My 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 (even many years later).
Nobody in this story was underage.
Hi. I’m Pete. Lest anybody think I had lost my faith (in spite of what I had seen in Laos), I went to the Catholic church in Angeles City shortly after I arrived on my return trip to the US. I sat by myself praying off to one side of the chapel. Mass was about to start, and a woman and her daughter came over and sat right next to me.
“We don’t see very many Americans here at Mass,” the mother said to me. “I hope that you will feel welcome.”
“I have always felt welcomed here in the Philippines,” I replied. “The people are warm and friendly and have always welcomed me.”
“Are you stationed at Clark?” she asked.
“No, but I am here often for extended periods,” I said. “By the way, my name is Pete.”
“Good to meet you Pete,” she replied. “I am Antonia and this is my daughter Christie.” Antonia told me a little bit about them. It turned out that Christie got her name because she was born on Christmas.
Mass started, and we followed along. I went to communion (although I never felt worthy anymore because I had killed several people in Laos). When the Mass ended, Antonia turned to me and asked, “Would you like to come to our house for a home-cooked meal?”
“I would love that,” I replied.
I can only promise you good food, but I’m sure that Christie can keep you entertained,” she said. Christie chuckled next to her, but said, “Yes, I would love to entertain you Pete. Maybe we can get to know each other better.”
“Well,” I replied, “Since I don’t require much entertainment, talking would be good.”
We left the church and walked several blocks to their home. It was a small house, but well-kept and clean. You can tell a lot about people by how they keep their home. This home showed love and care throughout.
Antonia got to work in the kitchen, and said to Christie, “Why don’t you take Pete into your room so you can get to know each other better?”
Christie took me by the hand and led me to her room. It was a small room with a bed, a dresser and a small armoire. There wasn’t room for much of anything else. Christie motioned me to sit on the bed and then sat down next to me. After we got through the normal back in forth banter of getting to know each other, I had to ask, “Christie, what is your mother expecting from this visit?”
My question took her by surprise. I don’t think she had expected me to ask. However, she was honest and told me, “My mother thinks you are the answer to her prayers.”
“What has she been praying for?” I asked.
“She has been praying for a husband for me,” she answered. “She is hoping that we will get to know each other a lot better while we are here in my room.”
“Oh,” I said. “Aren’t you too young for that?”
“I’m an adult,” she replied. “I have even graduated high school.”
“OK.” I said. “How do you propose that we get to know each other better?”
Christie blushed. “I’m not really sure of the details because I have never been with a man before, but if you lead, I’m sure that I can follow.”
“Are you sure that this is what your mother wanted?” I asked. “And are you sure that you are OK with it too? I don’t want to do something and then find out later that I misunderstood what you meant,”
“Yes,” she said, “That is exactly what my mother wants. As for me, I have dreamed of the day when I would meet a man like you.”
“Why do you think I would be a good husband?” I asked.
She replied, “I watched you praying in the church today before we came over and sat by you, and I knew that you were the one.”
“Christie,” I said, “You don’t even know what I was praying about. What if I were to tell you that I was asking for forgiveness for killing several people? I watched them for a long time, then I looked them in the eyes, and then I shot and killed them. What would you think then?”
“Then I think you would be the perfect man to protect our family,” she said.
I guessed that there was nothing that I could say that would dissuade Christie and her mother from their plan, so I decided ‘what the hell, why not?’ I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was obviously struggling to keep up with what was happening, and I knew that she was telling the truth about never having a boyfriend. This was definitely her first kiss.
There was no way that I was going to make love to Christie with her mother in the next room, but we could still do a lot. I introduced her to my tongue by sliding it between her teeth, and soon she was sucking on it. This girl had potential, but I still wasn’t sure about her.
As we kissed, I moved my hands up to her breasts. She jumped when I first covered her breasts with my hands, but then she quickly relaxed again. Two things were obvious. First, she was totally new to all of this, and second, she wanted it to happen.
I started to unbutton her blouse, but then I whispered in her ear that she should take off her blouse and bra. She hesitated, but then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off over her shoulders. Next, she reached around her back and, in an instant, had unhooked her bra with one hand. I have never figured out how girls can do that. When her bra slipped off of her shoulders she asked, “Was this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” I replied, “That was exactly what I wanted. Would you mind taking off my shirt as well?”
She immediately went to work on my buttons, and pulled my shirt off. Then, without being asked, she undid her skirt and slid it, and her panties, down her legs and off her feet. Next, she reached for my belt, unbuckled it, opened the button and unzipped me. She pulled my pants and boxers down at the same time, freeing me of the last of my clothes.
“Was that what you wanted?” she asked again, smiling up at me while blushing at the same time.
“I didn’t expect that, but it shows that you really do want this,” I replied. “Now call to you mother and have her come in here.”
Christie was stunned. She had no idea that I would want her mother to come into her room. She tried to cover up before she called through the door for her mother to come in, but then I pulled her back on the bed with me and exposed her body.
Antonia was surprised, to say the least. Maybe even shocked that her daughter was laying naked on her bed with a man, but she quickly regained her composure. “What did you want, Christie?”
“It was me who wanted you to come in,” I said. “I wanted to make sure that this is what you want before I go any further.”
“I understand,” Antonia said. “You are a smart man, but this is exactly what I wanted. We are all Catholics, and we know how the Church feels about this, but I hope that the two of you will become a couple. You are a handsome man and Christie is a pretty woman. This (she said pointing to us on the bed) was exactly what I have been praying would happen. I give you both my blessing.”
“OK, is it alright if Christie comes back to my hotel room after dinner? It is much more comfortable there, and we can spend a lot of time together over the next several days.”
“Yes, that is OK,” she replied. “She can stay with you for as long as you want.”
“When will dinner be ready?” I asked.
“I can have it ready whenever you want,” she replied.
“Is it OK if we have dinner in about an hour?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “I will have it ready then.
“OK,” I said. “That was all I needed.” Antonia looked at her daughter, said something to her in their mother tongue, and then turned and walked out the door.
“What did she say?” I asked.
“She said to make you happy, and do everything you say to.” She replied. “She said that if you are happy, then I will be happy too.”
“Your mother is a smart woman,” I said. “Now, come here and kiss me some more.” I smiled at her.
Christie smiled back, and crawled over me to straddle my body before kissing me on the lips. I parted my lips, and our tongues were doing the dance of love. She really liked sucking on my tongue, which I thought could come in handy later.
Her breasts were dragging across my chest, her nipples hard and protruding. Her pussy was sliding over my cock, spreading lubrication freely. I was starting to question whether or not we would make it back to my room before I took her virginity.
I rolled us over so I was on top, and then I slid down to where I could suckle her hard nipples. She had nice eraser-sized nipples sticking out of small areolas on maybe B-cup breasts. All in all, she was a very tempting package; thin waist, rounded hips and nice breasts. I took turns between her breasts, suckling both nipples and providing little hickeys elsewhere on her tender tit-flesh away from her nipples. She was panting in pleasure.
Then, I kissed my way down past her belly button (a cute little inny) and then down to her pussy. As I had come to expect, Christie tried to push me away, telling me that it was ‘dirty’ but then relenting when I reminded her of what her mother told her.
Hers was a beautiful compact little pussy. Other than the sheen that she had produced when rubbing it over me, there was little sign of arousal yet. I would change that. I started by licking along her outer lips until they puffed up and started to open. Then, I switched to her inner labia and the main part of her vulva. Her vaginal entrance was so small that I wondered if I could actually enter her.
I decided to concentrate on her clit for a while with my tongue while my finger rubbed across her vaginal entrance. My attention to her clit was driving her crazy, and my finger was actually making progress widening the small hole in her hymen. I was careful to not hurt her as I slowly stretched her hymen out, and I ensured that my clit play kept her wound up enough that she wouldn’t notice it even if her hymen did tear a bit.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to worry. I was able to stretch her hymen enough to get my finger one knuckle deep without tearing her, and I was able to bring her to orgasm with my tongue. When she started convulsing in climax, I used my finger to rub her G-spot, turning her on even more. Her orgasm got very vocal and very loud. I didn’t try to stop her because I wanted her mother to hear her in pleasure.