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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).
These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.
Nobody in this story was underage.
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Hi. I’m Pete. I was still living in Angeles City, but I was starting to tire of it. My job 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 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.
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, 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 isn’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.
She 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 balgat escort 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 wooden stature 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 it. 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 went 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 said 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?”
“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. bahçelievler escort 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.
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 came from her nipples. I traded off between her nipples to ensure equal time for each and found time to suck the soft flesh away from 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 clearly 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,” she said when Jenny 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. She 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, and then slowly thrust back into her. She was breathing heavily, but 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.
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 batıkent escort 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 into her cervix. My balls were pumping jet after jet of sperm up through my cock, past 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. 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, 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 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 into 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 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 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.
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