The nature of addiction
Two girls were off to school. One was sacked out, and with a tender ass, on his bed. That left one, Mhitze, who was looking at him with the eyes of a child who needed reassurance.
Joshua had not been inside her pussy since Friday before supper. She had given him head and kissed him lovingly, but she had not had his cock inside her for the entire weekend. It was now Monday. He had fucked the others, but not her. Was there something wrong with her? She looked at him. He didn’t look upset or angry. He was smiling. He had even given her a hug this morning. A hug? That was supposed to tell her everything was OK? Really? Why hadn’t he bedded her since Friday? And did he really think a hug would be what she needed? She had hugged her brother just before they left him to fend for himself. A hug was a goodbye! Why had he hugged her? Why hadn’t he bedded her? What was wrong with her? Why didn’t he want her?
Joshua looked at Mhitze. Her face was a mask. Nothing was showing; nothing, except those eyes of hers. She couldn’t hide the fear in her eyes.
Joshua saw it. He saw it the moment the hug had ended. His dick was rubbed sore from the endless fucking and that last bit, in Arlin’s ass, had been the final straw. It was possible to fuck yourself raw. Joshua was the prime example right now. And yet, the one thing Mhitze needed was Joshua’s dick. Joshua took Mhitze back in his arms. She thought he was going to hug her again and she started to squirm, but Joshua’s arms were strong and he pulled her in for a kiss; not a fatherly kiss, but the kiss of a lover. His hand found her ass.
As he pulled her in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up on him wrapping her legs around his torso. Her head was now above his as she kissed down to him. His head was pointed towards the kitchen. There on a platter lay the one kalamansi1 and the lone eggplant that had not been consumed. The kalamansi would be nice in his tea later. Now he had other things to resolve. Arlin was in his bed. With Mhitze still attached to him and tongue lashing him, he swung by the kitchen counter and took her into Mary’s room.
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Arlin woke up to a quiet and empty master bedroom.
A woman in the USA might not take kindly to a man who had done everything to her just shy of telling her to her face that she was now his property. She might want to ask him, just who-the-hell he thought he was, treating her in such a manner; that she was a fully realized woman, equal to any man, and any man who tried to treat her in such a manner could blow it out his ass and leave hers alone.
But this was not the USA. Arlin was not a fully realized woman and she knew exactly how lucky she was to have a man such as Joshua claim her. Arlin was not angry. Yes, her ass was more than a little sore. She was having a hard time standing up or walking, but that would pass in a bit. What really mattered was that he had taken her. She knew in her heart that in the most basic, the most elemental, of ways, he had claimed her as his.
Arlin was surely sore — but Arlin was rejoicing.
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On a small island in the Visayas, one which required you to take a small boat to reach, as there was no other way on or off the island, Ana Fe and Mary, sandals and small bags held high in the air, climbed over the gunwale of the boat and into the water. The water was up to their asses. It was low tide and the boat could not reach the pier. They waded to shore. Reaching the shore, they approached the first woman they saw and asked her if she knew the whereabouts of Lola Lilian.
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Arlin entered the master bathroom slowly and gingerly sat on the toilet. She was afraid that this was going to be a painful event. Her fears were not completely unfounded.
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Mhitze was still glued to Joshua, though they were now lying on Mary’s bed. Joshua’s hands roamed over Mhitze’s small body. She denied his touch not a single thing. She welcomed his hands. She relished his fingers as they glided over her skin; her mouth sucking on his, trying to gain life from his breath, from his soul.
Joshua broke the lip-lock and, sliding down on her body, he undressed Mhitze and his lips savored each inch of skin as the disrobing continued her from neck down. He took a great deal of time exploring her breasts and the different types of stimulation that might be provided them. Mhitze was suitably pleased with the continuing attention.
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Arlin had entered the shower. It was cold, but that was the only type of shower she had ever known. Slowly the pain and discomfort was subsiding. She was regaining full control of her body. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Arlin was sure this was a very good day.
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The path to Lola Lilian’s was not an easy or quick one. Though the island was small, it did have hills and difficult walking paths that needed to be followed to reach the woman. Lilian was now in her 60’s and was still practicing her skill as a midwife. When the two women reached Lilian’s compound, they were informed that she was sleeping. The most recent delivery had kept her up over half the night. The sleeping Lilian was not to be awakened. The women were offered some rice, fried kangkong, and water to drink while they waited.
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When she got to the kitchen, Arlin was surprised to find that neither Joshua nor Mhitze were in evidence. Joshua had not even brewed coffee this morning. The coffee pot was ready, but had not been started. All else was clean. The lone eggplant that had been left over was missing, but nothing else was odd. Joshua’s laptop was sitting on the side table. She wanted to use it, but had never asked for such permission. She would not touch it without asking. The one thing she surely did not want to do was cause a problem now. Arlin sat down on an easy chair, lost in thought.
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Mhitze was making no noise. Her mouth was attached to Joshua’s. That Joshua was taking his time was no problem at all. She could feel his love for her. That was what she had needed. The cock in her pussy would come. That was not her concern. The simple fact that he desired her was the reassurance she had needed and that she was getting. He had slid her shorts down. She had kicked them off. Her panties had come next. They were also on the floor. His fingers were playing with her clit. She loved that, up to a point beyond which it would begin to be painful. Better to have his tongue down there. She whispered, Joshua, please lick me down there.
Joshua was more than happy to comply, but was in no hurry. On his way down, his mouth and tongue tasted and licked everything in his path. Some of the time, he lingered for a while before moving on. Mhitze’s clothing had all been discarded. And she, realizing that he still had all his clothes on, proceeded to remedy the matter. However, as her hand glanced over his erect cock, she noticed that he winced. Looking down, she could see redness on the member that ought not to be there. Her thoughts were taken in a very different direction a few moments later, when Joshua started is oral acquisition of her pussy.
Mhitze was no longer in need of proof of Joshua’s desire for her, as his tongue circled around the girl’s clit. She humped his face and he stayed right there at her clit. Then, his tongue invaded her cunt and the first of her orgasms hit her.
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Arlin no longer wondered where Mhitze and Joshua were. Her sister’s powerful orgasms had announced the couple’s presence in the far bedroom. But by the fifth orgasm, Arlin was more than a little curious, as she had thought Joshua would be worn out by now! She walked quietly to the occupied bedroom and gently opened the door a crack, as the screams from number six erupted.
There, on his back, was Joshua. Mhitze was lying on top of him. One of her breasts being sucked on rather vigorously; a couple of Joshua’s fingers were in the girl’s ass and, there being guided by his other hand, was the eggplant2, being rammed repeatedly up the girl’s cunt as she bucked and screamed through orgasm after orgasm. Arlin quietly backed away and closed the bedroom door.
Arlin climbed back on the easy chair and proceeded to frig herself into her own private moment of ecstasy.
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Ana Fe and Mary had been fed and their shorts had dried out from the wading ashore; however, they had yet to speak to Lilian. The woman was still asleep. It had taken close to a week of looking to locate this woman. This latest wait was simply another of the impediments they had experienced. There was no complaining, it was just the way life was. Not knowing how long they might need to wait this time, they chose to lie down and also sleep.
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Arlin must have fallen asleep. She awoke to the pungent smell of garlic and onion being blended in to a mashed eggplant. Joshua was not to be seen, but Mhitze was in the kitchen. Arlin walked into the kitchen and greeted her sister, (from Cebuano) Hey kid, destroying the evidence?
How did you know? Yes, I figured at this point, it was best to cook it before it went bad!
I walked in on you and saw. I’m surprised you can walk!
Really! But it is your fault. His penis is red and sore. What did you do to him?
It’s not my fault. He took me in the ass! I couldn’t walk for a while after that.
Joshua walking in from the master bedroom, What are you two talking about?
Arlin answered, perfectly straight-faced, We are talking about your penis. Did you put any lotion on it?
Mhitze called out. Come eat.
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Someone was shaking Ana Fe. A woman of indeterminate age — maybe her own age, but worn down through hard manual labor and missing some teeth — was standing over her. You can see Lola Lilian now. She is awake.
Ana Fe left Mary, still asleep, as she gained her feet and followed the other woman to a nippa hut some fifteen meters behind the house they had lain in. The old woman was sitting on a rattan chair under the shade of the roof.
Lola, my name is Ana Fe daughter of…
As Ana Fe explained her lineage, the woman’s face, at first a mask, became animated with bright eyes and a broad smile. Yes, she remembered Ana Fe’s mother… and yes, she remembered the birth. She did not remember why the papers of the birth were not filed, but it was certainly possible. Ana Fe explained that the clerk at the local civil registry had prepared some forms, if only Lola Lilian would complete them, Ana Fe would see that they were properly filed.
Yes, Lola Lilian would be happy to do so.
Lola, there is another matter I wish to speak with you about. The birth of two of my daughters, were also assisted by a midwife. And neither of those girls have birth records. The woman who helped me is dead and I didn’t know what to do. The clerk at the LCR suggested that you might be willing to sign papers for those births too. If you could do so, I would be ever so grateful. You know how difficult it is dealing with official channels without proper paperwork. I will be happy to offer you a thousand pesos for your assistance if you would be willing to accept my gratitude.
And so, with the passing of five ₱200 notes, the other two documents were duly signed. The notary seal was already affixed by a notary in the LCR office, on the assumption that Lilian would sign, and knowing that Lilian would not come to their office — the likely reason that the original documents were never filed.
The two women visited for another half an hour, sharing pleasant stories, before Ana Fe felt it was acceptable for her to take leave of the other woman and start back to the LCR and, from there, back to Joshua.
The walk back to the dock was a bit easier, as it was mostly downhill. It was high tide when they arrived. A boat was moored to the dock and, in the matter of minutes after arriving at the dock, they were back on the boat and crossing the ocean to the island where they would find the clerk at the LCR. Five minutes before the LCR closed for the day, they entered the building and, feeling not a small amount of triumph, laid out the duly signed documents, accompanied by three ₱1000 notes of gratitude. Stamp, stamp, stamp… the documents were accepted and processed.
And as quick as that, the wheels were greased for the claiming of two new daughters, and the ability to receive her Philippine passport. In her hands, she held ‘official’ birth records. The NSO would record the birth certificates and all would flow from there. Ana Fe now had five daughters, two of whom she had never met. She and Mary would fly back to Cebu tomorrow.
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After lunch, Arlin and Mhitze had insisted that Joshua remove his shorts so that they might apply some lotion to the poor, sore member. Joshua wasn’t fully convinced that this wasn’t the girls just being a bit playful, but he went along with it anyway. If they were just being silly, they certainly played their parts with a straight face as they inspected the damage and applied an ointment; after which, he was told to stay as he was and without covering while the ointment did its work. In the meantime, the two girls accepted some pesos from his wallet and left to go shopping.
Being alone and in his birthday suit without even a book to read, Joshua, after brewing and pouring some coffee, settled down with his computer. There was no new email, so he tried to catch up on doings in the USA via CNN’s website. He was still naked and sitting at the computer three hours later, when Arlin and Mhitze returned.
Arlin called from across the apartment, Has it not absorbed yet?
Huh?
The ointment Joshua, is it still there?
Oh! Huh, I guess it’s gone.
Does it feel any better?
Come here and help me check.
Arlin laughed. Bastos ka!3
Arlin walked over to her man and grabbed his dick firmly, Any better?
Yes.
Good, you can get dressed now.
And it was as he had buttoned the shorts and pulled up the zipper that his two schoolgirls burst through the door.
After hugs and kisses, those two settled down to complete homework, while eating slices of the cassava cake which Arlin had purchased at the market.
Arlin and Mhitze working in the kitchen; Janna and Ricca doing homework: It wasn’t, in any way, part of the fantasy he had lived with for years. This was something else. This was life.
Now if only Ana Fe and Mary would return.
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Mom, explain it to me again. Why are you doing this for those two girls?
Child, there are three reasons. First, Janna says it is necessary and I believe her. Second, the more children Joshua has the more he really needs you and me to keep things in order and under control. The last reason is that the more he sees he can have whatever he wants if he has me, the more I am sure he will never leave me.
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1 - Kalamansi is similar to a lime.
2 - Asian eggplants are long and thin, resembling the shape of a smooth dildo.
3 - You are rude! Meant jokingly.
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