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.
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Hi. I’m Pete. Ziggy, as her name suggests, was a unique young woman. She never seemed to fit in back home, so she left. She just got tired of being told constantly that she needed to do things this way or that way (like so-and-so does it). In short, Ziggy felt there had to be a better way to live her life. She didn’t want to follow somebody else’s version of how life should be lived.
Growing up, Ziggy thought she might be a ‘Tom-Boy’ (a lesbian), but she had never really sensed any attraction that direction (or any other direction for that matter). Indeed, others around her were sure that Ziggy she was a ‘Tom-Boy.’ Instead, she just wrapped herself in a shell to protect herself from the hurtful comments that were made by others close to her.
I met Ziggy when she was working in a small store across the street from my hotel. I would go there to buy fresh orange juice and other necessities of life whenever I was in Angeles City (AC). She was a cute girl, but not truly beautiful. And yet, there was something beautiful about her, and it took me a while to realize what it was.
Unlike many of the girls I met in AC, Ziggy had been living here for several months. She knew her way around and knew how things worked on Fields Avenue, where the store was located. She had seen bar girls come and go, and she had heard their stories. She knew that any girl who was in that life would not likely be able to escape it, even if that was what she wanted. Few girls thought far enough ahead to even think about life outside of the bar, let alone acted on those thoughts.
So, Ziggy was what you might call ‘street smart’ and all that might go with that, except that she was still very innocent when it came to men. She hadn’t quite figured out how men fit into her picture of how life should be. She knew she wanted to be in control of her own life, and she was. She knew that she needed to work hard to get what she wanted, and she did. She just didn’t know how to fill what seemed to be a hole in her heart.
I had been using Ziggy’s little store during several of my trips, and she was always very friendly with me. In fact, we had talked so much that I regarded her as a friend. I thought I knew her pretty well. So, it came as a surprise one day when she asked, “Pete, why don’t men want to date me?”
As far as I could tell, there was nothing wrong with Ziggy. Maybe she was a little quirky in her dress or her mannerisms, but her friendliness more than made up for that. I replied, “Ziggy, I had no idea that you were wanting a man to be with you, and if I had, I would have asked you out a long time ago.”
She blushed. “I wasn’t fishing for an invitation, Pete.”
“I know,” I said. “But like I said, if I had known, I would have made a play to be with you a long time ago. What time do you get off tonight?”
Ziggy blushed again. “I will close up at 8 PM tonight.”
“Would you like me to pick you up here at the store or where you live?” I asked.
She giggled. “I just live upstairs.”
“I will take you to dinner,” I said. “So, come hungry. Do you want me to pick you up right at eight, or do you want a few minutes to get ready for your date?”
“Give me ten minutes,” she replied. I could tell that the wheels were really turning in her head.
I was at the store at ten minutes past eight that evening. It wasn’t like it was hard to do, since my hotel was right across the street. Ziggy walked out a few minutes later (what Filipina was ever on time for anything?). She had put on a cute dress that showed off her figure well, and she had a nice figure. Built more amply than most Filipinas, she was by no means fat, but let’s just say that she had curves where most Filipinas don’t.
“Wow!” was my first reaction. I guess that pleased her because her whole face lit up in a smile. I took her to an Italian restaurant that evening. Who doesn’t love the romantic scene from “Lady and the Tramp” where they are slurping spaghetti together and end up in a kiss? So, that was my plan, not to slurp spaghetti together, but to end up kissing.
I ordered a bottle of sweet wine with dinner. That wasn’t something I normally did, but I wanted Ziggy to feel special. She admitted that she had never tasted wine before, but it turned out that she really liked it. I had one glass, but I kept her glass filled all evening, and she finished the bottle. By the time dinner was over, she was a bit tipsy.
It was a short walk back from the restaurant, and I had a choice. I could either take her to the store and help her upstairs, or I could take her to my room. I chose my room. When we got there, I opened the door and took her inside. I took off her sandals and lay her on the bed. Then I lay down beside her. Not wanting the moment to pass, I leaned over and kissed her softly. It must have been what she had hoped for because her face once again lit up in a smile.
“Thank you, Pete,” she said. “That was my first kiss.”
I replied, “I am honored to be your first.” Then I kissed her again. This time, I lengthened the kiss and searched for her tongue with mine. She resisted my tongue at first, but then opened her mouth to let it in. She was hesitant at first, only reacting to what I was doing, but then her passion started kicking in, and her tongue was actively searching for mine.
“Mmmm…” she moaned. Her hands were wrapped around me drawing me to her, and I wasn’t fighting her. My hands were also active, and I found her side boobs through her dress. She moaned again, so I knew that she enjoyed the feeling.
Sometimes it is better to just do something than ask for permission, so I found the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly lowered it. We were laying on our sides facing each other, and her dress fell off her high shoulder. I could see the top of her bra, but I wanted more, so I unhooked her bra and let it fall as well.
Ziggy sat up. “Pete, are you undressing me?” she asked.
I replied, “Yes. Is that OK?”
“I just don’t want to mess up my dress. It is my only good one,” she said, and with that she pulled her bra and her dress off together and laid them over the chair. Up until that point, I had assumed that I was seducing her, but I got the impression then that she had wanted this all along.
She lay back down in only her panties and said, “Now, where were we?”
I kissed her again as my hands got acquainted with her breasts. Ziggy had big breasts for a Filipina (possibly a DD-cup or larger), and her nipples stuck up above them outlined with well-proportioned areolas. I couldn’t resist very long before I kissed my way down to her nipples. “So, this is why the bar girls say they like to have their nipples sucked. This feels amazing,” she said. “Keep going.”
So, I did. I suckled each nipple in turn several times, leaving myself plenty of time in between to suck in her tender breasts wherever there wasn’t a nipple in my mouth. She soon had the beginnings of hickeys forming around her breasts, which gave them a mottled look. She wasn’t tiring of it, though, and she was constantly pulling my head toward her nipples to get them suckled even more.
Ziggy wasn’t just excited around her breasts. Her pussy was soaking through her panties until she noticed and pushed them down and off her legs. A wonderful aroma drew me to her pussy, and my tongue quickly followed. Ziggy was sorry to have my lips leave her breasts until she felt my tongue on her clit. Then, her priorities changed.
Her legs suddenly opened as wide as possible to give me access to her pussy, and I took full advantage. When the evening started, I had thought it was unlikely that I would even get this girl in my bed, but things had taken a turn when Ziggy came out of her shell. There was no doubt in my mind now that I would be fucking her all night long, and maybe many nights afterward.
Ziggy was pulling my head toward her pussy, seemingly engrossed in the sensations she was receiving from my tongue lashing. It was probably the only tongue lashing she had ever enjoyed in her life, and she was taking full advantage of the opportunity.
A dam broke inside of Ziggy’s body, and she totally lost control in a blinding orgasm that swept her away. I had been sucking her clit and using my finger to loosen her hymen somewhat when she went into spasms. It was like riding a wild horse, with bounces and changes in direction.
I had to pull away to prevent injury to my face, and in the process, I slid up and let my cockhead find her vaginal entrance. Even though she was still bucking, her movements seemed to aid my quest instead of blocking me. My cockhead quickly slid into her vaginal entrance, tearing her hymen and sinking the rest of the way into her depths.
By the time Ziggy realized what had happened, I was already deep inside of her pussy, my cockhead pressing tightly against her cervix. I stayed deep inside of her vagina for a moment while her body got used to me, and then I started thrusting and withdrawing in a good rhythm. To say it felt good would have been an understatement.
At first, she hesitated, but then Ziggy joined in, taking charge of her deflowering in a way that was totally Ziggy. I wouldn’t have expected any less from her. She rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, her pussy driving down against my thrusts. Her large breasts were swinging across my chest, her nipples trying to make trenches in my flesh.
I can understand how some thought that Ziggy was a ‘Tom-Boy’ in the past. If anything, it was her dominance. She didn’t play second-fiddle to anybody, even if that other person had just taken her virginity. She was thrusting down as my cock was thrusting up, and the result was a wonderful melding in the middle.
My cock had gone beyond the natural depth of Ziggy’s vagina. The tube had stretched to its maximum, and had nowhere else to go, and her cervix was giving entrance to my cock. If it was painful to Ziggy in any way, she never showed it, and she was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on my shaft, forcing it deeper with every thrust.