Chapter 18: Kira from Haiti

It was already November. Christmas was approaching in leaps and bounds, but this year I had no real presents to give. Where from? Everything that was usable for us, we had given out to the girls and women or used for the daily needs. We still had lots of tinned food and tool supplies, plus the finest china and unusual table decorations, but something practical or useful as a gift was no longer to be found. That’s when I remembered our gold supplies. A Chakana, an Inca-cross of gold for every woman and girl would be of eternal value. In case of any problems in the future, each would not only have a special memento, but also a ‘nest egg’. I wanted to discuss this with Babette, how we could both manage it.

I also wanted to use the next few days to further strengthen our togetherness and take time for all the girls and for my wives. So, I invited the mothers of my children and Olivia for the first Saturday in November, in the morning. For the evening, I planned a meeting with the nine pregnant fourteen-year-olds. After I invited the nine of the thirteen young ladies, there were huge protests. Four indignant children’s souls stood before me. Fahsai was the spokesperson. “Michael, please, the four of us are still here too. We also want to be alone with you for once, to talk about how we feel as the ‘little children’, how it should go on with the four of us.”

I was not prepared for this, but immediately understood how much they must feel pushed aside. With both arms I pulled the beauties to my chest. “Excuse me, you are so very right. Make me a suggestion of how you would like it.”

They looked at each other irresolutely. Then Daja, the youngest and most petite of all the girls, said, “What do you think, ladies? I would like to have a bath in Michael’s bathroom and be pampered with a few special bites.”

Fahsai laughed happily. I had expected immediate objection from her. “That’s a cool idea. I’m in.” In no time we had arranged a party for the coming Sunday after dinner. It gave me great pleasure to see how the girls warmly kissed me on the cheek, full of gratitude. I looked enraptured at the four elves prancing towards the staircase, simply heavenly, the sight of the four pubescent girls. It was clear to me that I would have a lot of fun with them.

Demonstratively, the four sat down on the stairs, telling everyone who passed by about their good fortune. Soon a bunch of girls were standing together, apparently making suggestions for the unexpected party. I was amazed at how the special feelings of the four girls moved everyone else. Soon they were all sensually aroused, full of lust for life. Chattering, they planned the special evening, laughing and joking. Who knows what they really expected from the gathering. In any case, I couldn’t let it turn into an orgy again, as had unfortunately happened at the first meeting with the pregnant teens.

On the first Thursday in November, I had planned extensive work. The larger of the two water tanks was again causing concern. A claw was hanging in the air, had been washed out at some point. Babette and Sula helped me to stabilise the tank, because it was indispensable for the continuous water supply. To do this, we had emptied it completely and lifted it with two crowbars so that Sula could push metal plates under the tank claws. Quickly the porous concrete underneath was chipped away, the formwork anchored, and we poured about half a cubic metre of concrete into the opening we had created. While I smoked a ‘cigarette of success’, Sula ran through the forest. She had seen an unknown animal and wanted to catch it. Babette compacted some more concrete, smoothed the surface, and then snuggled up to me. Her mouth greedily sought my lips, although the cigarette smoke was not so pleasant for her. Stupidly, we forgot ourselves in the process, without paying attention to Sula.

“Buddies, it doesn’t work like that. Babette has no more of the green ribbon. That’s where I want to go.” She jumped towards me and pressed herself against my other side. “Sula, yes, soon it will be your turn too. It was so nice with Babette. Like any other pregnant woman, she’ll get her cuddles every now and then for the next few weeks.” She received a peck on her forehead. But she pulled herself against me and pressed her lips to mine. Smiling, I let her have her way.

“We talked about you yesterday, Su. Babette praised you and your development very much. She didn’t just mean your size, but your human maturity. We are both very proud of you, my dear.” Our lips touched tenderly. “Thank you. That’s nice to hear, but you smell disgustingly of cigarettes.” With that, the brief flirtation was over.

We waited until the water tank was half full again. When the float had resumed its function of regulating the water level, or better, preventing the tank from overflowing, we made our way home. Babette had dug a channel with the pickaxe so that the water above the tanks would flow to the side in case of heavy rain. She still loved to work hard. She was in her twelfth week of pregnancy, but she did not complain, on the contrary, she enjoyed her increasing womanhood.

On Saturday we had two great meetings. All the people at the palace helped to spoil the five mothers in the morning. Olivia had additionally invited Florence, and that was good. The seven small children were looked after by Babette and Daja while their mothers enjoyed some pampering. Cara again did her best with baked goods. The women did not accept my offered champagne. They drank wine diluted with water, pressed by the Indio women themselves and brought by Florence as a gift.

In the afternoon I unlocked my ‘private rooms’. The ten pregnant women, Leonie I had quickly invited, were allowed to use the bathroom or the bedroom as needed. Most of them sat with me in the cosy sofas in the living room.

Ramona had fed the stereo with her favourite CD, ‘Soft Chopin’. At times we listened devoutly to the uniquely beautiful music. Many of the young women were hearing classical music for the first time in this impressive way. Some held hands. Leonie, Esther, and Zarina, who were very pregnant, seemed particularly moved. Zarina suddenly cried, presumably remembering something beautiful, but laughed as she did so and caressed her womb. Her developing baby also seemed to enjoy the music, kicking like crazy and giving us all a message of the life to come.

Ramona proposed to hold such music evenings at regular intervals for anyone interested. She had a large collection on her computer, copies of CDs by Schumann, Mozart, Vivaldi, and others and offered to give a few explanations about the music and the composer. All participants enthusiastically agreed to the offer.

We had been talking animatedly. Isabella missed the physical get-together today, but finally realised how different our interests were. However, I immediately took up one idea. As long as I was not in a partnership relationship, each of the pregnant women was allowed to spend a night with me in the bedroom, if there was time and opportunity. Isa immediately ‘booked’ me for today. In the hours that followed, she showed me how much her body craved pleasure and sex.

Cara, Lenya, Babette, and Priya created a file and signed themselves up for the next few days straight away. My calendar was filled because Luisa and Ramona also declared their need. On the other hand, Mayari, also already in her sixth month, asked for a few hours together to chat and relax. Lenya and Esther also wanted to spend such an evening together. Only Ananda explained that she also had a need for closeness, but the father of her child had separated from her and there was no sex without marriage for her.

The meeting was again very worthwhile for all of us. I was happy to observe how individual young women came closer together spiritually, talked intensively about ‘women’s things’, and also how new interests emerged. Ramona played an increasingly important role in this. Often, she was not the older doctor, but like a big sister, always standing by with advice and support.

It was early on a Sunday morning. In my arms, lightly sniffling, rested a fantastically beautiful young woman. Her scent filled the air, sweaty and unwashed, a muffled smell of musk and sex from the last wild night, which already excited me again. I held her tightly in my arms, enjoying her closeness, her warmth. She was curled up like a child, asleep. Her breathing was so even, so calm, so relaxed. I snuggled even closer to her, my knees bent; my abdomen nestled against her sweet bottom. With one arm under her neck and the other over her waist, she felt small and fragile in my arms.

I felt like I was in paradise. No work was waiting; I was completely carefree, just enjoying the closeness, the wonderful togetherness. Her naked back rested against my chest, her bottom was warm and seemed to invite me to renewed activity. She flinched slightly at each touch of my increasing erection with her sweet buttocks. She felt so good in my arms. Never wanting to let go of her again, I carefully moved my free left hand over her torso, successively stimulating both nipples, which formed into rock-hard beads.

When I noticed her waking up, I kissed her still aroused cheek. Were her cheeks hot from sleeping or were they still red from the crazy lovemaking? When I bent my upper body a little over her, she gave me that unique smile with shining eyes full of love. Her bottom sought more contact with my fully erect sceptre. Man, had this young woman aroused me.

A few hand movements were enough for her to unite with me. This time we enjoyed the togetherness. No wild sex, only tender, pleasurable movements. My hands caressed her breasts, which in a few months would give milk to her baby, our child. My mouth played with her hairline and her slender neck my tongue caressed her sweet earlobes. Every now and then little shudders ran through her, which increased my arousal even more. Gradually, as if by magic, the amplitude of my movements increased. All too soon, her body went through the next orgasm, not as wild as last night, but loud enough to wake the house.

Isa whispered sweet words unknown to me, held my hands firmly on her breasts and let her abdomen gyrate slightly. She wanted another offering from me, or was she doing it out of a desire to give me a climax as well? I wasn’t sure but enjoyed her efforts. It was a stunning feeling, how full of lust my body parted with its last reserve without having shown any activity itself.

Smiling, the young woman from Nicaragua turned around. “Good morning, dear Michael. Thank you. This is how I want to wake up every morning.” Our kiss was tender, but without much tongue activity. During the night we had let them dance wildly again and again, we aroused each other in this way and making love without any breaks. Where did my body get the strength and stamina? There was something about our valley, something very special, and not just for me as a man.

Completely relaxed, we went to breakfast hand in hand after a thorough morning toilet; fortunately, we were almost the first ones, so we didn’t have to deal with any stupid remarks at first. But soon pointed words hit my companion of the night. She smiled away any mockery. “You are only envious. No one can take that away from me. I had the best night of my life.” She threw me a kissing hand.

In the afternoon, Olivia called me to the guesthouse. There were electricity problems in the basement. It took more than two hours to repair the big washing machine.

When I returned to the palazzo, Babette laughed at me. “You’re already expected. You had left the bathroom open. I let your guests in.”

“Thank you, Babette, well done. The washing machine at the Casa is working again. Will Cara bring me something to eat then? I need to take a shower first.” But as soon as I opened my bathroom door, my calm and equanimity was gone.

My thoughts were nearly paralysed as I saw the four beauties in all their naked glory before me, lined up side by side. They were no longer dainty girls. Their emerging femininity excited me. The way they stood before me, presenting themselves to me in the splendid bloom of their youth, slender, delicate, young, but already increasingly feminine. The excitement of their faces was breath-taking as they looked at me with radiant smiles, still a little uncertain but visibly aware of their own charisma.

Where could I look without getting excited? I already felt the unmistakable sign in my pants. The game of nature had begun with me too. Nevertheless, I could not avert my gaze.

Four pairs of eyes sparkled at me, as if mesmerising, enchanting my feelings. Their bodies were perfect. Narrow shoulders spanned the slender torsos, wonderfully adorned by firm little breasts, no hint of a belly. Strongly defined waists signalled the emergence of the female pelvis, her hips beckoning to be touched. The almost daily sport showed its effect, also on the shapely thighs and calves.

Why did I have to think of the slender, shapely legs? The in-between was impossible to describe, it was simply breath-taking. Their bodies, adorned by four different coloured pubic hairs, the hair wonderfully trimmed, were already emitting an aroma that made me feel like I was in a daze. It was very different from what I had imagined, so much more arousing, so sexy.

Any painter or photographer would not have been able to work for joy, but I was in such a crazy situation, could have them, at least two had expressed their willingness several times, the other two surely just needed some coaching. What did fate have in store for me? It was a supernatural temptation. There was no apple for me like in the Garden of Eden, but four dreamlike, divine beings standing seductively before me, perhaps still unconsciously swaying ever so slightly in their hips.

As I simply turned away to detach myself from the heavenly sight, to hide my certainly visible arousal, Fahsai asked in her shrewd way, “Michael, aren’t you going to greet your guests? Look how we have made ourselves beautiful for you.”

I could take no more, somehow ashamed of my feelings, of my now clearly outstanding masculinity. My heart raced; briefly I saw little stars before my eyes. Exhausted, I let myself fall into a wicker chair.

“Excuse me, please. I didn’t expect this, how beautiful you are, how you excite me. Sorry, I can’t go on. I’m sorry; I’m just a man.”

The shy giggles and the somewhat awkward mood were fortunately solved by Babette and Cara, who brought the first bites and fragrant dumplings to us. Cara handed me a plate with a salad she had prepared especially for me. Our kitchen woman smiled sympathetically as she watched me first cover my puffy trousers with her gift.

“Please, be nice. Put something on. I can’t take it. Or do you want my heart attack?”

Fahsai gurgled with laughter, clapping her two neighbours on the buttocks. “We’d better redeem our boss then.” She pulled on one of the larger, recently found jerseys. Soon we were sitting in the study, enjoying the appetisers prepared with much love. Still, I didn’t get really quiet. The girls’ sports dresses only reached mid-thigh. Many a movement exposed the intersection of their legs, the reproductive centre of the young women. Although I made an effort to consciously look away, my senses were as if controlled by others. My eyes tried to take in every detail, especially as Kira and Sula tried to take advantage of the situation, briefly exposing their bodies.

Soon the girls were having an excited discussion after I had once again praised their extraordinary beauty and sexual charisma. With lots of fun, a lusty whoop now and then, the discussion was full of new insights.

Kira no longer wanted to be deflowered by our doctor. She declared that she would like to be prepared for love by a real man. “Please, Michael, do this for me, just for me.”

Fahsai told us that she would also like to have a child now. She had spoken for a long time with her friend Zarina and with our doctor. If her God had allowed her to be in these circumstances, he would surely have agreed to father offspring.

Sula also emphasised that she was already looking forward to the partnership, to the ‘fire of love’, which I could certainly kindle in her too, and of course to a dear son whom she would like to call Ken.

But Daja’s opinion was the most surprising. “Listen carefully. Today you will meet a new Daja. When I turn fourteen in February next year, I will also apply for partnership to our boss. If he agrees, it will be in God’s hands whether I am given a child or not. I don’t want to be the only woman in the valley who shirks carrying a child for all our futures.”

I gladly summed up the meeting. “It was a beautiful evening, my dears. You have enchanted me with your beauty, aroused me physically. But I am even more taken by our conversations, how clearly and distinctly you speak your mind, how grown-up you already are. I love you, not only like a grateful father, but also as a man desires a lover. You are real treasures, super beautiful women.”

Briefly, my lips touched four pairs of lips in succession. Eyes beamed at me happily and contentedly. A dreamlike evening came to an end. Only Fahsai sneered as we walked. “Actually, I could stay right now, I’m the only one who is already fourteen, but Michael has to be resting from Isa.” Everyone laughed, but basically the clever Yemeni woman was completely right. I was exhausted, and needed my empty bed.

The following week, the girls had organised a particularly nice birthday party. Our two dark-skinned girls, Kira and Sula, each turned fourteen within two days. The two birthday girls went all out, dancing until they dropped. Completely sweaty and out of breath, they stood in front of me shortly before the end of the party. Their eyes were shining happily, beads of sweat on their foreheads glistened like diamonds. Kira took the opportunity to immediately announce her readiness to get partnered.

Of course, I had still spoken to her that evening and told her my opinion about her wish to be partnered, but she asked me very insistently without becoming demanding. This was also a new Kira, a young woman who expressed her opinion in a very considerate way. Finally, I had promised her that I would talk to our doctor about it again and perhaps find a solution with her soon.

Esther had informed me about Kira’s menstrual cycle. The young Haitian woman had been menstruating regularly for six months after some initial problems. Our nurse thought that Kira’s next fertile days would be on 20 November. Ramona had suggested that, in accordance with Kira’s wish, I should have ‘opening’ intercourse with my new partner only once and then start the partnership after a little more than a week, when everything had healed properly. So, my gynaecological education progressed, every week I learned news about the female body, fertilisation, birth or a woman’s secrets and sensations.

In the evening I asked Kira to tell me her ideas about how she would like her partnership with me to be. She was totally naive, didn’t know that the first time she would get an internal wound that would need at least a week to heal. All in all, the conversation showed me how immature my future partner still was. Ramona had taught two double lessons in biology, where everything important about a woman’s body, procreation, and pregnancy as well as birth was to be taught. I had already noticed with Isabella that the teaching had not been very successful with some of them.

In January, Ramona wanted to put in a few hours again about pregnancy, birth, and childcare, but that was no longer enough for me. But I asked her after the talk to do another evening talk session for the younger young women.

That’s why I also recommended Mayari and Zarina to have another woman-to-woman talk with Kira. Perhaps it would be better to postpone the partnering until next year. Physically, Kira was a stately young woman at 1.68 metres tall and 48 kilograms in weight, but her thinking still seemed childlike and naïve to me. Would she really be up to the responsibility of being a very young mum? I had certain doubts about that.

Mayari called me into the anteroom after less than an hour. Priya and Lenya were playing table tennis there but withdrew immediately at my request. The suggestion of the three young ladies I could well accept. Kira had now finally understood what the effects of the first sexual intercourse would be. Therefore, we should have our first sexual encounter without partnering. After that, we could still decide whether it would be right to establish a partnership this year.

Kira and I were left alone. “Kira, I’m a bit scared about this. Let’s see how we’ll do this together. Are you scared too?”

“As of today, yes. Until now, I thought it was all a piece of cake. But Zarina calmed me down again, told me almost all women and girls in this world get deflowered during sexual intercourse. I would manage that even more with an experienced man. I could trust you infinitely.”

My lips were very carefully placed on hers. “Zarina is right, we can do it,” I whispered. Her mouth was still totally inexperienced, it seemed to me. So far, everyone had practised kissing, Kira obviously hadn’t. What had she done recently with Sula in the beach chair? Oh, I didn’t need to know everything. In any case, I wanted to take extra time for her the first time.

The next Sunday, after lunch, I brought the Haitian girl into my study. Actually, the girls wanted to practise football again, but Mayari was happy to do without Kira’s participation today. Luisa had prepared a brew for her. Kira drank it and spooned up the little pudding. While doing so, I let her tell me more about herself. Her hometown of Jacmel was right on the ocean. Her father would often take her fishing at sea. The family with four even younger children could live relatively well because her father sold part of his fish to the restaurant where Kira’s mother worked as a waitress. But everywhere would have been unbelievable poverty. As early as fifth grade, the girls from the poor neighbourhoods learned that they should not go out on the street alone in the evening and should avoid groups of older boys even during the day. If older boys tried to rape girls, they should not fight back because they would be hurt worse. Very many girls of twelve or thirteen had become mothers in this way far too early. But older men on drugs or drunk would also be a big problem. Kira thought young mothers, even if still in their early teens, were perfectly normal. That’s why she would have been surprised at what we had discussed here.

Her further narration was very interesting. There used to be a lot of tourists near their little town. Her father had additional income from boat trips. So, two Chinese men would also have photographed her with many different clothes. She was always allowed to keep one as a reward, while the others were sold in an expensive children’s boutique. Later, a foreign woman would have come, given her mother money, and taken Kira for photo shoots. A few days later she was on a small ship, but unfortunately, she was not allowed on board. She was locked deep inside the ship. She felt the arrival in the valley, her own room with toilet and washstand, as a kind of liberation. She had never felt so good in her life.

To my tantrum on the second day and the dipping of her head into the toilet bowl, she laughed today. But her room would also have been dirty. She had only recently learned why and how to keep things tidy.

Kira only missed the sea here. Besides, she used to eat fish or crabs every day. Otherwise, she had no longing for home. I also learned that she had learned some French at school in addition to her national language, Creole, but that no one here knew this beautiful language. Very carefully, I remembered my School days. After the first few sentences, she sat on my lap. “Je vais très bien.” A brief press of her lips to mine followed. “Je t’aime.” When her lips came to me again, I just held her, nipping a little at her lower lip, moistening her lips a tiny bit with my tongue. She followed my example and for the first time our tongues touched. A little later there was no stopping them. From kiss to kiss she became more excited, finally wild. Her body pressed against me. It seemed to me as if I had flipped a switch on her. Maybe Luisa had put something in her drink or in her pudding. From the depths of her soul, she now seemed to want only one thing, physical love.

I saw a grin on her pretty face, her eyes twinkling, attracting me magnetically. My whole focus was on Kira now, on her seductive full lips and eyes that unconsciously begged and invited me. But her body also showed me that she was still too skinny for love. She was so petite, though physically strong, as she always showed in sports, and at the same time so vulnerable, a girl on her way to becoming a woman, so sexy, but just a girl. Inside I was burning with the battle between wild desire and social conscience. But it was too late; the male instincts gained the upper hand.

A little later, Kira was lying naked on my bed. Actually, I had planned to take a bath with her, to get her used to me step by step, but now I only wanted one thing, to find out how much I could arouse her the very first time. It didn’t take two minutes before her body was stretching towards my mouth. My fingers played the entire keyboard of the love game I knew. A few sighs turned into moans. With panting breaths, she enjoyed her orgasm with me. “Oh. Oh. More. Yes. Please more.” She was caught in my spider web of love. Over a few kisses, she recovered, only to immediately present her womb to me again for continuation. A little later, I took advantage of her elation to achieve the goal of our meeting, to simply thrust into her. A short twitch, a short cry of pain, and a short pinched expression, then she lay smiling before me. Her breath indicated to me her continuing lust. “That wasn’t bad, that was nice. Thank you.” Kira stroked my face very careful.

“More?”, I asked her. At first, she nodded, but I could feel it after seconds, she didn’t find my movements pleasant. So, I lay next to her, dabbing her abdomen and myself. Many claim that a deflowering is just a scratch with little blood. I must have done something wrong because the towel and my member showed the marks of heavy bleeding. “Are you okay, Kira?” One kiss said it all. “You’re a woman now.”

“Yes, I know, and I’m quite pleased.”

She crawled on top of me; we kissed tenderly at first, then more and more wildly. Quickly she was back in the stage where I could have helped myself without restriction, but that didn’t suit the situation. Every part of her back and bottom, however, enjoyed my touch and caress. Our tongues played with each other in the open. Kira was mine, that angel was mine! It sounds stupid, but I still think so today, without complete surrender a woman cannot reach a proper climax. As a man, you should really take possession of the woman, making it clear to her that this is what would be best for her feelings. I can already hear the feminists screaming, but maybe they just lack that experience.

We enjoyed the shower together while caressing and kissing each other. For the first time, her hands touched my fully aroused member. With a little coaching she stroked me to an eruptive climax. Sadly, she looked after the cum that had been washed away. “What a pity. I wanted to take a closer look.”

“You’ll have a chance to do that, Kira. But thank you, you did very well.”

Her eyes sparkled with praise. After an intense kiss, we dried each other off. She had such a fantastic body. It was a pleasure to touch her youthful mounds, or to feel her taut bottom. As with all the girls before, I was amazed at her physical development. From an almost small child in the last year, she had become a young lady with a uniquely beautiful body. Our life in the valley, the daily sports, the good and healthy diet had made all the girls grow into beautiful beings. But I was even more pleased about their mental development, their self-confidence and their linguistic abilities.

The thought flashed through my mind to immediately caress Luisa and Ramona and thank them for their contribution to the development of ‘my’ girls. I couldn’t do more than what they had achieved, in addition to giving birth to a son each and proving themselves again and again as my dear super partners. I was so grateful to them.

Kira wanted to go to bed with me again, but I asked her to get dressed. We were not yet partnered. At first, no one noticed that I was sitting at a table on the terrace with my soon-to-be partner, but when I went to serve my dear Haitian a Coke shortly afterwards, she was surrounded by almost all the girls. She jumped on me, wanting to show everyone her feelings. “Thank you, my love, it was beautiful.” Everyone clapped, some whistled and cheered. Now the last two came out of the house. Everyone wanted to know what Kira had experienced and felt. So, I left the group of thirteen alone and looked for Luisa and Ramona.

Luisa was completely surprised by my emotional outburst. I showered her with kisses and kind words. “Luisa, today I realised once again what the three of us have created. You two women have turned children into fantastically beautiful and clever, self-confident young ladies. Even Kira is now almost a grown-up. You cooked so well for us, advised the girls, gave us your love. Thank you, Luisa. I love you.” We kissed as if shortly after our passion for each other ignited. “Luisa, please don’t take offence, but I have to say the same to Ramona. I could never have done this without you.”