Chapter 12: The Wonderful Isabella

It was already the sixth of July when Isabella and Mayari came to see me. First Isabella wanted the full partnership, after a few questions from me only safe sex, finally we agreed to wait a few days or weeks. Mayari told me that Babette would like to take Isabella’s place, but I declined. “Babette has voluntarily decided to stay until next year. We’ll leave it at that.”

Isabella looked at me with her mysterious smile. She was a natural beauty. Despite her growth, her body radiated sensuality and harmony. Only her butt was a bit more developed, but that was particularly trendy thanks to the provocative pictures of Kim Kardashian’s bottom last year. I’m not really interested in stars and trends, but on my long flight to my assignment in Peru I had read three journals, all with pictures of the famous American’s supposedly oh-so-sexy butt. But something tempted me right now to put my hand on Isa’s bottom.

Smiling, I nudged her nose and pulled the girl to me. “I think I confused your senses. Do you really want sex with me?” My hand caressed her left breast and settled on her bubbling heart. We looked deep into each other’s eyes for the first time. Otherwise, Isabella was always a bit erratic, jumping from one activity to another, unable to look me straight in the eye. Today was different.

“Yes, I want to feel the ‘fire of love’ inside me. Mayari kept describing it to us, how incredibly beautiful it was for her.”

“We could try it in the next few weeks, Isabella, after all you’re fourteen years old and I haven’t kissed you yet.” Smiling, my lips touched her cheek. “Isabella, you are so beautiful, it would be an honour for me to introduce you to the world of love. But you are responsible for your own feelings. I would be happy to help you, but the outcome is uncertain.”

Nodding, she asked how to do it without insemination. “Mrs. Dr Liebknecht told us to be careful of you. Your seed would have an unstoppable power.”

“It’s possible, Isabella, there are some ways, for example, you don’t have to unite, or you can use rubber protection, also called a condom. First think about whether you are really ready to give me your body and your love.”

“Yes, I do.” She pressed her lips to mine. I played briefly with her lips, quickly parting.

“You think about it please. We still have so much time. We can also talk about it next year or even later.”

“No, I beg you, show me the ‘fire of love.”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Today Priya asked to be with me.”

“Did you f ... love all four pregnant girls that week?”

“I won’t tell you what I do with the girls when we’re alone. Everyone decides for herself whether she wants to talk or be petted or be physically together. It’s just important to me to show everyone how much I love her and how much I respect them for wanting to carry a child for us all.”

“You’re sweet, Michael. That’s how I want it one day too. We talk tomorrow?” She received a kiss on her lips in agreement.

My body really needed the rest. Already on the third day without sex I felt better than I had in a long time. Apparently, the problems of the past week and the strenuous partnerships had weighed on me too much. Babette and I helped Olivia move back to her grandma’s casa. But again, I had to be careful. After we put the youngest Peruvian’s things back where they were and little Michael fell asleep, we ate the meal Alejandra had prepared. She was overjoyed to have her granddaughter with her again. Luckily, she couldn’t understand the following words from Olivia because she spoke English. “Michael, you know how much I love you. It has now been almost six months since my Michael was born. I feel better than ever. Can’t we go up to room 13, I’d like to have a child with you?”

I looked at Olivia in disbelief. “Olivia, you were badly injured. Another child can be your death. Please don’t pressure me.”

“But I want a child from you, please.”

Babette intervened. “Olivia, I would also like to have a child, but it’s not right now. We have agreed that only eight of my girlfriends will father a child with Michael this year. Otherwise, it will just be too much for all of us and especially for our boss.”

Olivia hesitated. “Eight girls are pregnant by you, Michael? Really?”

“That’s not true. The girls made a plan. Four young women are already pregnant. Next, Isabella will be my partner. Cara is keen to partner with me after her birthday on July 31st. Ananda follows later. Lenya will be my last partner for this year. You see, the young ladies gave me a lot of work.”

Olivia thought aloud: “We now have five children in the valley, Florence is due shortly and Leonie before Christmas too. I know from Esther and Mayari that they are pregnant. They are having their child next year, yes?”

Babette explained the girls’ plan to the dear Peruvian woman in detail. “Yes, Esther and Mayari, also Zarina and Priya will have a child next year. Isabella and Cara also want to carry a child, as do Ananda and Lenya.” There was a lively exchange of ideas back and forth until Olivia emphasized again that she also wanted a child from me.

“Olivia, let me be clear: I made an agreement with our doctor that after your difficult birth and previous injuries, you must not father a child for at least a year so that your life is not in danger. It doesn’t matter how many children will be conceived this year. I will not father a child with you. You are too dear and too valuable to me. And that’s my last word, Olivia.”

She smiled at me. “You’re definitely right. We should stick to it. But, dear Michael, please put it in your calendar. Next year on May 4th or on my son’s first birthday eve, i.e., May 3rd, I will apply for a partnership with you. I love you very much. You were so nice to me when I was pregnant. You make everything work here; you are my apunchik, my lord of the mountains. Your children are our blessing. I want nothing more than a child from you.” Olivia’s ability to express her opinion in English was outstanding. We kissed. Alejandra looked worried but Olivia calmed her grandma down.

Mayari had prepared a party for the following Saturday. It was actually supposed to take place in our large hall in the basement. However, the weather allowed us to be on the terrace until nightfall, singing together and the girls playing smaller competitive games. Luisa and Cara served us wonderful grilled food; it was young goat meat, as I only found out when I asked. Of course, I wanted to know who had supplied the meat. The four girls who used to work in the Ayullu had repeatedly helped the village women of their own accord and in return received two smaller goats to grill. I later found out about her agreement with Carmen to work full time in the village two days a week. Many older women could no longer manage the workload they were used to. Of course, my main flaw, my ruler gene, came out again. “You did well, Mayari, but this needs to be agreed with me beforehand. I still cannot forgive the village for the strike.”

Mayari looked embarrassed. “Shouldn’t we...”

I cut her off. “It’s a deal, your deal. It stays like that. Mayari, actually you did everything right. Thank you.”

In no time my dear Brazilian was on my lips, lovely kissing me. I sat up fully for fun, but Mayari had continued to grow. My height of 1.85 meters was no longer a reason for her not to kiss me.

Now the rehearsed program started, as Mayari announced. After several dance routines, the four friends presented an acrobatic show with somersaults and flick-flacks. They must have been training in secret. It was terrific. Kira and Daja were particularly agile and showed their good jumping ability. Finally, they brought Babette to them. She was the most physically powerful and formed the centre of a living pyramid. Sula jumped in, climbed up and stood hands-free on Isabella’s shoulders. We were startled when the Kenyan appeared to fall forward, but she landed perfectly after a simple somersault.

Mayari and Isabella performed a Nicaraguan dance ‘The Old Man and the Old Woman’. How they handled the cloak, hat, and cane was magical. One humorous interlude followed the next, ‘The Old Man’. Mayari had to lean and sit on a chair while Isabella danced him as an ‘old lady’. Suddenly the rhythm changed, the clothes flew away and the two friends danced like mad. Of course, they didn’t refrain from dragging me onto the dance floor. When Isabella wanted to dance with me just as wildly, I took the hat, stick, and cloak and marked the ‘old man’ until I gave in to Isa’s urging and twirled her as hard as I could.

Afterwards, Isabella announced as follows: “Thank you. It’s a very nice evening tonight. Thank you, Mayari, you are my very best friend. You are all so nice to me. I’ve been fourteen since last month and I’m Michael’s next partner if he wants it too.” She looked at me questioningly.

“Keep talking, Isabella. Where do you want to go?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking back and forth for the past few days whether I’m ready to have a child or not. Today I know for sure. Michael, please give me today your promise to be my partner, to father a child with me.”

The ball was mine. “Isabella, are you really sure? Having a child is a lot of responsibility, for you and your health, and for your future child.”

“My mom was thirteen when she had me. She was smaller than me, maybe only 1.55 meters tall and always hungry. How good I am at it. Yes, I can carry my Enzo. I’m much stronger than my mom, I can do it.”

All the girls clapped. Many knew how hesitant Isabella had been. I couldn’t spoil this beautiful moment. I took her in my arms very lovingly and kissed her.

“Mind if I take my belated birthday present today?” When few uninterested answers answered, Isabella repeated her question loud and clear. More and more girls played this interplay with the others. They knew how to ask the questions in such a way that everyone could only answer ‘yes’.

“Michael, I’m sweaty. Would you please give me a bath in your hot tub?” Everyone cheered, some burst out laughing. I was happy to join in the game and led Isabella into my bathroom. I called from the door, “It’s getting late. Good night! And thank you for the nice evening.”

I devoted the next two hours to my new partner. She was so excited. She also remained unsteady in my arms. I could feel her shifting on my thighs, repositioning her head for the next kiss. “You’re a bit of a nuisance,” I told her when we were already lying next to each other in bed, but she avoided any lengthy physical contact. It shifted back and forth, guiding my hand to different places. It became increasingly clear to me that she was afraid of the most important step. Turning her back to me, I snuggled into her and whispered, “Good night, Isabella. Sleep well now. Tomorrow is another day.”

She nodded relaxed. She was perfectly fine with not being pushed. However, she noticed how much she had aroused me. Her sweet bottom was looking for more contact. She allowed my cock between her thighs and relaxed as I didn’t get more active, even though I was the most turned on I’ve been in a long time. Gradually my thoughts and urges were dampened by the sleep phase. Then I felt a pain in my manliest place. Isabella had turned to me quickly, wanting to kiss me but not considering the thing between her thighs. My cry of pain startled her. She babbled apologies over apologies, ready for anything for me at the moment.

“I’m sorry, Isabella, I have to see if my penis is still working,” I said, smiling tightly, moisturizing her already aroused love hole, laying on top of her and inserting my wet member with almost no resistance. My sweet partner looked at me with big eyes. “Is it always that easy?” she asked me in astonishment. In response, I kissed her longingly with full commitment.

I had previously controlled myself with great difficulty, but now my control was gone. “Shall we ride something into happiness, Isabella?” I asked when my body was already beginning to move. Soon she gave herself to me. A little later, my partner opposed it more and more. There were only moments left until my climax. As she felt my gift inside her, she pressed her lips to mine, making me even more breathless.

“That was nice. I didn’t expect it to be so nice,” she stammered.

“And you were so afraid of it.”