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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. 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 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 a good education.
Back when the Philippines applied for independence from the United States, the Philippines actually had three options, but few know 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 three separate states (Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao). If they chose independence or statehood, the decision was permanent. If they chose to remain a commonwealth, they could change their decision at any time in the future to one of the other choices.
The Filipino leaders at the time made their choice based on their own 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. 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 the families that control everything (government, land and business) in the Philippines.
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 a restaurant, 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 şişli escort 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 aren’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 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. “You think I might be the right girl?”
“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.
“I have never been with a man,” she said, “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 a 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. However, if you do stop me, then I will take you home and that will be it. I will consider that you have decided that you don’t 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, and 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 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 the 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.”
“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 the 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 into 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 into 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 her, 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.
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