Chapter 323: How the Lesser Halves Live

I can sense the mercenaries out there keeping watch over the girls. No one is going to fart anywhere near the girls and get away with it.

Our walk was followed one of the paths around a lake between some rundown apartment buildings, a school that needed significant work, and a playground that had seen better days. We passed a mother with two young children playing happily even though their pants had holes in the knees. The mother’s clothes were old and faded, but clean and in good shape. In another area, we watched two guys working on a piece of shit car. Well, it looked better than my Camry. As we passed the school, the kids were outside playing like children without a care in the world. Their clothes were only in good shape because the school required uniforms.

“What a distressed area,” Mary said softly. “Why do small children and their mothers have such old clothes? Isn’t your government responsible for the schools? I see they require the children to wear uniforms.”

Corwin then asked, “Always the television, radio, and other media say how even the poorest Americans are so wealthy that they have TVs, game systems, cell phones, cars, and such things. Why spend their money on such frivolous things and not their children? Those men were working on that car. Why? Can’t they buy a new one? Can’t everyone buy one here without needing the government to permit them to do so?”

“The people you saw on our walk are those you don’t hear about unless there is a news story important enough to gain national attention,” I started explaining. “Cell phones are everywhere, but not because of American’s having money to blow on frivolous things. In fact, in many cases, it is the greed of the wealthy, which forced many to get cell phones. Some do have landline phones still. In some areas, you cannot get cell service and need a way to communicate. The government requires phone companies to guarantee that the plain old telephone system, or POTS, to have a dial tone. Those who make those regulations don’t also control what the phone companies can charge customers. The government allows the phone companies to make customers pay additional, mandatory fees on top of what they pay for phone service. For example, the phone in my room is on a separate account from my parents. The basic fee for the privilege of having the phone company to give me a dial tone is thirty-five dollars per month. With the fees and taxes, the bill is closer to sixty-dollars a month. You see, I can go to Bal-Cart to pick up a refurbished smartphone for around thirty dollars and get talk, text, data, and the unlimited US calling for around twenty-five dollars a month. The telephone companies like that idea. The less wired services they have to provide, the lower their costs. These don’t have any government requirements about them being functional anywhere, at any time. Phones here are a necessity for many people, especially those with school-aged children. The schools must be able to reach a parent in an emergency.”

I went on to explain how those two little kids, based on the information my implant sent me, were right above the income cutoffs for section-eight housing assistance and food stamps. What money came into their household went to rent, utilities, and food, in that order. The kids had no issue playing in clothes from a thrift shop or passed down from their family.

Schools, I explained, were yet another sore spot. More money set aside for schools went to the county and city administrator’s inflated salaries instead of the schools where it was needed. I went on to tell them how some places in the country voted to pay an additional penny or two in sales tax to do more for their schools than just keeping the lights on. This school, in particular, required uniforms for the students, but not because they were attempting to strip away their individuality. It was because the families here can’t afford to provide well-fitting clothes, but the families were too proud to want to take charity. The uniforms mandate permits funds, from areas outside the school budgets, to ensure the children have multiple pairs of pants and shirts, uniform shoes, specific brands of sneakers, and in some cases, underwear. For those students who don’t have somewhere to wash their clothes frequently, these schools have places where the kids can get clean ones without question. Few schools can do this everywhere, but our city found out how to fund it. They also ensured that these kids get at least two healthy meals each day during the week. For some, that is about all they get to eat.

Camden explained how people tend to buy cars they can’t afford to buy outright and, thus, must finance them. Getting a loan requires the person to have a good credit history and a way to pay their payments each month. Those who do not meet the loan criteria don’t get one. The men we saw working on the car were able to buy it without a loan or went to a place that would repossess the vehicle if they do not make the payments as agreed. Used cars are just that, used. Sometimes, if someone has the skills, it is cheaper to repair their used car than it is to make payments on another used car.

“These people live their lives using that which they have available,” I explained. “They are hard-working, good people who haven’t made it up the career ladder, or who are doing as much as they are capable of doing. While crude, there is a saying that someone has to cook the french fries at fast-food restaurants.”

I knew they had never seen this side of the world. Why would these girls ever need to see it? If they are going to the most powerful women in the world, then they need to know how these people work hard to care for their families and have little money to do much else.

“Now we are going to do something I know the four of you have never done before. We are volunteering to help some families get one step closer to a better life,” I explained as we drove to the Habitat for Humanity building site.

Before I let them get out of the car, they had to remove all make-up, put their hair under ballcaps, and remove their fingernail polish or fake nails. I explained that we were going to the project foreman to ask where he needed us. I ensured Terrance his family found themselves delaying their arrival to the site due to family matters. The job foreman had no clue who the girls were. He did recognize me because of how my strength helped me get a lot done, not because he knew my name. He assigned each girl to one of the houses under construction and told them who to ask what they could do to help. I went over to help the people put in the pre-constructed framing walls, as I did previously.

Each of the girls was dirty, soaked in sweat, had some broken fingernails, and exhausted. Terrance, his sisters, and fathers arrived while we were working, but stayed near the offices. When everyone stopped for the day, we went to have dinner with everyone else. Terrance was walking around the tables, making sure everyone had what they needed, getting them more, or having his sisters refilling drinks.

He was surprised when he saw me and said, “Glad to see you here again, David. I thought you had other obligations that prevented you from coming to help today.”

I pointed to the four girls, and said, “My other obligations are over there eating with the group of people from their assigned houses. I doubt they understand a thing the people are saying, but they are with them just the same. They seem to trust me, know they are safe with me, and they don’t seem to question the things I had them do today. It is fortunate for them that my bathroom has more than one toilet. I took them to Mama’s for a late breakfast.”

“At least the grease will make things slide on through easier,” Terrance’s dad said from behind us.

Then so only I could hear he said, “If the extra out-of-town volunteers didn’t ensure they weren’t in danger, I’m sure the ones arriving after you did. I’m amazed by how these three girls, and Camden, trust you so completely with their safety. They are the last people in the world I would expect to find working at a Habitat for Humanity home building location.”

“It was a shot in the dark. I wanted to show the girls a different side of America from what they see and hear back home. Maybe this will get them interested in spending their hundreds of billions of dollars to help some less fortunate people because they want to do it, not because they have ulterior motives,” I explained.

When we got home, my parents were a bit concerned that I had taken the girls outside the house. Mom let it slide when I told them what we had done today. The girls looking like tomboys who just played a football game on a dirt field said a lot more than I could explain. I did help all four of them shower and get the grime out of their hair. All four had sore pussies as well.

After the girls crashed for the night, Bart found me.

“David, you are a bastard worse than some of the elites,” he said with a smile on his face. “Chrissy brought over twelve naked friends to swim in the pool. I know girls get horny, you’ve met Bambi, but still. I think they were worse than any guys I have hung around at my school. None of them raped me or even molested me, but they made sure I knew they were horny and what they wanted to do with me. I so know how Darren felt walking naked on the pool deck at the resort last year. I felt like a piece of raw meat dangling over a pit full of hungry lionesses. You could have told me that Dee and Tee were going to Molly’s for a play date and are now spending the night. Chrissy friends invited me over to a slumber party down the street, but your parents said I needed to ask you.”

A quick set of texts back and forth with Chrissy told me what I needed to know. It was another virgin vault sleepover. The parents knew Chrissy wasn’t a virgin, but they love her like a daughter anyway. Their daughter pre-cleared having Bart sleepover with the girls in the basement. He had to prove he had plenty of rubbers and backup forms of protection, just in the off chance one of the girls gave him her cherry. I was cool with it, so I made sure he had PJs and something to wear back tomorrow. We picked out an exotically colored selection of rubbers that went into a gallon freezer bag. In another, we put a spermicidal foam kit, the strips that melted over the cervix to provide a spermicidal barrier and some of the sponge things. When we got to the house, they invited us both inside. Bart went off to have the dad chat. The mom asked me to chat in the kitchen.

“David, I will make this quick,” she started saying. “Girls and women talk, as you already know well, I hear. It is no secret that you are large in a lot of places now. Ever since my daughter and her friends became old enough to understand what the older girls were saying about having sex with you in your bed, without getting in trouble, they had fantasized about you being their first when they turned fourteen. I’ve heard them talking to Chrissy about the size of penises she has seen, and possibly enjoyed. Two of the girls have younger brothers around thirteen. From overhearing them talk, it seems the boys are gaining length, but not girth. The boys aren’t yet able to stop playing with their new toy, so all the girls have seen both naked. Even with everything on the Internet, they use what they have seen in person to that of reality. Chrissy said that you weren’t the least bit shy about showing off your impressive gift and would be happy to give them a different point of reference. I’m a bit curious myself, to be honest.”

Curiosity got the pussy fucked. I can smell your pussy juices from here.

I went close to her, pulled up the leg of my loose shorts, and put my dick in her hand. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. As she got me hard, by checking it out, her eyes got wider. I knew what she wanted, and she knew what she wanted, so we moved our chat outside to a dark area of the deck. A quick tug of her panties to the side and bunching of her dress around her waist gave me the green light.

She is as tight as her virgin daughter.

The mom came three times before I got fully seated in her from behind. I was giving her a quickie, not knowing how much time we had. The place in my head showed me she was at the peak of fertility and left it up to me if I got her pregnant.

“It is safe to cum inside you?” I asked.

Her pussy started massing my dick, and she said, “Not in the least. My husband has wanted another child for years, and we try when we can. Up until the last few years, we couldn’t afford another child. Now we both have advanced in our careers enough that we can. He isn’t as young as he was when we made our daughter at our senior prom. I skipped some grades and was only fourteen when I got pregnant. Graduating high school at fourteen makes it a lot easier to have a baby without the stigma. Our daughter has been on the pill since she got her period. I started having her doctor give her the birth control shot every three months too. I don’t want her pregnant before she finishes college. She doesn’t have the luxury I had to have her baby at fifteen, take a year, or two, off from school, and start college at seventeen. When I told my husband about the girls inviting a boy over, who is visiting you from out of town, to the slumber party, he got in the mood. We’ve had sex three times tonight already, and I expect at least another two times tonight, and at least once in the morning. He had to do some extended sperm testing when we started trying again. After six ejaculations, as quickly as he could, they checked the seventh. His sperm count was still within the range to get me pregnant. If his sperm can’t do the trick, maybe yours will.”

Oh, they will do the trick, just not inside you tonight. I’m just creaming your pie with dead swimmers.

I did cum inside her so much that it ran down her legs before she could get her panties back in place.

She went into the kitchen to wipe the sperm trail off and fix her panties before we headed down to the basement where girls were hanging out. My dick was still mostly hard.

“Hey, girls. My friend Bart is upstairs getting grilled. I wanted to come down to show you why we aren’t having sex with me anytime soon,” I explained as I went over to the group and pulled down my shorts to stroke my dick to get it hard again. “I don’t know how many dicks you have seen in the past, but mine is above average at nine inches long. I promise you that it will hurt tearing through your cherry, stretching you open, and when my body is trying to force all nine inches inside you when I cum. No matter how much I try to make your first time the best in the world, it won’t be. I do have rubbers that fit my dick, but even as good as they are, they break when sliding in somewhere too snug. I don’t want you to become mothers nine months from now. You can check it out, but we need to hurry. I think the man of the house will be coming down any time with Bart.”