On being a Father or an approximation thereof
Teenage girls need fathers. They may not agree with that on frequent occasions, but it is the truth. In the case of his five girls, it was the case in at least four if not five of them. Being the lover and the father was going to create a conflict. At least that was Joshua’s thought about it beforehand. It was the one thing that he hadn’t sussed out. Reality was proving different.
As the object of affection, rather than the one seeking them for sex, they were seeking him. So it was hard for the girls to ignore him when he did need them to do something. In consequence of being the Cum Cow, their personal Santa Claus, he was afforded a great deal of affectionate attention. When he said something, they listened. And so it was that the role of a father, which was inherent in his 50+ years, and their precious few years, was accepted with equanimity. He was ‘controlling.’ As a lover that would have been wrong. But, as a father, it was expected of him.
Not a one of these girls had ever had a father in their lives that they could remember. The fathering, loving, concern that Joshua expressed towards them was not felt as stifling. It was felt as a security blanket. They felt secure and loved in a way they had never felt before. They were loved, as a caregiver to his charges, as well as in a romantic sense. The roles were one and the same. It was only confusing for those who needed to create distinct categories and swear that never the twain shall meet. These girls did not have that societal rule embedded in their brains.
And so when Joshua decided that the girls needed to get out of the apartment, have some fun, and leave him alone, even though they wanted to stay home with him, they didn’t argue. He gave them enough money to see a movie, have a meal at Jollibee’s, and just hang out at the mall.
It was a little before noon when he kicked all four out of the apartment. His instructions were simple. Have fun, stay out of trouble, and do not come home until 6pm. As to the type of parenting when you tell kids it was time to go to school, it wasn't an issue, as they wanted to go to school. When it came to cleaning, Arlin and Janna were taskmasters to Mhitze and Ricca; there was not an unkempt or dirty place in the apartment. When it came to bedtime… well, that simply was not a problem. It was the concept of playing and having fun that the girls had not a clue about and had to be parented.
And so, the rest of Sunday was quiet and restful for Joshua, with only one exception. The exception came in the form of an email from Joydee. She had written back rather than accept Joshua’s email as final. Her email, in return, was of a woman begging, but begging for what? There was nothing Joshua could do for her.
Joshua just stared at the missive, unable to fathom how to respond. Finally, after a prolonged period of reflection, Joshua closed the message without responding. It was not that he decided not to respond. It was more that he was without a clue as how to respond. Possibly time and distance would offer up the answer that first impressions failed to find.
The mystery novel that Joshua had purchased yesterday was still unfinished. He picked it up and much of the balance of the afternoon was devoted to finishing off the tale. While, in the end, it was not fully satisfying, it was in its own right, enjoyable and relaxing. However, every so many pages, Joydee’s letter would come, front and center, in his consciousness, and that most assuredly diminished the novel’s palliative effect. So, as evening approached, and the tale was at an end, Joshua was still troubled.
Also, as evening approached, his four young girls returned home.
For these girls, it was an uneasy homecoming. They had been away for hours. Hours away, not because of tasks or school, but rather to have fun, and while they did have fun during the afternoon hours, they also felt as if they were abandoning the one person in their world upon whom their future most depended. He was their lover; he was their protector; he was an adult, their lawgiver. In an incredibly short time span, Joshua had become the sum of their world. He defined their universe and delimited its boundaries. He didn’t tell the girls this; they simply knew it. And, in knowing it, they felt that having fun without him was, in and of itself, inherently wrong.
It was Ricca who felt the least concern. She launched her small body into Joshua’s arms and held him tight, whispering in his ear: Thank you! I had a great day.
And with one sentence, the rising unease in the room was stilled. Looking into the open and sweet face of his youngest love, he asked, Ricca, do you think you are ready to spend a night with me alone, or do you need someone else with us?
Ricca squealed, wiggled on his lap and then announced, loud enough for all to hear, I will be your wife tonight!
And so it was. Arlin, Mhitze and Janna cooperated on getting supper on the table and cleaning up thereafter. All the while, Joshua was snuggling with Ricca, as the youngster proceeded to inform Joshua, in the most conspiratorial of tones, of all the details of the day’s activities.
As her story unfolded, Joshua was stroking Ricca’s twelve-year-old body. He touched every inch of the girl. His fingers roamed over her face, down her back and her legs, over her undeveloped breasts, over her ass, onto and into her pussy. While she talked, he nibbled her neck, her ears, her eyelids, her shoulders. And when she finally came to a stopping point, he tilted back her young and sweet — if no longer innocent — head and gave her an intense kiss on the lips that would have seemed less unusual if Ricca was twenty-one and not twelve.
Ricca returned Joshua's passion with an intensity of her own. She was announcing her status in that kiss. It was not the kiss of a child to an adult. It was, most clearly, a kiss of real passion. Joshua was startled for a moment, but only a moment. Recognizing the kiss for what it was, he relished it, savored it; he rejoiced in it.
Then it was time for supper. The meal was tasty, if a rehash of previous meals. Almost everything on the table was consumed by the end of it. The fresh foods they had purchased in the market had now been used. On Monday, tomorrow, Arlin and Mhitze would return to the market for more food while Janna and Ricca were in school. There was in the apartment enough food for breakfast, but that was all.
While the other girls cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for the morning, Joshua and Ricca retired to the master bedroom. Ricca was ready to jump into bed, but Joshua steered her to the shower. Both entered the shower and carefully washed each other, leaving no crease or crevice unattended. The playful kissing and foreplay was an added benefit. The fact that this was a cold shower only slightly dampened their exuberance.
After toweling off, Joshua led Ricca back to the bed and had her lie on her back. Hovering over her, he placed a sweet, light kiss on her lips, and then proceeded to position himself between her small legs. She was certainly small. Her hairless pussy was small, as well. Joshua used his fingers to spread her labia. His tongue circled her clit. Ricca’s ass squirmed and her breathing became rapid as his attention to her pussy continued unabated.
This was as close to Joshua’s fantasy as it was possible to get. This had been his masturbation fantasy. Now spread out before him was his fantasy incarnate. Ricca was his dream, come true. He licked her ass, her belly, her legs, her flat chest and then again he returned to her pussy. For Joshua, she was his manna from his own irreligious heaven.
Ricca was in a dream world. Nothing in her young life had prepared her for the sexual stimulation Joshua gave her. Nothing prepared her for the feeling of sexual vulnerability and simultaneous sexual power she was experiencing.
Society has attempted to push these feelings away in time — to those of a supposedly more mature adult age. But biology was having nothing to do with that conspiracy. Ricca’s body had awakened. There would never be any turning back from that reality. Ricca’s body entered into its life of sexuality at the same time she attached to the most intense object of love. Just as an infant when opening and focusing its eyes for the first time on the image of the ‘mother’ imprints a lifelong attachment, so did Ricca’s attachment to Joshua at the very moment of her true sexual awakening from the mist of sexual latency become imprinted on her brain and heart. Ricca’s attachment to Joshua would be an unbreakable lifelong reality.
Is that why societies pushed dating and marriage to later in a female’s life? Did they want the first sexual awakening to be accompanied by fantasy mates, fantasies that would crumble and die away? Delaying, and thereby preventing the imprinting that was occurring at that very moment in Ricca’s life?
Nothing that Joshua might have fantasized, would or could ever match the reality of what was transpiring before him at this very moment. He might turn into an ogre, she might turn into a beauty or a hag, but forever, she was to be bound to him. Such was the imprinting that was occurring.
While not aware of the biological and emotional circuits that were forever being embedded into place, Joshua was aware that his need for this child had become intense and palpable in a way that surprised him. His member was rock hard as he moved his body up and over hers. This was to be no gentle fucking with the child riding her man’s cock. This time Ricca was under him. Joshua, with his hand, moved his cock up and down over Ricca’s slit, gathering up her female secretions. There were secretions and copious amounts of them. And then, with his glistening cock at the opening of her passage, he pushed down and into her cunt.
He heard Ricca’s gasp. He pulled back an inch and pushed in more forcefully. The girl was now impaled on his member. She was meat on his skewer. She was mewing to herself. Joshua began fucking Ricca in earnest.
Ricca took all Joshua had to give, absorbing the cock as it pounded deep into her young pussy. She took it until the moment when her body started screaming for more. It was then that Joshua heard the young girl shouting to him: More, Joshua! Give it to me harder! Fuck me harder! Harder! Fuck me h-a-r-d-er!
And that Joshua did. His cock was squeezed tight inside the small vessel of the girl’s cunt. He felt all of her in each movement he made. Her screams were in his ears as his need to plant his seed, his crazy biological need, which if it became reality would be a colossal mistake, became inexorably the only thing in his sexually addled brain. His loins pounded her, her screams egged him on and on. Finally, with nothing stopping either of them from the potentially disastrous result, Joshua flooded Ricca’s cunt with cum.
Sweating and exhausted, Joshua rolled off Ricca, slid his arm around her back, and pulled her onto him. Kissing followed unabated for some twenty minutes before blessed sleep took both of them.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Joshua was awakened by an intense need to cum. The cause was Ricca, who was giving him head. Her technique had become better than just proficient. One hand squeezing his balls, one playing with his prostate, her mouth applying all the suction she could muster, Joshua was fighting to delay his cum. The fight was fruitless. In thirty seconds, Ricca had earned her reward, which she swallowed, being unwilling to do otherwise. Both drifted back to sleep with Ricca still between Joshua’s legs.
Morning came early. Arlin entered the master bedroom to the sight of Ricca beneath the covers and between Joshua legs, holding onto the man’s penis.
Joshua was equally deep in sleep. After pulling the covers back a little, she just looked at the two of them. A smile crossed her face. If he could show Arlin love, like the love he must have for Ricca, then maybe, just maybe, they would all be OK. Joshua sure seemed like a good man. Arlin roused Ricca first and sent her off to get ready for school.
Arlin then climbed onto the bed, recapitulating Ricca’s position. From there she took Joshua in her mouth. He was soft. She didn’t expect much to change, as he would most assuredly awaken. But Joshua didn’t awaken immediately. As Arlin sucked on his member, his cock regained stiffness. Once again, Joshua awakened to a female giving him head. This time, and finally realizing it was Arlin, and being in an unusually predatory state that might have been related to an unfinished dream which he could not remember, Joshua disengaged from Arlin, pulled her up to him and placed her face down on the bed. He shoved a pillow under her loins. Her ass now elevated a bit, he centered his saliva coated cock against Arlin’s asshole and plunged in to the unassuming girl. There was nothing gentle about this. Arlin was being taken. She had claimed him before. Now he was doing the same to her.
Her ass was his, literally.
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