Author’s notes
I have decided to go back and republish the “Filipinas” stories in chapters, so that readers can more easily sort through them in order. I have also made minor editorial corrections to eliminate grammar and spelling errors. This does not replace the stand-alone stories, but rather puts them in a different format that can be read as a book.
These stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory. I am not an expert on all things female… nor even all things Filipina. That would be presumptuous. In my experience, every woman I have been with, including every Filipina, has been unique, both physically and psychologically, but then that is just my experience.
Just like you cannot group all men into one generality, women cannot be grouped. What is possible or not possible for each couple is even more complicated. Anatomical differences, both internal and external, personality and attitude differences, likes and dislikes, sensitivity to pleasure and tolerance of pain all come into play when two people come together to determine what is or isn’t possible for each couple. Just because something is outside of your experiences, doesn’t mean that it isn’t possible.
Nobody in this story was underage.
Chapter 32 — Dot
I met Dot because Julie had referred her to me.
Girls being referred to me by other girls became such a common occurrence that I had personal cards (kind of like a business card only with personal information and instructions) printed up, telling girls what I expected and what they could expect from me. Yes, there were some girls who read the cards and then quietly backed out, but most of these referrals already knew enough about me that they wanted an experience with me, and they had already set their minds (and sometimes their hearts) to be with me.
Dot was one of these referrals. She was a friend of Julie, and Julie had told her about me. Of course, Julie hadn’t told her (or any of the other referrals) about the arrangement we had. Every time Julie or Sue sent me another girl, they got to spend the next night with me, if they wanted, which they usually did. I had to make allowances for these arrangements when I was making dates with other girls.
Dot was waiting for me outside of my apartment when I came home with another girl (Baby), who didn’t like the fact that I had other girls waiting for me and quickly left. It wasn’t even noon, so I went up to my room and did some work on my computer (certainly not the way I had intended to spend the day). However, I told Dot to come back at six, and we could explore things together then. It also gave me enough time to clean the apartment, change the sheets on my bed and place a towel in the middle.
As expected, Dot was outside of my apartment at six that evening. I let her into my apartment and gave her a glass of orange juice mixed drink that I had already prepared and had sitting in the fridge in a big pitcher. She liked it. We sat on the bed as we talked and drank. Of course, being a good host, I kept her glass refilled at all times.
Dot became more relaxed as the evening progressed. I had asked her why, as beautiful as she was, she didn’t have a line of guys wanting to be with her. She replied, “Probably because I am too shy and too scared. I tend to chase guys off. I haven’t even allowed a guy to kiss me. That is part of why I came to see you.”
“OK,” I said. Would it be alright if I kiss you now?”
She blushed and looked down while she thought about it. Then she nodded her ascent. I raised her chin with my hand and pressed my lips softly to hers. I started out slowly, as usual, but then progressed further with each succeeding kiss. By the time we were in our fourth kiss, my hands had found their way to her breasts, and I was caressing them softly. By that time, she was already moaning and leaning into my kisses, wanting more. Once my hands found her breasts, I slowly started pushing her dress higher and higher on her torso.
When her dress was above her breasts, I helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves and then raised it over her head. Dot had followed all of the instructions on the card I had given her, so she wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties. The removal of her dress left her completely naked to my touch. I quickly stripped off my clothes as well as I shifted my kisses from her lips to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck to her breasts. She didn’t even notice.
She was already trembling in excitement even before my lips reached her nipples, but when they did, her whole body shook with pleasure. Dot couldn’t believe how good a man’s lips suckling her nipples could feel, and she told me so. “How is it that I never knew about this?” she asked.
“Yes, it is amazing, isn’t it?” I replied. I continued suckling Dot’s nipples and exploring her breasts until both nipples were too sensitive, her lower breasts were covered with small hickeys, and she was in almost one continuous climax. Once we had climbed that hill, I kissed my way up her body until my cock came in contact with her pussy.
I kissed her softly and asked her to hold my cock, rub the head around in her lubrication (of which there was a lot), and place my cockhead in her vaginal entrance. Then I asked her to push her pussy against my cock. This showed her willingness to continue and gave me permission to take her virginity.
As she was pushing her pussy against me, I quickly thrust my cock into her vaginal entrance, completely spearing her in one motion. This hurt Dot, but I stayed still with my cock completely inside of her until the pain subsided and she started feeling pleasurable sensations and a feeling of fullness.
It was a good thing that I had placed a towel on the bed before we made love because tearing Dot’s hymen caused a lot of blood. Every girl was different. Some didn’t bleed at all, others bled a lot and there was everything in between. Dot was at the high end of that spectrum. Luckily, the towel made cleanup very easy after sex.
Once she had settled, and was moving experimentally against me on her own, I started thrusting and retreating in her pussy, drilling deeper into her vagina with each thrust until I was pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust.
Dot was now feeling only pleasure from our coupling, the pain having pretty much completely left her body. I have fairly decent control, and I was busily plumbing her depths with my cock without taking myself to the edge for about fifteen minutes before I sped up the tempo to make myself orgasm. She was already having small orgasms at that point, so I wasn’t worried about leaving her behind.
Increasing the speed not only increased my pleasure but hers as well. By the time I felt my sperm rising in my balls, her whole body was coming unglued as the waves of a huge orgasm swept over her. I pressed my cock firmly against the opening in her cervix and let my sperm travel through her cervix and into her womb and beyond.
I wasn’t worried about Dot getting pregnant. My instructions told her to either be on some form of birth control or to make sure that she was in the safe part of her cycle. Dot seemed to be good at following instructions, so there was no reason to think that she wouldn’t have followed my instructions on this.
When both of us had calmed down from our orgasms, I rolled to the side, while she remained on her back. I went into the bathroom to bring back a wet towel to clean us both. Once we were clean, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her. Dot asked for two things. First, she wanted to stay the night and make love again, and second, she wanted to do this again.
I told her there was no problem with her staying the night (as I had no other plans), but if she wanted to come back for another visit, then she should refer another virgin girl to me who wanted a similar experience. She was happy about being able to stay, but like most girls, she wasn’t sure on how to approach other girls.
I told her that I had a similar arrangement with Julie, so she could talk with her about how to do it. Julie had sent me several girls already, so she clearly had a method. That pleased Dot because she now had a mentor. I did this with every girl who asked for more visits. Some paid dividends. Others didn’t.
There were many girls like Dot during my time in Angeles City, but after a while, I was getting wanderlust. I considered moving to another country, but decided instead to explore the Philippines further. Because English is one of the two official languages in the Philippines, it makes communication easy. You don’t have that advantage in any other Southeast Asian country.
Dot became very kissy after our first coupling. We spent some time exploring each other’s mouths until our jaws started becoming sore. Then, I shifted my attention once more to her breasts. They were more sensitive now, and it wasn’t long before she was pulling me up and guiding my cock back into her pussy. Lubrication was no problem this time, and my cock sank quickly in to press against her cervix. Our pelvises crashed into each other repeatedly, which resulted in wet sloshing noises every time our bodies came together.
Her lubricating juices were running freely out of her vagina, soaking everything with which they came into contact. It seemed like her pussy had loosened significantly since our first coupling, and the friction needed to climax was somewhat missing. Therefore, it took me a while to achieve an orgasm. Dot, on the other hand, was merrily orgasming the entire time we were coupled.
When I did finally cum, I sent another large load of sperm through her cervix into her womb. Rope after rope of semen jetted up through my cock and deep into her body. Once I was spent, I was completely spent, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning, we took a shower together, where I fucked her one last time. Then, she was on her way out my door. In case you are wondering, Dot did spend the night with me a few more times as a result of her referring other virgins to me. Then, she got a steady boyfriend, and that was the end of that.
I won’t be writing about all of the girls who came to me this way. The stories are too similar and would become boring. I know that some readers think that my stories are too similar anyway. I can’t help that because the stories are true, and I just tell what happened (to the best of my ability). Honestly, these stories might have been a lot less if I had not always kept a journal. It has been a great memory aid.
In addition, I lucked into this situation because of Julie and Sue, so I’m not sure that I could have ever repeated it. However, there will be other stories about other girls. My time eventually came to an end in Angeles City, but not my time in the Philippines.
I have been asked many times if I have covered all of the couplings I had with virgins in the Philippines. The answer is ‘No, obviously not.’ I lived in Angeles City for over twenty years, and in that time, there weren’t many times when I didn’t have girls around. While not all of them were virgins, many were. Many were referrals from other girls, but many were just serendipitous.
Truthfully, there is no way I can recount all of these encounters. First, many would have just sounded like repeats (because why change what you are doing if what you are doing works? Second, I lost several of my journals from when I was living in Angeles City, and my memory isn’t good enough to recount them all without memory aids. Suffice it to say that there was seldom a time without girls in my life, and many were virgins.
Chapter 33 — Jenny
I was still living in Angeles City, but I was starting to tire of it. My job with a major US corporation allowed me to live almost anywhere in the Philippines, so I decided to explore the country a bit. For now, I would keep my apartment, but if I found someplace where I liked it better, I would arrange to have my stuff moved.
I had purchased a larger motorcycle, so I packed up what I thought I would need for my exploration, and set out on my trip. At first, I went over to Subic Bay because I had heard good things about it. Unfortunately, it was too much like Angeles City (except with a navy tilt rather than an air force tilt), so there would be no point in moving there.
I rode down to Manila, but it was just way too crowded for my tastes. I hate being stuck in traffic. There were a lot of young women who wanted to meet American men, but the congestion and pollution were just too much. I headed east and south down to the Legaspi area. That is beautiful country, and I liked it a lot, but I couldn’t see myself living there. It was just too quiet, and like Angeles City, it had active volcanoes looming over it.
After more riding and ferries, I had toured Samar and Leyte and finally ended up on Cebu. The Cebu City area was bigger than AC, but way smaller than Manila. It looked like a place I could try for a while. I checked out the nightlife, but there wasn’t much compared to AC, and what nightlife there was, was spread out all over the city. There were a few clubs on or near Mango Avenue, but nothing too exciting. That was to be expected, I guess. I had already realized that if I wanted to find available women in the Cebu City area, I would have to change my tactics.
I checked out apartments, and comparable apartments were cheaper in Cebu City than they were in AC or Manila. I found a place that I liked that was centrally located, and then I had my stuff moved there from AC. It is good to have friends and connections. Speaking of friends and connections, I would have to build a whole new set in Cebu City, but I liked that challenge. Little more than a week later, all my furnishings and belongings had made the trip to Cebu and were installed in my new apartment and I was settling in.
There seemed to be plenty of expats on the island, although they, like everything else, were spread all over the island. Cebu felt a lot more like an island than Luzon had. First of all, you could drive from one side of the island to the other in less than an hour.
I moved into my new apartment in a good location. It is all about location after all. I had a balcony with good views of a fairly quiet street, and I was isolated enough to not hear the rooster noises and other noises of the city (for the most part anyway). However, my apartment was close enough to major streets to make catching a taxi or jeepney really easy.
One thing I noticed right away was the number of universities around the city, and some were within a few blocks of my apartment. I quickly found the malls, as they were kind of a meeting place for everybody in the city. I liked the SM City Cebu Mall and the newly-opened Ayala Center Mall. There were several smaller malls around, but they seemed claustrophobic to me, so I didn’t frequent them often.
The first girl I met was a student at the University of Cebu (UC), but I met her while having lunch at Ayala. There weren’t a lot of open seats in the café I went to, so I went up to her and asked if I could sit next to her. I noticed her uniform and asked her about it. It seemed that every University in Cebu had a uniform that students were required to wear (except the University of the Philippines). Her uniform identified her as a UC student.
I said, “I’m Pete. I am new in the city.” This wasn’t normally information I would give out, but it felt right with this girl.
She replied, “My friends and family call me Jenny, which is short for Jennifer. I come from a small village up in the mountains, and I am here in the city to try to make my dreams come true.”
“What might those dreams be?” I asked.
Jenny blushed, “I am embarrassed to say what my dreams are. First, of course, is to get a good education so I can get a good job. But beyond that, I was hoping to meet an American to marry and have a family with.”
“Oh,” I replied. “Have you met many Americans while you have been here?”
“You are actually the first,” she said, blushing again.
“Do you have more school today, or are you done?” I asked.
“I am done for the week,” Jenny replied. “It was why I was eating here at the mall. I don’t have enough money to eat out much, but I was celebrating the week being over.”
“It is only Thursday,” I said. “Why is school out tomorrow?”
She replied, “It is Sinulog this weekend, so all schools get out for the festivities.” I didn’t really know anything about Sinulog at this point, but suffice it to say that Sinulog is a religious (Catholic) celebration that is a cross between Mardi Gras and the Rose Bowl Parade (but on steroids and with only a few actual floats). It is crazy and there is a party atmosphere regardless of the religious aspect. It celebrates the Santo Niño, which is a fancy stylized wooden statue of the Christ child that was given by Magellan to the king of Cebu’s wife back in 1521.
I asked her if she would like to see the celebration with me, and she immediately said, “Yes.”
After Jenny explained what kind of party atmosphere the Sinulog parade had, and where it took place, I took her back to her place to get changed, and told her to get one or two extra changes of clothes, just in case she needed them. She went up to her room, changed out of her uniform (though she was still wearing a light blouse and skirt), and came back down carrying a small bag. Then, we were off to my apartment, which was close to the parade route they would take on Sunday. We dropped her stuff off at my apartment. She was impressed by the size and style of my apartment.
We walked over to the parade route, which was just over a block away from my apartment, and the party had already started even though the main parade was still a few days away. Booths lined the street, where you could buy colorful t-shirts (which I did for both of us), trinkets, souvenirs and all kinds of services, food and drink. I hadn’t yet seen the parade, but this was already fun. We snacked and drank along a short section of the parade route, so we weren’t too hungry when it came time for dinner.
Jenny had been flirting with me the entire time we had been together. My feet were getting tired, so I suggested that we get dinner and then go back to my place to rest. She agreed. Jenny had enjoyed her time with me, and was looking forward to the next two days, but her boarding house had a curfew. She said that if she missed curfew, she would be locked out for the night.
I suggested that it would be OK to miss curfew. She could stay with me through the Sinulog weekend. I could tell that Jenny was surprised by this offer, and she quickly said, “I have never stayed with a man before.”
I told her that I thought she was a very special girl, and this might turn into something more. That decided the question for her. Jenny said, “OK, but I will need more clothes for the weekend and I have nothing to wear for bed.”
I told her not to worry. If she was with me, that stuff would all be taken care of. “Alright,” she replied. “I trust you.”
After dinner, we walked back to my apartment. When we got there, I had Jenny remove her shoes just inside the door. I always did that, and I would bring the tradition to my new apartment in Cebu City as well. We went into the apartment to relax. It was a kitchenette apartment with one bedroom and a bathroom. All-in-all, it was a pretty nice apartment, and Jenny was impressed by everything about it. “You live here by yourself?” she asked. “In the building where I live, there would be ten girls living in this same space.”
“I like it, but sometimes it is a bit lonely,” I replied.
“You could have a wife or girlfriend in this apartment,” she said. There is plenty of room for two, maybe even three if the third person was a baby.”
“Do you have a baby?” I asked.
“I have never even been with a man before,” she replied. “How could I have a baby?”
“I was just checking,” I said. “Not everything is as it seems in this country.”
“That is true,” she replied. “There are many who would try to fool others here, but I am not one of them. I am too simple to lie. I would get caught.”
I left her sitting on my bed, and I went into the kitchen to make us drinks. I returned with two iced drinks. Jenny liked the orange juice drink that I gave her. She started out sipping it, even though I knew she was thirsty. I told her there was plenty more where that came from, and she drained her glass. I kept her glass filled whenever she drank more.
Jenny had finally noticed that there was only one bed in the apartment, and asked where she was supposed to sleep. I told her, “Here, on the bed.” Then she asked where I was going to sleep and I told her, “Here, on the bed. There is plenty of room for both of us.”
She looked around and said, “It is a very big bed.”
Jenny leaned back against the pillows and said, “This is really comfortable. What will I wear to bed?”
I said, “I suppose you could wear the new t-shirt I bought for you as a nightshirt, but I usually just sleep in the nude.”
“Oh,” she replied. “I think that I will at least start out in the t-shirt.”
“Are you going to try to seduce me tonight?” she asked.
I laughed, “I thought you were trying to seduce me.”
Jenny blushed, “See? I can’t be two-faced. I always get caught.”
I leaned in and kissed Jenny on the lips. It was a nice, simple kiss, but I let it last for longer than she thought it would. When I broke the kiss she said, “That was nice.” I leaned in again for another kiss, taking her comment as an invitation. This time, my tongue explored her mouth, seeking her tongue. Jenny’s mouth parted, allowing my tongue access to hers.
The second kiss lasted even longer than the first, and by the third kiss, my hands had gotten to know her body through her clothing. When the kiss finally broke she sighed, “Wow.”
I have always thought that the mouth is one of the most sensitive parts of the body. It is amazing what passionate kissing can do to a woman. It can turn on every other part of her body.
Jenny was now mewing under me, moaning and squealing softly into my lips. My hands had found their way under her top to her bra, and it was unhooked quickly. She might have said something, if I hadn’t been kissing her so passionately. But instead, her hands just went around my back to pull me to her.
When the kiss ended, I pushed her top and bra up to expose her breasts, and then lowered my lips to suck a nipple into my mouth. Jenny’s top and bra were holding her arms high against her head, so she slipped her arms out and then removed it all from her head. She had now stripped herself down to the waist, but Jenny was more focused on the lips suckling her nipples. “Oh my God, I have never felt anything like this,” she sighed.
There was room for nothing else in her head as the pleasurable sensations from her nipples overwhelmed her. I traded off between her nipples to ensure equal time for each and found time to suck the soft flesh surrounding her nipples as well. She was moaning loudly by the time I finally moved on toward her pussy. I kissed my way across Jenny’s belly button and then down over her pubic hair as I dragged her skirt and panties down her legs. I left them just below her knees, so they would restrict her movement. That caused Jenny to remove them the rest of the way off of her feet.
Jenny had now undressed herself with just a little assistance from me, and I was concentrating on her pussy. My lips and tongue were playing with her clitoris while my fingers explored the hymen covering her vaginal entrance. There was only a tiny hole in her hymen, and she flinched every time I pressed against it, letting me know there was no way to stretch it without tearing it, so the task of breaking it would fall solely to my cock.
First, I wanted Jenny so completely caught up by the sensations she was feeling that no thought of resistance would even cross her mind. As I licked and sucked her clit and labia, I could see the natural lubrication flowing from her vaginal entrance. Even with such a tiny hole, a large amount of lubrication had already been produced.
When I thought Jenny had already passed the point of no return I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
She replied, “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I went back to work on her clit and labia as I got out of my own clothing. When I was completely undressed, and her body was starting to shake from the beginnings of her orgasm, I rubbed the tip of my cock around in the lubrication in her vulva until my cock was completely wet. Then, I positioned the tip at her vaginal entrance and thrust my cock up into Jenny’s vagina, tearing her hymen and removing her virginity forever.
Jenny gasped as my cock impaled her. Her eyes were closed tightly and tears were seeping from her eyes, but no sound came from her mouth. I rested once my cock was fully buried in her pussy to allow Jenny to adjust to having me inside of her.
“That hurt,” Jenny said when she opened her eyes. “It doesn’t feel as bad now as it did at first, but it is still sore.”
“I know,” I replied. “There was nothing I could do to prevent you from having any pain. You need to know, though, that I did everything I could to minimize the pain for you. You will be feeling better soon, and then you will feel almost nothing but pleasure.”
We lay there, linked together by my cock deep in Jenny’s pussy, until she started feeling better. Jenny moved against me a little, experimentally to see if it was OK and then said, “I think I am OK now, if you want to try.”
I slid my cock out until only the tip remained in her tight pussy, and then I slowly thrust back into her. Jenny was breathing heavily, but she didn’t seem to be in any pain. I tried again slowly, and then I increased the rhythm and depth of my strokes. Jenny’s hips started to rock to meet my thrusts, and my cock was pressing against her cervix on every stroke. “I can feel you all the way up inside of me,” she said softly.
Her pussy was one of the tightest my cock had ever been in, and it was almost a struggle thrusting and withdrawing. The thin lining of Jenny’s vagina was sticking to my cock, and was moving along with it, but her vaginal muscles were gripping and milking my cock as I fucked her.
I don’t know how long we fucked, but it was a long time and very pleasurable to both of us. She was moaning in pleasure the whole time we were connected. Finally, I couldn’t take any more, and I drove my cock into her up to the hilt and held it there, tightly pressed against her cervix. My balls were pumping jet after jet of sperm up through my cock, through Jenny’s cervix and into her womb. My sperm being sprayed forcefully into her womb sent her over the top, and Jenny’s pussy started quivering as she succumbed to her own powerful orgasm, further milking my cock.
When we had both run out of steam, I collapsed to the side, but left my cock buried inside of her pussy. Jenny rolled with me to keep me trapped inside of her pussy. I heard her say the inevitable, “I love you,” and then we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When we woke during the night, I suggested that we share a shower. She looked down and saw the blood spot on the towel below her for the first time. Jenny was embarrassed that she had made such a mess, but I assured her that we could clean it easily. She had obviously never heard of Shout or Oxyclean because Jenny was sure the stain would never come out. It did, and she was amazed.
We went into the shower and I suggested that I would clean her and that she would clean me to get to know each other better. Jenny agreed after some persuasion, and I soaped her from head to toes. Actually, I used shampoo and conditioner on her hair, combing out the conditioner with a big comb before allowing it to remain in Jenny’s long black hair while she cleaned me. Then we rinsed. Once we were all cleaned, rinsed and dried, we went back to bed. It was still the middle of the night, so there was still sleep to be had.
By the way, have I ever mentioned how sexy I think that long, straight, silky, black hair is? It is a total turn-on for me, and it is one of the first things that attracts me to a girl. The fact that so many girls have the hair that attracts me is one of the reasons why I love Southeast Asia (and especially the Philippines) so much.
I lay down on my side, and Jenny backed her body up against me. I have always loved playing spoons with a beautiful woman, and this was classic. My cock started to grow immediately, and she quickly noticed it growing between her legs. I whispered, “Put it back inside you where it belongs.” Jenny reached down and placed the tip of my cock into her vaginal entrance. She then pushed back at me as I thrust my cock up into her wet pussy.
We were once again connected, and I let her set the pace at first. Even though she was a bit sore, Jenny was enjoying herself, sliding up and down on my shaft. I let her bounce back against me for a while as I just lay there, but it was feeling really good, and I eventually started really thrusting into her with vigor.
This round was much more pleasurable for Jenny than the first, and she was already starting to come unglued. I could feel her vagina rippling over my cock every time I thrust into her as waves of pleasure swept over Jenny, and I started thrusting even faster and harder than before.
When I reached the end, I thrust as far as I could into her pussy, pressing my cockhead solidly against the entrance to her cervix, and once again pumped Jenny’s womb full of my seed. She was cumming the whole time I was orgasming inside of her, and Jenny said that she felt every shot of sperm being pumped into her.
We collapsed into dreamland again, this time with my cock still deep in Jenny’s pussy and my arms wrapped around her. I pulled a sheet over the two of us so we wouldn’t get cold during the night. It worked, and we slept peacefully through the rest of the night.
When we woke on Friday morning, Jenny kissed me softly and greeted me with, “I love you, Pete.”
I answered with, “Mmmm…”
I suggested that we go back to Ayala for breakfast and some shopping. “Shopping?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “I will buy you a couple of new sundresses and sandals for tomorrow and Sunday, so you have something nice to wear for the parade. If you are with me, I want you to look nice.” A huge smile appeared on her face.
We took another shower together, but this time, when we were both clean, I faced her to the wall, stretched Jenny’s arms out to support her and pushed my cock into her pussy from behind. She had already decided that she liked being entered from behind the best, and Jenny quickly got into pushing back against me. It was a short journey for both of us as we both came quickly. I felt lightning in my veins as my seed shot deep into her womb, and Jenny trembled and pushed her pussy back toward me as she felt herself being filled.
We cleaned up again, and then we got dressed and headed for Ayala. We had breakfast at a café in the mall and then went shopping in the many shops lining the mall. I picked out a nice sundress with spaghetti straps for her, and she went into the dressing room to try it on.
Jenny came back out wearing it, but she still had her bra on underneath. I told her to take off the bra. She said that it was considered unladylike to not wear a bra in the Philippines. I simply told Jenny that if she wanted to be with me, she would never again wear a bra with a dress. Jenny went back into the changing room and came back out without the bra. She was perfect without the bra. Jenny’s breasts were large enough to fill out the sundress, but not so large that they sagged. It was a good look on her.
We bought that sundress and two others I liked (one of which she wore the rest of the day), and then went shopping for sandals that she could wear with the dresses. Watching a woman shopping for sandals is amazing. You would think that picking out the right sandals would be simple. You find a pair that looks good with what you have on and that fit your feet, right? Apparently not. We went through shoe store after shoe store looking for the perfect sandals, but Jenny eventually found them.
Next, I took her to a lingerie shop for some sexy panties and a sheer nighty. She had gotten a little cold during the night, so I wanted Jenny to have something she could slip on if she got cold, but that wouldn’t cover too much. She picked out some seamless panties to wear under dresses and some lace thongs. Jenny said she had always wanted panties like that but could never afford them. I didn’t have that problem.
By then, it was lunchtime, so we stopped at another café for lunch. During lunch she said, “You will spoil me. I should be cooking for you.”
“Oh, you know how to cook?” I asked.
Jenny smiled and nodded. “Yes, I know how to cook.”
We headed back to my apartment, and she gave me a private fashion show, dressing and undressing in front of me in the bedroom. By the time I had seen all of her new clothes on and off her, my cock was standing fully to attention (under my pants). Jenny noticed and crawled over the bed to where I was laying.
Then, she unbuttoned my shirt, undid my belt and unzipped my pants. “What are you waiting for?” she asked. I quickly pulled off my clothes and lay back down. She had already removed all of her own clothing, and she raised a leg up to straddle my hips.
“I’m not sure exactly how to do this, but I will try,” she said as her pussy slowly lowered over my cock.
“I would say that you have that down perfectly,” I replied. I thrust up into her pussy to complete the connection. I had her squat with her feet flat on the bed next to my hips, and then raise up and lower herself down to get the maximum depth from my cock. She figured it out and soon she was bouncing up and down on my cock. Her hands were on my chest for balance as she drove herself down onto my cock repeatedly.
She bounced up and down on my cock until she couldn’t take it anymore. “My God, this feels so good,” she cried as she was overcome by her first orgasm of this coupling. Natural lubrication was spilling out of her pussy and covering my cock and balls. I grabbed her hips and continued to thrust as hard as I could up into her until my cock became a hydrant pumping my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. Ah, yes… another trip to paradise.
She collapsed on me, showering me with kisses as she did. Jenny was overcome by the emotions that had burst forth from her heart. This was now officially a girl in love (or should I say a woman in love). She was whispering. I’m not sure if she was whispering to me or to herself, but I think she was planning out the rest of our lives together.
No matter. I wasn’t yet concerned with a long-term relationship. I was more focused on a short-term romp with a beautiful girl. I would let her worry about the future. If she wanted to stay with me long-term without either of us becoming a pain in the ass to the other, then that was good too. At least for now, I was really liking this girl.
Jenny got up and went into the kitchen. She returned saying, “I understand why you always eat out. All you have in the kitchen is some ramen and snack foods. It’s a wonder that you don’t starve. She curled up next to me again, and we took an afternoon nap. Then, we went back over to the parade route to munch our way through the street vendors. That was our dinner.
Saturday was spent mostly either in bed, the shower or going to local cafes or the parade route for meals and snacks. I still didn’t have much food in the apartment, and I didn’t feel like spending hours shopping for it. We wandered along part of the parade route again, and I was surprised that there were even more booths set up on Saturday to serve food and drinks as well as trying to sell you everything under the sun. It made for a fun day, but we both walked too much and our feet were tired by the end of the day.
When we got back to the apartment, we decided that we should go to sleep early, so we could get a place along the parade route early in the morning. I hadn’t realized it before, but it soon became apparent that, because the parade followed a somewhat triangular circuit and my apartment was inside the circuit, there was no way to escape the parade even if we had wanted to.
We went to bed early. I would like to say that we went to sleep early, but we made love two more times before finally succumbing to sleep. As soon as we were in bed, Jenny snuggled up to me trying to pull me over her. Who could resist a pretty girl doing that? Not me. However, once there, I didn’t do what she expected.
She wanted me to start fucking her pussy immediately, but I decided to spend considerable time kissing and sucking her breasts and pussy first. Jenny’s breasts were probably a large C-cup, with brown raspberry-shaped nipples surrounded by quarter-sized areolas, as inviting a pair of breasts as I had ever seen. Her pussy was extremely sweet, and I couldn’t get enough of her juices.
I spent over a half-hour suckling her breasts and sucking her pussy before she simply couldn’t take any more stimulation and pulled me up her body until my cock slid into her vaginal entrance. When it did, I drove it home, going deeply into her until our pubic bones were tight against each other and my cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix.
I immediately started thrusting hard into her, not giving her any chance to recover from the tongue thrashing I had given her. My tongue had made her orgasm, but my cock caused her orgasm to increase in strength until it totally overwhelmed her. After pounding her until she was almost incoherent, and then pounding her some more, I pressed deeply against her cervix and once again forcefully pumped my seed into her womb.
We rested awhile, laying on our backs, but then she started fondling my cock, so I pulled her up to the doggie position and entered her pussy from behind. Again, I pounded her pussy hard, and Jenny was pushing back against me on every thrust. After several minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore, and shot my seed deep into her once more. After we came down from our orgasms, we collapsed on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
It was still in the pre-dawn when we woke to find a place along the parade route. I took a small pack that had cushions to sit on and a blanket to wrap up in, but it was standing room only along the parade route, so about the only use the cushions got was when we were too tired to remain standing.
One nice thing about only living a block from the parade route was that we could retreat to my apartment anytime we got overly tired. Sitting for any time along the parade route would get you stepped on or drinks spilled on you. We found that out quickly, and had to go back to my apartment to change clothes.
The parade was a lot of fun. Like I said, it was a cross between Mardi Gras and the Rose Bowl Parade, only hyped up to a higher level of energy. There were lots of bands, dancers and small floats and lots of exotic costumes. I was amazed that anybody could dance all the way around the long circuit while wearing the heavy elaborate costumes they had on.
I’m sure that we missed some groups when we went back to my apartment for breaks, but we caught enough of them to get the general gist of things. Besides, the breaks allowed us to make love again back at my apartment. Overall, Sinulog Sunday was made even more enjoyable because of the breaks.
Because the Philippines is a strongly Catholic and conservative country, and because Sinulog is considered a religious festival by the Church, Sinulog doesn’t get nearly as rowdy as Mardi Gras in New Orleans or Carnival in Rio (where bare breasts are the norm), but it had its wild side as well.
I knew there were a lot of gays in the Philippines. You couldn’t live in AC and not know it. However, the bayots (lady boys or cross-dressers) really came out to play during the parade. They were everywhere you looked. I asked Jenny if that embarrassed the straight Filipinos to have gays openly flaunting themselves in public, but she just looked at me funny and said it was just a normal part of Filipino life. I guess it is just a different perspective of what “normal” means.
It was late (well after dark) before the parade finally came to an end. Every group in the parade had made a complete circuit, so that each ended precisely where it began early in the morning. I knew that it was already past Jenny’s curfew, so I would have to take her back to her boarding house early the next morning so she could make it to school on time.
All that night, between lovemaking sessions, Jenny was trying to (in subtle or not so subtle ways) convince me to let her move in with me. She assured me that she wouldn’t take up much space and that she would treat me like a king, but I had just moved to Cebu, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready to settle down with one girl just yet. I was honest with Jenny that our relationship might develop into something more serious, but that I didn’t feel like being rushed into something. Therefore, she would be leaving for her boarding house early Monday morning.
When we woke on Monday morning, we packed up all of her new and old belongings, and I took her back to her boarding house. I told her that we could meet in the same place at Ayala on Friday if she would like, but she needed to put her focus back on school so she would graduate in a few years. I dropped her off in front of her boarding house, kissed her passionately in front of a bunch of her classmates, and rode off on my motorcycle. I’m sure that I totally embarrassed her.
I met her again on Friday after her classes. We had dinner, and all through the meal, she kept forcefully insisting that I let her move into my apartment. She wasn’t listening to anything I said. I’m sure that some of her classmates had told her that this was the way to make me fold and let her have her way. She refused to just let things play out naturally, and I had heard enough from her.
Instead of continuing to listen to her and getting angry, I excused myself to go to the restroom, quietly paid the bill, went down to the underground parking lot, got on my motorcycle and rode away. I don’t like to be pressured into doing something I don’t want to do. By the time Jenny realized that she had made a huge mistake, I was already moving on to another girl. By the way, Jenny never got pregnant from our couplings, in case you were wondering.
Cebu City had a lot of universities, and every one of the universities had girls who wanted to be with American men (for whatever reason). I enjoyed the next several years in Cebu because there were a lot of available girls to choose from, and no shortage of replacements if one didn’t work out well. Some girls, I wanted to marry, and others I did not. One nice thing was that it didn’t usually take Filipinas long to show who (and what) they truly were inside.
Chapter 34 — April
Now that I was living in Cebu City, I had discovered the world of Filipina university students. It is truly a subsection of the population of the Philippines. Education is one of the only avenues of escape for most Filipinos (and Filipinas) from the grinding poverty that grips most people in the Philippines. The true value of education is that it allows those who have graduated from university to find jobs overseas. To get a truly good job in the Philippines, they need to have good connections as well as having a good education.
Back when the Philippines applied for independence from the United States, the Philippines actually had three options, but few knew that. They could have declared independence (as they did), they could have remained as a commonwealth of the United States (as Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and the Northern Marianas Islands did), or they could have applied for statehood, but that would have required that the country be broken up into at least three separate states (Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao) because of the large population in the country. If they chose independence or statehood, the decision was permanent if successful. If they chose to remain a commonwealth, they could vote to change their decision at any time in the future to one of the other choices (which was what Puerto Rico later did).
The Filipino leaders at the time made their choice based on their own personal best interests (which were to retain power for the elite few without any outside influence) and the Filipino people have suffered the consequences ever since. The average Filipino never really had a choice or a vote. Before the split, Filipinos could travel freely to any part of the US or its territories for work (or for education), but since the split, travel has become increasingly difficult for citizens of the Philippines.
I bring this up because now, education and overseas work are basically the only ways (other than marriage to a foreigner) that common Filipinas can escape the control of the Filipino ruling class. Anybody who has spent a lot of time in the Philippines can name at least some of the families that control everything (government, media, land and business) in the Philippines. A large percentage of the people don’t even own the land their family lives on.
April was one of those who aspired to get a university degree and then find work overseas that would compensate her for her efforts. Inside the Philippines, it is connections that get a person hired and promoted, not just education or experience. That is why you see so many Filipinas with advanced accounting degrees working as common cashiers in stores in the Philippines. Education is valued in the Philippines only for who can be blocked from employment through crazy requirements rather than as a stepping stone to success. OK, my rant is over.
April was a student at the University of San Carlos when I met her. She was working toward a nursing degree, thinking that degree would give her the best chance for overseas work. I was sitting in a coffee shop when I spotted her with her friends. I asked her for her phone number, and she typed it into my phone.
I waited until later that evening to text her. I told her that I thought she was stunning, and that I would very much like to get to know her. I said if she might be interested in a relationship with an American, she should text me back. I hit ‘send’ and waited. It only took a couple of minutes before she replied. Her text reply was simple, “I am interested.”
“My name is Pete,” I said. “What is your name?”
She replied, “My name is April. I’m happy to meet you Pete.”
We texted back and forth for the next few days with lots of questions and answers, always with the intent of getting to know each other better. On the fourth day, I asked her if she would like to meet me. She replied, “Yes. Where?”
I asked, “When are you available first before we set a place?”
“I am free on Friday at five in the afternoon,” she said.
“OK,” I replied. “Can you meet me on the steps between the mall and the garden area at Ayala?”
“The Terraces?” she asked. “Yes, I can meet you there at five on Friday afternoon.”
“I will take you to dinner at one of the restaurants in the mall, so bring an appetite,” I replied.
A few minutes before five on Friday, I was standing on the steps between the Terraces and the mall. It was only a few minutes before I saw April walking toward me. I stepped toward her and introduced myself in person.
She thanked me for inviting her, and she said that she was very happy that I had shown an interest in her. She asked, “What attracted you to me in the first place?”
I said I had to be honest, “The first thing that attracted me to you was your beauty.”
“I’m not beautiful,” she said.
“Pardon me if I disagree,” I corrected. “You are stunningly beautiful.” Her face lit up in a smile even though a blush swept across her face at the same time. It was obvious that she wasn’t used to being called beautiful.
We went to one of the better restaurants at Ayala. The best restaurants in Cebu City area weren’t in the malls, but I figured that this would be easier as a first date.
We sat and talked and ate. Our date went very well, but I knew that it would likely end at her boarding house rather than at my apartment. It was OK. That would come in time if I was patient. April was as smart as she was beautiful, and she asked me a lot of questions that weren’t easy to text. Of course, I asked her a lot of questions as well. By the end of the evening, I think we knew each other pretty well.
I asked her if she wanted me to take her home or if she had time for something else. She asked, “What else did you have in mind? I have the weekend off.”
“I was wondering,” I said, “If you might want to see my apartment?”
She thought for a moment and then replied, “I shouldn’t go with you to your apartment, but I want to anyway. Will I be safe?”
“Of course,” I replied. “I won’t do anything you tell me not to.” That put the responsibility for stopping me on her. If she didn’t say anything, then I didn’t need to stop.
“OK then,” she said. “I will go to your apartment with you.”
We went outside and caught a taxi to my apartment. We took our shoes off just inside of the door, and then went inside the apartment. As many girls had been, April was impressed by the size of the apartment. She asked, “Are you sure you don’t have a wife or a girlfriend? This is too big for just one person.”
I repeated, “I am not married and don’t have a girlfriend yet.”
“Yet?” she asked.
“It isn’t that I haven’t been looking.” I replied. “I just haven’t found the right girl yet ”’ but I am hopeful with you.”
“Oh my,” April sighed. “Do you think I might be the right girl then?”
“Maybe,” I answered. “I guess we will just see how this weekend goes.”
April sat down on my bed, and I went into the kitchen to get some wine. I poured us each a glass and left the bottle on the night stand. We continued our conversation. She asked, “How will you know if you have found the right girl?”
“I think I will use the IKIWISI method,” I answered.
“IKIWISI?” she asked.
“I’ll Know It When I See It.” I replied. “IKIWISI.”
“Oh,” she said thoughtfully. “This is a nice wine. May I have some more.”
I hadn’t realized that she had emptied her glass, and I immediately refilled it.
“Thank you,” she said. “I haven’t ever had wine before, and I didn’t know if I would like it, but this is sweet and yummy.”
“Drink all you want,” I said. “There is more where that came from.”
“So,” I asked. “What do you think of my apartment besides the fact that it is big?”
She looked around, “I like it. Everything is very nice and everything is clean and the bed is big enough for five people to sleep on.”
“Would you like to sleep on it with me?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” she replied. “Am I the one you have been looking for?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Only time will tell me if you are the girl I’m looking for. Do you want to give me time to find out?”
“I think so,” she replied.
“Are you OK to stay with me for the weekend?” I asked.
“Up to you,” she said, “I have never been with a man, and I am very scared, but if that is what you want, then that is what I will do. I had a very good feeling about you the first time I met you, and I haven’t lost that feeling. I want to know if you are my one and only.”
I leaned in and gave her a romantic kiss. It was soft and slow, and I mostly used my lips, only sparingly using my tongue to tease her teeth. She responded in much the way that I have come to expect from an innocent Filipina virgin. April was startled at first, but then she settled into the kiss and enjoyed it.
I released her after the kiss and asked, “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” she replied. “At first I was scared, but then I realized that it felt good.”
“Was that you first kiss? I asked.
“Was it that obvious?” came her reply.
I laughed. “It isn’t all that unusual that a good Catholic Filipina like you hasn’t been kissed. You have been taught all of your life to stay away from boys.”
“I will tell you now, though, that I want to kiss you a lot more now that I have tasted you,” I said.
“OK,” was all she said in reply.
I leaned back in for another kiss, this one increasingly passionate, with a lot of tongue play and hand explorations. Again, she was startled at first, but then accepted the pleasure I was giving her. Her eyes had turned dreamy.
When we broke for air she looked me in the eyes and said, “I am afraid that you will just take what you want and then not want me anymore. I am fearful of continuing this because I will lose control.”
“April,” I replied. “I will stop anytime you tell me to. If you do stop me, then I will take you home with no hard feelings. I will probably consider that you may not want a relationship with me.” I wanted to put the ball in her court, forcing her to be the one who either allowed my liberties or called for a halt.
“I understand,” she replied. I leaned in to kiss her again and she willingly opened her mouth to my tongue. My hands were busy exploring her breasts and her back. At one point, I slowly unzipped her dress down the back. When the zipper was completely open, I unhooked her bra and let her dress and bra fall from her breasts.
April was so caught up in our kiss that I don’t think she even realized that she was basically naked from the waist up… that is… until I pulled her up to a standing position and her dress and bra fell to the floor. I pulled her hands to the buttons on my shirt, and after a short hesitation, she started undressing me. Her hands were shaking, so I know that she was still afraid. Nevertheless, she eventually unbuttoned and removed my shirt as we continued to kiss.
Next, I moved her hands to my belt buckle. There was no mistaking where this would lead if she took off my pants, and yet, she undid my buckle and unzipped my pants to let them drop. This whole time we were still kissing passionately. I pushed my boxers down and let them drop as well, and then I did the same with her panties. When she lifted her feet and stepped out of her panties, I knew that she was now totally committed to seeing where this would lead.
We were still locked in a passionate kiss, so she didn’t have a chance to actually see what was happening, and I leaned her back onto the bed and covered her with my body. Her legs automatically spread open to allow me to settle in between them, so I’m pretty sure that she expected penetration to follow shortly.
However, as any gentleman would, I had other plans. I wanted April to be so turned on that there wouldn’t be the slightest hesitation on her part when I did finally take her virginity. For now, my mission was to slowly warm her up to the boiling point, starting with small pleasures and working toward a blinding orgasm that would take away all conscious thought.
I continued to kiss her as we lay there, and her hips were moving against my cock, so I know that she felt it there, but I made no movements toward her vaginal entrance. After kissing her for a while longer, I concentrated on her earlobes and her neck. My ministrations were giving her a buzz.
When April shivered from my sucking kisses to her neck, I adjusted myself to kiss down to her breasts. Goosebumps appeared on her flesh as my lips and tongue worked their way around her breasts. I avoided her nipples to start with, sucking the tender flesh of her breasts into my mouth instead.
When hickeys started to appear on her light caramel-colored breasts, I moved my lips to her dark nipples, alternating between them and alternating pressure and suction. Her nipples became little rocks protruding from her breasts, begging for attention. I suckled her nipples until she was constantly moaning and begging for more.
It was time to move on because I didn’t want her to orgasm until I had paid sufficient attention to her pussy as well. When I got down there, I found that April was one of the few Filipina virgins I had met who had removed all of her pubic hair prior to meeting me. I asked her about it, and she said one of her classmates convinced her to have her pubic hair waxed away so she could wear a bikini and not have stubble. She said that it hurt when the woman was doing it, but felt really good afterwards. Then she asked, “Don’t you like it?”
I replied, “I do like it. A clean pussy is much nicer for a man who wishes to go down on a woman. It also makes it easier to see what is what down there, and it looks really sexy too.”
“Oh,” she answered. I don’t think she was expecting that reply.
I licked her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris over and over again, spreading her natural lubricant and creating a pleasurable sensation for her. If she was going to say something, it got lost in her throat. Her hands went to her sides as she gripped the bed sheets. Then, they moved to my head, but she was pulling me in rather than pushing me away.
April’s hymen was thin and right at her vaginal entrance. The hole in her hymen was small, but large enough that I was able to stretch it out further with my finger without breaking it. That allowed me to rub her G-spot inside of her vagina, further enhancing her pleasure. She was quickly coming to a peak, her orgasm just a few strokes away.
I sucked her clit into my mouth as a stroked her G-spot repeatedly, and she started crashing into her orgasm. At first, she was just shaking, and then her vagina started gripping my finger (which was only in her to the first knuckle). Then, she went into full body contractions, her orgasm taking over her mind and body with waves of overwhelming pleasure.
I chose that time to slide up and position my cock at her vaginal entrance. One strong thrust was all it took to bury my entire cock in her vagina, pressing inward until it was firmly seated against her cervix. April’s eyes and mouth flew open, but no sound came from her mouth. Instead, she looked directly into my eyes and reached out with her arms to pull me even further into her.
Her orgasm was starting to wind down as I built up a rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing my cock in her pussy. My movement reignited the spark that was driving her orgasm, and she was once again consumed by even more pleasure. I didn’t have to tell her that the pleasure would come back. It already had.
April started rocking her hips, pushing against my thrusts up into her pussy, pressing the tip of my cock even further into her depths. Every stroke was now pressing my cockhead against her cervix; every withdrawal almost exposing my cockhead at her vaginal entrance.
We built up a rhythm, where my cock was smoothly sliding in and out of her pussy, and both of us were fast approaching the edge. When I felt my seed rising in my balls, I pressed my cockhead firmly against her cervix, so that all of my seed would fill her womb. Shot after shot, spurt after spurt, rope after rope of sperm came out of my cock as I pressed it firmly into her. My sperm was pumped through her cervix and entered into her womb until there was nothing left to shoot. I was lost in paradise.
April felt the first of my seed being pumped into her womb, and it pushed her over the edge into an even more powerful orgasm, and wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. She lost all track of time and place, and was lost in in a world filled only with sensation. When her orgasm finally passed, she was left whimpering, “More, more.”
April was addicted to sex now. She had experienced an ultimate orgasm, and she would never be able to settle for less in the future. Her eyes were dreamy and unfocused, and her mouth hung open. In short, she was dazed.
When April finally regained her ability to speak she asked, “What have you done to me?”
I replied, “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” she continued, “I have never felt anything like that in my life. I am filled with love for you even though I barely know you. I am worried that you pumped your sperm deep into me even though I would love to have your baby right now. I am wondering how you are going to follow that up.”
“I’m just glad that you enjoyed it,” I replied.
“Enjoy is such an inadequate word,” she said.
I commented, “It will only get better from here.”
“How is that possible?” she asked.
I laughed, “Trust me, it will.”
April curled up next to me, and then she noticed the blood spot on the towel under her. Until then, I don’t think she had even realized that she had bled, but now she was worried that she had ruined my towel. “Don’t worry,” I said. “The reason why I put a towel on my bed is to keep any messes that occur on the towel and off the bed.”
“Oh,” she replied. “Shouldn’t we wash it?”
“Yes,” I said. “I will wash it in the sink. Would you like to get a shower as soon as we take care of the towel?”
We went into the bathroom, and I sprayed the towel with Shout and put it into the sink with Oxyclean to soak. Then, we got into the shower and I adjusted the water temperature. We soaped each other off and then rinsed and dried our bodies.
Once we were wrapped in towels, I finished washing the soiled towel in the sink. April was amazed at how clean it got and was curious about the products I had used. I told her that some things in the Philippines are just not as good as American products. I had learned a long time before how to remove stains, and this worked well for me.
We went back to my bed, and I wrapped her in my arms. She liked that and was cooing to me in happiness as I kissed her. April wasn’t used to air conditioning, though, and was soon cold, so I pulled the top sheet up over us. That, plus shared body warmth was all we needed to stay warm.
We fell asleep like that, and it was a few hours later before I woke again. April was awake, and she had been watching me sleep for a while. I asked what she was thinking, and she replied, “I was thinking how lucky I was that you introduced yourself to me. I believe that you are my one and only. I love you.”
I never believed in love at first sight, but my attraction to April was definitely lust at first sight at the very least. The moment I saw April, there was the strongest physical attraction I had ever felt for a woman. I could see how this could quickly turn into love.
I leaned in and kissed her, and she returned the kiss with passion. We were still naked under the sheet, and I was soon suckling on her nipples. There is something about a woman’s breasts that pulls a man in.
Many have pondered why men are attracted to women’s breasts, but I don’t think anyone has actually fully answered that question. Maybe it is all of that soft flesh. Maybe it is memories of his time on the breast with his mother. Whatever it is, it is a strong force.
April was moaning as I suckled her breasts, and my hands had already started playing with her pussy. She had been a virgin only a few hours before, but she was now craving the attention that only a man could give her. As I touched and sucked her, April’s body pressed against me to give me better access. Her body had been turned on, and she wanted much more of the same from me.
I moved my mouth to her vulva, and started licking and sucking everything from her vaginal entrance to her clit. Every time my tongue touched her clit, it was like I had held an electric wire against her, and she bucked and pressed her clit to my mouth. If she had harbored any doubts as to whether or not a man should do this for his woman, those doubts had long since left the building.
I raised up and knelt between her legs so my cock lay on top of her pussy. Then, I asked her to guide my cock into her vagina. She hesitated, but then she grasped my cock, rubbed it around in her juices, and slid the tip into her pussy. She kept her hand there for a few minutes, feeling my cock as it slid in and out of her entrance.
By the time she pulled her hand away, she was grasping my hips, trying to pull me deeper into her. Stroke after stroke pushed my cock deeper and deeper against her cervix. This went on for a while until I finally felt my seed rising. I thrust as deep into her pussy as I could, pressing the tip of my cock against her cervix, and let my balls pump their entire load deep into her womb. God, that felt so good. This was definitely paradise on Earth. If heaven felt as good, I couldn’t understand why anyone would fear death. If heaven didn’t feel this good, then how could it be heaven?
Once I was completely spent, I collapsed a little to the side so I didn’t crush April. This kept my cock buried in her pussy without her having to bear my weight. April was busy trying to kiss me, while whispering sweet little “I love you’s” into my ear.
We again fell asleep like that. I was quite happy with how things had progressed. In the morning, I woke to April kissing my cheek, wrapped completely around me, trying to wake me softly, but startling me in the process. Even then, years after my experiences in Laos, I still occasionally had nightmares, and being totally confined (as she was doing) could set one of them off.
I really wasn’t responsible for what happened next. One moment, April was trying to encase my body by wrapping herself around me, and the next moment she found herself flying across the room. When her body hit the wall, she slid down until she was lying unconscious on the floor. I woke quickly, but not quickly enough to stop my reaction. I rushed to her and picked her up. Then, I lay her on the bed.
When she came to, there was a look of terror in her eyes as she asked, “What was that?”
I told her about my nightmares and why I had them. It didn’t matter to her. She was now scared of me. It was amazing how her emotions could turn from love to fear so quickly. She was now afraid to have a relationship with me.
April complained of a headache, so I gave her something for it. She then dozed off for a while, but when she woke, she immediately went into the shower to clean off, and then came out of the bathroom fully clothed. She said that she needed to go back to her room to study for a test. I got us a taxi and took her back to her boarding house. When she got out of the taxi, there wasn’t even a kiss from her or a comment on when we would meet again, and I knew this episode was over. That was confirmed when she blocked me on her cell phone.
I have found that it calms me when I sleep spooned behind a Filipina, but I need to warn girls in advance that they should never try to completely wrap me up and confine me. It isn’t something I want them to learn the hard way. Oh, well. Lessons learned.