Chapter 10
Lhe laughter that greets me is, I gather, all at my expense. When you live with six girls, and now eight counting Rose and Rosemarie, the likelihood of keeping anything confidential is nonexistent. As soon as Jun and Cherise left the office they headed downstairs and the word was out to all assembled.
They all think I am off my nut and if I am not then I must be very ill. I gather that my convincing talk earlier was ephemeral in its effect on Cherise's and Jun's views of the matter. The only thing I can do is to challenge them and in a way turn up the heat. I have something to lose by doing it, but my suspicion is that I will end up OK.
I take it you all think I am loco; that my plan has no hope of working. I believe it will work for the women across the way. With the exception of Rose and Rosemarie, it will work easier for them than it will for you because they have pretty twelve year old daughters, and even if you did, your children are my children and no one is taking my children from me. Still if you are willing to leave your children behind, I will help you to find a husband of your own. Rose, as you do not carry my child nor have given birth to one, there is no reason what I can't place you as easy as the others. I understand that such a desire is not unreasonable.
That quiets them a bit. I continue...
My experience is that most Filipinas, do not understand how to do the website posting to their best advantage. Yes, all of you, and I am going to fix that problem. These mothers also have something that other women don't have or are unwilling to do if they do have ... offer themselves and their daughters as a package. Marry one and get two wives. It is illegal, so we have to do it right, but it can be done. Additionally they don't know how to sell their looks. They post pictures that do not help them at all. Finally, they undersell their beauty and use terms that scare guys off. I am sure I can fix that. We have lovely mothers with daughters living here. We will start with those. If you want to be added, just raise your hand.
No hands go up, but three are crying. Four girls asked at the same time, do I want them to go?!
No I do not. I want to live the rest of my life with all you around me. But you need to rethink your attitude toward me and the task at hand. I find nothing funny about a dormitory of desperate women on our hands and I am not going to bed all those girls just because someone here thinks the whole thing is funny. ... This matter is serious and needs a serious solution. Unless one of you has a better solution, I think it is bad manners to ridicule the only solution under consideration.
The crying stops but supper is a quiet meal. After supper I ask for an official photographer for the whole project. That is Mitch. The web content editor will be Abbey. Cherise and Jun will work on web-chat manners, do's and don'ts. Joy, Anabel and Rosemarie will work with the daughters.
Rose asks, What do I do?
Learn from Cherise and Jun. Assist Joy when she needs it.
I set out rules for some of the things the girls must and must not do.
There will be no asking for money, gifts, no mention of presents or anything of value.
There will be no gossiping.
They will have to follow our guidance about dress and hair before they get in front of any web camera.
We will have to approve the clothing worn in pictures.
They will push for the guy to come here.
They will present their daughter on the camera and those contacts must be closely controlled by us.
They must not say anything about the daughter being part of the deal while on camera on in any chat session.
If they need an annulment, they will be honest about it on the website, but tell the guy she does not need his money.
If he insists, and wants to pay, the guy's funds will in fact go only to defraying my legal costs in this matter.
The girl will make sure the guy gets an OR1 for the cash payment from the law office.
The women may accept a gift, but it is critical that they not ever ask for gifts.
The question is, who will be first. We will learn that the next day.
I am still a bit irritated and go upstairs alone. I am sitting in an easy chair in my bedroom, reading the second volume of Mark Twain's autobiography when Mitch and Abbey enter the bedroom. They ask if I wanted them to find boyfriends and leave.
Did you not hear me when I answered that question downstairs? No I do not. I want you both to stay forever, but you are both far too young to be happy with me and I understand that you might want to find someone closer to your own age. Still you are the mother to five of my kids, so absolutely, no. I get the feeling that I have become something of a joke to the two of you.
The two apologize and admit that they had laughed at a time. But they understand now that I am trying to solve a real problem. It is just that from their point of view most guys would give their right nut, to be in my situation.
I have to acknowledge the truth of that. But that is a fantasy. The reality is very different. I have a real problem that has been brought on by Jun and Joy, not me. I am just trying to figure out how to survive it.
Yes, they understand it now. Our discussion ends as we undress each other and climbed into bed.
These two girls are still teenagers. Yes, they are also mothers, but you would not know it to look at them. They are beautiful and have been able to take care of their bodies in a manner that other less fortunate girls cannot. I am more than forty years older than they are, but for them that seems to be a badge of honor. And tonight they are more than anxious to allow me to compare what they can do in bed with what the Rose and Rosemarie duo did for me.
Abbey also mentions that they have been talking that maybe it is time for more kids from them. I am happy to hear that.
There is no big deal to getting into bed. Both have wraps on with nothing underneath. I am in shorts and briefs only and those are off in a flash.
We know each other's bodies. I know where to touch both of them to elicit the best response and they know me. I have urged that they breast feed long after most women quit. I like their swollen breasts and the milk. They feed not just their own but the other children on an as requested basis, which ends being a lot of breast feeding. Both of them have full breasts tonight and I feast on them both. I do it often when there is something inside their pussies or asses. It makes their orgasms far more intense. They cum easily these days, their bodies are used to being stimulated and just seem to snap right into the mode where the orgasm is right there ready for the turning on and turning up. They are not mind blowing orgasms but long slow events that cause their whole bodies to come undone.
We play and take care of each other for three hours on low impact but highly effective lovemaking. The end is a tangle of three bodies that just naturally belong together and are at peace. I cum once early, inside Abbey, just as she is whispering that in six and a half years her oldest daughter will be ready for my cock. That sets me off like a rocket. Later I awaken to Mitch giving me head. I move her up and enter her and in short order - maybe thinking again about Abbey's comment, paint Mitch's pussy with my cum. She moans in delight when she feels the hot cum inside her and just settles back to sleep like a sweet child after a warm glass of milk.
In the morning Mitch is up and gone early, but Abbey hangs back and starts me up for another go. I am inside her in that same side position I used with Rosemarie. It is a gentle position, allowing a long sustained session. It also permits face to face conversation. Abbey wants to fuck and talk.
You have us scared, you know. First Anabel joins us and then you take that Rosemarie to bed. When you first took us we weren't that young. They are really cute. So are all the other sixth graders over there. Jake, are we losing you?
I understand your fear. But how can I make you believe that I want you forever? If there was a way I could marry all of you together, I would; but just marrying one of you is worse than not marrying at all. I do not know how to make you understand that the reason I am trying to get these women married is for all our sakes. Two days ago, when Rose took me at my desk, we didn't even get to bed, and your mother, told Rose how to join the family. She didn't ask me, she just told Rose. Jun didn't ask me when she brought Anabel home. I did not give Jun permission to tell all those mothers that I would be fucking their daughters, but that's what she told them. ... ... It's more than beginning to get out of control here. I have not wanted to add any one new to this house since Cherise. I had no intention of adding anyone else. Now three new females are here. I need to find a way to shut it down by providing a path for those females that has nothing to do with me. I love you and Mitch and your mother, and Jun and Cherise and Anabel. I will accept that Rose and Rosemarie may be permanently here too. But as God is my witness, that is more than enough! I am needing your help to stop this now.
I will have to speak to mother. She should not have done that, but you are right, I heard her talking to Rose later. It may be too late for that one. I promise you, Mitch and I will help you.
As I tell her I am happy with her, unrequested, I stick that little dildo up her ass. I kiss her deeply as we continue to fuck. Seconds later we are both cumming as I tell her I want to fuck our daughter.
Twenty minutes later we are in the shower and getting ready for the big experiment.
After a quick breakfast of mango, a small sweet banana, OJ and coffee, it is back to the office. There is much to do in preparation, for what I hope will be the solution to a real problem.
At 4PM Jun and Cherise have our guinea pig, Flory (and her daughter, Ivy) and we are all on in my office. I have a 52" plasma display hooked up to a computer. Mitch is there with the camera. We have a rack full of clothing, tray of cosmetics and Joy was ready as our impromptu beautician. The first thing we do, is look at the profiles other women have on one of the dating websites. I have our guinea pig discuss what she thinks of the photos and show us photos she has of herself. One of the reasons this girl has been selected is that she has tried and failed to find someone using this website before. So we look at her old profile as well.
I talk about what is wrong with the photos we have seen in general and of hers. We have Mitch take pictures based on my advice. We don't need to show a beach, or a goofy action shot, or an odd one clearly taken via a mirror. Full face shots from right, left and front, a couple of shots with her in a chair sitting with crossed legs in a dress and a skirt, a few full length shots in a short tight dress to show off the beautiful body, and a number of comparable shots with her daughter also in a very short tight dress. We finish off with a couple of face shots of both of them looking off. The hair was perfect in each. The clothing is perfect and the background was muted.
We update all the statistical information including changing the self-effacing average to very attractive. We add information about the daughter. We replace the three bad photos, with about twenty of our new ones. We change the text from I am just a simple girl looking for an honest man, to I promise you that I am all you see and far more. Marry me and you will never have to worry. I will stay with you for life. I will be careful with your money, drive you crazy in bed, make you proud in public and never complain, because you will be my dream come true. You don't have to be a hunk to make me feel like a real woman. Just be kind and good to me and my beautiful daughter.
We post it and set up the girl and her daughter with a notebook and webcam. We also go over all the rules, I laid out the night before. We coach her on chatting with the men. We make it clear to her that, while she cannot offer her daughter, along with herself to the man, there are ways to let him know that he will be very happy when he comes over here. Once he is here, the two of them will both have him and seal the deal. We will help screen the men for the women to make sure the men are OK.
Just when I thought there is nothing more I need to do for this test, Abbey comes to me. It seems that our guinea pig and her daughter need some sex training with a man. Flory had been raped and knew nothing about sweet sex and Ivy is of course a virgin. My six girls tell me I have two days to teach them, as I can't expect to handle all the others if each takes more than two days. And that is nighttime teaching as the chatting with the States is during the day.
For two nights Flory and I make love every way I know. Once we have Flory OK with sex we add Ivy. Because they were a team, they need to be comfortable with each other. Much to their surprise, I have them going down on each other. They are less freaked out, than I thought they might be. I take each of them in every hole and do that while the other is in the room. When we are done, I know they can handle anything that comes at them with some grace. I actually come to regret losing them.
It takes only 36 hours before we have a real serious hit. The guy is a contractor in LA and three weeks later he is in the Anchor Hotel in Gensan. Flory goes to meet him with Ivy. We don't see them for a week. By that time she has a platinum and diamond engagement ring and the daughter is telling us that her new dad likes it when she gives him a hummer while running a finger up his ass. The guy files the I-129F2 forms two weeks after getting back to the States.
Even before we have proof of the filing I have fifteen other mothers wanting in the program. Nine of them are married and need an annulment. Our legal intern from Atty. Espejo's office sets up shop in the dormitory and works diligently getting the papers filed. We hire a psychologist to testify as needed (which we later find is not needed). I contact the Sheriff to quickly serve papers on the husbands. We identify the filings with the court clerk and Judge's secretary, as per the agreement I have worked through with the judge.
We have all the annulments completed in five months. All the mothers understand what is needed to make sure there is a new marriage and what to do to hold on to it. We are not playing nice, we are playing for keeps in a game where these girls and their daughters have almost nothing to lose and everything in the world to gain.
I don't have to teach any of the other mothers, but my girls are adamant that I have to teach all the daughters and that includes mother/daughter contact. For six months, I am a satyr. To say it isn't mind blowing would be a lie. To tell you I remember all of it will also be a lie. I can't even remember faces and who I do what with. But in the end not one of those females is a virgin and I have planted seeds in more than a couple. We will not do a mother and her daughter until the man is on his way. So even if my seed is in the daughter/student, the guy would assume it is his. Of the graduating class seventeen are no longer virgins by my actions and three are left untouched.
We have posted profiles for sixteen mothers and by February of the same school year all sixteen are engaged with visa paperwork filed. We allow the families who are waiting on their Visas in March to stay on in the dorm until the beginning of the next school year. By May 15th, two weeks before the start of the new school year, all are in the US and married. It has been a major success. But as with every success there is a major unwanted set of consequences and some odd things that are neither good nor bad, just are.
The first of this year's fallout, is that I had spent sixty-five days over six months making love to the students and their mothers. That means that I have had sex with sixteen girls twelve years of age. That gets to be addictive and I do not recommend it to others. The next bit of fallout is that Rose and Rosemarie have, as expected, joined the family. It would be unfair to call Rose a nymphomaniac. She is no more highly sexed than I am, but it is honest to say she needs sex every day and she isn't picky, it can be a woman or a man. She just needs sex every day.
Mitch's calendar springs a leak trying to add Rose's needs in and I contact a programmer friend to write a scheduling matrix application for us to automate the damned thing. Rose does every one of the other six girls, excluding Rosemarie. Rosemarie has our first child before she turns thirteen years of age. The child is healthy and so is Rosemarie. She has four more in the next five years, a total of five before she reaches her twentieth birthday.
The other piece of fallout is that we have an even greater demand for Jun's class the next year. We follow the same procedure but with double the applicants, the pool is richer, with even greater beauty. It is frustrating as we have to say, no, to some wonderful people. One of the things we exclude are mothers with current boyfriends.
I have Mr. Reyes, and the contractor we always use, build yet another dorm but with a larger eating and cooking facility. Before we accept the final class of twenty, Jun gives the same speech she had the previous year with a few additions.
Each of the mothers will have to live in the dorm with her daughter. There is a program for them as well including English lessons, grooming, home bookkeeping skills, lessons with US currency, US measures and budgeting. The goal is to get the daughters in top position to sail through school in the US and learn what they and their mothers need to find and hold a husband in the States. They will go from the poorest of Filipinas to middle class and upper class Americans in ten months. The bottom line is no arguments. They do it our way or they should just withdraw now. No one is withdrawing. As I look out at the forty females assembled (mothers and student/daughters), I know I will fuck each and every one of them for at least one day.
They will not be fucked by the fat man who had come to the Philippines seven years earlier. My fruit for breakfast and lunch diet with a moderate sized supper has resulted in a trimmer me. I am now 150lb and my high blood pressure only requires one lower dose pill, not the three I had been using when I first arrived. I also no longer need the Viagra. The loss of weight seems to have an effect on that as well. I am still old and snore but I need no other medication in my 64th year. I have more energy than I had six years ago. Because of all that, I am better in bed! Rather than feel intimidated by the circumstances, virility and endurance are not a concern. I tend to use the stairs and not the elevator.
This year we have a younger set of mothers. Two who are twenty-three, five who are twenty-four, and five who are twenty-five. All these mothers had given birth to children eleven years prior. Two have a younger daughter as well. Cherise will be teaching those kids.
We have the legal intern already working on the annulments. There will be only five of them this year. I decided to add something else to the plan for the mothers. As Rose can never get enough sex, I decide to make sure all these mothers know about adult girl on girl sex. The mothers will learn how to handle a threesome for their husbands without a meltdown. Rose is going to be very busy and give the rest of us a little rest.
The next unanticipated outcome comes from the mothers of our first group. All those who have married and settled in the US are keeping track of each other, via a private group web chat site one of the husbands is hosting. They call the group, Jake's Girls. I hear about it via Rose who is also in touch with the girls. When Rose tells them that I am aware of the website, I get an invitation from the webhost/husband to join. I find that there is a section for the women, and a section for the husbands. I have access to both. For the first few months I am busy answering questions for both groups. The Webmaster ends up collecting a bunch of that and puts it in a FAQ for later arrivals.
As a result of joining the group I learn that of the sixteen daughters, eleven of them are pregnant when they arrive in the States. The girls want to know who the father is in each case. Working with Rose, they get a genetic sample from me. Based on genetic testing, all the kids are mine. There were four boys and seven girls. The mothers get together and decide that all the girls will be named Jacquie and the boys will be named Jacob.
Rather than causing problem for the men, the webmaster informs me that it actually provides cover for the men, as it provides proof that there is sexual activity outside the family; and the evidence is that the girls were active with others before the guys married their wives ... The fact that the girls were no virgins, therefore, lowered rather than raised flags. It seems the lack of such a pregnancy is a problem for the other fathers. That is valuable feedback.
Seven of the wives live in California. Three live in Hawaii. The rest are scattered across the USA. There is discussion about when to include the mothers of our current students into the website. Some mothers are for immediate contact, but I think it will be a distraction. I do not want inclusion until there is an I-129F filed. The husbands of the girls, side with me, as do about half the mothers and so that becomes the policy and the website has become a semi-official extension of our operation.
The website allows us to track the progress of the girls throughout the two-step visa process. After they get to the US on a K1 fiancée visa, they have to marry and file within 90 days for an Adjustment of Status (AOS) to prove they have gotten married and that the marriage is not a sham. That first step when completed results in a conditional green card, good for two years. Ninety days prior to the expiration of that card, they have step two, the application for a Removal of Conditions (ROC). That is the gold standard, the regular ten year green card. There is one more step we will track; the application for naturalization (citizenship). While it is not required, all the girls say they want it.
I gather that some of the girls who have settled in southern California are visiting each other with their husbands and daughters.
Of the original sixteen there is not one divorce. There is a problem with one of the guys with an incident of domestic abuse, but two of the other husbands show up at the guy's house and explain to him in somewhat graphic detail to never, never hit his wife or daughter again. The next time, the only way he will see his testicles will be if he keeps them in a jar. The wife reports later that the problem has never occurred again.
Meanwhile our dormitories are filled, and annulments garnered long before they are needed. As I had noted, once you get used to having very willing twelve year olds in your bed, you do get addicted. I will have the students only when the prospective fiancé is on his way to meet the mother, so for the first few months I can only look and wait.
The mothers are a different story. I take each of them for a night, then Rose and I both have them for a night, then Rose takes them for a week. Finally I will see them again with Rose. The difference between my first session with them with Rose and the second one is like day and night. The first night they are tentative when it comes to girl-girl action. They just lie on the bed when I am interacting with Rose. When Rose is doing them, they look uncomfortable. That second time, they are fully engaged. If I am inside Rose, they will be either heightening Rose's experience or mine. When I am inside them, they welcome Rose's added participation sucking their breasts, or reaming their ass or kissing them on the lips. It is like a different woman in the bed each time.
Later we suggest that the second group take it as a mission to instruct the first group on this, and to a certain extent, that does happen.
Also in the second year I have six new children of my own. Cherise and Rose are the only ones who don't get pregnant. Both of them are still using birth control. Between my active social calendar and my office obligations I am as busy as I ever want to be.
We have a wrinkle the second year about what do with the ancillary children of the mothers who are also on the site and in Cherise's class. Should there be sexual contact? If so what is the age cut off? The conversation is both at our supper table and on the website.
That issue is hard to resolve. We deal with it by providing some messages via the class room teachers that sex in the home is no one else's business and daddies need their daughter's love as much as they need love from their wives. That the time when they should let their daddies and mommies know they were ready to give their daddies real love is after their third period. For girls who are in the younger group but have already started their periods, we decide we would provide additional information both to the child and the Mother. As there are only two of these in the fifth grade this year it isn't hard to handle. In the coming years the template proves very useful.
Both girls are eleven years old. I find it interesting that their mothers conceived their first child when they were eleven years old. I guess early onset puberty runs in families. Both show no outward signs of sexual development. They are cute, but being as how their mothers are stunning and their sisters are beyond cute, that these girls should be cute is not a long shot. Both like to flirt and are very much girlie-girls and not tomboys. They like frills and lace. When I take their virginity, I have the child's mother in the bed with us. This is a group effort. It is important that I am not hovering over these girls. So I lie on my back and have the mother instruct the child on the penis and the vagina. The mother demonstrates everything and allows the child to try it afterward. I am initially unsure that these girls are really ready for this. I am wrong. Both get wet pussies and both fuck themselves silly the second night, without coaching from mom. In fact, both of them, ask for further contact with me without mom. I am hesitant about the request. As a compromise we set up a camera for the mother to watch from another room. The sessions are without incident, other than, for the first time, for both girls, each have an orgasm, as they bounce on my cock. It seems that mom's presence dims the chance of that happening.
The biggest surprise late in the year, is Rosemarie. She is again pregnant. She wants to be with me all the time. She doesn't mind sharing me so long as she is there. Somehow she convinces the other girls that it will not be an imposition on them if she comes with them to my bed on the other girl's night. The result is I am inside Rosemarie's pussy five nights a week, every week until the birth of her child. Rosemarie has turned 13. And she is a year beyond Jun's class. As the outlier she is a problem for Cherise, but Cherise does not complain and Rosemarie does fine in her school education. On the matter of her sexual education she is already a master of the art.
Her breasts at age 13 with child are B cups. Large for many a Filipina. She looks wonderful and the pregnancy makes her look even nicer. Her love-making with me is just that. She has attached her heart to me and no matter what I tell her about sharing, it only works for her, if she is actively there in the room. She will sneak into my office during the day, crawl under the desk and just squat there under the desk, giving me head. She wants me up her ass and just about demands it on a daily basis. She is as addicted to sex as is her mother.
Eventually she develops a strong attachment to Abbey, who also seems to have feelings for Rosemarie. Dildos up the ass replace my cock and eventually we pull her into line with the rest of the girls.
I love and care for all my girls, but their relationships with me are radically different, one from another. Jun is mine because of that one day years ago in Boracay. It is a rule that came unbidden from her head. I accepted her and she will always be mine, until her untimely death from breast cancer at age 45; but her love is for children; for teaching and 'saving those most at risk'. The school and the children - and their mothers - she rides herd on, satisfies that need. My love for her is the anchor, not what nourishes her. We both know that and there are no problems between us.
Cherise had joined us because we needed a teacher for our children. She join the family because it gave her the anchor she needed. For the rest of my life she will be raising and teaching our children which includes her children. She is in a loving family and she knows she will always be safe and loved. She works very hard in the school and we all know that. She is respected and has a status of an expert within our family. My physical love for her is real and important to her, but her life is in essence about the children. She and I know this, and as with Jun, we have no problems or issues.
Joy was my anchor. She knows that and to say that it is important to her would be to understate the matter. Other than my say on a matter, Joy's say is the final word. She also knows that if she needs it or even just wants it, she has first rights in my bed. She might be the oldest of my girls, but that makes no difference to me. Joy is the executor of my estate. In her hand is my assignment of medical responsibility if I am incapacitated. It is she I trust to know my heart. She does know my heart.
Abbey and Mitch - I cannot separate them in my heart. They are cousins who have known each other since they were in diapers and are attached to each other through a joint bond. I want the best for them. I am prepared for them to fly off together and leave my nest. I tried to make sure they know that, while honestly telling them I hoped it doesn't happen. But over these last six years it is only tighter that they cleave to my arms, my heart and my bed. It is apparently an unbreakable bond. In spite of age, it will not give way. I initially thought that their presence was a way to secure my allegiance to Joy, but that is never going to be an issue. Joy and I have spoken about that matter and we have spoken to Abbey and Mitch about it. The two do not have to be there to protect Joy's position. I even offered to marry Joy if they need that before they set out in search of their own lives. But that - they have told both Joy and me - is no longer a concern they have. They know I am committed to Joy. In their hearts they belong with me. I love them and they love me. There is nothing to discuss.
Anabel is another young one I wanted to help fly away on wings that caught the air with a firm resolve. I want her to get a good education, enter a career and get a good husband. Anabel, wants to have my children all the while finishing her education, but she has no intention of leaving. She politely asked me to stop pushing her away. We certainly enjoy sex with each other. As to why any of these women enjoy sex with an old man, is for someone else to consider. I only know the truth of it.
... And that was supposed to be it.
Then we added Rose and Rosemarie. In the end I decided that Rose was a female wolf who had been invited into the hen house. Anywhere else, that would have been a problem, but for me it is a blessing. I don't think she loves me as much as she loves the world I provide for her. While she is fun in bed and an interesting female to talk with, at the odd reflective moment, I do not perceive that she has ever bonded to me. Joy disagrees with me on this matter, and tells me that Rose is strongly committed and definitely loves me. In any case I love her, and she allows for the smooth operation of a process that is far more difficult without her. Though she is not Joy's bed partner most nights, she and Joy have formed a strong relationship outside of the bedroom.
Rosemarie is a different breed of cat. She has her mother's sex drive and insatiable need, but she wanted me to marry her - as a twelve year old. I hoped that her attention would have been, over the years, diverted to other men. But her production of children of my seed and her steadfast determination to love me insures that she will be with me until the day I die. I do not know why, but just as is Anabel, this young one is mine ... and how can I not love someone who loves me so completely, has given her body to me completely and has given me children. And so both she and Anabel have my deep and complete love.
I do enjoy the sex with the other girls, but they are not family. In each case we are working hard to make sure they are someone else's family. We are working hard to make sure there is enough in the ingredients to make those marriages - both so unusual and so endurable as to be - bulletproof.
This goal is, in a bizarre way: decent, honorable and altruistic. Yes, altruistic to the extent that it costs me money to get the results we desire and succeed in getting; and, to the extent that there is no reward or return, other than the sex, which I could have probably have without all the investment. The decent and honorable parts, well, OK maybe they are a little more of a stretch. But we are working to better the lives of these woman far beyond what they would otherwise than. Isn't that a little decent and honorable?
A Novel. - Jake's Journal: The Philippines -Joyfully
Re: A Novel. - Jake's Journal: The Philippines -Joyfully
Chapter 11
Allow me to backtrack a bit to cover something that needs a separate section.
The first year of operation 'get them married' got sixteen marriages placed in the US. The second year we are shooting for twenty.
But we have two mothers who balk at the concept that they need to have their daughters in the mix of the marital bed to seal the deal. They are honest in their feelings and think that we are over reaching. I fundamentally disagree. But we decide, in spite of the no arguing policy Jun has, to acknowledge that they may be right, and if not, we will have a valuable teaching tool for others as the matter will certainly come up again.
We set up to produce a video of all twenty, as they go through the process this year, including the two, who are insisting that the daughters are not to be included. (It is interesting to me that they told both Jun and me, that I am welcome to have sex with their daughters, just not the future husband. I don't have sex with them during the experiment.)
For these two mothers, photos of the daughters are not included on the website. No mention of the sex of the child is mentioned on their pages. There were no other changes.
These two were in the middle of the pack in the time it takes to find a serious guy who is really interested. Our two mothers are excited for two weeks that they have been right ... but ... over the next two months, reality sets in.
All our twenty have boyfriends. Five have already met with their fiancées and have sealed the deal. Ten more have boyfriends who have purchased their airline tickets and are coming. The last five includes the two mothers and the last three to find guys.
In the following month those three have their guys buy plane tickets and are headed here. Eighteen who are doing it my way, against the two who have refused.
Those last two still had their serious boyfriends. The two mothers' guys have reason, upon excuse, for why they cannot come. Four months into it, I call the two mothers into my office. They know why they are there. I also guess that they will ask for more time. After playing hardball for about an hour, I give them two weeks. They should tell the guys to shit or get off the pot. They should either get their asses to the Philippines or the mothers will look elsewhere, which also means adding the daughters in to the mix.
On video, the two mothers agree that I am being fair. That, if after this time the guys wouldn't even purchase tickets to come they are not serious after all. It reinforces the point to all, that without the daughters such things are crap shoots. Some girls will just get lucky, but many never will. We need to make sure that all get married every year.
The ultimatum doesn't take two weeks. As soon as the ultimatum comes down on them, both guys quit their contacts with the mothers. Twenty-four hours later we post the new profiles on a different website with the photos and full description of the daughters. A week later there is a good and serious guy in play for each of them. In a matter of another six weeks, each has their guy in a Gensan hotel begging the mother (and daughter) to marry him.
These two mothers have been, arguably, the two most beautiful mothers we have the second year and their daughters are exquisite. One of the guys, who ends up marrying one of these mothers, is a guy in his 50's worth in excess of twenty million dollars and lives outside San Francisco. The guy who had been stringing her along was - no offense intended - a carpenter in St. Paul, MN. Both seem like good men, but in other ways, there was no comparison.
There are two other things about the last two daughters. They were not opposed to being in bed with the guy. It was the mothers. As to how they are in bed, while one is just average, nothing to complain about but nothing out of the norm, one is something else again.
This twelve year old learns, in forty-eight hours, not only how to fuck and suck, but she is able to perform deep throat and take the semen, plus she loves ass play. On top of that she is having multiple orgasms and squirting. She loves fucking, the male body, and sex in general and asks for more time with me. If you think the millionaire got her, think again. Her mother marries a chemical engineer from Denver. He is in for the ride of his life, as the mother was a rocket as well. The daughter gets the squirting gene from the mother. She also gets the deep throat gene from her mother. I have the mother both alone and with Rose. I can see why she didn't think she needed her daughter. If it was a guy around the block, she might have been right, but I am, right under the circumstances. She is smart and decent about accepting that fact in the end. Her marriage is a good one, or so I think at the time.
At the end of the second year, we have a great video for the incoming mothers. It takes them through the whole experience and quashes any incipient arguments for not involving the daughters. When we show it the next year, no one even brings the matter up.
Every once in a while I have to leave the Philippines because of remaining business issues. I receive a request from the California contingent of Jake's Girls, to spend time with them and their families. Not all the families will participate, as some of the husbands will not be comfortable, but other husbands seem anxious to meet me. Two couples will fly in from Hawaii and another from Chicago. We will have a total of eight out of the sixteen!
Under normal circumstances I would not have been able to get a visa for any of the girls in my family, but I have, over the years, transferred both land and income to Joy. She owns an apartment building. The rents go into an account in her name. She has what she needs to get a visa. So does Jun, who is paid a salary by the school (via me) for her teaching. I have put some property in her name as well. So between semesters, for 12 days in April, we fly to Santa Fe, NM by way of L.A. I am able to reserve all the cabins (there are twelve of them) at a ranch/resort out of town. The place normally does no business on the Easter weekend. That gives us three extra cabins, but bahala na!1
There is one totally humorous thing that happens in the booking process. I email the owner of the resort, the names of all the husbands, wives and daughters. We will assign a family to a cabin and if there are any dietary issues, the resort will know who is in which cabin when stocking the fridges. I also forward my name, along with Joy and Jun. Later I call the guy by phone. He wants to know, which of the two, is my daughter.
I wait a beat, to allow for any latency and to make sure he hears me right and say, You should list both as my wives.
There is a beat on his side before he says, Shall I list halal as your dietary restriction?
I give him a beat and simply say, No.
It is his turn again and you have to give the guy credit, his mind is working as fast as it can.
Two beats later he asks, Have you restrictions as to coffee and alcohol?
I admit I am enjoying this. I wait before responding, Now that you mention it, I am a bit of a pain in the ass about coffee. If there is a local roaster in Santa Fe, might you pick up two pounds of Nicaraguan dark, but not French, roasted beans. If the roaster is doing this special, tell him I need the beans roasted to Full City. I will need a small grinder and a drip coffee maker with paper filters, not one of those metal strainers, in my room. You can certainly charge me for all that, plus maybe a selection of the local brews in a fridge? I love making beer and enjoy tasting the efforts of other microbrewers.
OK, now I had him and any other man would have cried uncle and just said 'Yes, sir.' This guy just doesn't know when to give up.
It has to be ten seconds before he asks, You know many of our churches are not listed in the phone directory and are rather hard to locate. Is there a church to which you would like directions?
My next response was designed to put an end to it, No, while my wives are Catholic, they do not attend Mass. I am Jewish, but also do not participate in the observance. Sir, I said you should 'list them as wives.' I did not say they are legally wives. I am not legally married. I live with these woman and have happily done so for years in common law cohabitation. For all the intents and purposes that you will have, they are my wives and not girlfriends. If they sign something, they are signing for me as well. If they obligate to do something, they obligate all three of us. Is that sufficiently clear?
I finally get my, Yes sir!
Jun, Joy and I arrive on Thursday morning, a day after the rest arrives. The resort is just what we have hoped for; it is in a beautiful spot, the rooms are comfortable, the staff happy to have the extra business. I have told the owner that I assume many of his staff will want to celebrate, Ash Wednesday, Good Friday and Easter. If we can be set up in a fridge with things we can just heat up, we are happy to be without any staff for much of the time. The owner has been so grateful at my offer that he and his entire staff make us feel pampered.
We three go to our room shower and sleep for five hours. We awaken at four in the afternoon, take showers again and then at 5:30 venture out to meet the group. When the girls see Jun and Joy, they rush forward to hug and tsismis. I hate gossip, but, in this case, there is no stopping it.
That leaves me free to approach the husbands and greet each one for the first time. For me it is a real pleasure. However there are eleven guys and there are only supposed to be eight. I am confused. At the same time they are trying to ask me questions. It is an animated scene. Slowly I piece out that three of these guys are recent to the group, having just married one of the mothers from the second class. I look back at Joy who was looking at me. She has a big smile on her face. There are the two protester mothers and their daughters plus the first mother to marry of the second year group. I nod my understanding and return my attention to the men.
I ask if I might make some general comments to them. All assent and are patient as I gather my thoughts. I then call over in Tagalog to Joy and ask if she might join me for a few moments before returning to the girls. All the girls immediately understand that she is needed and she come overs.
At this point I am prepared to speak. Gentlemen, and I do mean that, as I am assured by your wives that you all meet that criteria, allow me to introduce to you a woman who is in all ways, but legally, my wife. This is Joy. When I met Joy she brought her daughter Abbey, with her and they essentially "had me for dinner." (I get a bit of laughter from that.) Joy and Abbey have been with me from the first and I love them both to this day. They have, each, given me children, and those children are a blessing to me. At first Joy, told me that Abbey was there to tie me to her when she, Joy, got too old for me. I think she thought that might mean thirty-six! Joy is a beautiful thirty-eight. I love her today, far more than I did when we first met. She cannot be replaced, not even by Abbey. But Abbey truthfully joined my bed for her own reasons as well. I cannot explain all I mean to Abbey, because even though she was thirteen when we met, she is an adult now. She finished high school and graduated college in Computer Science. Yes she is also a wife to me. I have told her that she doesn't have to stay. That I was never going to leave her mother. She told me, in front of Joy, that I was a fucking idiot. (More laughter from the men) That she loved me, and I was her husband, and no one was going to break us up. Joy simply looked at me and told me that she had told me so, which she had.
I whispered to Joy, Salamat, can you please switch with Jun?
But my life is more complicated because Joy and Abbey brought another female into my world. That was Joy's niece Mitch who was fourteen at the time. Mitch, now also a college graduate with a BS in Business, continues to live with me as a wife and for the same unknown reason. Jun who has just joined us, gave her virginity to me when she was seventeen and pointblank told me she was mine forever. (Jun stands there straight and proud, nodding her agreement with my summary.) She meant those words. No one requires Jun to be with me, except Jun and for that, she is in every way treated as my wife.
It is because of Jun that you are all here today. Make no mistake, while I had a lot to do with the execution of the plan, it was Jun's needs that created that of which you are the beneficiaries.
And so I am, even more, the recipient of such wonderful females as are you. Each year it costs me, to make this happen. I do not want a dollar from any of you. What I want is for your marriages to continue until God pulls you asunder. I mean that. I want these marriages to endure when others do not. I want your girls to know stability and grace and I want you to know what it is to be really loved and cared for by women, even if one of them, for a while, is under age.
And now, please, one at a time I will answer any questions while Jun returns to her girls.
One husband says that he is spoiled for life. He could never find anything in life like this. He is only afraid that his girl will leave. Another husband says that as far as he could see, if she has a child with him, she'll stay. Other husbands seem to agree. They ask me. All I can offer is that if you love your wives, both of them, and treat them well, I see no reason why they will leave. To a Filipina, marriage is for life.
One of the guys sorts of grunts out, I'll be damned, that's what she told me. I think the way she put it was, 'we are married, no choice.'
After a while we all move into the hall where the food is served. The meal is outstanding. The husbands are seated with their wives on one side and their daughters on the other side, alternating, so that daughters sit with daughters and mothers sit next to mothers. Of course that does not account for all those at the table. Of the eleven families there are six with babies in arms and two pregnant thirteen year olds. It is one hell of a sight. I am enjoying myself.
For these families it is an important bonding. These are the only other people who can ever know the truth about their families. The men grow tighter and the women re-enforced their ties. Both Jun and Joy told the women, in no uncertain terms, that the grass was not greener over the fence. If they try, they courted disaster, the loss of their families and jail. I don't have to say anything to the men. A couple of the men hear from their wives about the warning that their wives have received. All that is said to me is a thank you in each case.
In the meantime, something else unexpected occurs. After the big dinner, two daughters come to my cabin. Neither has a child nor is pregnant. Jun meets them at the door. After a palaver, they are brought to me. Their "fathers" are feeling a bit exposed. For the girls who do have babies, the babies have DNA that did not match the "father's". In both cases, these girls "fathers" have sent them over to see if I can give them the same cover. Joy and Jun are laughing as the request becomes clear to me. I ask each one about when she has had her last period. One has finished five day previous and the other three weeks prior.
I tell the girl who just finished her period to come back in two days. The girl who is three weeks on, I have seen not so long ago. Her mother is one of the protesters and she is my deep throat champion. It is a little late in her cycle, but I will try. We undress and get right to business. She is every bit as good and as sexy as I remember her.
As I slide into her, both Jun and Joy are in the room and are watching. I don't mind and I don't think my partner minds either. Her pussy is as tight as I remember it. The only difference is that she is begging me for a baby and that does get to me. I give her three loads that evening and two more the following evening. After the last time, as she dresses she leans over and whispers to me that she is mine. Any time I ask for her, she will come to me. That is from a twelve year old and yet I believe her.
The following night the student from the first batch arrives. I remember that I had not spent much time with her. The reason is not clear to me but maybe I can rectify that now. I keep her with me for the next three days straight and takes her three to four times a day. It is a little early in her cycle but we might catch a break. She is a wonderful little lover and we enjoy each other. Her breasts are large for a Filipina and I suck on them while I finger fuck her. Once she is red hot, I get her to orgasm and deposit cum inside her during her orgasm. When I finish with her for the last time a few hours before I am to leave she has been thoroughly fucked.
The trip for Jun and Joy has been great. They have spent three days shopping and playing tourist in Santa Fe. Before we return home I take them to see Washington DC and New York City. They get to see a Broadway play and we have fun at the Smithsonian. We also visit my eldest son and daughter and some cousins I have not seen for a decade. Then it is back to Gensan. Joy and Jun are two very proud and happy girls.
Allow me to backtrack a bit to cover something that needs a separate section.
The first year of operation 'get them married' got sixteen marriages placed in the US. The second year we are shooting for twenty.
But we have two mothers who balk at the concept that they need to have their daughters in the mix of the marital bed to seal the deal. They are honest in their feelings and think that we are over reaching. I fundamentally disagree. But we decide, in spite of the no arguing policy Jun has, to acknowledge that they may be right, and if not, we will have a valuable teaching tool for others as the matter will certainly come up again.
We set up to produce a video of all twenty, as they go through the process this year, including the two, who are insisting that the daughters are not to be included. (It is interesting to me that they told both Jun and me, that I am welcome to have sex with their daughters, just not the future husband. I don't have sex with them during the experiment.)
For these two mothers, photos of the daughters are not included on the website. No mention of the sex of the child is mentioned on their pages. There were no other changes.
These two were in the middle of the pack in the time it takes to find a serious guy who is really interested. Our two mothers are excited for two weeks that they have been right ... but ... over the next two months, reality sets in.
All our twenty have boyfriends. Five have already met with their fiancées and have sealed the deal. Ten more have boyfriends who have purchased their airline tickets and are coming. The last five includes the two mothers and the last three to find guys.
In the following month those three have their guys buy plane tickets and are headed here. Eighteen who are doing it my way, against the two who have refused.
Those last two still had their serious boyfriends. The two mothers' guys have reason, upon excuse, for why they cannot come. Four months into it, I call the two mothers into my office. They know why they are there. I also guess that they will ask for more time. After playing hardball for about an hour, I give them two weeks. They should tell the guys to shit or get off the pot. They should either get their asses to the Philippines or the mothers will look elsewhere, which also means adding the daughters in to the mix.
On video, the two mothers agree that I am being fair. That, if after this time the guys wouldn't even purchase tickets to come they are not serious after all. It reinforces the point to all, that without the daughters such things are crap shoots. Some girls will just get lucky, but many never will. We need to make sure that all get married every year.
The ultimatum doesn't take two weeks. As soon as the ultimatum comes down on them, both guys quit their contacts with the mothers. Twenty-four hours later we post the new profiles on a different website with the photos and full description of the daughters. A week later there is a good and serious guy in play for each of them. In a matter of another six weeks, each has their guy in a Gensan hotel begging the mother (and daughter) to marry him.
These two mothers have been, arguably, the two most beautiful mothers we have the second year and their daughters are exquisite. One of the guys, who ends up marrying one of these mothers, is a guy in his 50's worth in excess of twenty million dollars and lives outside San Francisco. The guy who had been stringing her along was - no offense intended - a carpenter in St. Paul, MN. Both seem like good men, but in other ways, there was no comparison.
There are two other things about the last two daughters. They were not opposed to being in bed with the guy. It was the mothers. As to how they are in bed, while one is just average, nothing to complain about but nothing out of the norm, one is something else again.
This twelve year old learns, in forty-eight hours, not only how to fuck and suck, but she is able to perform deep throat and take the semen, plus she loves ass play. On top of that she is having multiple orgasms and squirting. She loves fucking, the male body, and sex in general and asks for more time with me. If you think the millionaire got her, think again. Her mother marries a chemical engineer from Denver. He is in for the ride of his life, as the mother was a rocket as well. The daughter gets the squirting gene from the mother. She also gets the deep throat gene from her mother. I have the mother both alone and with Rose. I can see why she didn't think she needed her daughter. If it was a guy around the block, she might have been right, but I am, right under the circumstances. She is smart and decent about accepting that fact in the end. Her marriage is a good one, or so I think at the time.
At the end of the second year, we have a great video for the incoming mothers. It takes them through the whole experience and quashes any incipient arguments for not involving the daughters. When we show it the next year, no one even brings the matter up.
Every once in a while I have to leave the Philippines because of remaining business issues. I receive a request from the California contingent of Jake's Girls, to spend time with them and their families. Not all the families will participate, as some of the husbands will not be comfortable, but other husbands seem anxious to meet me. Two couples will fly in from Hawaii and another from Chicago. We will have a total of eight out of the sixteen!
Under normal circumstances I would not have been able to get a visa for any of the girls in my family, but I have, over the years, transferred both land and income to Joy. She owns an apartment building. The rents go into an account in her name. She has what she needs to get a visa. So does Jun, who is paid a salary by the school (via me) for her teaching. I have put some property in her name as well. So between semesters, for 12 days in April, we fly to Santa Fe, NM by way of L.A. I am able to reserve all the cabins (there are twelve of them) at a ranch/resort out of town. The place normally does no business on the Easter weekend. That gives us three extra cabins, but bahala na!1
There is one totally humorous thing that happens in the booking process. I email the owner of the resort, the names of all the husbands, wives and daughters. We will assign a family to a cabin and if there are any dietary issues, the resort will know who is in which cabin when stocking the fridges. I also forward my name, along with Joy and Jun. Later I call the guy by phone. He wants to know, which of the two, is my daughter.
I wait a beat, to allow for any latency and to make sure he hears me right and say, You should list both as my wives.
There is a beat on his side before he says, Shall I list halal as your dietary restriction?
I give him a beat and simply say, No.
It is his turn again and you have to give the guy credit, his mind is working as fast as it can.
Two beats later he asks, Have you restrictions as to coffee and alcohol?
I admit I am enjoying this. I wait before responding, Now that you mention it, I am a bit of a pain in the ass about coffee. If there is a local roaster in Santa Fe, might you pick up two pounds of Nicaraguan dark, but not French, roasted beans. If the roaster is doing this special, tell him I need the beans roasted to Full City. I will need a small grinder and a drip coffee maker with paper filters, not one of those metal strainers, in my room. You can certainly charge me for all that, plus maybe a selection of the local brews in a fridge? I love making beer and enjoy tasting the efforts of other microbrewers.
OK, now I had him and any other man would have cried uncle and just said 'Yes, sir.' This guy just doesn't know when to give up.
It has to be ten seconds before he asks, You know many of our churches are not listed in the phone directory and are rather hard to locate. Is there a church to which you would like directions?
My next response was designed to put an end to it, No, while my wives are Catholic, they do not attend Mass. I am Jewish, but also do not participate in the observance. Sir, I said you should 'list them as wives.' I did not say they are legally wives. I am not legally married. I live with these woman and have happily done so for years in common law cohabitation. For all the intents and purposes that you will have, they are my wives and not girlfriends. If they sign something, they are signing for me as well. If they obligate to do something, they obligate all three of us. Is that sufficiently clear?
I finally get my, Yes sir!
Jun, Joy and I arrive on Thursday morning, a day after the rest arrives. The resort is just what we have hoped for; it is in a beautiful spot, the rooms are comfortable, the staff happy to have the extra business. I have told the owner that I assume many of his staff will want to celebrate, Ash Wednesday, Good Friday and Easter. If we can be set up in a fridge with things we can just heat up, we are happy to be without any staff for much of the time. The owner has been so grateful at my offer that he and his entire staff make us feel pampered.
We three go to our room shower and sleep for five hours. We awaken at four in the afternoon, take showers again and then at 5:30 venture out to meet the group. When the girls see Jun and Joy, they rush forward to hug and tsismis. I hate gossip, but, in this case, there is no stopping it.
That leaves me free to approach the husbands and greet each one for the first time. For me it is a real pleasure. However there are eleven guys and there are only supposed to be eight. I am confused. At the same time they are trying to ask me questions. It is an animated scene. Slowly I piece out that three of these guys are recent to the group, having just married one of the mothers from the second class. I look back at Joy who was looking at me. She has a big smile on her face. There are the two protester mothers and their daughters plus the first mother to marry of the second year group. I nod my understanding and return my attention to the men.
I ask if I might make some general comments to them. All assent and are patient as I gather my thoughts. I then call over in Tagalog to Joy and ask if she might join me for a few moments before returning to the girls. All the girls immediately understand that she is needed and she come overs.
At this point I am prepared to speak. Gentlemen, and I do mean that, as I am assured by your wives that you all meet that criteria, allow me to introduce to you a woman who is in all ways, but legally, my wife. This is Joy. When I met Joy she brought her daughter Abbey, with her and they essentially "had me for dinner." (I get a bit of laughter from that.) Joy and Abbey have been with me from the first and I love them both to this day. They have, each, given me children, and those children are a blessing to me. At first Joy, told me that Abbey was there to tie me to her when she, Joy, got too old for me. I think she thought that might mean thirty-six! Joy is a beautiful thirty-eight. I love her today, far more than I did when we first met. She cannot be replaced, not even by Abbey. But Abbey truthfully joined my bed for her own reasons as well. I cannot explain all I mean to Abbey, because even though she was thirteen when we met, she is an adult now. She finished high school and graduated college in Computer Science. Yes she is also a wife to me. I have told her that she doesn't have to stay. That I was never going to leave her mother. She told me, in front of Joy, that I was a fucking idiot. (More laughter from the men) That she loved me, and I was her husband, and no one was going to break us up. Joy simply looked at me and told me that she had told me so, which she had.
I whispered to Joy, Salamat, can you please switch with Jun?
But my life is more complicated because Joy and Abbey brought another female into my world. That was Joy's niece Mitch who was fourteen at the time. Mitch, now also a college graduate with a BS in Business, continues to live with me as a wife and for the same unknown reason. Jun who has just joined us, gave her virginity to me when she was seventeen and pointblank told me she was mine forever. (Jun stands there straight and proud, nodding her agreement with my summary.) She meant those words. No one requires Jun to be with me, except Jun and for that, she is in every way treated as my wife.
It is because of Jun that you are all here today. Make no mistake, while I had a lot to do with the execution of the plan, it was Jun's needs that created that of which you are the beneficiaries.
And so I am, even more, the recipient of such wonderful females as are you. Each year it costs me, to make this happen. I do not want a dollar from any of you. What I want is for your marriages to continue until God pulls you asunder. I mean that. I want these marriages to endure when others do not. I want your girls to know stability and grace and I want you to know what it is to be really loved and cared for by women, even if one of them, for a while, is under age.
And now, please, one at a time I will answer any questions while Jun returns to her girls.
One husband says that he is spoiled for life. He could never find anything in life like this. He is only afraid that his girl will leave. Another husband says that as far as he could see, if she has a child with him, she'll stay. Other husbands seem to agree. They ask me. All I can offer is that if you love your wives, both of them, and treat them well, I see no reason why they will leave. To a Filipina, marriage is for life.
One of the guys sorts of grunts out, I'll be damned, that's what she told me. I think the way she put it was, 'we are married, no choice.'
After a while we all move into the hall where the food is served. The meal is outstanding. The husbands are seated with their wives on one side and their daughters on the other side, alternating, so that daughters sit with daughters and mothers sit next to mothers. Of course that does not account for all those at the table. Of the eleven families there are six with babies in arms and two pregnant thirteen year olds. It is one hell of a sight. I am enjoying myself.
For these families it is an important bonding. These are the only other people who can ever know the truth about their families. The men grow tighter and the women re-enforced their ties. Both Jun and Joy told the women, in no uncertain terms, that the grass was not greener over the fence. If they try, they courted disaster, the loss of their families and jail. I don't have to say anything to the men. A couple of the men hear from their wives about the warning that their wives have received. All that is said to me is a thank you in each case.
In the meantime, something else unexpected occurs. After the big dinner, two daughters come to my cabin. Neither has a child nor is pregnant. Jun meets them at the door. After a palaver, they are brought to me. Their "fathers" are feeling a bit exposed. For the girls who do have babies, the babies have DNA that did not match the "father's". In both cases, these girls "fathers" have sent them over to see if I can give them the same cover. Joy and Jun are laughing as the request becomes clear to me. I ask each one about when she has had her last period. One has finished five day previous and the other three weeks prior.
I tell the girl who just finished her period to come back in two days. The girl who is three weeks on, I have seen not so long ago. Her mother is one of the protesters and she is my deep throat champion. It is a little late in her cycle, but I will try. We undress and get right to business. She is every bit as good and as sexy as I remember her.
As I slide into her, both Jun and Joy are in the room and are watching. I don't mind and I don't think my partner minds either. Her pussy is as tight as I remember it. The only difference is that she is begging me for a baby and that does get to me. I give her three loads that evening and two more the following evening. After the last time, as she dresses she leans over and whispers to me that she is mine. Any time I ask for her, she will come to me. That is from a twelve year old and yet I believe her.
The following night the student from the first batch arrives. I remember that I had not spent much time with her. The reason is not clear to me but maybe I can rectify that now. I keep her with me for the next three days straight and takes her three to four times a day. It is a little early in her cycle but we might catch a break. She is a wonderful little lover and we enjoy each other. Her breasts are large for a Filipina and I suck on them while I finger fuck her. Once she is red hot, I get her to orgasm and deposit cum inside her during her orgasm. When I finish with her for the last time a few hours before I am to leave she has been thoroughly fucked.
The trip for Jun and Joy has been great. They have spent three days shopping and playing tourist in Santa Fe. Before we return home I take them to see Washington DC and New York City. They get to see a Broadway play and we have fun at the Smithsonian. We also visit my eldest son and daughter and some cousins I have not seen for a decade. Then it is back to Gensan. Joy and Jun are two very proud and happy girls.
Re: A Novel. - Jake's Journal: The Philippines -Joyfully
Chapter 12
A couple of months later we hear from both of the girls who had needed to get pregnant. The second one I was with is pregnant. However, miss deep throat is not. Two months after that we get word that miss deep throat and her mother have received their conditional green cards.
The girl's "father" emails me about having miss deep throat 'visit her relatives' in Gensan for a month. It sounds a bit extreme to me and I gently say so to him. He says he will think about it. Then I get a call from the mother, mrs. deep throat. I need to get this girl pregnant or keep her here as the guy is 'losing it,' out of fear of getting caught. We make arrangements. The mother will fly with the child to San Francisco. From there the daughter will be flying as an unescorted minor directly - non-stop via Philippine Airlines to Manila, where Joy will meet her.
Two weeks later miss deep throat, whose name is Jana returns to us. She is given a room on the second floor. The first thing we do is take Jana to a Gynecologist, to see if she can get pregnant. Finding such a doctor with whom we can deal safely is hard. But Atty. Espejo has taken care of a ticklish item for the doc. By doing completely ethical favors for us, and ignoring the dubious reasons for the requests, the obligation is satisfied, so to speak.
The result of the exam is that the child cannot get pregnant. There is a physical deformity in the child's reproductive plumbing. I ask for a three way telephone conversation with the mother and her husband, who I now know from our trip and truly liked. I have Jana sitting with me but with instructions to not speak but to only listen via the speaker phone. I explain the situation with Jana's plumbing and try to ease the way for her return. The husband is crazy for his wife. He is never going to leave her. The mother is really happy with her husband. In Tagalog she tells me he is a good man. Her life there is great and she does not want to lose him. I tell her not to speak in Tagalog. He has to know what she was saying. I then proceed to tell him what she has just said. He pleads with me to keep Jana until she is 16. Then she can come back but not before. He just can't contain his desire for Jana, and is sure that it is apparent to others when they are in public. He is terrified. Some of this Jana has tried to tell me before, and as Jana, her mother, and the guy are all saying the same thing, it is hard to argue. I know Jana wants to stay, if I will have her. But she does not want to be in limbo for four years. Plus she will lose her green card if she is, gone that long, out of the US. I say as much to the husband and wife. I ask them to think about that for a day and get back to me.
Twenty-four hours later I am told by husband and wife that Jana will have to find her own way in the world. I hate to hear that. It makes me angry. However, I am also getting an erection. Jana is there, has heard the decision, and knows what it means. She is about to become one of the family. She is about to deep throat me for all she was worth. She is to become my cock sucking little girl. As her pussy is nonproductive, she directs all traffic to her mouth and her ass. She will starve that pussy. She also moves to the third floor. Jana is the last girl to enter the family.
The third student class is something really special. We have three thousand applicants for the twenty slots. Following the selection, there is not a mother older than 25 in the group. Every one of those mothers has an eleven year old as she entered the class. That meant that the oldest mothers had gotten pregnant at the old age of thirteen. Half of them had gotten pregnant when they were twelve and three when they were eleven. Seven has a second daughter who is ten at the time. Every mother could be a pinup.
All the mothers see the video we have made, and as I said earlier, there are no comments. We put all the mothers on birth control right away. We give all the students, including the ten year olds, gynecological exams that year after I deflower them. There will be no more surprises. All the students are able to have children.
Rose and I start on the mothers right away. And that's where we run into a surprise. We have a stone cold lesbian in the group. She is a lot of fun for Rose, but we cannot help her. This mother was not Bi, she is Lesbian. She has sex with her uncles before she figures it all out and that has produced three children, but that was then and this was now. She is one of the few women with three daughters, ages 12, 11 and 10.
I am in the process of replacing her and finding an alternate when all my girls ask for a family discussion. They ask why our lesbian cannot be placed. I hear one plan whereby once the guy shows up here the little ones come to his room, do him and then the mother comes in and tells the guy that the deal is if he marries her, he gets the daughters but that she will never do him. Once she has her 10 year green card she will leave the children with him and move on. I tell them that the plan is just crazy and it will not work. I will not sanction their attempt to make it work. Then the question comes up, is she a real Lesbian. There is a 'no offense Rose, but it's only your word on this. Jake you should see.' I agree with the proviso that Joy and Mitch are with me to verify my statements.
The result are a little mixed. She really is a Lesbian. I determine that in a friendly talk. She dreams and fantasizes about females, not males. She gets hot looking at women, not men. But she can orgasm with a cock inside her. She likes the feel of the cock inside her pussy, she just doesn't want to kiss a guy.
I don't like the situation. But the girls pointed out that she will be able to take the husbands cock and cum. Plus, the mother offers to actively find another girl, to join her, who will kiss him ... her argument is 'get me over there and I will make sure he is happy.' The rest of it, housekeeping, cooking, she can ace and she will not leave the guy, she swears to us that when she is done, her husband will have a wife, a live-in mistress for whom she will be a maid, and the guy will have access to her girls.
It sounds nuts to me but I let it go. They result is a testament to the wonderful flexibility of the human heart. The guy our Lesbian finds is a fifty-four year old psychiatrist in New Orleans, Louisiana. This is to be his third marriage. He has adult children, and has been divorced for four years. He is so enchanted by the woman on the web chats, and those with her three daughters, that he flies over three weeks after they meet online. That causes me to have to get busy with the girls who are still a little on the too young side, neither having had a period yet. But the girls do remarkably well.
Once the good doctor is confronted with the actual situation when in Gensan, and having had far more than a taste of the ten and eleven year olds, separately, and as a couple, and also with Mom there, he decides that this is a situation that will work for him. He wants assurances about the Mistress and she arranges for another of our mothers to join her with him for a sample. He also wants an agreement that when the daughters are old enough that she would allow a divorce so that he could marry one of the daughters. He explains that she will stay on after the remarriage. She agrees to that. That marriage lasts eight years, followed by a divorce and a marriage to the youngest daughter when he is 64. Our Lesbian mother tells me that during the eight year marriage, there were three mistresses who came and went. After the remarriage, with his blessing she moves out of the home with a nice settlement and moves in with one of the previous mistresses with whom she is now married in the State of California. Her three girls remain behind and seem happy with the good doctor, who also began fucking his daughters from his Lesbian wife as they turned twelve.
A couple of months later we hear from both of the girls who had needed to get pregnant. The second one I was with is pregnant. However, miss deep throat is not. Two months after that we get word that miss deep throat and her mother have received their conditional green cards.
The girl's "father" emails me about having miss deep throat 'visit her relatives' in Gensan for a month. It sounds a bit extreme to me and I gently say so to him. He says he will think about it. Then I get a call from the mother, mrs. deep throat. I need to get this girl pregnant or keep her here as the guy is 'losing it,' out of fear of getting caught. We make arrangements. The mother will fly with the child to San Francisco. From there the daughter will be flying as an unescorted minor directly - non-stop via Philippine Airlines to Manila, where Joy will meet her.
Two weeks later miss deep throat, whose name is Jana returns to us. She is given a room on the second floor. The first thing we do is take Jana to a Gynecologist, to see if she can get pregnant. Finding such a doctor with whom we can deal safely is hard. But Atty. Espejo has taken care of a ticklish item for the doc. By doing completely ethical favors for us, and ignoring the dubious reasons for the requests, the obligation is satisfied, so to speak.
The result of the exam is that the child cannot get pregnant. There is a physical deformity in the child's reproductive plumbing. I ask for a three way telephone conversation with the mother and her husband, who I now know from our trip and truly liked. I have Jana sitting with me but with instructions to not speak but to only listen via the speaker phone. I explain the situation with Jana's plumbing and try to ease the way for her return. The husband is crazy for his wife. He is never going to leave her. The mother is really happy with her husband. In Tagalog she tells me he is a good man. Her life there is great and she does not want to lose him. I tell her not to speak in Tagalog. He has to know what she was saying. I then proceed to tell him what she has just said. He pleads with me to keep Jana until she is 16. Then she can come back but not before. He just can't contain his desire for Jana, and is sure that it is apparent to others when they are in public. He is terrified. Some of this Jana has tried to tell me before, and as Jana, her mother, and the guy are all saying the same thing, it is hard to argue. I know Jana wants to stay, if I will have her. But she does not want to be in limbo for four years. Plus she will lose her green card if she is, gone that long, out of the US. I say as much to the husband and wife. I ask them to think about that for a day and get back to me.
Twenty-four hours later I am told by husband and wife that Jana will have to find her own way in the world. I hate to hear that. It makes me angry. However, I am also getting an erection. Jana is there, has heard the decision, and knows what it means. She is about to become one of the family. She is about to deep throat me for all she was worth. She is to become my cock sucking little girl. As her pussy is nonproductive, she directs all traffic to her mouth and her ass. She will starve that pussy. She also moves to the third floor. Jana is the last girl to enter the family.
The third student class is something really special. We have three thousand applicants for the twenty slots. Following the selection, there is not a mother older than 25 in the group. Every one of those mothers has an eleven year old as she entered the class. That meant that the oldest mothers had gotten pregnant at the old age of thirteen. Half of them had gotten pregnant when they were twelve and three when they were eleven. Seven has a second daughter who is ten at the time. Every mother could be a pinup.
All the mothers see the video we have made, and as I said earlier, there are no comments. We put all the mothers on birth control right away. We give all the students, including the ten year olds, gynecological exams that year after I deflower them. There will be no more surprises. All the students are able to have children.
Rose and I start on the mothers right away. And that's where we run into a surprise. We have a stone cold lesbian in the group. She is a lot of fun for Rose, but we cannot help her. This mother was not Bi, she is Lesbian. She has sex with her uncles before she figures it all out and that has produced three children, but that was then and this was now. She is one of the few women with three daughters, ages 12, 11 and 10.
I am in the process of replacing her and finding an alternate when all my girls ask for a family discussion. They ask why our lesbian cannot be placed. I hear one plan whereby once the guy shows up here the little ones come to his room, do him and then the mother comes in and tells the guy that the deal is if he marries her, he gets the daughters but that she will never do him. Once she has her 10 year green card she will leave the children with him and move on. I tell them that the plan is just crazy and it will not work. I will not sanction their attempt to make it work. Then the question comes up, is she a real Lesbian. There is a 'no offense Rose, but it's only your word on this. Jake you should see.' I agree with the proviso that Joy and Mitch are with me to verify my statements.
The result are a little mixed. She really is a Lesbian. I determine that in a friendly talk. She dreams and fantasizes about females, not males. She gets hot looking at women, not men. But she can orgasm with a cock inside her. She likes the feel of the cock inside her pussy, she just doesn't want to kiss a guy.
I don't like the situation. But the girls pointed out that she will be able to take the husbands cock and cum. Plus, the mother offers to actively find another girl, to join her, who will kiss him ... her argument is 'get me over there and I will make sure he is happy.' The rest of it, housekeeping, cooking, she can ace and she will not leave the guy, she swears to us that when she is done, her husband will have a wife, a live-in mistress for whom she will be a maid, and the guy will have access to her girls.
It sounds nuts to me but I let it go. They result is a testament to the wonderful flexibility of the human heart. The guy our Lesbian finds is a fifty-four year old psychiatrist in New Orleans, Louisiana. This is to be his third marriage. He has adult children, and has been divorced for four years. He is so enchanted by the woman on the web chats, and those with her three daughters, that he flies over three weeks after they meet online. That causes me to have to get busy with the girls who are still a little on the too young side, neither having had a period yet. But the girls do remarkably well.
Once the good doctor is confronted with the actual situation when in Gensan, and having had far more than a taste of the ten and eleven year olds, separately, and as a couple, and also with Mom there, he decides that this is a situation that will work for him. He wants assurances about the Mistress and she arranges for another of our mothers to join her with him for a sample. He also wants an agreement that when the daughters are old enough that she would allow a divorce so that he could marry one of the daughters. He explains that she will stay on after the remarriage. She agrees to that. That marriage lasts eight years, followed by a divorce and a marriage to the youngest daughter when he is 64. Our Lesbian mother tells me that during the eight year marriage, there were three mistresses who came and went. After the remarriage, with his blessing she moves out of the home with a nice settlement and moves in with one of the previous mistresses with whom she is now married in the State of California. Her three girls remain behind and seem happy with the good doctor, who also began fucking his daughters from his Lesbian wife as they turned twelve.