Chapter 14: Babette and the Premature Pregnancy

According to the calendar, it was actually still winter; August was often the coldest month in the Andes. But today it was very different. A warm breeze blew out of the Tiso canyon. A wonderful Sunday began here in our valley. After breakfast, some young ladies accompanied me through the palazzo garden. Fahsai and Zarina proudly showed us how their plants and trees had developed despite the prolonged drought.

The sun was beating down early in the morning, it was sure to be a beautiful day. I had planned my free Sunday; it belonged to my dear wives, the mothers of my children. Of course, I had also invited Olivia with her son Michael for 10 o’clock. The event was planned to take place inside of the palazzo. However, the weather was terrific, almost predestined for an outdoor party.

My four children were now between one and three months old, beautiful little ones, all very healthy and also like to be loud. Olivia’s Michael, the fifth child in the group, was almost six months old.

For the first time we had put up the two large square parasols. Babette was very proud because I personally asked her for her assistance. She was happy to be able to attend the mother-child party. With her powerful lungs she inflated the plastic swimming pool, set up under the largest parasol, of course without water, in which our toddlers were soon crawling naked or screaming. All mothers should just let them go, I begged. We were always able to calm them down later. After a few minutes, our children were quiet playing with their thumbs or some toys. Bruno slept, as he often did during the day.

I was happy to serve my ladies with juices and diluted wine. There were also selected chocolates, unfortunately only with an alcoholic filling, biscuits and madalenas. Cara had just baked these fresh this morning for the mothers’ meeting. Luisa practically demonstrated the recipe to her a few days ago and the children enthusiastically ate the Spanish dessert before the football game on Monday.

The two hours until lunch were a wonderful time for me. I looked at our children with pride. Never I had thought that I would become a father one day, and now the women had given me four children of my own.

Ramona scolded her because Michael had peed on her Bruno and others, but soon calmed down. Carlos and Sergio had also leaked a bit. We probably just didn’t notice the other two. Finally, Babette hooked up a hose to a shower and gently rinsed one child after the other with the surprisingly warm water.

The mothers dried their children, wrapped each of the five boys in a bath towel and gave them some of their milk. It was fantastically beautiful how the four women caressed their children while drinking and whispered sweet words to them. Unfortunately, one of the twins always had to wait, but Babette comforted the waiting child with loving words and kisses. Olivia also fed her Michael with the bottle; her milk was no longer enough.

Cara brought the party guests onto the terrace and served grilled chicken pieces with fresh flatbread and a sumptuous salad. Babette was allowed to eat with us because the palazzo finished eating for the other girls. The younger girls wanted to walk through the garden with the little ones in prams and mother our offspring. There was even a slight argument between the young ladies as to who was allowed to take care of a small child. They were very nice, rode long laps with the children and rocked them to sleep. Only Priya was sitting in the sun with little Michael. First, he had found no rest, now he slept in the arms of the loving surrogate mother.

Five of our thirteen young girls were pregnant, maybe six. Cara’s test was scheduled for Monday. Soon the young ladies would be breastfeeding and going out too, although ‘soon’ is relative. Well, after all, Esther was already five months pregnant and Zarina was nearing the end of her fourth month of pregnancy. Zarina was happy that she carried a Jinjin according to the ultrasound scan. Her wish for a girl seemed to work. On the other hand, Esther was very proud to be able to give life to a boy, her Attila.

Ramona practiced the song ‘Moon, sun, shiny’ again with the women and girls. The women learned it quickly with the help of the girls. It sounded lovely and delicate when Esther repeated it alone. The mothers put their children to bed. I thanked the girls for their help and wished them a nice free afternoon.

Babette wanted to go to her room, but I asked her with a bright smile for a little more help. I don’t know either what special role Babette played for me, but not only her friendliness but also her diligence were burned into my thinking. It was more. She always had kind gestures for me, stroked my hair or my hands when I said goodnight, always sought my closeness. Her eyes always flashed at me with love. She was hopelessly addicted to me and I selfishly enjoyed it. She was a very special young woman. At a small discussion, Ramona toned it down as a teeny crush, but it was more. In those days the love of my life began, as I became more and more aware of her over the next few months and years. However, I was just not allowed to show it to the outside world.

When we were alone on the terrace, I whispered to her, “If you feel like it, you can help me in the basement. Hush. Secret. Make sure no one sees you. In five minutes before the cellar door, ok?” My assistant looked at me uncertainly. After only two minutes I locked the cellar door from the inside, pulled the young woman to me and kissed her passionately. “Thanks for your help, Babette. You are my Sunshine. Now I only have time for you.”

“Really?” she asked happily, beaming like the midday sun. Then she clung to me and her mouth spoke more than a thousand words. Kissing again and again, I pulled her to the secret door.

I had preheated the cinema hall. There were a few pillows and blankets ready for use. My favourite girl was soon freed from her shell. A magnificent young woman lay naked in my arms. She cooed like a baby dove with delight as I kissed and caressed her entire body. Shortly thereafter I put her on a pillow and kissed her lap. Ramona had done a good job with the girls. Babette, too, now had short-cropped pubic hair. After a few seconds I got a small load of urine. She was excited and could hardly control herself.

As I did some tongue and lip work, I pondered, ’Your crazy dude, you’re crazy, you’re not official dating.’ But I don’t know a man who pulls away from a woman who’s wide-legged in front of him. I pulled her up and we kissed almost painfully. I sat down on the two-seater centre bench, pulled her towards me. “Now you have to do it yourself.” and handed her the lube. She quickly understood what had to be done. My goal was to enjoy her tender hands on my erection. Due to an overdose, the almost liquid gel ran over my testicles onto the blanket, which luckily, I had covered the cinema bench.

Babette tried to mount me. I held out my warrior to her. It was an easy slip, and then she was tethered to me. She looked at me with big eyes. Apparently, she didn’t know what to do. I tickled her lightly, immediately feeling pleasure as my cock continued to arouse at her laughter and jerks away. As I stroked her back, she began to move. Soon, she found a rhythm that seemed to be good to her. I liked letting her experiment. She quickly got going. Nature seemed to give her signals.

I sucked two fingers of her right hand in my mouth and then released her very wet. She was unsure again, but I put her fingers where she must have stroked herself hundreds of times. With the next long kiss, she closed her eyes, surrendered to the emerging emotions more and more. Eventually I played with her rosebud without penetrating it, but I knew exactly how that could stimulate a woman since trying with Cara.

Babette was a woman. I felt it more and more. Her vagina sent the corresponding signals with an increasing muscle play. What I never expected so quickly, happened suddenly. She gasped. Little screams drew my attention to her lust. She was now riding in an unbelievable staccato, her whole body shaking. Then I heard some funny noises between laughter and pain. She was out of breath, obviously enjoying her indescribable orgasm. I laid her on her back and finished the work so I could complete our lovemaking. Her looks cheered me on and again those inhuman sounds started. Her vagina tightened around my erection. It was an incredible feeling when I filled her body with the greatest pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her pretty face flushed, her body slowly started to relax. My kisses and caresses were fiercely returned. Heaven, paradise!

Gradually my body also relaxed, the heartbeat calmed down. I lay over her, leaning on my forearms. She just felt the need to kiss me lovingly. She kept whispering how beautiful it was. Then she kissed me several times, always shouting “thank you” in between. “You are my love, my darling, forever and ever.” I didn’t want to sober her up this time. We both enjoyed being together for a few more minutes. Then I grabbed the remote and ran a three-naked women dance show that I loved the music when I was scanning some discs. Dancing stimulated us. We rocked like crazy together, even though neither of us were great dancers. Here we could do it without spectators just for ourselves.

Babette kept glancing at the television. “Man, these women, are incredibly beautiful, I can’t keep up.”

“Yes, Babette, you can keep up. I guarantee you; none of them is as nice as you. None would go to bed with me, at most for a lot of money. These women will do anything for money. They are professionally styled; the breasts have definitely been enlarged. You, on the other hand, are pure nature, you are so infinitely beautiful. No kiss could be more loving than ours.”

“You mean that sincerely, Michael, I can feel it.”

“Have I ever lied to you? I am completely serious.”

It was now a trifle for me to lead her to the next climax and the one after that. Her soul sang the song of lust. I wanted to hear, feel, and enjoy it over and over again. My love had so much power. I soon let her take the initiative. She had only one goal, to experience my second orgasm, and I came hard. Shortly thereafter she nibbled on my member. “Ms. Doctor kept telling us how important it was to get used to your partner’s semen. Our body would not defend itself against an unborn child. And I want a child from you, you know that.”

We rested on the cinema sofa, caressed each other, and watched the recorded video. When it got more obscene, I immediately turned it off, even though Babette wanted to watch with curiosity. “For adults only, my dear. You can’t watch something like that until you grow up.”

She laughed with a snort. “Oh, I’m not allowed to look at it, but do it is ok.” Now we both had to laugh.

“Of course, you’re right, but it’s too early for you. The contrived films spoil one and many have completely wrong expectations. Hasn’t it been nice so far?” Her kiss gave me a clear answer.

Gradually we should return to the life of the Paradiso. We washed in the laundry room. I almost lost my balance while getting dressed when she suddenly hugged me and kissed me fanatically. “Thanks. I can’t imagine a nicer Sunday than today.”

“It was very nice for me too, Babette, not just with you this afternoon, I had so much joy and happiness within me meeting my wives this morning. It just doesn’t get any better.”

“I mean that too. It gave me so much joy to play with the children and caress them, feeling the gratitude and joy of their mothers. My career aspirations are clear, I will one day become a kindergarten teacher.”

“That’s a smart idea, Babette. In the next year, if everything goes according to plan, we will have almost twenty small children in the valley. We need a lot of good educators.”

I cautiously peered out of the basement door. We were alone in the hall. Babette hurried upstairs into her room. Luisa greeted me with the words, “Are you actually in a relationship with Babette? You dare to do something without my consent.”

She had noticed. “Please, Luisa, she was so nice to our children this morning, she is so diligent. She had earned the afternoon as well.”

Laughing, Luisa gave me her notorious wet smack. “I’m sure you know what you’re doing and what’s right. You have my blessing. – Coffee?”

“Thank you, yes, of course.”

There was no more sun on the terrace again. Its location was an architectural blunder. Carrying a small tray, I staggered to a beach chair beautifully bathed in the afternoon sun. Two young women were having fun in the other beach chair facing the mountains. I only heard giggling and smacking. I didn’t care. I heard that they had been having fun. When my cigarette smoke drifted over, there was suddenly silence. Then I heard, “It’s Michael. Did he notice something?” Both giggled again. It was Kira and Sula who came to me looking absolutely innocent. “Can I get a kiss from my two cuties?” Her hands made me sniff out where they had been for the past hour.

“Don’t forget to wash, ladies.” Sula sniffed her hand, stopped short and they both pulled away, giggling. It was a feast for the eyes as the two super slim chocolate brown teenier pranced towards the house. They were now almost the same height; Sula was already taller than 1.65 meters, taller than all the women in the village. I looked at the beauties with interest. Their rocking of their cute buttocks while walking showed great promise for the future. Too bad for them there weren’t any boys of about the same age here in the valley. But ‘sacrificing’ myself for it wasn’t a bad option either.

In the evening there was cinema for everyone who felt like it. There was the third part of the Potter films ‘Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban’. The first two parts were very popular with the girls and Olivia, although they were in German, fortunately with English subtitles. But the mysterious and mystical drew the young women under its spell.

I spoke to Babette again personally about her desire for an early partnership. “After the partnership with Ananda and Lenya, I will propose it to the group, even if you gave up voluntarily and signed up for the next year,”

I promised her. “That would be great, Michael.” Her eyes flashed at me with gratitude. “Isn’t that unfair to the others if we already...?” Babette asked in her inimitable thinking about justice.

“No, it is not. No one puts in as much physical effort as you do. You would have earned a number of bonuses just for your work with the excavator or for the new pond. Sula will also get this bonus one day when she is a bit more womanly.”

“But she did great. Sula is already a woman and has had her menses for more than half a year.”

“We know that Babette. Soon you will learn more about our project with Sula and Daja. Ms. Liebknecht analyses her developments very intensively.”

From Monday to Wednesday I took a physical break. That was really good for me. On Thursday I met the six pregnant women at the Mums-to-Be Club, this time with Cara too, although her test was not scheduled until tomorrow. Esther had a blood test done on Monday, it was positive, although not yet a reliable statement.

The meeting was again in my bathroom, but I was careful to keep my distance from the desires of individuals to demonstrate their horniness in front of the group. Priya and Cara won a quiz game by the five ladies who would have liked to spend the night in my bed. It was wonderful. While Priya felt pangs of conscience when Cara kissed her deeply repeatedly, I assured her Olivia would never know. How she then understood to lead Cara from one climax to the next with her tongue and lip play had my highest respect. I enjoyed how the two women caressed each other tenderly in my presence. My hands also felt wonderfully warm skin everywhere, alternately stimulating the breasts or buttocks of one of the young ladies, it was wonderful. Both received from me the desired dessert. Our time together flew by. I held two sleeping beauties in my arms left and right while I once again thought about my privileged life. My life was simply indescribably beautiful.

Although neither Ananda nor Lenya were fourteen years old, means they did not yet fulfil the agreed and, from my point of view, valid legal conditions here in our high valley in the Andes, many conversations and comments have revolved around the upcoming partnerships in the last few days. There had been comments or innuendos at almost every meal. People kept asking when Ananda’s upcoming birthday would be or when Lenya would have her 14th birthday and whether they really had to wait that long.

At first, I took it all stoically, even laughing back. It would certainly be good for an old man like me to be able to live a few weeks of sexual abstinence, to rest and prepare for what is to come, but a few days later Ramona, Esther and Babette appeared after dinner, presented full of lust and happiness about Cara’s positive pregnancy test. Babette handed me the necklace with my dedicated pendant for the newly pregnant. Babette had been very creative, inserting a tiny gold wire between the chain and the gold pendant so that the engraving could be read at all times.

While I was putting the necklace on Cara, Babette gave us all a thoughtful lecture. “Each of the heart pendants is now called ‘Paradiso pendant’ or just ‘Paradiso’. After each birth I will add the name of the child. It will bring you eternal happiness and prosperity as long as you are close with your offspring. Should we ever be scattered around the world, the Paradiso pendant will remind you of this beautiful place and the time we shared together.” Everyone clapped, first astonished, then euphorically, in full agreement with Babette’s suggestion.

Full of pride with her Paradiso necklace around her neck, Cara cheered and danced, kissed and hugged everyone, but especially Luisa and me. She was almost unstoppable in her exuberance. What had we done to the girls? Sometimes I doubted our upbringing and our way of living together. Had we manipulated the girls, taken away their freedom of choice? Was I a horny buck just out to mate and initiate love to every girl and woman in the valley, create a harem-like lifestyle?

Of course, holding so many young women in your arms and physically possessing them was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Was I simply the only beneficiary of our isolation? In the moment of happiness and joy I had a bad feeling, felt somehow guilty about the seduction of the almost children. I wanted to discuss that with my dear wives Ramona and Luisa in the evening. Nothing came of it; on the contrary, it got even worse.

Zarina and Esther stepped forward, begging for silence, and suggesting that the partnership with Babette be preferred until Ananda and Lenya would turn fourteen next month. Babette would be the physically most mature and strongest woman of all thirteen girls; she would be endlessly fond of children. “Although our Romanian friend committed to not applying for the partnership until next year, we believe it is her turn now and she is ready to father a child. Look at her breasts, the biggest breasts in the valley. Your child will once have more than enough milk.” It all sounded somewhat childish, but it was meant in all seriousness.

There was some laughter, but everyone looked at me curiously. That came as a surprise to me. “No, I have to refuse. Agreed is agreed. We stick to the set order, Ananda and Lenya can be next if they want to. After that we can still talk about Babette’s wish, but only later, maybe in October.” I saw anger, almost horror in the eyes of Ramona and Esther; they shook their heads in disbelief. What was going on? Did I do something wrong?

Then I found out in my study. It should remain a secret from everyone else. Babette was already pregnant and was supposed to tell me before Esther proposed the partnership this night. Our repair operation on the water valve in the upper valley was not only a violation of all our principles; it had also been far too successful.

Babette apologized to us. “Excuse me, I thought you told Michael. I didn’t dare, I was ashamed.” She pulled the test out of her pants and handed it to me. At first, I was speechless, finally I jumped up and pulled my dear Babette to my heart. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just cause for rejoicing. Babette, you are a miracle. I congratulate you. It was true that what we had done was wrong, we simply forgot ourselves because of the success we had achieved, but it can no longer be changed. Babette, we’ll fix that, I accept your partnership request. It might not sound so good with Ramona and Esther around, but I love you, Babette. You are very special to me. Give me a kiss.” It hardly wanted to end.

I surreptitiously looked at our doctor and her assistant. They had understood the special meaning of my words, waved, and nodded at me, gave me their thumbs in approval. They knew I loved them too, at least as far as I could. We agreed not to disclose the unexpected pregnancy. That should only happen after the conclusion of our two weeks of love. I just had to find a suitable time to officially announce the partnership.

Spring was imminent in the valley and, according to the villagers, was used for planting and sowing because it regularly rained for a short time almost every evening. It was the same on Thursday and Friday. At Mayari’s suggestion, we declared Saturday as Arbour Day. In the past few weeks, the girls had dug up a large number of young trees on the mountain slopes and collected them in pots or baskets. If we now planted the seedlings and small trees with some humus in the right places, they would certainly take root well and develop splendidly in the future.

We had also received grafted apple tree seedlings from the village. Mayari had mastered mating and also bark plugging. She would grow or propagate our fruit trees in the future and ensure a good harvest. The four women employed in the village planted ten apple trees and one species of tree in the palazzo garden, which should produce a kind of plum. The girls also wanted to try whether they had better luck than the farmers with three apricot trees. In the village they seldom had fruit, and when they did, very little. No apricots ripened. The parrots harvested everything; Carmen told me.

The other ten of us took care of the planned trees for a better climate and hopefully less drying of the valley in winter. But I didn’t want to put the planned eucalyptus avenue too close to the street. The road was dead straight for almost a mile and a half and was very well paved. In my opinion, small planes could land here one day if there were no trees endangering their wings. But for that we first needed contact with the outside world. Of course, the road also presented a threat of attack. That’s why last November I used our forklift to place a 20-foot container in the middle of the potential runway. For this purpose, we had stacked broken wood at another point. A plane could only land if we cleared the runway beforehand.