Chapter 8: Mayari

Sunday started contemplatively. The later breakfast, all my loved ones around me, the sun was shining, my mood was almost at its zenith again. I don’t want to write always about happiness, but what else should you call it, what befell me here. Our life was just beautiful.

At the football ground, several girls were lying and sunbathing. Someone strummed on a guitar. Knitting or playing was done on the terrace. In peace and quiet, I got a beer, sat down in the sun, and enjoyed the wonderful distant view. My first puff on the cigarette was disturbed by a powerful bang. The earth around us trembled slightly. Was there an earthquake on the way? Everyone looked at me uncertainly. I commanded everybody from the terrace to the open place. In the event of an earthquake, I was not sure if the roof structure of the terrace, made of wood, would be durable, secure. Safe was safe.

Again, Babette had been the first to discover it. She was standing at the gate, pointing to a steaming cone in the distance. With my binoculars I could see how a powerful brown, somewhat pulsating ray danced in the upper valley, maybe a volcanic mud eruption? We waited about an hour to see if quakes followed, but it remained quiet. Babette and I rode up in the valley by BMX. Sula stayed in the camp as she was not well today.

Dynamically we climbed up the steep slope. It was probably still a kilometre to walk to the mud column. Most of the animals in the upper valley were strangely silent, but some were rushing back and forth restlessly. The closer we got, the louder the steaming hot water rattled up. In the meantime, it was no longer so muddy. At a reasonable distance we observe the spectacle of nature. Despite the distance of perhaps thirty meters, we felt great warmth radiating from the water. It had to be boiling hot. The hot water made its way into a stony depression, where it dammed up. Babette wanted to feel the temperature with her hand, but I held her back. It was probably still more than sixty degrees, so there was a risk of burns. In addition, it stank like rotten eggs and smelled of sulphur.

With the camera I took a few photos and several small video clips for those interested in the eruption. Babette took the opportunity of a break and took two kisses, which she had more than earned by her tireless work. Babette was my sunshine. My father would have said: “You don’t let somebody like such a wonderful lady go, you marry somebody like that. Beauty passes, love and diligence remain.”

Babette was very beautiful in her own way, only a little out of proportion at the moment. That’s why she always looked a little unsettled. With my index finger I painted her curved eyebrows. “You are so beautiful, Babette, and so lovely at that. I like you very much.” She almost knocked me over as she threw herself at me. “Are you serious, Michael? I don’t feel at all comfortable as I am.”

“You are beautiful. In two, three years, all proportions will be restored. All the men of the valley will gather around you.”

“This is evil. There is only you. You’re mocking me.”

“No, Babette. I firmly expect that one day more people will live here, and each of us will be able to decide whether he wants to go home or stay with us?”

“And you? What would you do?” Babette asked.

“I’ll stay here. The valley and all the buildings belong to me by contract. The main reason, however, is that I have never felt so good in my life. Every day I have an incredible amount of joy, hardly any worries. I love our life here.”

“Me too. It’s wonderful with you.”

“Just with me?”

“No, you’re right, with everyone here it’s wonderful. But you know how much I love you.” There was a third, really intimate kiss.

“Babette, please. We have to keep in mind that all girls and women are equally loved by me.”

“I know, but no one sees us here.” Smiling, she smacked me on the cheek. Then we went towards the waterfall to our bikes. Before our descent, I stopped again, pulled dear Babette with her back to my chest and held her very tightly. “Isn’t that colossal? I am so impressed with what nature can do.” Babette nodded at first, then she said the words: “But this also scares me. Once this starts under a house or a group of people, there is no salvation.”

The water flow was still strong; the thunder of the eruption was incredibly loud. Babette was right. One should not be directly affected by such an outbreak. Violating my intentions again, with the impressive spectacle of nature, as if by itself, my mouth caressed her ear and her throat. At first, she enjoyed the tenderness, then she turned with lightning speed and wanted more. “Too bad, Babette. I had just forgotten myself because I wanted to enjoy nature. Please don’t ruin the moment.”

At home, everyone wanted to see the small videos. Priya paired the camera to the TV. No one had ever seen anything so impressive. Only here, while playing, I noticed the huge volume that accompanied the eruption. Luisa then informed us that this was a good sign. There would often be such or similar outbreaks, which usually lasted only five to ten days. These eruptions would be good, after that there would be no earthquakes for a longer time.

Again, I noticed an inquiring look from Mayari. I’m sure she was expecting a signal from me. While the others were looking at more photos, she followed my signal to the terrace. “Are you angry with me, Mayari? I wasn’t so nice yesterday.”

“No, that was okay. But I’m full of expectation, and so excited.”

“Me too, Mayari, me too. But it’s not a game, it is real life, and it’s probably too early for you.”

She nodded. “Yes, it’s a big responsibility for you. But I was also so looking forward to it. It’s so nice that you’re talking to me again.” I pulled her to me, hugged her, she feels so good. Luisa had recently made me aware that Mayari had now overtaken her in size as well. The Brazilian was slender, not a reserve cushion of fat at any point. Her bosom, too, was very youthful. I had seen it in the past with many football players that most of them still looked very smooth in their jerseys. Ramona said that many eighteen-year-olds have no more than Mayari. She would be fully in the norm, although she didn’t need any bra with cups, maybe a very small sports bra.

“If you want, you can ask me the next few days, Mayari.” I gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“May I ... today ... Right?”

“You may, my dear.” She was in my arms as she has been twice before. Her way of hugging was special, kind of very physical. It wasn’t her arms that pulled me to her. It was as if her body was trying to be one with me. She barely wanted to let go, and honestly, I enjoyed the touch of her youthful body.

In the evening, of course, she had the necessary self-confidence, which she also radiated otherwise and especially as the physical education teacher. “Hey, guys. Please listen to me. Maybe you saw it just before noon that I was talking to Michael on the terrace. We agreed. The next two weeks would be ours. But I want to make an official request now.”

“You don’t need to, Mayari. Come to me. I was a little angry with you yesterday. I would love to have you as my next partner.”

Everyone cheered. I gently breathed a kiss on her particularly full lips. The new partnership was completed. I looked at Zarina and Esther for a moment. They both cheered. It seemed to continue to run smoothly.

We then cuddled something on my favourite place between the evergreen bushes and trees almost opposite the Casa. Mayari pushed even harder against me when she felt my excitement. “May I touch it for once?” She left her hand in my most intimate place. “Uff, that’s what you spear me with?”

She looked at me uncertainly. “Don’t worry, Mayari. It just seems so thick through the jeans.”

Hand in hand we walked back to the Palazzo. We withstood the prying eyes. She steered me to my bedroom door. Mayari wanted it, as soon as possible. To be honest, I was actually quite happy with that. Her kisses had really put me in heat. Without any foreplay, she tried to unite with me on the bed. I just sat down on my pillow and let her do what she wanted but without real success. Supported by my fingers moistened with saliva and guiding my limb, she managed to get the first centimetre. Astonished, she looked at me; she had not expected such a strong resistance of her body opening. But she struggled on. Soon her velvet sheath enveloped my aroused one. She was a real fighter.

Now she started movement. Of course, I decided to stick to myself. She was sitting on top of me, me leaning at the head end. So, we could kiss each other continuously while she was trying to get the desired gift. From time to time, she moved erratically, which, to her happiness, somewhat distracted me when she had to reunite. Sweating and out of breath, she finally enjoyed her first victory, my seed pouring in her. She had been a virgin so far in matters of love, but nature had shown her the right way.

We enjoyed the intimate get-together. She looked at me inquiringly as she began to move cautiously again. My lips destroyed her concerns. It was a beautiful time of united happiness. Her struggle to reach her first climax with me was in full swing. And she demonstrated strength and endurance, and she came with crying, screaming, biting my shoulder, she just let out her feelings, her voluptuousness, and that was very good for me too.

Mayari also relaxed with a shared bath. She seemed very pleased. Accompanied by my bathrobe, she had to get her toiletries, especially the toothbrush. There was an immediate commotion upstairs. All the girls seemed to rush in on Mayari. My voice boomed through the house, “It’s night rest, ladies, and now.” Some chuckled with suppressed laughter. They had fun and joy. Finally, there was peace and Mayari was lying next to me. We wished each other a good night.

Mayari had been heavenly, but tomorrow I wanted to help her to feel more. Before I could think about it, I was asleep.

This Monday was a normal school day. Ramona was also able to lead the English lessons again. Lenya raced ahead in mathematics, and everyone followed her. It was impressive how the girls now mastered the percentage calculation, mastered the theorem of intersecting lines and independently performed almost all the calculations on triangles. If we kept the pace like this, I would have to look for new material areas in some encyclopaedias or other reference books. By Christmas at the latest, Lenya had nothing new to teach.

Unfortunately, my memories of physics and physical problems were also too small for Lenya to be able to calculate enough self-made material tasks here. We didn’t even have printed tables at our disposal, no collection of formulas or systematic topic overviews.

Finally, as a gimmick, I assembled a Sudoku, switched the numbers among themselves and left fewer and fewer numbers visible in order to achieve higher difficulties. Perhaps this served the further logic training of our students but would certainly only help for a short time. I still had no idea that we would soon have Sudoku competitions and monthly championships.

What we needed were systematic textbooks. Why didn’t Olivia have any schoolbooks?

At the Casa, I first stroked little Michael. He was now five weeks old. It was so amazing how such a small something developed more and more to a child.

When I asked Olivia several times about her school textbooks, she suddenly began to cry. After all, she confessed to me that she could never attend any school. Even from the mountain village it was too far to a school, but from the valley it was then impossible. She never wanted to admit that to me. That’s why she was sad now when I repeatedly asked about it.

Alejandra had taught her the letters and numbers. Then the little Peruvian had sought help from construction workers, Carmen sacrificed two afternoons a week for her. This is how Olivia learned to write Spanish. She taught herself arithmetic with the help of Miguel and Luisa’s mother Djamila. Olivia didn’t want to believe how much I admired her for it, but I was completely serious. What she could do and how she had taught herself English was just to be respected very highly. I agreed with her grandmother that Olivia should attend all lessons at the Palazzo as soon as possible. Her dear grandmother gladly took over the care of Michael when school was in progress.

Olivia was a little afraid that the other students would laugh at her because she had so many deficits, but I was sure that this would lead to much help and support. She had already participated in some hours but was almost always silent.

After dinner today I sent Babette with me to the village so that Mayari was free. Sula had eaten very little today. She was sick like Ramona last week. Esther was assigned to the mothering of Sula. Our dear Hungarian was happy to take on such tasks, but she picked up an intense kiss from me. “After all, I’m the first girl to bear you a child. And I’m proud of that.” Our hug and the second love kiss showed everyone how great we loved each other since the partnership.

Fortunately, nature had had an insight. The night temperatures fell at the time only to twelve degrees centigrade as the lowest, during the day it was almost always 20 degrees or even a little above.

I had a lot of plans with Mayari. First, she should tell me in detail about her feelings from yesterday, clearly say what had not been so good and what she liked best. It was hard for her to talk about it, but I didn’t let up. Finally, I went with her to a beach chair, turned it into the warming sun and waited for Mayari’s confessions. For every good piece of information, she got a kiss.

“Why are you doing this to me? That’s not fun to talk about. I’d rather keep practicing it.”

“You women should all learn to talk about your feelings and about sex from the very beginning. One should not endure it, if certain things did not please you. This is a big problem in many partnerships that you don’t say what you like and what you don’t like at all.” Around three, Mayari remembered that it was Monday, that is, a football training was scheduled in thirty minutes. She begged me to cancel it, but I did not allow that. Our planning must be adhered to; this is one of our most important rules.

Shortly before half past four I stood with Mayari in sportswear on the court. We had lashed the goal nets and marked the boundary lines a bit. Mayari looked at me a little uncertainly from time to time. None of the girls came to the appointed beginning. I called the village by radio. Babette finally confirmed to me that they would hurry. No one in the house was prepared for football. Did everyone think it would be out this week? Finally, I invited Olivia, who wanted to join us for the first time after her birth. It was almost 4 when the thirteen, Olivia and I were ready to play. Even Sula wanted to overcome her illness with sports. We again played a small tournament with three teams of five players each. Kira whispered to me that Mayari had cancelled the training in the morning because she wanted to ‘indulge in love’. I had to urgently clarify this with my current partner; I didn’t like such a thing at all.

But first something pleasant, it has been more and more fun for a few weeks to watch the girls play football. It was run free, played, and combined with variants towards the goal, great.

In the nine-metre kicking game today, Babette wanted to be a goalkeeper. With excessive ambition, she threw herself after each ball and was able to repel exactly ten shots. In fact, she was the winner. There was a hard struggle between Mayari and Zarina for the victory. Mayari tricked our goalkeeper and shot into the other corner. Zarina, on the other hand, fired extremely hard at the goal again. Babette parried with one hand, the ball jumped into her face, but it did not go into the goal. Unfortunately, her nose began to bleed, but Esther immediately took care of it. My praise for Babette as the best football goalkeeper in the world, she then accepted again with a smile.

After dinner, it was important to me to be the over-strict team leader. Mayari had to explain in front of everyone why she had cancelled the scheduled football match today. After a bit of helpless stammering and a tortured apology, I said once again clearly and clearly, “First of all, the duties have to be completed. Without everyone’s cooperation and adherence to our plans, we can forget about mastering life once we have ten or even more children. Mayari, please note this. Today I have no more time for you.” My tone was appropriate harsh.

It was absolutely silent. No one objected. Ramona looked at me in amazement, but it was absolutely important to me. Later, our doctor asked me if there were any problems in our partnership. “No, not at all, it’s been going great so far. But we should fight such indiscipline and any form of self-interest without any consideration. We can only do everything as a team.”

Mayari sulked and looked downcast, although she was mostly a cheerful nature. When she wanted to talk to me, I didn’t have time for her. Now she was shocked. When she answered a little louder, Zarina and Isabella took her aside. Later I saw the three of them talking to Esther and Lenya in the anteroom. I would have liked to listen to the discussion, but curiosity is not always helpful. Later my partner came to me with Esther and Zarina. This time Mayari apologized with an honest heart, I noticed that immediately. Obviously, everyone had made it clear to her that she had to fulfil her duties first and what the consequences might otherwise be for everyone.

Of course, I accepted the apology, pressed it briefly and said, “That’s O.K., Mayari. Tomorrow is a new day. We should forget everything.” My three visitors nodded, smiling. Mayari wanted to stay, but I told her again clearly, “Mayari, tomooorrooow.” She left the office looking disappointed.

Tuesday and Thursday were the most important working days for all the girls. Today was a wonderful sunny day; there was even a pleasantly warm breeze. Sula had to continue to stay in bed. Playing football yesterday didn’t help her. She still had a slight fever, was not available to me as an assistant. On the other hand, the colds had subsided for the others.

Babette drew my attention to the fact that the water column in the distance was no longer so high. Together with Babette, Priya, and Mayari, I set off with the four BMX bikes to investigate the hot fountain. I knew that there were small bathing establishments in Peru at hot springs. I had in mind to possibly create a kind of basin in a depression and add warm water. Priya was given the order to pack four larger towels for eventual use; we should already be able to bathe. Babette had two shovels tied to the bike; I had a pickaxe and a spade. Mayari packed some provisions with Cara and loaded a container of canned lemonade into a backpack. I informed Ramona and Luisa of my plan that we might be busy until late afternoon.

When we arrived at the eruption site, I noticed that the volume of the eruption had also decreased. The depression, where the water had gathered yesterday, had overflowed in several directions. I carefully measured the temperature in the large lake with warm water. It was around 40° C in most places; only at the inflow it was hotter. We chopped and shovelled for the water an additional path into a nearby smaller depression. Babette and Mayari had to pick up the stones and woody plants and level the ground. We chopped off a few chunks of stone where you could bump into each other. Finally, two girls shovelled a lot of fine gravel, which was close to the slope, into the prepared basin. It was now running pleasantly over the ground. Already before noon, the first water seeped into the large bathtub we created. We deepened the inflow. When the warm water was about knee-high in the middle of our future bathing lake, I undressed and lay down in the water.

At first, the girls looked slightly frightened at the unexpected, but immediately followed me. We had a lot of fun. I put my head on a hollow on the edge, enjoyed the wonderfully warm water and the sun’s rays on my face. Then I asked Babette to try the radio. So, the girls in the village, in the palazzo and in the garden learned that we had created a small swimming lake with wonderfully warm water. We invited everyone to come to us with a towel. “Bathing suits are undesirable.” Babette added, in her inimitable manner, spitefully. With the exception of Sula and Ananda, all of them appeared after a little more than an hour, despite the more than six kilometres walk. Only two had stayed at home, Ananda had her period, Sula still had a fever. The four of us who first arrived worked a little on the inflow and also created a narrow drain so that new warm water could always flow in.

Amazed, the girls arriving at intervals looked at our nudity. Most girls had never seen me naked before, but the curious glances were quickly over. Everyone enjoyed the warm bath. The weather, the beautiful nature around us, the nakedness of the beautiful creatures around me, we were in the Garden of Eden. I was dreaming again in my mind. The icy high mountains were so gigantic. A spa stay was nothing against it. Somehow, I fell asleep.

Later I heard two loud shouts. “Come back. Not.”

“Don’t do that, Kira.” Despite my explicit prohibition, Kira tried to climb into the hotter lake, albeit cautiously, but definitely. In no time I was with her. Seriously, I asked her if she wanted to go home alone right away. Startled, she shook her head.

“I just wanted to...”

“I know, once again you just wanted to indicate what you dared to do despite my ban.” Lowering her head, she went back to the others. Kira still had too great a need for validity. But I again cautioned everyone that in some places the water was too hot and someone could get severe burns.

Nevertheless, it was a glorious afternoon. There was singing, a lot of laughter, but the best was the pleasantly warm water. The sun was no longer shining continuously. Small groups of clouds prevented sunburn. Again, and again my dear children came by individually or in pairs. They were so satisfied and really wanted to tell me of their feelings.

On the way back we saw, from a distance, wild llamas at our bathing place, drinking from the water. I hope they didn’t contaminate our bath basin.

Cara and Daja moaned a little about the long way back. Yes, the road was long. Everyone had to decide for himself whether he would take the burden on himself again or not. Before we four explorers got on our bikes at the waterfall, I announced: “On Thursday after lunch you can use the lake again. Hopefully, the weather will play along. I know it’s a long way off. Tomorrow after school, however, you will have time to prepare the route to the waterfall for all bicycles. Come up with something.”

The girls had reacted immediately and marked a slope on the way back and cleared some branches and stones aside. Babette proudly told me that ten girls had volunteered for tomorrow, which wanted to prepare a good route. My dear Romanian managed again and again to inspire her friends for important things. She deserved my kiss again.

After school on Wednesday, I called Mayari to me. “Are you all right again, my dear?”

She chuckled at me. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m looking forward to today, I’m really looking forward.”

“Do not rejoice too early, I have to go to the upper valley, control the eruption.”

“May I come with you? Please.”

That was exactly my plan. There was nothing to control, I believed. Mayari should surrender to me in the warm waters.

This time we dragged our bikes up. After the short effort we were quickly on the lake with the wheels. We had hidden our tools among bushes yesterday. With a shovel, Mayari threw the legacies of the llamas into nearby bushes. There was also something to fish out of the water. I deepened the drain so that the water could exchange faster. Our sink emptied quite quickly and I closed the deeper drain with stones so that our bathing lake filled up again.

Under kisses, I helped Mayari out of her clothes. Happily, she smiled at me. “Is that part of the control?” she asked scornfully.

“No, that’s part of my plan for today.” We stood alone in a beautiful valley. The animals had got used to the fountain; the birds were chirping in hundreds of languages. I thoughtfully showed my loved ones the ice-covered peaks in the distance. I felt like I was in a romantic feature film. Mayari made it clear to me with her hug, she was no longer a child. She wanted to make love with me, she wanted the highest pleasure, her eyes spoke of love and anticipation.

Before we got into the lake, I wanted to seduce my dear partner to the best of my ability. Lying on our towels, my mouth and lips gave her completely new feelings; at least that’s what I hoped. My goal was her total devotion and hottest desire. It lasted. Sometimes she pressed a stone, sometimes she had to chase away an annoying fly. Mayari did not want to pay attention to my efforts. She craved something else. I was about to give up, when suddenly her body stretched out towards me in a longing way. She suddenly enjoyed every moment. Her mouth began to whistle slightly on exhalation. Then came the first scream of pleasure. Inwardly triumphant, I did not let up. I was waiting for a “More.” or other manifestations. Finally, she shouted Portuguese words, moaned with pleasure, and pressed my face even more tightly into her lap.

Carefully I lay down over Mayari, leaning on elbows and knees. She grabbed me and flooded me with kisses. Almost as if by magic, we were united. It didn’t take long before she got what she wanted. Suddenly the tears ran down my Brazilian cheeks. “Eu estou feliz. - I am so happy.” That didn’t fit together for me, but further kisses showed me her feelings. Everyone shows their feelings a little differently.

A little reassured, I laid in my spot in the lake. The water was not as high as it was yesterday. Mayari took a turn through the water for a while, threw some disturbing stones on the shore and went under with her head. A little later, she took the opportunity and lay down on me. Her kisses soon had the effect she desired. She reunited with me. It was a unique pleasure to watch the girl half squatting, half sitting over my body. In the background, powerful araucaria, mighty rock massifs and the ice caps of the highest mountains formed a unique backdrop. Finally, I just let her go. With my eyes closed, I enjoyed her movements. Our footballer girl showed her strength and condition, but from time to time she was overcome by her feelings. It was a treat for me. When she was finally satisfied with my reaction, she slipped to me and sucked on my mouth in a craving.

“You are an artist of love, Mayari. You have made me deeply happy. Thanks.”

“I was just about to tell you how nice it was for me, as much joy and happiness as I had. Now I also know how happy you made all the other women. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Mayari with a long speech, great. After the next kiss, an emotional “I love you, Michael. You are now my one and only.” I just let that go. Any word about the future and ‘one of seventeen’ would have destroyed the spell of her emotionality.

The sun was burning. We covered our faces and shoulders with the towels. Half asleep, I heard unusual sounds. Carefully I blinked into the brightness. On the other side of the lake, two eyes peered cautiously out of a totally overgrown face. The animal was about the size of a poodle, was fully hairy and wagged its tail. A bright yellow tuft of hair somewhat concealed the anus and was constantly moved by the tail. He jumped into the shallow water, even culled himself in it, and let out throaty sounds.

Out of the thicket came a similar animal, behind it three young animals as big as our squirrels. Everyone drank from the water, probably because of the salt, otherwise there were enough springs nearby. Very carefully I woke Mayari with my fingers. Unfortunately, she was scared up and scared the animals away. Then I got up, got my camera and two flatbreads. One I threw in front of the bushes, behind which the balls of wool disappeared. Mayari looked at me inquiringly, but I pointed with my finger on her lips that she should be very quiet. After a few minutes, the strongest animal came out again, stopped several times looking around and securing itself. Then, with lightning speed, he took the bread and again disappeared into the thicket. They had to be monkeys because they could walk upright and grip well. The arms were longer than the legs, the tail curved again and again to a question mark.

I walked slowly around the lake; literally felt that the unknown animals were watching me. I crumbled the bread into small pieces and distributed them on the shore and in the water. Again, and again briefly fleeing, the two larger animals finally came out and ate on the spot. The mother animal with teats even took the pieces of bread out of the water. After all, only one cub followed curiously, then everyone was looking for bread leftovers. Mayari had filmed everything. Excited, she asked me what kind of animals they were. She didn’t know the word for monkey in English, but I explained it to her.