Daughters

Later in the evening, the house became very quiet. Joshua peeked into each bedroom just enough to know that his girls were all sound asleep. The reality of his sleeping alone was of no consequence. He took a shower and got into his own bed, without any complaint. Sleeping alone had always seemed like a penalty, a failure, to him before. Tonight it was welcome.

Had he desired more than he could live with? That thought seemed so improbable he refused to accept the premise. It was true that his role had morphed from seducer, to cum cow, (allowing for the fact that cows were female and so the metaphor was faulty). There were just four of them in the house now and he was the subject of competition. There were his other two out of the home yet. When they returned there would be competition among six. Yet he longed to hold Ana Fe. She would make order out of this. He pined for Mary, with whom he could review plans and make sure finances were stable. The ‘not having to do it all alone’ was seductive to him. He missed the two who were not with him.

Joshua had every intention of ‘sleeping-in’ Saturday morning. He didn’t hear the bedroom door open. He didn’t feel the movement of the bed as two bodies climbed in with him. He did feel a hand on his dick and lips on his both sides of his neck. His eyes were still closed. Deciding to just lie there and enjoy the experience, he kept his eyes closed.

Evidently, that wasn’t to be an option, as giggling ensued, along with an attempt to tickle him, which was simply unsuccessful. Joshua opened his eyes, to see Ricca and Mhitze on either side of him. Each was wearing a skimpy and pretty panty — nothing else. Ricca ended the hand job she had been administering and proceeded to take him orally. Her oral skills were quite good.

Mhitze had been nibbling an ear, but Joshua pulled her to his lips. She felt his hot breath. Mhitze had never been kissed like this before. It was hot sex. There was passion in his heart, and in hers. In unison, a need for each other built. Ricca might have his dick, but via Joshua’s lips, she had his heart and soul. Mhitze didn’t know how she knew it, but she was sure of it never-the-less.

Joshua’s fingers were tangled up in her hair. Her hands were gripping his head. As one breathed in the other breathed out. They were sharing their life forces between each other. Her toes tingled. Her whole body was alive to the lightest touch. Mhitze wanted to pour her entire soul into Joshua’s mouth and become one within him. She wanted Joshua to devour her.

Ricca, deciding she needed a bit more action, ended her oral administrations and, sans condom once again, mounted Joshua’s stiff dick. Her tight wet vise that Joshua felt envelop his member, while kissing Mhitze, was not to be ignored. He felt a pull on his nuts, as his member loaded up cum he would deposit in his youngest charge. Her hot, wet liquids ran over his loins; his cock was in ecstatic torment by the tightness of Ricca’s canal. Mhitze’s breath was hot on his tongue and her tongue was whipping up his desire. Joshua could take no more and deposited a sizable amount of cum in Ricca. Cum, leaked out her pussy and back on him; forced out by Ricca’s pumping action. Joshua was limp.

The two girls, proud of their obvious accomplishment, were smiling broadly and relaxed as they snuggled into their man. The fact that the sheets were a wreck was a badge of honor. Only a hint of remorse touched Mhitze. She had wanted to disappear inside Joshua. But as much as that was what she wanted, it would never be.

So much for sleeping in!

Joshua showered with energetic assistance provided by eager hands. In the shower, his girls, the water plastering their hair, their diminutive bodies glistening with a sheen of water, their hairless bodies and naked smooth pubes, looked so young, so vulnerable, so intensely and perversely desirable.

Joshua was startled out of his reverie by Mhitze, who took to her knees and proceeded to give his limp dick, mouth-to-cock, resuscitation. There was no way he would cum again so soon after the last delivery of cum just minutes before, but his dick did start to thicken and stiffen up a bit. Ricca grabbed a washrag and soaped up his bum before allowing the stream of water to rinse him clean. With Mhitze still applying medical assistance to Joshua’s cock, Ricca now spread his clean ass cheeks and inserted her tongue into his asshole. Joshua’s cum exploded into Mhitze’s mouth.

Breakfast, including hot and freshly brewed coffee, was on the table waiting for him when he appeared in the kitchen. This was a shopping day, and the girls were excited to get it going.

As Joshua looked over his coterie of girls, he thought about the difference between dreams and reality.

In dreams, the shopping trip would be yet another subtext to think about sexual adventures in risky places, like changing rooms in dress shops, with his girls and some eager sales girl or the woman in the next booth. But this was reality, and there would be no sex on this trip.

The reality was that Joshua didn’t desire to bring unwanted attention to the girls or to his own self. So they would act like an uncle and his nieces today. There would be no inappropriate touching. In reality, you played for the long game and not so much the next five seconds. In dreams, there often were no consequences, not so in reality.

The shopping trip was to create a basic wardrobe, including shoes, for Arlin and Mhitze, and that was exactly what he wanted to happen today. Before they left for the mall, he and the girls created a list. On it was what was wanted and the quantity of each item desired. A budget was established. All had a hand in the decisions and seemed happy with the decisions.

Never in Arlin or Mhitze’s life had they ever had ‘new’ clothing. Their mother would pick used clothes out of a pile of used clothing at the market. They didn’t say anything to Ricca, Janna or Joshua, but each of the two, in her own heart, knew that this would be a day she would remember forever. There was a sense of bewilderment. The list was not for a single shirt or shorts. It was for seven of this, six of that and so forth! Each of the two wondered why Joshua was being so nice to them. He could have had all of them without this largess. Surely, he knew that!

He did know it. But Joshua was doing this for other reasons, ones both hard to explain and maybe not so rational. Maybe he really loved these girls.

The shopping and the time they took off to eat (in the food court) lasted five hours. From ten in the morning, to three in the afternoon, the girls attended to the shopping. They had a blast. Never had they had such money in their pockets. They had, all their lives, seen the wealthy as a world apart, one to which they would never have entrance.

Now they were shopping for new fashions at the mall. Now they looked around and saw the world from a new vantage point.

At the food court, there was another revelation. In the past they would scope out what things cost, to figure out what they might be able to afford. Today they scoped out the food court to decide what they ‘wanted’ to eat! On one hand, how great was that? On the other, it was harder to choose. Which choice would be the best?

Joshua, once at the mall, stepped into the National Book Store and purchased a mystery novel, which he proceeded to read while the shopping continued. By the time the girls had completed the shopping, Joshua had made his way through two thirds of the book. When he finally looked up and saw the four of them, it was hard to see much more than grinning, giggling heads bobbing above the packages, and little feet below.

Getting back to the apartment was a little pricier than the cost of getting to the mall. With all the packages, they needed a taxi and not a tricycle. The girls were animated with conversation, giggling, playful jostling and laughter. Joshua was pleased but, ignored all of it. This was between the girls and not for him. He created the environment that allowed it all to happen, but this wasn’t his place to intrude. He was savvy enough to understand that.

Once back to the apartment, Joshua settled down and read email while the clothing was put away and a supper prepared. There was an email from Joydee. Joshua didn’t really know what to say to the woman. He wished he had never chatted with her. He left the letter without a response. A few letters from friends needed to be, and were, answered. Once done, Joshua was about to return to his book when supper was announced. Once again, Arlin proved her merit in the kitchen. Supper was superb.

How did a girl so young learn to cook? Joshua saw no reason not to ask, and the answer he received was both obvious and irritating. The very fact that it was irritating was, in itself, something of a double-edged sword, with which he essentially was skewering himself.

Arlin’s mother had been a maid. She had been given a couple of pallets for her children and herself to sleep upon, in something that was essentially a hallway and dirty-kitchen¹ combination. There was no privacy. She got leftovers to eat and was paid ₱1000 a month, about $23.00. But not only did she work, her children also worked, as soon as they were old enough to do so. And so it was that, as a little slip of a thing, Arlin learned to cook for the family that employed her mother as a maid.

In Joshua’s mind there was no difference between that and slavery. Still, what exactly was Joshua doing but taking advantage of the same economic mismatch. After chewing on his discomfort for a bit, he tried to let it go and paid renewed interest in the food in front of him.

All ate until stuffed. Joshua could already see the signs of proper nutrition on Arlin and Mhitze. They looked healthier and glowed in a way they had not before. After supper, all the girls pitched in and cleaned things up. Within thirty minutes, the kitchen was spotless and everything clean and put in its place.

Joshua had made it through two more chapters of his novel, when all four females descended upon him; not one of them was older than sixteen years of age.

His mind was in a semi daze. In what world was such a thing even possible? And, in what seemed like an instant through that daze, he was stripped naked. In a commanding voice, Arlin told him that he needed to get up and proceed to his bedroom. By the time he entered, his attackers were naked as well.

With Arlin on one arm and Janna on the other, Joshua was placed on his back on his own bed. Joshua experienced something of which he had never dreamed. Arlin was French kissing him, Mhitze and Ricca were sucking and licking his nipples. Janna was giving him head and fingering his asshole.

Joshua’s semi-hard cock was now rigid. His balls were tight. Just as he was about to come, Janna stopped sucking and fingering him. Instead, she had a death grip around the base of his dick. That stopped Joshua from shooting his load.

Next, Janna switched with Mhitze, and the entire scene was replayed. Once again, the girls brought him to the very edge and then shut Joshua down.

Next was Arlin. But before she left Joshua’s lips, she whispered, You’re my man, now give me my baby. This time it wasn’t a mouth that encased Joshua’s member, it was Arlin’s pussy. Arlin was not interested in stopping. She was on top and had her man’s dick deep inside her. She wanted all he had to offer. Joshua tried with all his will power to restrain from cumming inside Arlin. He did want her pregnant, he dreamed of them all pregnant with his seed, but not yet. And yet, there was no way Joshua’s gonads were having a meaningful conversation with his brain.

Joshua was fighting the good fight, but when he felt the hot juices from Arlin’s pussy flow over his dick and the clamping of her young and powerful vaginal muscles squeezing his dick at the same time, there was no controlling his body’s primal need to attempt to inseminate the girl. His body spasmed, his teeth clenched, his balls ached, his breath ragged, Joshua’s body did what it was designed to do. To do what thousands of generations of instinct required.

In that instant, there was no difference between primal lust, love, caring, controlling, protecting and herding his females. All existed, all were true, as Joshua bellowed and grunted and melted into the mattress.

His girls knew none of this, other than being aware that Arlin had her prize and all had a reason to believe that Joshua was their man.

Joshua would not awaken until the morning. When he did, he realized he was uncomfortably warm. He found himself under bodies instead of a blanket. It was the body heat of the four girls that had him in a pool of sweat in the air-conditioned bedroom.

Needing to relieve his bladder was complicated by the problem of how to extricate himself without waking all four of them. The task proved impossible, and so the next problem was to get to the CR before his girls did, as each seemed to wake with the same need as he. He lost that race as well, but did finally relieve the pressure, as the girls were at least considerate and fairly speedy.

This was Sunday, and though the days were all ‘vacation days’ for Joshua, Sunday always seemed to have a special feel to it. It was a slow day. And he was, for all the wonderful young and willing pussy at his fingertips, sorely missing Ana Fe and Mary. He knew things took time to get done here, but that didn’t mute his ache to see them again.

Arlin and Janna heated up the rice and warmed up dishes that had been made last night. All was ready for anyone who wanted to eat. This wasn’t breakfast as done in the USA, but Joshua wasn’t in the USA. Scooping some white rice onto his plate, he was fully aware that no meal here was consumed without rice. But that didn’t mean that rice was the whole meal. It was also true that, no matter how poor, there would be something eaten with the rice. It was never consumed alone.

Joshua was pleased to note that the girls had gotten busy playing a card game, called ‘tong-its.’ Three could play it and that was one less than the number of girls presently under the roof, and so one would hang over the shoulder of her sister for a few hands and then swap positons. The game was similar to some games played in the USA, but not similar enough for Joshua to fathom the nuances of the game. It seemed incredibly arbitrary, but the girls seemed to understand the rules. It was a betting game and there were sufficient pesos in their hands that the game took on an urgency that was amusing to him.

Picking up his Philippine cell phone, he sent a simple SMS text to Ana Fe,

miss u. how soon?

A few minutes later, the reply came back,

good! miss u 2. tuesday. u still like new girls?

He was confused about the question but tapped out the reply,

yes.

There was no further message from Ana Fe. Joshua looked over at the girls, these lovely creatures that were his heart’s desire. He wondered what wheels were in motion.

Pushing that aside those thoughts, he opened up his laptop and logged into his email. There, among the spam and a few brief notes from friends, was another email from Joydee. Looking over at his four girls, he made a small but audible sigh. Returning to the email, he clicked on ‘reply’ and tapped out:

Joydee,

I appreciate how much you want to meet me. I know you would do anything to make that happen. However, there is simply no place for you in my future. This is not only because my hands are full now. It is also because I will be returning to the USA with my new family and, by law, cannot take you with me. To tell you otherwise would be to, unfairly, lead you on. I wish you good and true luck in the future. I am sorry that I could not help you.

Yours,
Joshua

After re-reading the message a few times, he sighed once more and clicked on send.

From the dining table, there came a peal of laugher and a shout, Tong-its!

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Chapter 14