Roxas Blvd.

The tires of the Airbus A321 touched down at 11:22am Thursday morning. The couple, who were to be legally married in the Philippines, emerged from the plane and into NAIA (MNL) terminal 3.

They had little in the way of luggage. Everything they needed had been stuffed into bags they could easily sling over their shoulders. They had taken advantage of the ‘Go Lite’ option from Cebu Pacific. The fares were significantly less than those of PAL. Cebu Pacific was the airline that proudly trumpeted, ‘Every Juan can fly!’

Joshua was worried. I’m not sure we will be able to recognize Joydee in this crowd.

Ha! Just look for the most beautiful woman; that will be her. You think I didn’t see her picture? Besides, she will see you. You stick out like a white shirt in a sea of mud!

Joshua remained concerned as they stepped into the great entry hall of terminal 3 and passed the velvet rope barrier. There was literally a throng of souls, all exuding exuberance at the expectation of seeing someone they had not seen for a very long time. Joshua did not see Joydee. Ana Fe did.

Joydee saw Joshua and immediately locked eyes on Ana Fe. The two exchanged silent greetings across the crowded room as Ana Fe guided her fiancé across the hall to Joydee and her three charges. Joydee had stood back away from the press of people and waited for her man to clear the crowd.

As Joshua finally saw Joydee, he had to acknowledge silently, she was the most beautiful woman there. She was stunningly beautiful.

It is hard to express, in ways of measurements, the subtle things that make one woman plain and another one lovely. We tend to say her face is lovely, her eyes enthralling… but this is just cover for expressing what cannot be expressed. It is quite impossible to explain in language the true difference between lovely, which Ana Fe was, and drop-dead gorgeous, which Joydee was. It can’t be explained. It can only be experienced. Joshua was experiencing it now. He had never, never in his life been with a woman who, in his judgment, was on a par with any beauty queen anywhere in the world. The likelihood that she would be his, at least for a while, was overwhelming.

There are positives and negatives to being as beautiful as was Joydee, and Joshua’s mind started listing them. On one side, he was instantly hot to jump her bones, so much so that he hadn’t even noticed her daughters, who were standing beside her. If and when she got to the USA, she would have many men who would line up to marry her. On the other side, women that amazingly beautiful frequently had big egos and difficult personalities. If she didn’t have those negatives, it was going to be very hard to give her away to another man!

And now, Joshua’s eyes travelled to the daughters. Each of the three was a Joydee in the making. Each was looking up at him with eyes of fear and hope. Fear that they would not be good enough for him, and hope that their lives would be far better than they were now. Whatever Joshua wanted, they would do. There was no option here. What Joshua wanted was… everything.

Ana Fe saw all of this and said nothing.

After a little awkwardness and a few hugs, they exited the air-conditioned terminal. It was hot outside… but then, it was always hot outside. And, in truth, it was cooler than the temp in Cebu, but just barely. Once outside, they walked past the unmetered vans and towards the regular taxis. There were six of them, and the taxi driver would make seven. In the USA, that simply would not work, as there wouldn’t be sufficient seating and belts. But this wasn’t the USA, and all the women climbed into the back without giving it a thought, while Joshua settled into the front passenger seat.

The appointment at the Embassy was at 9:30am Friday. The Bayview Park Hotel was right by the Embassy, and the driver of the metered yellow taxi was instructed (in Tagalog) by Ana Fe to go to the Hotel.

Driver (in Tagalog) spoke to Ana Fe, I’m not sure they are open, Madam.

Why kuya?¹

The flooding, Madam. Everything on Roxas Blvd. was flooded. The US Embassy was closed and I read that the Bayview Park Hotel was hit hard too.²

Drive that way while I call the hotel.

Joshua knew there was something wrong but, as the conversation had been entirely in Tagalog, he sat and waited for further information. The call, also in Tagalog, confirmed that the hotel had been flooded and shuttered for 48 hours, but had just that morning reopened. According the hotel clerk, the Embassy was expected to reopen Friday morning.

The drive to the hotel took over an hour in the heavy Manila gridlock traffic. The females sat quietly. They had much to discuss, but not in the hearing of the driver. The meter said ₱540 by the time they got to their destination. Ana Fe was sure the meter had been hacked, but said nothing.

The hotel was expecting them. As Joshua had specified that there were to be six of them, neither the desk clerk nor the bellhop, nor anyone at the concierge desk made any comment on the nature of the assembly. Discretion was part of their job. Once up in the suite and, after the bellhop had done his thing, showing off the features of the suite and the amenities, and after he had been tipped and let out the door, there was a moment when all let out a breath they had been holding and relaxed a bit.

By some silent process, the two women looked at each other, and Ana Fe granted Joydee permission to approach Joshua. Approach Joshua she did. Her arms grabbing onto him, her lips seeking his lips, her body nestled in to him as close as she might get. Joshua’s arms encircled her and held her as close as she held him. Their kiss lasted well over a minute. Kissing a woman this beautiful was exciting, but Joshua was not sure that Joydee’s offer of her three girls was real. Did she think that her own beauty, once he saw it, would be enough for him? He broke the kiss and spoke to Joydee.

Are you giving your daughters to me?

Yes, of course, I said I will. Why? Is there problem? You don’t like?

Everything is fine. They are almost as beautiful as are you. I want to make sure that you understand that, if I take them, they will lose their virginity and become pregnant. You understand that?

Yes.

Do they?

Yes!

Are any of them going to do this against their will?

No!

Joshua, still holding Joydee, but looking at the girls, You must be Rowena.

Yes, Po.

Come here child.

He let loose of Joydee and extended an arm to the girl: Is this what you want? Do you want to be my lover?

You will take care of us?

Yes.

Then yes, I want to be your lover.

You understand that you will no longer be a virgin? You may have babies before you are 16 years of age?

Yes, Po, I hope you will give me babies. It will make me happy.

Introduce me to your sisters. And tell me how to tell them apart!

Rowena was giggling. This is Febe and this is Janiza. See Janiza’s shoulder? See the birthmark?

That’s the only way to tell them apart?

Not for me, but it takes some time. They are very much alike and they do everything together.

Joshua, turning back to the twins, beckoned them with his head. They came.

Are you two also ready to have my babies and be my lovers?

Febe and Joniza spoke together. Can we be together when we are with you that way?

Yes.

Febe and Joniza, interspersed, If one of us is pregnant — you have to get the other one of us pregnant right away. OK?

Joshua was laughing now. OK. ... Rowena, why don’t you take the twins to a Mall for the afternoon? I will give you money for transportation and shopping. I think your mother, Ana Fe and I need to spend some time alone here for a few hours. OK?

Yes, Po.

Joshua gave Rowena ₱5000 in ₱500 and ₱100 notes.

Both Joydee and Ana Fe insisted it was far too much! The two women decided that ₱2000 was enough if not way too much!

And so, ₱3000 was returned to Joshua.

But for Rowena, ₱2000 was still a great deal of money. Being responsible for so much cash frightened her.

There was a bit of Tagalog between Joydee and Rowena regarding which mall and how to get there. The girls could catch a jeepney two blocks from the hotel that would take them right to a Robinson’s Mall.

With their marching orders clear, a Nokia cell phone in hand that currently had no load and needed at least a ₱30 load to do texting back to their mother, the three girls left the room.

Joshua turned to Ana Fe. Well, fiancée, do you think our maid looks as beautiful out of her clothes as she looks in them?

Ana Fe giving a feigned serious countenance responded, I don’t know, but I intend to find out right now. I also am going to taste her pussy before you taste it. You don’t get to have her until I have had her.

May I watch?

Yes, you watch everything. She is to be my maid and she needs to learn to please me!

Of course, my dear.

Joydee, who had been right there for all of this conversation, turned to Ana Fe and waited.

If the world had turned upside down for Joydee, as she stood in a hotel suite costing more than ₱10,000 a night, Ana Fe’s world had been run through a wormhole into another universe.

Less than a month ago, Ana Fe had never even considered having sex with a woman. Less than a month ago, she was worried about ruining her only pair of shoes that she could wear to work for her ₱8,000 monthly salary. The thought of a maid would have been laughable. Now, she was about to bed a gorgeous maid prospect, as she stood in shoes she could never had afforded and a dress she never would have considered purchasing. And, wonder of wonders, she was looking forward to tasting what this woman had between her legs. She was looking forward to watching and feeling this beautiful creature eating her pussy.

And... she had amazed herself in that she had staked her claim in place of Joshua and he had let her. Ana Fe was not sure she even recognized herself anymore.

Joshua sat down on a comfortable easy chair. He was smiling. One beautiful woman was about to have sex with an out-of-this-world knockout. Both were his, should he want both. And, if things went well today, there would be no catfights between them.

Ana Fe approached Joydee, walked around to the back of the woman and lowered the zipper on the woman’s dress. Joydee stood there in a pink pushup bra, pink thong panties and her red 3” heels; the dress lay crumpled on the floor around her shoes. Her skin was light and without blemish. There were no stretch marks from childbirth. There were no scars, no tattoos, no piercings, nothing to distract; not even a little pooch of a belly. Her stomach was flat.

Ana Fe removed the pushup bra. She was betting on what she called “Belo Breasts.” “Vicki” Belo is a Filipino dermatologist and television personality. Celebrities went to her clinic for many things including breast implants. While there were many others who did such things, anyone hearing the term Belo Breasts would know the meaning. But, on a quick manual inspection, Ana Fe discovered that Joydee’s C cup breasts were God given. Not only were they real, but they stood out, perky and full; the plump black areoles, behind black nipples that stuck out further, as receiving extra height from the elevated platform.

Joydee’s dress was now kicked to the side. The thong and shoes were all that remained. Ana Fe was having fun. She nibbled on the woman’s ear. She kissed the nape of the woman’s neck. She ran her hands down the woman’s flanks. She now kissed Joydee on the lips and tongues exchanged pleasantries. Ana Fe’s thumbs hooked the thong and she pulled it down to the woman’s ankles. Joydee finished the job by kicking it away.

Joydee’s pussy was shaved and smooth. It was also dripping, and that fact was not lost to either Joshua or Ana Fe. Ana Fe leaned in to whisper in Joydee’s ear, Undress me.

Joydee did as was done to her, piece by piece, with attention to body parts, as well as the nibbling, fondling and kissing. By the end, Ana Fe was in nothing but her heels, kissing Joydee, who was equally attired.

Ana Fe moved them to a bed, kicking off her shoes in the process. Joydee’s shoes, which had straps that would have needed to be undone, stayed on her feet. Ana Fe shifted herself down on Joydee and, using her hands, spread the other’s legs. Ana Fe wanted to taste that dripping pussy. What she tasted was warm and wet, but the juices had no discernible flavor. There was ‘cleanness’ to all about this woman. A freshness of soap, not perfume.

Joydee had never made love with a woman before, but Ana Fe was the one who made Joshua accept her. If there was any woman in the world she had reason to love, it was this one. And so, without understanding all that she was feeling, she gave herself entirely to Ana Fe.

Ana Fe’s tongue was insistent. The tongue found and relentlessly played with Joydee’s clit; sucking it, circling around it, mauling it; all the while manhandling the other female’s breasts. Joydee’s orgasm was fast and big. She grabbed Ana Fe’s head by the hair and smashed the woman’s face into her pussy as her pussy spasmed.

Two minutes later, it was Joydee who was attacking Ana Fe’s clit with real energy. Ana Fe, from her position on her back, looked down her body at the beautiful woman eating her cunt and just lost it; crying, screaming, bucking, thrashing and… cumming.

Joshua stood up. His two women lay spent on the bed. He walked over to the bed, below where Joydee lay face down. The height of the mattress was rather high due to a tall bed assembly under a thick set of box springs and mattress. He leaned over and, placing a hand under Joydee’s hips, and slid her down to where, while standing by the side of the bed, he could directly enter her pussy. She was still face down, legs now hanging off the edge of the mattress. He placed his engorged member on the dripping wet entrance and plunged in.

In an instant, Joydee was fully awake and engaged. With Joshua’s hands holding her legs just below the hips and fucking her deeply, she slipped her own hand underneath her until she reached her own clit. The activity roused Ana Fe, who slid over and slid her own hands onto the woman’s breasts, which she proceeded to knead. Out of Joydee’s mouth, between ragged breaths came, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.

Joshua was in no hurry. His position was, in no way, straining him. He continued to pound Joydee’s pussy through three of her orgasms, each one drenching his cock in hot liquid and squeezing his member in her tight, spasming pussy. Ana Fe looked up at her man and spoke, Give her a baby mahal. That was all that Joshua needed to kick him into another gear and paint the woman’s cunt with cum.

As Joshua dropped onto the bed, both females started cleaning him up with their tongues.

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Chapter 20