Copyright© 2012 by VeryWellAged
Chapter 14: On being a Father or an approximation thereof
Teenage
girls need fathers. They may not agree with that on frequent occasions, but it
is the truth. In the case of his four girls, it was the case in at
least three if not four of them. Being the lover and the father was going to
create a conflict. At least that was Joshua’s thought about it beforehand. It
was the one thing that he hadn’t sussed out. Reality
was proving different. As the object of affection, rather than the one seeking
them for sex, they were seeking him. So it was hard for the girls to ignore him
when he did need them to do something. In consequence of, being the Cum Cow,
their personal Santa Claus, he was afforded a great deal of affectionate
attention. When he said something, they listened. And so it was that the role
of a father, which was inherent in his 50+ years, and their precious few years,
was accepted with equanimity. He was
‘controlling.’ As a lover that would have been wrong. But, as a father, was
expected of him.
Not
a one of these girls had ever had a father in their lives that they could
remember. The fathering, loving, concern that Joshua expressed towards them was
not felt as stifling. It was felt as a security blanket. They felt secure and
loved in a way they had never felt before. They were loved: as a caregiver to
his charges, as well as in a romantic sense. The roles were one, and the same.
It was only confusing for those who needed to create distinct categories and
swear that never the twain shall meet. These girls did not have that societal
rule embedded in their brains.
And
so when Joshua decided that the girls needed to get out of the apartment, and
have some fun and leave him alone, even though they wanted to stay home with
him, they didn’t argue. He gave them enough money to see a movie, have a meal
at Jollibee’s and just hangout at the mall.
It
was a little before noon when he kicked all four out of the apartment. His
instructions were simple. Have fun, stay out of trouble, and do not come home
until 6pm. As to the type of parenting when you tell kids to do their homework,
that was a nonstarter as they wanted to have and do homework; when it came to
cleaning, Arlin and Janna were taskmasters to Mhitze
and Ricca, there was not an unkempt or dirty place in the apartment. When it
came to bedtime… well that simply was not a problem. It was the concept of
playing and having fun, that the girls had not a clue
about and had to be parented.
And
so the rest of Sunday was quiet and restful for Joshua with only one exception.
The exception came in the form of an email from Joydee. She had written back
rather than accept Joshua’s email as final. Her email, in return was of a woman
begging, but begging for what? There was nothing Joshua could do for her.
Joshua just stared at the missive, unable to fathom how to respond. Finally,
after a prolonged period of reflection, Joshua closed the message without
responding. It was not that he decided not to respond. It was more that he was
without a clue as how to respond. Possibly time and distance would offer up the
answer that first impressions failed to find.
The
mystery novel that Joshua had purchased yesterday was still unfinished. He
picked it up and much of the balance of the afternoon was devoted to finishing
off the tale. While in the end it was not fully satisfying, it was in its own
right, enjoyable and relaxing. However, every so many pages, Joydee’s letter would come, front and center in his
consciousness, and that most assuredly diminished the novel’s palliative effect.
So, as evening approached, and the tale was at an end, Joshua was still
troubled.
Also,
as evening approached, his four young girls returned home.
For
these girls it was an uneasy homecoming. They had been away for hours. Hours
away, not because of tasks or school, but rather to have fun, and while they
did have fun during the afternoon hours, they also felt as if they were
abandoning the one person in their world upon whom their future most depended.
He was their lover; he was their protector; he was an adult, their lawgiver. In
an incredibly short time span, Joshua had become the sum of their world. He
defined their universe and delimited its boundaries. He didn’t tell the girls
this; they simply knew it. And it knowing it, they felt that having fun without
him was in and of itself inherently wrong.
It
was Ricca who felt the least concern. She launched her small body into Joshua’s
arms and held him tight, whispering in his ear: Thank you! I had a great day.
And
with one sentence, Joshua stilled the rising unease in the room. Looking into
the open and sweet face of his youngest love, he asked:
Ricca, do you think you are ready to
spend a night with me alone, or do you need someone else with us?
Ricca
squealed, wiggled on his lap and then announced loud enough for all to hear: I will be your wife tonight!
And
so it was. Arlin, Mitze and Janna cooperated on
getting supper on the table and cleaning up there after. All the while Joshua
was snuggling with Ricca, while the youngster proceeded to inform Joshua, in
the most conspiratorial of tones, of all the details of the day’s activities.
As the story unfolded, Joshua was stroking Ricca’s twelve-year-old body. He
touched every inch of the girl. His fingers roamed over her face down her back
and her legs, over her undeveloped breasts, over her ass, onto and into her
pussy. While she talked, he nibbled her neck, her ears, her eyelids, her
shoulders. And when she finally came to a stopping point, he tilted back her
young and sweet – if no longer innocent – head and gave her an intense kiss on
the lips that would have seemed less unusual if Ricca was twenty-one and not
twelve. Ricca returned Joshua passion with an intensity of her own. She was
announcing her status in that kiss. It was not a kiss of a child to an adult.
It was most clearly, a kiss of real passion. Joshua was startled for a moment,
but only a moment. Recognizing the kiss for what it was, he relished it,
savored it; he rejoiced in it.
Then
it was time for supper. The meal was tasty, if a rehash of previous meals.
Almost everything on the table was consumed by the end of it. The fresh foods
they had purchased in the market had now been used. On Monday, tomorrow, Arlin
and Mhitze would return to the market for more food
while Janna and Ricca were in school. There was in the apartment enough food
for breakfast, but that was all.
While
the other girls cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for the morning, Joshua
and Ricca retired to the master bedroom. Ricca was ready to jump into bed, but
Joshua steered her to the shower. Both entered the shower and carefully washed
each other, leaving no crease or crevice unattended. The playful kissing and
foreplay was an added benefit. The fact that this was a cold shower, only slightly,
dampened their exuberance. After toweling off, Joshua led Ricca back to the bed
and had her lie on her back. Hovering over her he
placed a sweet light kiss on her lips and then proceeded to position himself
between her small legs. She was certainly small. Her hairless pussy was small
as well. Joshua used his fingers to spread her labia. His tongue circled her
clit. Ricca’s ass squirmed and her breathing became rapid as his attention to
her pussy continued unabated.
This
was as close to Joshua’s fantasy as it was possible to get. This had been his
masturbation fantasy. Now spread out before him was his fantasy incorporate.
Ricca was his dream, come true. He licked her ass, her belly, her legs, her flat chest and then again he returned to her pussy. For Joshua,
she was his manna from his own irreligious heaven.
Ricca
was in a dream world. Nothing in her young life had prepared her for the sexual
stimulation Joshua gave her. Nothing prepared her for the feeling of sexual
vulnerability and simultaneous sexual power she was experiencing. Society has
attempted to push these feelings away in time – to those of a supposedly more
mature adult age. But biology was having nothing to do with that conspiracy.
Ricca’s body had awakened. There would never be any turning back from that
reality. Ricca’s body entered into its life of sexuality at the same time she
attached to the most intense object of love. Just as an infant when opening and
focusing its eyes for the first time on the image of the ‘mother’ imprints a lifelong
attachment, so did Ricca’s attachment to Joshua at the very moment of her true
sexual awakening from the mist of sexual latency become imprinted on her brain
and heart. Ricca’s attachment to Joshua would be an unbreakable lifelong
reality.
Is
that why societies pushed dating and marriage to later in a female’s life. Did
they want the first sexual awakening to be accompanied by fantasy mates,
fantasies that would crumble and die away? Delaying, and thereby preventing the
imprinting that was occurring at that very moment in Ricca’s life?
Nothing
that Joshua might have fantasized, would or could ever match the reality of
what was transpiring before him at this very moment. He might turn into an
ogre, she might turn into a beauty or a hag, but forever, she was to be bound
to him. Such was the imprinting that was occurring.
While
not aware of the biological and emotional circuits that were forever being
embedded into place, Joshua was aware that his need for this child had become
intense and palpable in a way that surprised him. His member was rock hard as
he moved his body up and over hers. This was to be no gentle fucking with the
child riding her man’s cock. This time Ricca was under him. Joshua, with his
hand, moved his cock up and down over Ricca’s slit, gathering up her female
secretions. There were secretions and copious amounts of them. And then, his
glistening cock at the opening of her passage, he pushed down and into her
cunt. He heard Ricca’s gasp. He pulled back an inch and pushed in more forcefully.
The girl was now impaled on his member. She was meat on his skewer. She was
mewing to herself. Joshua began fucking Ricca in earnest.
Ricca
took all Joshua had to give, absorbing the cock as it pounded deep into her
young pussy. She took it until the moment when her body started screaming for
more. It was then that Joshua heard the young girl shouting to him: More Joshua! Give it to me harder! Fuck me
harder! Harder! Fuck me h-a-r-d-er!
And
that Joshua did. His cock was squeezed tight inside the small vessel of the
girl’s cunt. He felt all of her in each movement he made. Her screams were in
his ears as his need to plant his seed, his crazy biological need, which if it
became reality would be a colossal mistake, became inexorably the only thing in
his sexually addled brain. His loins pounded her, her
screams egged him on and on. Finally, with nothing stopping either of them from
the potentially disastrous result, Joshua flooded Ricca’s cunt with cum.
Sweating
and exhausted, Joshua rolled off Ricca, slid his arm around her back, and
pulled her onto him. Kissing followed unabated for some twenty minutes before
blessed sleep took both of them.
Sometime
in the middle of the night, Joshua was awakened by an intense need to cum. The
cause was Ricca, who was giving him head. Her technique had become better than
just proficient. One hand squeezing his balls, one playing with his prostate, her mouth applying all the suction she could muster, Joshua
was fighting to delay his cum. The fight was fruitless. In thirty seconds,
Ricca had earned her reward, which she swallowed, being unwilling to do
otherwise. Both drifted back to sleep with Ricca still between Joshua’s legs.
Morning
came early. Arlin entered the master bedroom to the sight of Ricca beneath the
covers and between Joshua legs, holding on to the man’s penis.
Joshua
was equally deep in sleep. After pulling the covers back a little, she just
looked at the two of them. A smile crossed her face. If he could show Arlin love,
like the love he must have for Ricca, then maybe, just maybe, they would all be
OK. Joshua sure seemed like a good man. Arlin roused Ricca first and sent her
off to get ready for school.
Arlin
then climbed onto the bed, recapitulating Ricca’s position. From there she took
Joshua in her mouth. He was soft. She didn’t expect much to change, as he would
most assuredly awaken. But Joshua didn’t awaken immediately. As Arlin sucked on
his member, his cock regained stiffness. Once again, Joshua awakened to a
female giving him head. This time, and finally realizing it was Arlin, and
being in an unusually predatory state that might have been related to an
unfinished dream, which he could not remember, Joshua disengaged from Arlin,
pulled her up to him and placed her face down on the bed. He shoved a pillow
under her loin. Her ass now elevated a bit, he centered his saliva
coated cock against Arlin’s asshole and plunged in to the unassuming
girl. There was nothing gentle about this. Arlin was being taken. She had
claimed him before. Now he was doing the same to her. Her ass was his,
literally.