Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged

What was and what will be...6

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

What was and what will be...7

Each of them has decided. Pregnancy is OK.

Eva is a bit taller, with a few more curves than Reyna. Depending on what she is wearing you might or might not even notice the difference. I’ve no idea if the girl is a virgin. I honestly know nothing much about her, other than why is she is an orphan.

She has no makeup on at all. She is wearing purple shorts and a red and white knit top. That’s all I see. So maybe there’s a bra and panties, but she is barefooted and without any jewelry. Her black hair frames her cute brown face.

Virgin or not, she has had some sex with Lorie, so she knows something about what’s going to happen.

I was going to reach out to kiss her, but she is busy disrobing in an all-fired hurry. I might as well ditch my clothing as well. Eva isn’t interested in romance. She wants to get fucked… even more than Jessa, and Jessa wasn’t dawdling. I guess we will have to reorder things, if possible, and put the romance at the back end. Fuck first, love later.

No sooner than the last of my clothing is off my body, Eva is dragging me to the bed.

Eva! Are you a virgin?

The kid looks at me, frightened. She says nothing.

Are you?

It OK. No one complain! I promise!

That’s it? She is a virgin and she’s afraid I’ll not enter her because maybe I’ll be afraid?

Eva, relax, we’ll do this. But if you’re a virgin, the first time, maybe it will hurt and bleed a little. I’ll put a towel down so no blood gets on the sheets. That’s all. So... are you a virgin?

I think, yes.

But you’re not sure?

It OK, Sir. I promise.

I’m not going to get anything useful out of her. OK, I know she’s older than Reyna, but in some ways she is more at risk in so many ways. She hasn’t had her own Jessa to watch over her. She has been floating in the ocean and I represent maybe just a life preserver, maybe flimsy and barely enough to keep her from drowning right now, or maybe the Promised Land: high dry and stable. She can’t know which it is.

Which I am for her, I really don’t know, either.

Taking her seems so damned wrong. And yet, she damned sure wants it. But like two others, she’s so fucking young. I’ve no business taking three children as lovers. It’s wrong on many levels, but in the two previous cases, it seems to me, it was different.

Ann was an independent actor, able to fend for herself and make reasonably informed decisions. Reyna had Jessa as counsel. Reyna would not have entered my bed, regardless of her initial request, if Jessa didn’t support it. To that extent, Reyna had help in making an informed decision.

But Eva… it’s different. She was without a roof or even a safe source for sustenance. Might she not have been willing to grab on to a snake if it swam close enough to grab? I’m not a snake. Or at least, I don’t think I’m a snake. Is that enough of an excuse?

I’m no closer to equanimity of conscience as my cock meets hymen and pushes through. I know I’ve pushed something aside, as I feel it give way, but Eva doesn’t evince any indication that the moment occurs. What I see on her face is determination and concentration.

Sex is supposed to feel good. I’m not sure if that is Eva’s reality. I decide to flip us over. Let Eva be on top and control what is happening.

As I begin the move, the girl is panicky. She simply has no idea what is happening.

Relax, child. It’ll be OK. Roll over with me and try to keep me inside you.

She indicates that she understands and it’s done. I’m on my back looking up at her sweet face with furrowed brow and confused aspect.

You’re in control now. Do what feels good to you. OK?

Slowly, she processes the information. Small movements, this way and that. A little more before another stop. And then a bounce. And a surprised look. Another bounce. A smile. A bounce and a giggle.

And now she’s got it. She’s not stopping. Eva’s riding my cock, and if her expression is any indication, she’s having a damned good time.

Her black hair is going in all sorts of directions as the passion of her activity ramps up.

Now, as if, for the first time aware that she has a partner, and not someone doing something to her, or whom she is taking something from, her eyes lock on to mine. The motions of her body become more regular, more involved with communicating something from her body to mine.

As if a new concept reaches her brain, she posts¹ twice more, stops and, Sir, roll me back again, please. I understand now.

The education of Eva. We cooperate in the move. I’m nuts deep in the girl. Gone is the look of concentration and concern. It’s replaced by one of amazement and anticipation. Ready na, Sir. Do me good. I truly ready. Your girl na. Truly. This truly good.

Having cum earlier today, I was not sure if this was a good time and I’m really not sure yet. But I’m having no problem staying hard.

Eva, if you get tired in this position, we can try another one.

This good, Sir, says she with a big smile across her face.

And so, on we fuck, and apparently the longer it lasts the happier Eva becomes. She is egging me on, wanting all I have to give her. She’s teasing me that she will need this every day. I tease her back, Be careful or I’ll have Teacher Debbie eat your pussy.

It doesn’t faze her a bit as she retorts… That OK, just fuck me when she done!

And with that, I blow my load. Welcome to the family, sweet Eva.

Supper is a little late, but that is no problem, though I’m certainly hungry!

We, all of us, are sitting around the table after the meal when there’s a call from out on the street, Ay-oooo²!

Bim looks out. It Debbie.

I nod and Bim goes out to unlock the gate and let the gal in. As Bim leaves the table, Eva says… Make her eat me like she do Reyna. I ready!

There are chuckles from others at the table. The doings of last night have been well parsed by all here. But the merriment ends with, You rape me! Why you think you can do that?

If you think I raped you, why are you here and not at the police department?

Who take care of Eva? If not that, I would!

Why do you think I raped you?

You do!

Did Reyna rape you or did you rape Reyna?

What?

Well, you had sex with Reyna. If you say what happened was without consent, then one of you raped the other. Who raped whom?

You get me drunk!

I did no such thing. You did that all on your own. I never poured you a glass of anything. There are plenty of witnesses to that and you damned well ought to know it.

You took advantage of me!

Didn’t you take advantage of me by placing Eva here? You lied and acted in a sneaky way. This time, Eva is not going to run away. She understands what is happening. No, indeed… Eva, out of Debbie’s sightline, is flicking her tongue in mock suggestion of potential events to come.

Debbie, last night, what did I tell you would happen if you came back here?

Oh! She had forgotten! Her eyes open wide. She looks at me and then turns to Eva, who looks right back at her without a blink, before Debbie returns her gaze to me and says, You wouldn’t!

I wouldn’t what?

I not want to say it. You know, yes, you know. Why you ask? Why you make this threat?

Well, you are back here. Right? So, is it a threat, or simply what will happen since you are here, once again? You are not going to the police; you told us that. So, what is the purpose of your coming here, if not for what I told you would happen? … Do you need some brandy to find the courage?

Debbie crumples into a chair and starts crying. Why you do this to me?

You know, I could ask the same thing of you.

Why you make me have sex with Reyna?

Why did you tell me Eva was fourteen, when she is almost sixteen?

I tell you I think you like young girls!

Debbie, allow me to make this crystal clear to you. From now on, every young girl you push on me, I’ll make you have sex with. And if that girl doesn’t want it, I’ll make you have sex with a girl even younger. You leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone. But every time you come here, you will have sex with an underage girl. So if you don’t want that, don’t come here.

Why you do this?

You have been butting into my life since I first arrived in Santa Rita. I didn’t ask for that, and I don’t want it, but you don’t seem to care. You have been a problem for me since the beginning. Like I said, leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone. But since you are here, take Eva into my bedroom. You will find your dinner between her legs.

Debbie is close to freaking out. Nelia and Lorie have taken up posts close to the gate. I gather they have no intent of letting the gal run away. Debbie sees them and screams, Why?

Because you came back. I warned you last night. ... Eva, you ready.

Yes, Sir.

OK, take her back to the bedroom.

Eva gets up and takes hold of Debbie’s arm. Come, Miss. Sir say you come with me. Please just come.

Debbie’s looking around in panic. Not alone! I not want to be alone with Eva. It wrong!

Of course it’s wrong. The whole damned thing is wrong. The one thing I’m sure of is that I’ve had a bellyful of Debbie’s interference in my life. It needs to end. She is clearly not going to the police, so, while this is wrong in so many ways, maybe it’ll end her stirring the pot and interfering.

OK, you don’t have to be alone with Eva. Which one of the gals do you want to add to the party?

No! You come. Like last night.

You said I raped you last night. Why would you want me there tonight?

OK, it not rape. I wrong. Just come.

I’ve had sex twice today and I’m no young man. What’s that song, I’m not as good as I once was? I think it was by Toby Keith. I’m just not sure I’m up to anything right now.

Cincer sees the look in my face and starts to chuckle. And that causes the other gals to get the point and now all are. That is confusing the hell out of Debbie.

Why they laughing? What funny?

They know what I’ve been doing today. You don’t. So they know why my going with you seems funny.

What they know!

They know how old I am and how many women I am likely to be able to service in one day. We, all of us, suspect that I’ve already hit that limit.

I not understand. Service?

Cincer decides I need a translator. Fuck… Service mean fuck. Cincer, it seems, isn’t done. Try, Ira. Maybe you set a new record!

Did she just double-dog dare me?³ There’s some guffawing and laughing, but Cincer follows up with…Go with them. It not matter if you can. Just be there. You are mean to the Teacher. I know you right, but it mean, so do this anyway. She learn the lesson, even if you just there.

I get up to go with Eva and Debbie, back to the bedroom I just left not more than ninety minutes before. Debbie’s whimpering, but I’m just not buying her act. I’ve had enough of this bitch. Reyna, Ann come with us.

All having entered the bedroom, Ann closes the door while Eva politely asks her English teacher to strip. Debbie is not moving, and this isn’t going to work. All three of my gals grab parts of Debbie in the effort to strip everything off the woman.

Debbie’s not fighting them, as much as she isn’t helping. So the process isn’t fast, but it’s completed, following which Eva strips down.

Ann looks at me for guidance and, yes, she and Reyna need to get with it too, just as I’m in the process of doing. Clothing litters the floor. Not an article of clothing is left on anyone’s body.

Reyna tells Eva how to position herself before getting Ann’s help in forcing Debbie into her position, face down in front of Eva’s wide-open, slick cunt. Debbie swivels her head and looks back at me… for what? Does she want me to mount her? My cock isn’t even at half-staff. I grab Reyna and put her kneeling, facing Debbie’s cunt. I don’t need to say anything.

Ann decides my cock needs therapy and squats with lips at cock level, and begins the treatment, just as Eva grabs her teacher’s head and brings it into contact with her cunt. Reyna starts, somewhat aggressively, fingering Debbie’s cunt with both her hands.

But Debbie hasn’t really gotten with the program. Reyna, if Eva tells you to be mean to Debbie, you are to shove your hand into your teacher’s cunt and make a fist once you get inside her. Eva, if Debbie isn’t eating you good, tell Reyna.

That does the trick. Debbie starts eating Eva in a meaningful way. No more inducement is needed. Debbie’s cheeks are dripping Eva’s juices but, equally interestingly, Reyna’s hand is dripping Debbie’s juices. The gal is getting off on the attention. Reyna can see me, but Debbie can’t. I make a fist and nod toward Debbie. Reyna gets the clue and inserts her whole small hand inside her teacher and makes a fist before fucking the gal with her hand.

Debbie is going nuts, screaming, squirting, and cumming. Eva is having a hard time keeping Debbie’s mouth where it needs to be and starts cussing her teacher. Debbie tries to get back to what she has been told to do, but Reyna isn’t letting up… until her arm gets tired and she asks Ann to spell her.

Ann has me sort of hard… hard enough to slide into a cunt. As Ann pushes her hand into Debbie, eliciting more screams and cusses, I mount Reyna from behind.

Eva has had enough and pushes away from her teacher. Ann now has Debbie’s complete attention. I’m ignoring the woman, but Ann decides she can impart some advice to the bitch.

You come back here and all us girls do you. When we done you not walk anymore. That true! You want that, you come. You not want that, you not come. You not have Ira again. Never. … You want Ira to take another girl, we do you this way and the new girl; she do you this way. Ira say stay away. I say, I not care. You want, we do you every day. I not care. Come and we do you!

All the while, Ann has been fist-fucking Debbie hard as hell.

An hour later, Debbie is gone, hopefully, for good. I, sure as hell, hope she doesn’t decide to take up Ann’s invitation. For what it’s worth, Reyna got a good ride out of me, though I’m damned sure I’ll be useless tomorrow.

As Saturday comes to a close, there’s no one waiting in the wings. I’m exhausted from the trip and that which has followed. I want a peaceful Sunday. On Monday I want to find an architect and an engineer.

The reality of the Indonesian tsunami, and the infrequent, but real, threat of massive typhoons, plus all this talk I hear about climate change, has me more than a little worried. This place where we live is basically a flat plain surrounded by ocean. Yes, there are gentle slopes and gullies, but it’s basically flat and damned close to sea level. Before the tsunami, it wasn’t a real concern I had. But the death toll, which even now continues to rise in Indonesia, has really focused my attention. I need a solution.

I’ve read up as much as I can on technical ideas, but what the fuck do I know about this sort of shit? I need help. I’m not going to sink (pun?) all my profit from my house in the US into something that is going to get washed away.

I gather that some things seem to do better with storm surges and tsunamis, but I don’t really understand why, and so, that’s not a good way to start.

Some of my money is sitting in the bank, and the rest of it can follow as needed. I definitely want out of the place we are renting. It’s OK for a little bit, but it really isn’t working well for us now that we are nine.

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