“Oh…” she cried out. Christie definitely liked the feeling of my cock deep in her vagina. I repeated the withdrawals and thrusts over and over again, getting faster and deeper with each thrust. It wasn’t long before Christie was rocking her hips to meet my every thrust.
I was nowhere near my climax when Christie started orgasming. Her orgasms were strong, and her vagina was doing its best to milk me dry each time she came. I lasted through three of her orgasms before I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed my cock against her cervix as hard as I could and starting shooting rope after rope of warm sperm into her womb. Even though I had cum in her mouth earlier in her room, I think there may have been enough sperm to completely fill her womb. Certainly, none leaked out of her pussy that I saw. There was blood from her virginity and her lubrication, but not any obvious pearly-white sperm.
When my orgasm finished, I was exhausted and rolled partway off of her. I didn’t want to crush her, but I wanted my cock to remain in her pussy. There is no better feeling. The feeling of your cock pumping sperm into the womb of a beautiful woman is closest that any of us can get to paradise while we are still among the living. Christie rolled with me because she wanted my cock to stay deep inside of her too.
“Oh my God,” she sighed. “I want to do this with you for the rest of my life. Could we do that?”
I replied, “Let’s see how the rest of this week goes first.” With that, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, my cock still deep inside of this beautiful young woman. That’s right. Christie was no longer a girl. She was now a woman. Eventually, my cock did slide out of her pussy, but she still hugged me and held me close as we slept.
I woke a few hours later to the feeling of her touching my cock. It was already rock-hard, so I just rolled over to position myself between her legs. She was still holding me, so I asked her to put the tip into her vaginal entrance. She accomplished that, and I gave a small thrust to seat my cock in her pussy. It didn’t take long before we were thrusting and withdrawing in total harmony.
Before long, we were both orgasming again, my cock pressed tightly into her cervix and pumping more sperm into her womb. There wasn’t as much this time, but it still felt good to both of us. Then, it was back to sleep until the next time we woke. This was how we spent our nights for the rest of the week. I spent my mornings on the base, and then I returned to Christie to make love in the afternoons.
Dinner was always at a restaurant and then it was back to the room for the evening. I always gave Christie some money for breakfast and lunch, and she had a key to my room, so she could come and go as she pleased. All in all, it was a pretty good routine.
By the end of my stay, I would say that Christie was glued to my side (or maybe my front). She had fallen head-over-heels in love with me, but I still wasn’t sure this was going to work. I was on my way back to the US until my next mission alert came through.
I decided that time would resolve the issue one way or another. It did. When I returned to Clark a few months later, I went the Christie’s house. She and her mother were no longer there. A neighbor said that Christie had gotten herself pregnant, and she and her mom had moved to escape the rumors. I went to the church to ask around, but nobody there knew anything about the two women.
I suppose that if I had been stationed at Clark instead of just passing through all the time, one of these relationships would have developed into something more, but that wasn’t the hand I had been dealt. If I had found Christie, and she was pregnant with my child, I would have married her.
Some might ask, “How is something like this even possible? A good Catholic mother encouraging her virgin daughter to sleep with a man she has just met? That doesn’t sound right.”
I will admit that this scenario isn’t likely to occur in any country other than the Philippines, but it has happened to me twice, and I know other guys it has happened to as well. It isn’t the norm, by any means, even in the Philippines.
However, there is an overwhelming need by some Filipina mothers to help their daughters to get married to good men (in a country where eligible good men are scarce). Some mothers will go to any lengths to accomplish that, and Antonia went far beyond the norm to get her daughter married to an American man.
Although I did search, I never found Christie or her mother.