Chapter 4: April 2018

The first three months of the year in our valley had already passed. Despite all the problems, it was a wonderful time. Five new citizens lived with us. All the children developed splendidly and the young mothers had recovered wonderfully and took care of our new fellow residents with much love and the greatest devotion. Even the great damage caused by the massive flood at the beginning of February had not demoralised us. On the contrary, I often noticed how much more attentive the girls were to each other, but even greater was how they supported the villagers so that their huts were fully usable again. In the past week, Babette and Mayari reported that all the huts were reconnected to the water supply and five had electricity again. We were also able to repair the dented wall of the saloon, but that was more makeshift. I had to come up with something for the upcoming winter, reinforce and insulate the walls. What we lacked most was window glass to repair the broken panes in the casa and the saloon. We had voted on what we wanted to use the only available replacement window for. The majority decided on the window at the end of the corridor so that natural light could illuminate the ground floor of the guesthouse. We had simply nailed all the other broken windows shut.

Alonso had invited us to a church service on Good Friday and thanked us with touching words for helping all the villagers. The important holiday of the Christians became a festival of thanksgiving for the village. Yes, Alonso was feeling better again, his thigh had healed well, but he was not yet allowed to put any weight on it. His wife Sofia had slaughtered one of the few goat kids, was full of gratitude and gave another hug to our doctor. Everyone in the village knew that Alonso would not have survived the accident in the long run without help and would certainly have been in enormous pain for weeks or months.

The first day of April was a holiday, Easter Sunday. The previous evening, our doctor had applied to be partnered with me. Not everyone was excited about it. Some girls looked incredulous, unable to believe that their doctor wanted a second child while they were still waiting for their first birth. Luisa was also snubbed. She had wanted a second child for a long time and had firmly believed it would be her turn again as my first partner. But of course, there was no order.

The young ladies hotly debated whether it was right to father another child in our isolation. When Esther finally stressed that she also wanted a second child, but in six months at the earliest, there was quite a bit of arguing until they agreed on the very normal. It would be the woman’s decision, not everyone else’s, and of course mine. Everyone was clear; even more children also meant more work and more responsibility.

I had reiterated this when I agreed to Ramona’s request, but I also emphasised the need to achieve contact with the outside world with all our might in the coming weeks. Particularly necessary were medicines for the infants and, above all, the vaccines that are common worldwide so that our children would be as well protected as possible against diseases. Daja and Olivia volunteered to accompany me on the next trip to the clearing.

Esther and Lenya took over the care of Ramona’s Bruno and in return were allowed to move into the doctor’s bedroom with Attila, Esther’s son, when we paid homage to love at the Casa nightly. The two friends wanted to enjoy their togetherness in the much more pleasant surroundings. All the young ladies lacked the luxury of an own bathroom with shower and hot tub.

Lenya was very interested in practising with Esther’s Attila how to take care of a very small child and give him lots of love. Our maths teacher was in her early seventh month of pregnancy. Looking at her little belly, one almost had to fear that her delivery was imminent. Lenya laughed at my remark and stretched her fertile belly towards me as I tenderly stroked it. Her unborn Wadim kicked in his womb full of impatience when I spoke to him in a dark voice.

The expectant mother beamed at me with joy. Again, I had to realise that the women needed this much more often and much more intensively. I simply had too little time to enjoy the happiness of pregnancy together with the young women, but when the opportunity arose, our feelings heated up. It was wonderful moments for me when the pregnant women snuggled up to me, savouring the moments of togetherness. Of course, they were also quite feminine, had to demonstrate to me how their bust size had increased, how they had become altogether womanlier. Especially the heavily pregnant women increasingly showed the desire to spend time all alone with me, to exchange tenderness without being observed by others.

In the evening around 7, I handed over command of the Palazzo to Luisa, said goodbye to the few girls dancing and clapping in the big hall. The way to the casa was like foreplay. We kissed and caressed each other, pointing out how finely the path had been cleared, what a great job our ladies had done. Nature was already starting to green up some areas again where the floods had torn away all the plants.

On the way to the guesthouse, I wanted to show Ramona my favourite place for the first time, where I had often retreated to in order to be able to think and to smoke. Usually, it was hidden between bushes and trees. Nothing. I couldn’t find the place. The bench had been washed away, the bushes too, only the three big stones I found, all weighing several tons, but one had been washed away almost three metres. What would it look like in the upper valley? Ramona said we had to take a look at the cemetery. The grave crosses with the names of the dead would certainly have fallen victim to the floods.

Our positive mood had been put in a strong damper. Alejandra and Olivia were happy about our short visit with them. Little Michael was already asleep. Olivia was preparing children’s porridge from freshly harvested carrots and some boiled potato in the kitchen. Alejandra was busy as usual, darning and sewing the girls’ outerwear. Many of the ladies were currently wearing pregnancy dresses, of which we fortunately had enough in stock, but the actual clothes were a disaster. I couldn’t help thinking how much good quality clothing was thrown away every day at home in Belgium. A small donation of clothes would help us a lot, but nobody in the whole world knew about our fate. We had no help to expect.

On the following night of love, our mutual expectations were simply too high. It didn’t flow in bed. Neither of us really let ourselves go, enjoyed the other’s feelings. As a man, it was easy for me to fulfil my duty, but it came to nothing on the first evening of the partnership, not to the freestyle, to the surging of the senses. We first had to get used to each other again and learn to get problems out of our heads.

The next nights of love were similar. Every day was physically exhausting for me. Almost every evening I was shaking all over from operating the mini excavator. The worst was Thursday. Daja and Sula accompanied me to the upper valley. Here the floods had been even worse. Despite the many birds and scavengers, gnawed carcasses lay around. There was a sweet smell of decaying flesh. The condors and agujas had left the valley. For them, too, the remains of the dead animals were apparently inedible. Only small animals and various kinds of ants still had a feast.

It stank particularly badly on one rock’s face. The floods had pushed over a hundred metres of broken wood, up to ten metres high. There must have been a large number of animal corpses buried underneath. This mass of trees and bushes could never be removed. We had to try to burn the still damp wood in order to neutralise the smell of the carcasses.

The girls gathered dry grasses and twigs while I created a larger cavity among the branches and tree trunks. I had penetrated more than a metre into the pile of rubbish, but it was still four or even five metres to the rock face. I was surprised, even the first attempt at ignition was successful.

Individual flames flickered upwards, drying the damp wood above. White steam rose. The wood crackled, letting the sparks fly as parts ignited explosively. A little later, a beautiful fire crackled up the rock. We carried burning branches a few metres further, pushed it under large branches and thus tried to spread the fire across the entire width of the rocks.

Although there was still a lot of white water-vapour rising from the tree remains, our fire found increasing food. Soon the flames were blazing at least thirty metres wide. We joined hands and stared into the gigantic fire. Instinctively, we backed away. The heat of the hellfire grew stronger and stronger.

But there was much more to do. The river no longer reached the waterfall as it had before the flood, but spread out in the valley, forming small pools, large puddles and swampy ground, finally bubbling in small rivulets down the entire width of the slope. The slope was boggy, totally soaked. Even during the arduous ascent, it was clear to me that if we did nothing, the slope would slide.

Formed into small dams, large branches lay in the riverbed, which had held foliage, grass and branches in place and only sparsely allowed the water to pass. As a result, the water was distributed over the entire width of the plateau. Huge roots with partly broken tree trunks could not be moved without technology. Nevertheless, my helpers formed several gullies with shovels and spades and cleared some spots. Soon most of the river water was flowing in the old bed again. With my big axe I cut off disturbing twigs and branches, threw pieces of wood to the former bank and drove some broken wood towards the waterfall. The river gained more and more strength and transported some of the flotsam. This allowed us to widen the riverbed. Soon we heard it rushing. The waterfall was going again. Another great victory!

It was only when I hugged my two sweethearts to my chest and wanted to thank them that we were surprised to notice how soaking wet everything was on us. Soon we were dancing unclothed by the big fire near the rocks. Our clothes hung in the sun to dry. Stealthily Daja watched her friend Sula squinting at her small pregnant belly, but not daring to look quite openly.

“Sula, my dear. May Daja look at your tummy and feel it? She obviously doesn’t dare ask about it.” Sula laughed, took Daja’s hands and placed them on her little bulge. In the fourth month, there wasn’t that much to discover yet, but the way Daja lovingly caressed Sula’s womb, giving out a little praise song and lots of compliments, was a delight. Until now, they had mostly avoided each other. Now the two pregnant women were one heart and soul, joking with each other and holding each other in their arms again and again. Another gain for our community.

It will be weeks before we get the upper valley reasonably back in order. But the successful day stimulated my love nights with Ramona. I was finally in a joking mood, praising my partner for every caress. Even as we showered together, our bodies were rushing with bliss. Ramona whispered to me that today and the following two days would be the days of her great fulfilment. Her following kiss showed me with what power she wanted to seduce me. Soon I felt her hand stimulating me. Today I was also in a completely different mood. Horniness raged inside me. My aroused member ached and pulsated. I could still control myself, wanted to play the keyboard of love on her body, but my desire was already almost overpowering.

My lips wandered from one earlobe to the other, kissing. One hand tenderly caressed her breast, the other slid further and further down. Ramona played with my shaft, stroked her labia with the precum, let my strong one snap away again and again, only to bring it back with all her might.

I held Ramona with one arm, bodies pressed together, and took over her play with my right hand, moving my cock over her pussy, caressing her clit and parting the lips of her pussy more and more often without fully penetrating. I wanted to leave that to my beloved today. She should swing herself to the highest peaks of pleasure.

Carefully, I turned onto my back, thrust gently, but immediately pulled back again. Ramona gradually became greedier, pressing her body harder and harder against me. I pulled back again and thrust gently without penetrating fully. She jerked again, wanting more. Her buttocks tightened; her hips lifted to finally thrust my pulsating shaft inside her. A short cry of greed! We were united.

Waves of desire overtook me, but I waited for my partner. We moved slowly at first. Ramona trembled and rested heavily on my chest, enjoying the feeling of full penetration. As my face nestled against her neck and kissed her gently, her movements became faster. Her trembling increased. She grew heavier, slumping slightly, surrendering to her growing feelings. Her silken thighs caressed the outsides of my thighs, pressing firmly against them, her buttocks tightening even more. For minutes she danced silently on top of me, enjoying the way my member caressed her from the inside, pressing her clit against my shaft until the first moan reached me. Of course, I helped now, came powerfully towards her with every movement, heard her gurgle.

My hands on her sweet buttocks increasingly set the pace. Her body still let me direct her, taking every swing with her. Soon her movements became uncontrollable. She panted, gasped for air and thrust my member into her at a furious pace. Her hands grabbed my forearms, holding on to them so as not to lose her balance. Her womb worked like a machine, powerful and unstoppable. Ramona’s heated body flexed her abdominal muscles, her legs trembled, spasmed around mine. An ecstatic scream hit me directly in my ear. I felt her body twitch. She energetically thrust her legs between mine, tightening her grip on my love-sword as if she never wanted to let it go. Now enjoying her climax, she smiled briefly and let her wet lips dance over my mouth.

My longing for my orgasm grew visibly stronger. I used every millimetre of leeway left to me to move my hard-on in her box. At last, my erection swelled almost to bursting, my arousal became more and more powerful, and full of bliss I came inside her. Each wave of my outpouring gave me happiness, pleasure, and the knowledge of a wonderful success. I gasped, drained, but pressed my beloved tightly against me as exhaustion increasingly permeated me. Satisfaction grew within me. This evening had given me everything I had been missing for the last few days, the sweet feeling of togetherness, the complete surrender of my partner, the pleasure of my climax and the admiration of her powerful orgasm.

An exhausting, busy day passed in the radiant smile of my partner, her sweet kisses, and cuddles. Ramona was all tenderness, looking questioningly with smiling eyes. She hadn’t had enough yet. Her hand sought my arousal, was disappointed at first, but quickly managed to stimulate me to new deeds. Her kisses became more demanding.

She literally wriggled under me, opened her thighs wide. “Please, I am so eager for sex. Do it to me. Fill me up. I want another son from you.”

Afterwards she showed me her wild desire. Our rutting sounds surely boomed through the guesthouse. It seemed as if there were no more limits for us. While I kept switching between lovemaking and wild sex, I enjoyed Ramona’s two powerful orgasms. She didn’t rest until I gave her a second load of my semen. Satisfied, she cuddled up to me and immediately fell asleep in my arms. She was a sleeping angel. Her fine features now had something youthful, something girlish, even though she was turning thirty-six in a few days. Tenderly, I breathed a little kiss on her still glowing, flushed cheek.

In the morning she had no mercy. She woke me up, literally pulled me into the shower room, washed me from head to toe. Soon she sat on the low shower stool and woke my tired sparrow to new deeds. Her nimble tongue and demanding lips intoxicated me. I felt as if I couldn’t stand the desire any longer. Then she put me on the stool, joined me and wanted only one thing, to feel my love juice inside her. She didn’t want her own pleasure; she wanted the quick result of copulation.

Ramona accompanied her riding games with lustful words, with a moan as if she was ready again, but she only wanted to make me climax, wanted me to surrender.

When she felt the goal of her efforts within her, her face lit up, she rewarded me with a sweet, long-lasting kiss. She had achieved her goal, and was happy.

Like lovers in love, we marched towards the palazzo, not without hearing Olivia’s lewd comments beforehand. Once again, the very young Peruvian expressed her desire to have a child, praised us for what must have been a stormy night of love and gave us each a double kiss on the cheek.

That’s how the next two nights went. Ramona desired me without any inhibitions, wanted sex, but also pleasure, teased me with all means. She even complied with my request to show me how a woman stimulates herself. She was so sweet, so demanding. I was hardly a match for her feminine charms.

After the third wild night of lovemaking, I felt my strength beginning to run out, something I had never experienced before in this form here in the valley. Nevertheless, Ramona went back for more in the morning, lovingly slapped my bottom and said laconically, “You were good, Michael. I think we made it. I have a feeling inside me as if my desire is subsiding, as if my body is telling me that the mission has been accomplished. Thank you, my love.”

We still enjoyed the last three days of our partnership, but no longer reached those heights of lust. Nevertheless, we had found a new kind of relationship with each other. I didn’t know what love actually meant, but even in the following weeks I had the desire to be close to her, to caress Mona again and again, to touch her. Among the many women after our second engagement, she was something very special for me, my muse, my love.

It was Sunday again, a special day of celebration for all of us in the valley. On 15th April last year, Olivia had given birth to her Michael, the first child born in the valley. Although the fatally injured ‘Rus’ was the father, we considered the wonderful little one to be the child of us all.

We drove to the guesthouse around 9 am with both golf carts, of course to congratulate Olivia. There was something special for the birthday boy; Cara had baked ‘cake on a stick’, a wonderful pastry with chocolate decorations, for Michael, his mummy, and his great-granny. Sula presented a huge bouquet of wild flowers. Immediately there was a spicy, particularly pleasant aroma in the front room of the Casa. There was almost no end to the kisses and hugs for the young mum.

The girls, or rather the young women, had gone to great lengths to put together small gifts. They had found a small toy farmhouse with cows, horses, and other animals in the container and presented it. Ananda had been creative and had carved two alpacas and painted them white. She was a skilful artist, got a dear kiss as praise.

Then there was the first surprise for us. Alejandra took little Michael, took four steps back and put her great-grandson on the floor. Olivia held out her hands to him and, still rocking a little, the boy ran completely independently to his mother. Babette ran anxiously alongside, but Michi needed no help, laughed like mad when his mother praised him, lifted him up and gave him a little kiss. What an achievement for the boy! I felt so much joy, not only at the boy’s performance, but also at the faces of all the visitors.

Suddenly Olivia jumped on me and shouted loudly to all the bystanders, and me “Michael, I named my son after you. Today I ask you to father me a child. You promised me. If I am completely healthy again after one year, we will father a child together. Isn’t that, right?”

“Yes, Olivia, but we have time, we don’t have to rush. I said, ‘at the earliest’, please, yes, I’m true to my word. But Luisa is angry with me because I was partnered with Mrs Liebknecht before her. She’s desperate to be next. After that, gladly, if we have time.”

Olivia was miffed, maybe even offended. I made an effort to lighten the mood. “Listen everyone, please. Before we make new babies, we need vaccines and medicine for the babies. Olivia, I’m going up to the road tomorrow with Daja, but not to continue clearing, but to finally make a passage. On Wednesday, I would like to cycle to the petrol station and sort out a lot of things, telephone, pharmacy, buy the essentials. If you would accompany me, I would have a perfect interpreter. Daja would then ride back to inform everyone about the breakthrough. And we hire workers to make the road passable for cars. That would be my goal. What do you all think about that?”

Olivia happily agreed. “Yes, that’s what we’ll do. I want my second child to be able to be vaccinated too.” She hugged me and whispered, “You’re right. That’s definitely the most important thing right now.”

The day passed with planning and preparation for the big project. In the afternoon, Zarina and Fahsai rode up on their BMX bikes to bring some of the tools, the tent, ISO mats, and sleeping blankets to the clearing site. Meanwhile, I packed the architect’s backpack, my passport, one of the packages I found with dollars, shrink-wrapped, hot off the press, worth $100,000, plus all the Peruvian cash worth almost $12,000, and the existing dollar and Euro notes, again almost 100,000 dollars. With this money, it would certainly be possible to clear up a few things. Since I had heard a lot about the growing crime rate, I hid the small pistol in a side compartment. I added emergency rations, obviously astronaut food from Russia, and a few pieces of laundry, and the backpack was full to bursting.