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Author’s notes
I have decided to go back and republish the “Filipinas” stories in chapters, so that readers can more easily sort through them in order. I have also made minor editorial corrections to eliminate grammar and spelling errors. This does not replace the stand-alone stories, but rather puts them in a different format that can be read as a book.
These 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. I am not an expert on all things female… nor even all things Filipina. That would be presumptuous. In my experience, every woman I have been with, including every Filipina, has been unique, both physically and psychologically, but then that is just my experience.
Just like you cannot group all men into one generality, women cannot be grouped. What is possible or not possible for each couple is even more complicated. Anatomical differences, both internal and external, personality and attitude differences, likes and dislikes, sensitivity to pleasure and tolerance of pain all come into play when two people come together to determine what is or isn’t possible for each couple. Just because something is outside of your experiences, doesn’t mean that it isn’t possible.
Nobody in this story was underage.
Chapter 32 — Dot
I met Dot because Julie had referred her to me.
Girls being referred to me by other girls became such a common occurrence that I had personal cards (kind of like a business card only with personal information and instructions) printed up, telling girls what I expected and what they could expect from me. Yes, there were some girls who read the cards and then quietly backed out, but most of these referrals already knew enough about me that they wanted an experience with me, and they had already set their minds (and sometimes their hearts) to be with me.
Dot was one of these referrals. She was a friend of Julie, and Julie had told her about me. Of course, Julie hadn’t told her (or any of the other referrals) about the arrangement we had. Every time Julie or Sue sent me another girl, they got to spend the next night with me, if they wanted, which they usually did. I had to make allowances for these arrangements when I was making dates with other girls.
Dot was waiting for me outside of my apartment when I came home with another girl (Baby), who didn’t like the fact that I had other girls waiting for me and quickly left. It wasn’t even noon, so I went up to my room and did some work on my computer (certainly not the way I had intended to spend the day). However, I told Dot to come back at six, and we could explore things together then. It also gave me enough time to clean the apartment, change the sheets on my bed and place a towel in the middle.
As expected, Dot was outside of my apartment at six that evening. I let her into my apartment and gave her a glass of orange juice mixed drink that I had already prepared and had sitting in the fridge in a big pitcher. She liked it. We sat on the bed as we talked and drank. Of course, being a good host, I kept her glass refilled at all times.
Dot became more relaxed as the evening progressed. I had asked her why, as beautiful as she was, she didn’t have a line of guys wanting to be with her. She replied, “Probably because I am too shy and too scared. I tend to chase guys off. I haven’t even allowed a guy to kiss me. That is part of why I came to see you.”
“OK,” I said. Would it be alright if I kiss you now?”
She blushed and looked down while she thought about it. Then she nodded her ascent. I raised her chin with my hand and pressed my lips softly to hers. I started out slowly, as usual, but then progressed further with each succeeding kiss. By the time we were in our fourth kiss, my hands had found their way to her breasts, and I was caressing them softly. By that time, she was already moaning and leaning into my kisses, wanting more. Once my hands found her breasts, I slowly started pushing her dress higher and higher on her torso.
When her dress was above her breasts, I helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves and then raised it over her head. Dot had followed all of the instructions on the card I had given her, so she wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties. The removal of her dress left her completely naked to my touch. I quickly stripped off my clothes as well as I shifted my kisses from her lips to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck to her breasts. She didn’t even notice.
She was already trembling in excitement even before my lips reached her nipples, but when they did, her whole body shook with pleasure. Dot couldn’t believe how good a man’s lips suckling her nipples could feel, and she told me so. “How is it that I never knew about this?” she asked.
“Yes, it is amazing, isn’t it?” I replied. I continued suckling Dot’s nipples and exploring her breasts until both nipples Ankara Escort were too sensitive, her lower breasts were covered with small hickeys, and she was in almost one continuous climax. Once we had climbed that hill, I kissed my way up her body until my cock came in contact with her pussy.
I kissed her softly and asked her to hold my cock, rub the head around in her lubrication (of which there was a lot), and place my cockhead in her vaginal entrance. Then I asked her to push her pussy against my cock. This showed her willingness to continue and gave me permission to take her virginity.
As she was pushing her pussy against me, I quickly thrust my cock into her vaginal entrance, completely spearing her in one motion. This hurt Dot, but I stayed still with my cock completely inside of her until the pain subsided and she started feeling pleasurable sensations and a feeling of fullness.
It was a good thing that I had placed a towel on the bed before we made love because tearing Dot’s hymen caused a lot of blood. Every girl was different. Some didn’t bleed at all, others bled a lot and there was everything in between. Dot was at the high end of that spectrum. Luckily, the towel made cleanup very easy after sex.
Once she had settled, and was moving experimentally against me on her own, I started thrusting and retreating in her pussy, drilling deeper into her vagina with each thrust until I was pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust.
Dot was now feeling only pleasure from our coupling, the pain having pretty much completely left her body. I have fairly decent control, and I was busily plumbing her depths with my cock without taking myself to the edge for about fifteen minutes before I sped up the tempo to make myself orgasm. She was already having small orgasms at that point, so I wasn’t worried about leaving her behind.
Increasing the speed not only increased my pleasure but hers as well. By the time I felt my sperm rising in my balls, her whole body was coming unglued as the waves of a huge orgasm swept over her. I pressed my cock firmly against the opening in her cervix and let my sperm travel through her cervix and into her womb and beyond.
I wasn’t worried about Dot getting pregnant. My instructions told her to either be on some form of birth control or to make sure that she was in the safe part of her cycle. Dot seemed to be good at following instructions, so there was no reason to think that she wouldn’t have followed my instructions on this.
When both of us had calmed down from our orgasms, I rolled to the side, while she remained on her back. I went into the bathroom to bring back a wet towel to clean us both. Once we were clean, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her. Dot asked for two things. First, she wanted to stay the night and make love again, and second, she wanted to do this again.
I told her there was no problem with her staying the night (as I had no other plans), but if she wanted to come back for another visit, then she should refer another virgin girl to me who wanted a similar experience. She was happy about being able to stay, but like most girls, she wasn’t sure on how to approach other girls.
I told her that I had a similar arrangement with Julie, so she could talk with her about how to do it. Julie had sent me several girls already, so she clearly had a method. That pleased Dot because she now had a mentor. I did this with every girl who asked for more visits. Some paid dividends. Others didn’t.
There were many girls like Dot during my time in Angeles City, but after a while, I was getting wanderlust. I considered moving to another country, but decided instead to explore the Philippines further. Because English is one of the two official languages in the Philippines, it makes communication easy. You don’t have that advantage in any other Southeast Asian country.
Dot became very kissy after our first coupling. We spent some time exploring each other’s mouths until our jaws started becoming sore. Then, I shifted my attention once more to her breasts. They were more sensitive now, and it wasn’t long before she was pulling me up and guiding my cock back into her pussy. Lubrication was no problem this time, and my cock sank quickly in to press against her cervix. Our pelvises crashed into each other repeatedly, which resulted in wet sloshing noises every time our bodies came together.
Her lubricating juices were running freely out of her vagina, soaking everything with which they came into contact. It seemed like her pussy had loosened significantly since our first coupling, and the friction needed to climax was somewhat missing. Therefore, it took me a while to achieve an orgasm. Dot, on the other hand, was merrily orgasming the entire time we were coupled.
When I did finally cum, I sent another large load of sperm through her cervix into her womb. Rope after rope of semen jetted Balgat Escort up through my cock and deep into her body. Once I was spent, I was completely spent, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning, we took a shower together, where I fucked her one last time. Then, she was on her way out my door. In case you are wondering, Dot did spend the night with me a few more times as a result of her referring other virgins to me. Then, she got a steady boyfriend, and that was the end of that.
I won’t be writing about all of the girls who came to me this way. The stories are too similar and would become boring. I know that some readers think that my stories are too similar anyway. I can’t help that because the stories are true, and I just tell what happened (to the best of my ability). Honestly, these stories might have been a lot less if I had not always kept a journal. It has been a great memory aid.
In addition, I lucked into this situation because of Julie and Sue, so I’m not sure that I could have ever repeated it. However, there will be other stories about other girls. My time eventually came to an end in Angeles City, but not my time in the Philippines.
I have been asked many times if I have covered all of the couplings I had with virgins in the Philippines. The answer is ‘No, obviously not.’ I lived in Angeles City for over twenty years, and in that time, there weren’t many times when I didn’t have girls around. While not all of them were virgins, many were. Many were referrals from other girls, but many were just serendipitous.
Truthfully, there is no way I can recount all of these encounters. First, many would have just sounded like repeats (because why change what you are doing if what you are doing works? Second, I lost several of my journals from when I was living in Angeles City, and my memory isn’t good enough to recount them all without memory aids. Suffice it to say that there was seldom a time without girls in my life, and many were virgins.
Chapter 33 — Jenny
I was still living in Angeles City, but I was starting to tire of it. My job with a major US corporation 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 available 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. Little more than a week later, all my furnishings and belongings had made the trip to Cebu and were installed in my new apartment and I was settling in.
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 Çankaya Escort 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 (UC), 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 wasn’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.
Jenny 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 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 stylized wooden statue 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 them. She went up to her room, changed out of her uniform (though she was still wearing a light blouse and skirt), and came back down carrying a small bag. 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 walked 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 told her 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.”
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