Chapter 3

Jonnie’s pregnancy moved along smoothly. I thought it was interesting that both girls were convinced Jhasmine was in horrible physical pain when she was horny, but that Jonnie didn’t suffer the same way. While Jhasmine couldn’t find a comfortable position for sex and handed off most of the fucking to Jonnie, our pet never complained and was just as eager for her turn in her ninth month as she was when I first impregnated her. Sometimes it took some maneuvering to get me in position to enter her, but she always wanted all her turns.

When the due date was approaching, Jhasmine started making snarky comments about how Jonnie’s baby was going to be born with my cock in her little mouth because Jonnie would be fucking me through the whole delivery if it was her turn.

Jonnie said, “I don’t think that’s a bad thing, but I wouldn’t want to risk sending daddy to jail. I think she’ll have to wait until she’s legal.”

I said, “She’ll have to tell me herself, and no coaching! Accurate sex education is one thing but grooming or prompting are not acceptable!”

Jhasmine said, “Would you fuck Jade if she asked you to?”

I replied, “I fucked you the first time you asked me. Did it hurt you? It’s the same answer. If it’s her idea and she comes to me and asks for it, I’ll give her what she needs. If she’s barely legal, I’ll start with non-penetrative things and try to drag it out for as long as possible, but if she insists, I’ll give her what she asks for.”

Jhasmine said, “But Jade is your daughter.”

I replied, “Exactly, and if she suffers pain the way you do when you are in need, I’m not going to pretend it isn’t happening and let her suffer. If she is in pain, I’ll do everything she wants me to so she can feel better.”

Jhasmine said, “Potentially you could have two fourteen-year-old super slut daughters and two twenty-eight-year-old super MILF slut wives totally addicted to your cock. Do you see the potential for disaster here?”

Jonnie said, “We can go find young, rich husbands, sis, and leave the daughters with their old man. I’ve been meaning to tell you that you look deliciously MILFy, by the way.”

Jhasmine said, “I suppose we could sell the daughters to a whore house in San Francisco, if we are sneaky enough about it to slip it by the old man.”

I said, “Why speculate about what might happen? My daughters may both go, ‘Oh yuck!’ Our personalities might clash, or they may only want to get eaten by each other, or their favorite auntie. Of course, horror of horrors, they might be hot for their mommies.”

Jonnie said, “That’s true daddy. I’m sorry I stirred things up. My imagination runs away sometimes. I was just thinking how hot it would be to watch daddy making love to our daughter for the first time.”

I said, “I’m going to be unpopular for saying this, but I might not even be around in fourteen years. Can we please just wait and see who we are dealing with before we talk about solving problems that might not ever come up? Super Soaker, please save your fantasies for someone you know will appreciate them and want you to share them.”

About half-way through Jonnie’s ninth month, she started sleeping in the guest room, so Jhasmine and I didn’t keep her awake or we didn’t bump into her in our sleep. If it was Jonnie’s turn, I went to bed with her. We made love however we could figure out that night. After I spermed her, I’d go to bed with Jhasmine in the master bedroom.

One night, Jonnie said, “I definitely want to see you make love to our daughter. All the reasons we talk about in our fantasies, why a girl should choose her daddy to be her first are equally valid with our daughter.”

I said, “Super Soaker, it’s fourteen years from now. Who knows who she will be or what she will want or need? It’s destructive to spend too much time talking about daydreams as if they were reality.”

Jonnie said, “Don’t tell Jhasmine, but I think you should make love to our daughter as soon as she is legal by Philippine law, if that’s what she wants.”

I said, “Please keep that thought private. I understand, and when I know who our daughter is, I’ll probably agree with you. However, the whole purpose of our experiment was to have two moms who love each other and get along with each other to share the work and share the husband. If you keep stirring things up, Jhasmine will divorce us both, and you’ll be stuck with all the work.”

Jonnie said, “Sometimes I think that might not be so bad. From my point of view, it would be worth the extra work to be your only girl and the only female getting filled with your cum. Well, at least until our baby grows up and asks you to make love to her.”

I said, “Are you going to be problematic daughter? I can take you to my office and introduce your glutes to the board of education. I guarantee it will hurt a whole lot more than my bare hand. Let’s remember that you are the junior wife because you let your fear keep you from telling me what you wanted. That means you are not entitled to dictate family policy or vote the senior wife out of the family. Jhasmine and I were doing fine by ourselves. My senior wife might have made a mistake when she invited you to join us. She felt sorry for you, and she was feeling so well fucked and happy, she wanted to share that with you. She thought you were really and truly her sex slave and that you would respect your Mistress enough that you wouldn’t try to steal her man.

“If you intend to spread hate and discontent, I can send you on your way, and you can cope with being a single mom with an empty pussy.

“I know I’m not the best Master, but if a girl has the right attitude, I can make her feel owned and cared for so that she gets her needs met. If a girl has hardened her heart and is determined to be rebellious unless she gets her way, she is not a real sub, she is play acting and fooling herself. Her acting may be good enough to fool her Master for a time, but eventually he will know you for a poser. That means all your declarations were made under false pretenses and therefore are void.

“It is nonsensical to say that a true Master will take any girl in hand and force her to submit totally. I suppose given enough time, starving, sensory deprivation, and torture, a female could be forced to submit, but that would not be true submission. It would be lying for survival. It would not produce the kind of slave I want serving me.

“A true slave girl who has been brought to total submission will have a component of free will in her submission. In other words, she has acknowledged that the person she calls Master is truly her owner and she is glad or even proud that her Master chose her and made her aware of her need to be owned. She submits more through the power of her Master’s personality than through any form of coercion or physical duress.

“The critical question for you, Jonnie is who do you choose to be? Are you Jonnie the would-be manipulator? Are you Jonnie the thief? Are you Jonnie the too fearful to ask for what she needs? Are you the Jonnie willing to do anything not to be poor? OR, are you Super Soaker who loves her Master as much as she is addicted to his cock and loves knowing her Master owns her as much as she loves cumming until she passes out?”

Jonnie had tears running down her cheeks. She whispered, “Master saw through the poser. Master knows me to my most secret depths, and I can’t hide anything from my Master. I was not really afraid of your cock, Master. I was in terror of giving myself to you totally, and really, truly meaning it.”

I asked, “What do you want me to do now?”

Jonnie said, “I don’t know if it is possible, Uncle George. Could we just me regular lovers without any of the D/s aspects? Is it possible for you to take me as a rebellious slave and train the rebellion out of me?”

I said, “I have to avoid the trap of ego which fools a person into attempting something beyond his capabilities. My final decision is that if you don’t feel it in your belly and cunt when you say you belong to me, then you are not a girl meant to be a slave and you don’t have the personality to give yourself completely in either submission or love. While I could teach you more, it would only enable you to be a better actress, and thus, more dishonest. I must infer that your submission to Jhasmine is just as false. She is my wife, and she is my true sub. I have a responsibility to protect her. For these reasons, you must leave.

“I have two options for you. One, you may leave immediately. Two, you may stay here until you deliver and recover from the delivery. If you stay, there will be no sex with either Jhasmine or myself. When you leave, you will leave our daughter with me to raise as my own with Jhasmine the only mother she will ever know.”

Jonnie said, “You should have a lawyer draw up a contract so I will know I have no rights to see or contact our daughter or ask for any money from you.”

I said, “You can be sure our baby will be raised as Jade’s complete equal. Both girls will be loved and cared for identically. We will raise them as sisters or fraternal twins, depending on how they develop. I am aware of your preference for how our daughter experiences her first intercourse. If it is her desire, and I believe she is physically and emotionally capable of dealing with everything that involves, I’ll follow your wishes.

“Do you have a name in mind for our girl?”

Jonnie said, “I like, ‘Jody.” What do you think?”

I said, “That’s fine with me. Do you want her middle name to be, ‘Foster?’ or is that just my twisted sense of humor?”

Jonnie said, “I don’t like middle names. If she gets in a phase where she doesn’t like. ‘Jody,’ you can tell her that her middle name is Taylor, or Madison, or whatever is popular then, and she can go by her middle name.”

I said, “Try to get some sleep. I’ll go talk things over with Jhasmine and make sure she agrees with me.”

I went to the master bedroom and got in bed with Jhasmine.

My wife asked, “Did you figure it out?”

I replied, “You knew she was faking it all along?”

Jhasmine said, “I suspected it, hoping like hell I was wrong when it turned out you two were more sexually compatible than any two people in history. I was pretty sure you’d figure her out before she did any serious damage.”

I said, “I gave her the option of leaving now or staying until she delivers but leaving the baby with us. Is that OK with you?”

Jhasmine said, “Well, first, I want to tell you how thrilled I am that you picked me. I have been afraid she’d blind you with sex, instead of science, and fool you into leaving me by promising you more pervy stuff than you know you’ll get with me.

“Next, I think you are right, the baby in Jonnie’s belly will be better off with us.”

I said, “I told her the baby will know you as her mom and that the girls will be raised as sisters.

“She suggested we have a lawyer draw up a contract to establish that she gave us all her parental rights. She’d like us to name the baby, ‘Jody,’ with no middle name. I think we might want her to have a middle name she could use as a first name if she ever decides she doesn’t like, ‘Jody.’ What do you think?”

Jhasmine said, “Jade doesn’t have a middle name. I think if a kid doesn’t like their name, they can wait until they are a legal adult and change it then.”

I said, “How are you feeling, baby?”

Jhasmine laughed and said, “I’m totally up for getting all the turns and all the cream for myself, so get busy mister, and make me thank all the gods and goddesses that I’m your woman.”

I made love to my wife as well as I possibly could so she would know for sure that besides choosing her as the sane girl, I was also choosing her as the sexiest girl who would make me as hot for her after twenty years as she does today. As always, I worked to give her as many big, hard orgasms as possible, so my ability to satisfy her would never, ever be a question Jhasmine wondered about.

Jonnie went into labor, so we called the midwife. Jonnie couldn’t deal with the pain as well as Jhasmine did. It took Jonnie twelve hours to deliver our five-pound, nine-ounce baby girl. I wrapped her in a blanket and carried her to Jhasmine. I didn’t let Jonnie hold her or have much more than a quick look at Jody.

Jhasmine was waiting, naked, in bed, when I placed Jody on her chest. Jhasmine unwrapped the baby, so their naked skin was touching. My wife brought Jody’s little lips to her nipple and stimulated her sucking reflex. Jody latched on right away and began nursing.

My wife said, “This isn’t ideal. I don’t have colostrum for her, and I’m producing milk for a six-month-old. I think I’ll usually feed Jade first so my milk won’t flow faster than Jody can take it. We just have to do the best we can to adapt to her needs.”

The midwife helped Jonnie deliver the afterbirth, get cleaned up, and tucked in. The doctor came and gave Jonnie an injection to dry up her milk. We gave Jonnie a week to rest and recover. The lawyer came by, the contract was signed and taken to be registered. The doctor checked Jonnie to make sure she was strong enough. We helped her pack and gave her a bus ticket back to Paranaque, where her mother lived. I gave Jonnie enough money to pay for her school tuition until she graduated from high school at sixteen. We were pretty sure she would blow the money, but I hoped she would prove me wrong.

Jonnie left without saying goodbye to Jhasmine. The girl couldn’t face my wife after pretending to love her.

I put her on the bus and turned to go back to the car. I drove in silence back to our cottage. Jhasmine met me at the door and took me straight to bed. We made slow, married people love until both of us got too worked up to be either slow or gentle. We transitioned gradually to the kind of animal rutting that was the norm for us.

When my wife was having one orgasm after another and loudly letting me know of her approval for my efforts, I knew I had made a good choice; one I would never regret.

Jhasmine moaned, “Love me hard Georgie. Fill me and fuck me forever. Make me cum harder than you ever have before. Pump my womb full of hot sperm. Make me surrender unconditionally and overwhelm my senses. Fuck me into unconsciousness. Make me know in my cunt and my womb that you are my man, all the man I can take.”

We kept fucking hard for another hour. Jhasmine got her wish and her whole body was consumed by the most powerful orgasm I’d ever given a woman. She whimpered, “I knew you were man enough!” Then she fainted.

I felt guilty continuing to fuck my wife while she was passed out, but my balls demanded release, so I kept stroking her just as hard and fast. Jhasmine’s incredibly sexy body eliminated any need for rationalization or justification because she came again. Her uterus contracted powerfully, her whole body shook, and her pussy began milking my cock until I was compelled to empty my load against her cervix. I fell asleep so deeply there was little difference between

Jhasmine’s trance state and my hard slumber.

Jade cried louder than Jody, so it was easy to tell which baby needed attention. I got up and changed Jody’s diaper. She calmed down, but she showed signs she wanted to nurse. I carried her to Jhasmine and put her on my wife’s breast. The infant nursed happily. Jade started making her displeasure known with the state of her world, so I went to care for my eldest daughter. I changed her and held her, rocking her to soothe her. She was hungry too, so I carried her to the bedroom and put her on Jhasmine’s other breast. I was overwhelmed by the sexuality of the scene before me. My wife was nourishing the life we created inside her body with milk produced by her body. I understood why early humans believed all deities must be female because only a woman can bring forth new life.

I smiled watching my wife and daughters.

Jhasmine giggled and said, “I’ll bet you didn’t think you’d be turning your sex goddess into a milk cow.”

I said, “What I’m looking at is my sex goddess and my lovely daughters. There is something terribly sexy about the way you brought our babies to life inside your body and nurture them with milk produced within your body. It makes me want to fuck you again and again for as long as my body will work.”

Jhasmine said, “I hate to say this, but I really need some help. I’m not a whiz at housework, although I’m a pretty good cook. I still worry I’m not going to be able to keep your balls drained well enough that your eyes don’t wander. After our experience with Jonnie, I trust you more, but I still think the one husband, two wives, idea is the best solution to both of the problems we talk about, and the problem we never mention.

“I’d like to hire a twelve-year-old babysitter and see what develops, but we could waste a lot of time, and when she’s fourteen and you feel like she’s mature enough, there’d be no guarantee she’d be the right girl or even want to be the right girl.

“I have two girls who are my age in mind, but both of them are long shots. Lynn is a girl I went to school with. She is different. Her face is not pretty, but she isn’t ugly either. She has a killer figure from the waist down, but she has mosquito bite tits. That is a deal breaker for a lot of guys, but knowing you, she might really get you going.

“The other girl is my cousin Tracy. Her figure is so hot, you’ll want to throw her down and do her on the ground in the parking lot. She’s prettier than I am, so I might be a jealous bitch if we do pick her.

“The whole issue is whether you get their panties damp and whether being your sex goddess and the mother of your children is their dream of a perfect life. The only thing we can do is meet them and see what they have to say. I talk about us picking one of the girls, but really it is going to be whether one of the girls picks us.”

Jhasmine decided that instead of going down to Manila and meeting the girls there, we should invite them up to visit us at our cottage.

My wife explained that we would have the girl visiting stay in the guest room but leave the master bedroom door open so she can hear us fucking.

She said, “If she comes to join us in bed, she might be a good candidate. If she is a good person, she will offer to help with the babies. If she is good with them, she might be a good candidate. If she starts talking about how much she wants babies of her own, she might be a great candidate. Of course, if she tells me she wants you to bang her like a drum, we’ll have to find out if you want to be the drummer. I hope at least one of them is bi. It would work a lot better if we could take care of each other if you happen to be out of commission for some reason.”

Jhasmine called her cousin and offered her a free bus ticket.

Tracy said, “Are you having trouble taking care of your husband already? I thought you were such a slut none of the guys could keep up with you, which is why you started doing girls too.”

Jhasmine said, “I can take care of everything he needs as well as all his wildest dreams, but I’m nursing two babies, so I never get enough sleep. Georgie helps all the time, but I’m afraid if he gets worn out, he’ll get sick and then he won’t do me any good.

“He’s hell on wheels in bed, so if you want a little, I’m a good cousin, and I’ll share. Come up and see if he trips your trigger. Play with my babies and help me take care of the house. See if you’d like sharing a husband with me and raising some pretty babies for the rest of your life.”

Tracy said, “Do I have to get pregnant right away?”

Jhasmine answered, “It’s not required. If you are likely to have a weak moment, you better get to the doctor before you come up here. He is potent as hell, and if you are fertile, he WILL knock you up. I’d suggest a teen size IUD because it works the first day and it’s really unlikely to fail.”

We cleaned up the house as best we could so it wouldn’t look like we invited Tracy just to be a housekeeper. On the appointed day I drove Jhasmine to the nearest bus depot to meet her cousin. I recognized Tracy right away. Jhasmine didn’t lie about Tracy’s sex appeal. With Jhasmine, love led to lust. With Tracy, lust was instantaneous and nearly overwhelming. It was all I could do not to rip her clothes off and throw her down on the parking lot pavement to ravish her delicious body for eternity.

I kept a hold on myself, which though tenuous, let me behave in a socially acceptable manner. I grabbed Tracy’s bags and put them in the back of my SUV. Jhasmine told Tracy to sit in the front seat. I was the only one old enough to have a driver’s license. Jhasmine sat in the second row. As soon as we were out of town Jhasmine scooted her seat all the way forward and leaned up between her cousin and me.

My wife said, “I can smell you, Tracy. Does that mean you reacted to my husband exactly like I did the first time I saw him? Are you thinking of how pitiful the men you’ve allowed to get your clothes off were when it came to satisfying you? Are you already feeling in your womb that George is the man you’ve been waiting for, and that you can’t wait for us to get to the house so you can finally feel what sex is supposed to be like and for the first time be completely satisfied?”

Tracy whispered, “Yes. There’s power in both of you, and while I’m not thrilled about sharing a man, I think this is where I need to be.”

Jhasmine said, “Georgie dear, I smell the pheromones pouring off you too. You have as big a boner now as you get for me when I wear my school uniform for you. I infer that Tracy would be an acceptable mate and mother of your children. You need to take the little slut to bed as soon as we get home. I’m counting on you to confirm my opinion of you by rocking my cousin’s world until she knows in her cunt that she belongs to you every bit as much as I do.”

Tracy said, “I’m right here bitch!”

I said, “Sometimes the eyes tell the brain something without enough information. If the brain doesn’t say, ‘Hey, wait a minute, we need to know more before we can make a good decision and one that will last over the long run,” things could work out great, or be a total shit show.”

Jhasmine said, “You need to fuck Tracy to find out if she belongs in our family. Of course, I have to go down on her and she has to eat me so we know if all three of us are good together.

“You are bi, aren’t you dear cousin?”

Tracy said, “I guess we’ll find out after I’ve worn your husband out.”

We got to the estate, and I pushed the button on the remote to open the gate. I parked in the garage, and we practically ran inside the house, shedding clothes as we went. Tracy was like a goddess of sex personified, but I didn’t see the same thing Jhasmine did. To me, the girls were equally beautiful. I knew I would never want one girl more than the other based only on appearance.

I knew that I didn’t know Tracy, but I hoped she didn’t have major character disorders the way Jonnie did. Of course, I wasn’t thinking about morality or ethics at that moment. I was just feeling overwhelmed by female pheromones and the most powerful compulsion to mate I’d ever experienced.

Tracy said, “I know you are used to doing a lot of foreplay to get Jhasmine desperately horny so you can take her all the way to crazy. I’m ready for you NOW, so nail me to the bed and fuck my brains out. Don’t waste another second, get that big, hard cock all the way inside me and rail me as hard as you can. I know you’ve done girls hard before, but I am also sure you always held back because you were afraid you’d hurt a girl if you screwed her as hard as you really wanted to. With me, you’ll never have to worry. Give it to me as hard as feels good to you and I’ll love it and beg for more.”

I knew I probably wouldn’t last too long with Tracy throwing out that kind of challenge. I was still careful to make sure the head of my dick was well lubricated with her vaginal secretions before I thrust my cock full depth in a single stroke. Tracy was tight, hot, and wet, just like Jhasmine.

Tracy sighed, “Yes daddy, that’s what your little girl needs!”

I realized Tracy had been shortchanged by men in her life, and she was using sexy talk to try to make me shoot off before I could bring her to orgasm. I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to fail, but I was sure she wanted me to cum in just a few minutes. I decided she wanted me to fail before she felt any attachment. I wanted to make her know I was not one of the losers from her past.

That sounds dumb when you are talking about a fourteen-year-old, but in a culture with twelve as the age of consent, it might not be as strange as a westerner might think for a girl to have some history.

I turned off the sexy talk processing part of my brain and concentrated on an enlarged pore on Tracy’s forehead. I turned up my intensity about one click above what I’d usually give my wife, when she wants to get banged hard.

Tracy moaned, “I love a man who takes me at my word. I’m not going to do a bunch of psych stuff to see if you can go harder. Just do me at least this hard and keep doing it for as long as you can.”

I put my body on auto pilot and did everything I could to give Tracy the best fuck she’d ever had. I was happy when she didn’t try to kill her own orgasms. She let me get her to the top of each orgasmic peak and then she crooned all the way down the mountain. I wanted to let go very badly, but I decided me not to be selfish and give her just as many orgasms as I usually gave my wife.

Tracy got louder as I fucked her longer. I felt her orgasms getting stronger as she quaked under me.

Tracy whimpered, “That’s it daddy. Make your daughter cum. Make your little girl into your hot, little slut.”

When my arms were starting to burn from the effort of holding my body weight off of her, I let go and spunked her cunt.

Tracy moaned, “Oh daddy, your cum is so hot. It feels so good shooting against the deep end of my tunnel. Fill me up daddy. Sperm me. Pump my womb full of your cream. It’s so hot to know what it will feel like when you spunk against my cervix and knock me up.”

Tracy came hard and collapsed on the bed. I eased myself down next to her.

Jhasmine moved next to Tracy and spread her legs wide. My wife buried her face in her cousin’s snatch and began lapping up my cream as it leaked from Tracy’s spasming cunt. Jhasmine made Tracy cum really quickly, but as soon as her orgasm died down, Tracy shouted, “Stop that shit, Jhasmine. I’m not fucking anybody who doesn’t have a dick. This lesbian shit is too weird for me. Georgie gets me off really good, but it isn’t enough to make me willing to go down on a girl or let a girl eat me out.”

I said, “A girl who isn’t willing to help out her sister wife when needed isn’t going to be able to give us the help we need. While you are a hot fuck, Tracy, I can’t modify the list of our requirements just to make my eyes and my prick happy.”

We sent Tracy back to Valenzuela the next day.

When we got back to our cottage from the bus depot, Jhasmine called Lynn.

Jhasmine: “Lynn, this is Jhasmine. I’ve got something important I want to talk over with you.”

Lynn: “Jhasmine, I figured you had totally forgotten about me.”

Jhasmine: “Nope babes. I’m married, I have two babies, and I need some help. One of the most important things I need help with is taking care of my husband when I’m too tired to do it myself. The major questions here are, ‘Did you ever want to do me?’ and ‘Are you curious how it would feel to have a mature man, who knows what he’s doing, fuck your little brains out?’ If you’d like to find out what it’s like when a man’s so good, he drives you out of your mind, then come visit us and see if he can do you the same way he fucks me, so you feel like you’ve gone insane.”

Lynn: “So you want a bi nanny and house helper to be a sex slave for both you and your husband?”

Jhasmine: “That’s one way to look at it.”

Lynn: “I didn’t mean that’s a bad thing. I’d definitely like to roll around with a man who was more interested in how well I fuck than whether I looked like I could win a beauty contest.”

Jhasmine: “He’ll adore your figure and the way you look younger than your age.”

Lynn: “Do you call him daddy when he makes you cum?”

Jhasmine: “Yes, it gives me a charge and gives me another orgasm after he’s squirted inside me. I want to have all the babies he wants to give me. How do you feel about getting bred?”

Lynn: “I don’t want to get pregnant the first time we do it, but if he gets me in bed and makes me feel the way I think he should, I’m sure it would change my mind.

“Let’s see your stud.”

Jhasmine handed me the phone.

George: “Hi Lynn. Do you have any questions for me?”

Lynn: “Hey! I like the deep voice. So, are you God’s gift to women?”

George: “I’m not the best-looking guy in the world, but I am good at figuring out what a girl needs and putting in the work to make sure she gets her cookies first. I don’t have a huge dick, but I’ll use my other parts to make a girl cum harder than she ever has before. I also like it when I can give a girl multiples. I’d rather help a girl cum than do anything else. I always ask a girl to show me what she likes, then we go from there, explore together, and find out if there are things she likes even more. Every girl has something sexy and desirable about her, even if she doesn’t know it. I am also very good at finding what that thing is and helping her realize what makes her special. I am also good at helping a girl decide what kind of woman she wants to be.”