Chasing Paradise Ch. 06-10

No character in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

I will leave it to the reader to decide what is true and what is fiction. I have been around long enough to know that each person decides what is true or not based on their own experiences, and NOT based on what is actually true.

Chapter 6 -- Didi

Didi was an extremely cute girl working at one of my favorite bars on Fields Avenue in Angeles City. I always passed through nearby Clark Air Force Base on my way to and from Laos. Because I often stayed for a week or so before catching my next hop, they almost always gave me contract transit quarters in Angeles City.

It was on one of these trips that I met Didi. She was tiny (maybe 4'8" or 4'9" tall and maybe 80 pounds). I had never seen her in the bar before, but I immediately saw how beautiful and petite she was. I asked the waitress about her, and she told me that Didi was new to the bar, she was 18, and that she was a cherry girl (virgin). I asked the waitress to send her to my table.

When she approached, I stood and said, Hi, I'm Pete."

"It is good to meet you, Pete. I am Didi," she said as she sat down next to me.

"Where are you from Didi?" I asked.

I am from the village of Taraka on the shores of Lake Lanao on Mindanao Island. It is a very long way from here," she replied. "My family is Catholic, but most in the village are Moro, so there weren't any good marriage prospects in the village unless I converted to Islam."

I had no idea what that meant at the time, so I asked, "What is Moro?"

"Being Moro means that they are Muslim," she replied.

I asked how long she had been in Angeles City and how she ended up in a bar, and she told me a story I have now heard many times. A recruiter came to talk with her parents and promised that he would find her work on Luzon so she could send money back to the family.

She had just arrived, and she was very surprised when the job turned out to be in a bar in Angeles City. She had no idea what the future held for her, but she was still hoping that she would meet a nice man to marry. She said she might just look for a good man.

She seemed to be very shy. It may have been because Didi didn't exactly know how things worked in the bars or because she had been raised in a small village and wasn't all that good at English, but it affected her demeanor. For the most part, she was quiet and timid.

These weren't problems from my perspective. Too many bar girls would try to talk your leg off to get more lady drinks (non-alcoholic drinks that cost more than regular drinks). Didi answered my questions as well as she could, but she didn't initiate much of the conversation. After many hours in the back of a noisy Air Force cargo jet, I was ready for some quiet.

Nevertheless, we hit it off pretty well, and after a couple of hours, she was warming up. It probably didn't hurt that I was secretly spiking her lady drinks with a little bit of Everclear (which is basically tasteless when mixed) from a small flask I carried. I liked Didi, and when I asked the mamasan about bar fining her, I got the usual lecture about how she was a cherry girl and how I was not allowed to have intercourse with her (not exactly the language the mamasan used).

I replied with my normal, "I won't do anything she doesn't want to do," and after the mamasan gave Didi "the lecture," we were off to my room.

One of the nice things about living in a hotel is that you can get ice, so I got some on the way to my room. I had some Everclear and orange juice in my room, and as soon as we arrived, I mixed her a screwdriver with Everclear, ice and orange juice. I made a drink for myself, too, but I left the booze out for mine, since I didn't want to get drunk.

We continued to talk while sitting on my bed while drinking our drinks. I think it surprised her that I wasn't immediately trying to grope her because that was what she had been warned about. Anyway, we talked for over an hour, and she made it through four or five drinks before I even kissed her. By then, she was much more willing to accept my advances. Didi was still a shy, conservative province girl though, and her actions to that point had been very proper. I thought this might or might not go well.

I laid Didi down on the bed and proceeded to kiss her and to eventually give her deep French kisses. She obviously wasn't used to this and struggled a bit at first, but she was soon getting into it and kissing me back. Her barriers were coming down. Once she was warmed up and enthusiastically swapping spit with me, I let my hands wander around her body. At first, my hands were on top of her clothes, but then I unzipped the back of her dress.

Didi jerked a little in reaction to her zipper being opened, but I kissed her complaints away and soothed her by saying not to worry as this was allowed. Soon, her dress had been pulled off of her body and over her head. By now, she was really being affected by the Everclear, and she was becoming more agreeable to anything I did. Didi wasn't so drunk that she would pass out, but her judgement was definitely impaired, and she was very willing to let me do whatever I wanted with her.

I switched my kisses to her earlobes, her neck and her upper breasts. Didi was already moaning in pleasure before I kissed her breast just above her bra. When my lips got to her bra, I had her raise up just a little so I could reach around and unhook her bra in the back. Rather than pulling her bra away, I just continued to kiss my way down until I was suckling her nipple with the bra still there below her breast.

In the process of me going back and forth between her nipples, pushing her bra back up above her breasts, and her getting entangled in the shoulder straps of the bra, Didi removed it herself. I leaned back a little to admire her beautiful little B-cup breasts. Anything bigger would have looked ridiculous on such a small girl.

I resumed suckling her nipples and let my hands wander lower to her little panties. I was getting closer to the paradise her body had in store for me. "This might work out OK," I thought.

The crotch of her panties was soon soaked by her juices as I rubbed her vulva through it. She asked twice if this was OK and then let me continue when I said it was. When I thought she was ready, I slid my finger past the edge of her crotch and onto her vulva. Again, she jumped, but she was so consumed by the pleasure I was giving her that there wasn't even a protest for this new move.

Didi's nipples were rock hard, and I had given her a couple of hickeys on her lower breasts before I trailed my kisses down past her belly button to her panties. I didn't try to remove them, and instead licked her through them at first. Of course, my tongue eventually found its way to the leg hole and under the material of her panties.

She was going wild. I mentioned that it would be easier to do this if she would take off her panties, so they wouldn't be in the way anymore, and Didi immediately removed them herself. I was surprised. This is where most virgins drew a line, especially those who had been warned by a mamasan to not give up their virginity, but Didi raised her butt off the bed and slid her little panties down her legs and off her feet.

Now, I could see every part of her vulva, from the little hooded clitoris at the top, past the labia to the vaginal entrance with her thin little hymen shielding the opening. I started by licking her labia to get her totally revved up.

I didn't have to do much before Didi was having a small climax on my tongue, and I hadn't even touched her clit yet. She had juices running out of the little hole in her hymen, and I used my finger to run through her juices to lubricate the rest of her vulva as well.

I started sucking Didi's clit while my finger explored her hymen. My sucking must have been enough to distract and relax her because pretty soon my finger was sliding right into and through the little hole in her hymen without causing her any pain at all. Didi's hymen was soon being stretched out by my finger.

I turned my finger, so that I was stroking what I knew was a sensitive spot just inside of her vagina. My finger was now two knuckles deep inside her vagina. Didi's hymen was still there, but it was considerably stretched by this time. I continued working on her clit and her vagina simultaneously until she had a much larger climax.

I took advantage of her shaking and squeals to slide my finger the rest of the way into her vagina, but I didn't leave it in her. I pulled my finger out of her, so I could slide out of my own clothes. The result was Didi lying on her back, still climaxing with her legs spread wide, and me lying between her legs rubbing my cock up and down her vulva.

Didi was aware enough to again ask, "Should we be doing this?"

I assured her, "This is OK because my cock is not fully inside of your pussy and you can stop me if you want. This feels good, though, doesn't it?"

Didi just moaned, "Mmmm..." in reply.

That exchange seemed to calm her once again, and I continued to rub my cockhead against and into her wet vulva. It is funny how many Filipinas seem to rely on others to know what is OK or not, but I have found this to be true time after time with many of the Filipinas I have known.

Because Didi had just cum, I knew that it wouldn't take much to make Didi climax again. Soon, she was pushing against me, trying to gain more pressure against her clit. Yes, I was rubbing her clit with my finger, but I was also sliding my cockhead down around her vaginal opening, so she would continue her rhythmic pushing against me.

When her climax finally broke, I made sure my cockhead was tight against her already loosened hymen. Didi, was caught in the throes of her climax, and she suddenly pushed her hips down hard against my cockhead. Of course, what little was left of her hymen immediately stretched wide open, letting my cock slide deep into her vagina (which I assisted by thrusting into her).

Since Didi was still in the middle of a very strong climax, she just continued to push against me over and over again, driving my cock all the way into her vagina until the tip of my cock was pushed up tight against her cervix. Didi said she hadn't really felt any pain when her hymen was destroyed (she later said it was like a minor paper cut), and there was only minimal bleeding.

It wasn't until her climax waned that Didi finally realized that my cock was buried deep inside of her pussy. Of course, she panicked, saying, "Pete, we can't do this. The mamasan will kill me."

I replied, "It is too late to worry about that. You drove you pussy down onto my cock. There was nothing I could do."

As Didi mulled this over, I told her, "Now that you have already broken the rules, we might as well continue until you cum again. You should at least have the pleasure of finishing what you started."

She nodded, and I started slowly sliding my cock in and out of the depths of her pussy. It wasn't long, before her hips kicked in again, and Didi was pushing back against me every time my cock drove into her.

Didi was one of the hottest little Filipinas I ever had the pleasure of fucking. Even though she was normally quiet as a mouse, she was a noise machine during sex. Moans, squeals and unidentifiable sounds were streaming out of her the whole time my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy.

I couldn't count how many major climaxes she had while I was fucking her, but it was a lot. Maybe it was just one continuous climax that didn't end. I don't know. Eventually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I emptied load after load of hot semen deep into Didi's womb. I felt like I was deep in a magical paradise, with electric energy flowing through my veins. What a feeling...

I don't think Didi even noticed me shooting my load into her. She was too engrossed with her own powerful climax. Climax I did, though, and before I was done, I'm sure that her womb was completely full of my sperm, all busily swimming around trying to find their prize.

I collapsed on her, and soon she was struggling to breathe. Did I tell you Didi was tiny? Anyway, I rolled off to lay next to her on the bed. After a while, I got up to clean myself off, and then I returned with a damp washcloth to clean her up as well.

Didi was already asleep, but I cleaned her thoroughly anyway. After cleaning her no-longer-private parts and removing the wet towel she had been laying on, I took them to the bathroom to wash the towel and washcloth and hung them to dry. Then, I went back and crawled into bed with her.

Didi was sleeping on her side, and I snuggled in behind her. With my hands massaging her breasts, my cock was soon stiff again, so I slid it between her legs and into her wet pussy from behind. I fucked her slowly this time because she was asleep, and I was able to fuck her to completion without her even waking up. I came deep inside her womb again, and then I just snuggled up to her back and left my cock inside of her as I fell asleep.

I awoke with a start when Didi woke to the realization that my cock was still stiff and inside her pussy.

Didi shrieked, "What have you done?"

I simply replied, "I didn't do anything. You pushed yourself onto my cock last night. Don't you remember? There was nothing I could do to prevent it."

She was stunned. Didi had despair in her eyes when she asked me how she was going to tell the mamasan. I suggested that she not tell the mamasan anything. She would still be treated as a cherry girl and nobody would be the wiser. I had no idea whether or not that would work.

Of course, Didi knew that she couldn't keep it a secret forever, but maybe it would work for a while. It turned out that another American took her out a few nights later, with the understanding that she was still a virgin. When she let him fuck her, she blamed him for stealing her virginity and shooting his sperm into her. Since he was dumb enough to return to the bar the next night, he was then basically blackmailed, and ended up having to pay off Didi's debt to the bar and marry her.

In the meantime, though, Didi was completely impaled on my cock, and we didn't wait long before we were sliding together again in the ancient dance of love. Her tight pussy felt so good sliding on my cock, and because she was so tiny, every time I bottomed out in her, and my cock would press firmly against her cervix. We fucked for a long time before I felt my seed rising. Then, there was no holding back.

It didn't take much of that before Didi was once again climaxing on my rod, and I was again spewing a huge load of sperm up through her cervix and deep into her womb. At no time did she complain of any discomfort, even though she had been a virgin the night before. There was no residual pain from her broken hymen, and I had returned for another sweet moment in paradise inside of Didi.

That was the only time I took Didi out, so all of the happenings after that night were told to me by another more experienced girl from the bar a few weeks later. I heard that Didi did immediately get pregnant, but I doubt that the guy she married was actually the biological father of her child. I put too much sperm directly through her cervix into her womb for her to have not gotten pregnant.

Nevertheless, the guy she married (a staff sergeant in Base Supply) got a good deal when he married Didi. She was a wildcat in bed, while always being submissive and compliant both in and out of bed, and I am sure that her new husband has been happy for the rest of his life. Hopefully Didi is happy too. She hadn't been in the bars long enough for it to change her, and she was basically just a sweet, simple girl from the provinces, so she would probably do well in marriage.

Some guys think that every girl working in a bar in the Philippines is a whore, but it simply isn't true. Indeed, those who have been working in bars for a long time are likely whores, but most new girls have no idea what is coming when they first arrive. Didi was just a nice province girl who found herself way out of her depth. Luckily, it worked out for her.

Chapter 7 -- Suzy

It was on one of my return trips from Laos that I made my usual stopover at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. It had been a long mission, and I had lost over twenty pounds in the process of completing my objectives, so I was feeling exhausted.

I dropped my weapons off at the armory, got checked in at the transit office and went to my room on Fields Avenue in Angeles City. Like usual, I was assigned off-base quarters. I went into my room, undressed, hopped into the shower, dried off and crashed on the bed. Several hours later, when I woke, the sun was setting and I was hungry. I got dressed and left the hotel looking for a decent restaurant.

I decided to treat myself to a big steak and baked potato. My meals were covered by the Air Force, on travel per diem, but I was also allowed to eat in mess halls, so I seldom used all of my per diem. That being said, I usually settled for simple meals or sandwiches when I was off-base. Meals at the base mess hall offered limited choices, but were filling because I could go back for extra helpings if I was still hungry.

This evening, after I had polished off my big steak and potato, I decided to check out some new bars. There were more than a hundred bars in this part of town, so I could probably try three bars every night I was in Angeles City and never go into the same one twice. Most of the bars had girls working there.

After visiting a couple of other bars without finding what I was looking for, I stopped into the Crystal Bar. It wasn't a really big bar, but there were a lot of girls there that night and almost no customers. That was what we referred to as a target-rich environment.

Several girls came to my table and tried to get me to buy them drinks, but I was looking for a quiet girl. I had never given up on finding Eve, the girl to whom I had lost my virginity, but I knew that I would probably never find her. In the meantime, I looked for girls who reminded me of Eve. That was how I found Suzy.

Suzy was sitting alone at a table in a back corner of the bar, mostly keeping to herself. That drew my attention. I picked up my drink and walked over to the table where she was sitting and asked if I could sit with her. She barely nodded her head before bending forward to look at the floor.

I said, "My name is Pete. What is your name?"

"Suzy," she replied softly.

Not much of a talker, this one. I started slowly by asking, "Would you like a drink?"

Suzy nodded, and I called a waitress over.

Then I asked her, "Where are you from?"

She said, "My home is in Tanjay in Negros Oriental."

I asked her, "Where is that?"

Suzy replied, "It is down in the central Philippines between Luzon and Mindanao."

I said, "You are a long way from home."

She replied, "Yes, I miss my family a lot already."

I asked why she didn't go home if she missed them, but I already knew the answer. Suzy explained that she had a contract and that she couldn't just leave.

I asked, "How long have you been in Angeles City?"

Suzy replied, "Almost a week."

I asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She looked up at me and answered, "I have never had a boyfriend, but now I wish I did so he could protect me."

This told me everything I needed to know, and I asked her if she would like to go to my room with me. Suzy wasn't sure if she was supposed to do that, so Suzy asked one of the other girls, who said, "Sure, go with him."

I guess the mamasan was out of the bar at the time because nobody tried to stop us as we left the bar or gave us any warnings.

We made it back to my room in about five minutes, and I sat her down on my bed. I made some drinks, some using orange juice, ice and Everclear, which is pretty much tasteless, so she may not have even tasted the alcohol. I don't think Suzy was used to alcoholic drinks because the lady drinks in the bar were basically just iced tea.

After drinking three or four of the strong mixed drinks I made for her, she was starting to really loosen up, and I was learning a lot about her background and her submissive nature. I was just drinking straight OJ on ice, so I had no problem keeping up with her.

I was also caressing her legs and leaning in for some kisses while we drank and talked. At first, she was uncomfortable with my kisses, but soon she was kissing me back and then we slowly began trading tongues.

I told her, "I think you are beautiful."

Suzy blushed and quickly disagreed. "I'm not pretty," she demurred.

"You are far beyond just pretty. You are beautiful," I refuted. "I would be your boyfriend if I was stationed at Clark."

Her eyes got big, and with that, I leaned in for a deeper kiss.

Her whole body was starting to vibrate with excitement as she got into the kissing and touches. My kisses were getting longer and more fervent while my hands were starting to wander around her body. Although still shy, Suzy was quickly warming up to my advances. Our last exchange about me as a potential boyfriend had her thinking differently about me... maybe I would be a good boyfriend. She had heard the "I would be your boyfriend" part, but not the "if I was stationed at Clark" part.

At first, I stayed away from the really sensitive bits (breasts and pussy), but my touches up her thighs and under the sides of her blouse to touch her back were still having an effect on her. Eventually, I let my fingers brush against the sides of her breasts and felt her holding me even tighter than she had been.

I decided to take a chance, and I reached around behind her to quickly unhook her bra. She jumped a little when she felt her bra loosen, but then she relaxed and once again leaned into my kiss. My hands slid up to the sides of her breasts, and I was soon rewarded with handfuls of her bare breasts. My forefingers and thumbs found her nipples and gave them a little squeeze, and she shivered.

Suzy was doing nothing to stop me, so I decided to push the boundaries. First, I asked her to remove my shirt. She complied, and while she was removing it, I was busy unbuttoning her blouse, Then, I pulled her blouse off of her arms. Since her bra had already been unhooked, it came with the blouse.

Her arms automatically came up to shield her breasts. "I'm not sure we should be doing this."

"It's OK. I will stop any time you want me to," I replied.

Suzy relaxed a bit and dropped her arms. As soon as we were both bare above the waists, I leaned in so my chest was against her nipples as we kissed. I didn't stop massaging her breasts, and I started kissing her neck and earlobes to turn her on even more.

She had her eyes closed, and she was moaning, obviously enjoying my ministrations. Her nipples were hard as rocks when I lowered my mouth to suck one of them in. She gasped in pleasure as I pulled her nipple into my mouth to suckle.

Then, after a bit, I switched to her other nipple. A few rounds of switching between nipples set off her first small orgasm. Suzy shuddered against me and grasped the top of my head in her fingers to pull me closer.

This was my cue to switch gears. Still suckling her nipples, I unzipped her skirt and started pushing it and her panties down her legs. Suzy was totally distracted as I sent pleasurable sensations through her body with my lips on her nipples, so I was able to undress her with my hands at the same time.

Now that her skirt and panties had fallen off her feet, I found her hands and drew them to my belt and zipper. Her hands landed in their assigned places, and my hand went to work on her wet vulva.

At first, I just concentrated on her inner labia, drawing more and more lubricant from her body. Then, I slid my finger up to stroke her clitoris. Suzy's whole body started to shake, but her hands were still where I had left them.

I moved one of her hands to loosen my belt, and she finally seemed to understand what I wanted, loosened my belt, and started pushing my pants and underwear down my legs. I wondered if Suzy even consciously knew what she was doing, since her eyes were still closed, but soon my pants and underwear had been slipped off my feet... and by her. I considered that full consent.

I spread her legs wide and knelt between them. I paused my suckling and raised up to kiss her deeply again. Suzy was pulling me closer to her willing body. Her nipples were boring into my chest, and my cock was sliding up and down through her vulva.

Her legs were alternating between squeezing me and spreading as far apart as she could manage. Suzy had succumbed to the pleasure that coursed through her body and was doing everything she could to draw me into her body.

I complied with her apparent wishes when my cockhead landed in her vaginal entrance, and I pushed through her hymen with one quick stroke. Her whole body jerked, and it was everything I could do to maintain my seat in her creamy pussy. Suzy soon settled down when she realized that I had already filled her with my cock and her virginity was lost.

I held still for a few minutes before I started thrusting further into her depths. Though Suzy thought I was already buried in her pussy, only about half of my cock was inside of her love tunnel. However, I pushed deeper with every thrust until my cockhead pressed repeatedly against her cervix.

Now Suzy knew that she was truly being fucked, as I slid my cock in and out of her. Her knees raised up around my waist as I continued to drive my cock deeply into her, and her actions only served to draw me in even more. I was happy to oblige as I pounded her cervix with my cock. Every thrust wedged the tip of my cock a little tighter against the opening in her cervix, causing the entrance to spread a bit. I felt her cervix squeezing my cockhead as I held it in its deepest yet penetration.

Suzy was feeling pain at first as my cock pressed against her cervix, but the pain lessened as I held firm. I used short strokes to rub my cockhead against the entrance to her cervix until she could fully tolerate my strokes in and out of her depths.

I slowly resumed my long strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her pussy and pushing all the way into her depths. She finally got used to this new sensation, and soon she was once again pushing back against every thrust. Suzy was rocking her hips, trying to meet me to pull me even deeper.

Suzy's wail started low and got louder as her mind and body slowly came unglued. Pretty soon, I was worrying that the other guests at the hotel would start complaining about the noise. I placed my hand over her mouth to quiet her as I started shooting long ropes of hot sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb.

My climax pushed her over the edge, and her vagina was soon spasming uncontrollably around my cock. Our orgasms came to an end about the same time, and I collapsed over her and rolled to the side so we were still facing each other but neither of us was being smashed (not that I would have been in any danger of her smashing me).

We fell asleep in that position, and gradually my cock slid back out of her pussy. Neither of us woke up until the alarm I set went off in the morning.

"Good morning, Beautiful," I said to her as she struggled to open her eyes.

"Mmmm..." she replied. "I think I will be in trouble when the mamasan finds out we had sex."

"Don't worry about it," I replied. "Just don't tell her."

Suzy thought about it for a minute, and then said, "OK."

I had given myself enough time in the morning that we could have another round, but this time she wasn't at all drunk (maybe a little bit hung over). I leaned over and kissed her deeply and she responded to me. Kissing led to fondling and suckling her nipples, and soon I was sliding my cock back into her pussy.

"Ouch," she cried. That still hurts from last night."

"Don't worry," I replied. It will get better the more that we do it."

"Really?" she asked. "It certainly doesn't feel better yet."

"Sometimes you have to push through the pain to get to the pleasure later," I said.

I kept thrusting softly into her depths until Suzy finally starting thrusting her hips back at me. After that, it wasn't long before both of us were once again climaxing, me shooting hot, sticky sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb, and her spasming around my cock. After we recovered, I told her that I needed to go to the base, and that she would have to leave my room while I was gone.

I told her, "You can come back to my room later in the afternoon, if you want."

She said, "I need to go back to my room to check in with the other girls before I do anything else with you."

I replied, "OK, but if you aren't waiting here for me when I return, I will assume you aren't coming."

We went into the shower together to clean up. Then, we got dressed and both headed out. She wasn't there in the afternoon, so I guess something or somebody prevented her from coming back. Oh well. Sometimes paradise is very fleeting and then is gone.

Chapter 8 -- Girlie

I was on my fifth mission into Laos when I met Girlie. Girlie was working at a small store between Fields Avenue and the Clark Air Force Base gate, where I would often stop for a short break on my way onto the base. It was always early morning when I stopped, and there weren't many places open yet. I usually got a blended mango drink before continuing on.

It was Girlie who would make my drink for me every morning. We talked while she was cutting the fruit and mixing the drink, so I got to know her a bit. I had actually talked with Girlie several times before. But it wasn't until this trip that it progressed from just talk. Girlie had lived in Pampanga (the area around Angeles City) all of her life. Her dad was a poor farmer, and her mother raised their ten kids.

When Girlie graduated from high school, her parents told her that she needed to get a job to help support the family, and of course, she obeyed. However, finding a job wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Sure, if she wanted to work in a bar, that would be easy. The bars were always looking for pretty new girls, but that wasn't what Girlie wanted.

So, even though this job didn't pay much, she thought that it might lead to better things later on. You never knew who you might meet working in a place like this, and Girlie was very friendly to all of her customers. The other benefit of her job was that she could live in a small room above the store, and she didn't have to answer to anybody as to what time she went to her room. She just had to be in the store early enough to open it every morning. She got one day off a week.

By this time, I had a bit of experience with Filipinas, and I was very attracted to Girlie. She was working; she spoke English well; she was beautiful; she was obviously a virgin; she had black shiny hair down past her butt; and (from what I could see with her conservative clothes) she had a nice body. I was 19, so my criteria (for attraction to girls) weren't all that complicated. From our talks, I found out that she was open to dating an American, so one morning when I stopped in, I asked her to go to dinner with me.

She looked up from the drink she was finishing and said, "OK. I am off at four in the afternoon. What time do you want to go and where would you like to meet?"

"I will meet you in front of the store at five. That will give you enough time to freshen up," I replied.

As Girlie handed me my drink, she said, "That sounds good. I will see you then."

I headed off to the gate as I finished off my drink. Once I was on-base, I checked in and went on my morning run. Every morning, I had to run either five or ten miles (I was given a schedule). The entire run was on the base, which was easy to do because Clark was huge. Even most people who were stationed there had no idea how big it was.

After my run, I went to the base gym for a shower. I had dropped off a change of clothes there before I started my run. Then, I was off to the chow hall for breakfast. Even though I was on travel per diem (which would pay for meals off-base), I was also allowed to eat at any military chow hall I came across. I lost a lot of weight on missions, and the Air Force wanted to make sure that I maintained my weight (which was normally around 185 to 190 pounds) over time. Next was a quick stop at the headquarters building to check in.

After a big breakfast, I went to the armory at Base Security Police to pick up my weapons. Then, I went by shuttle van to the special rifle range that had been set up for the members of my unit. It took about a half hour to get to the range, and then the driver had to wait for over two hours while I fired my weapons.

First, there was my Remington 700 scoped bolt-action rifle chambered for.300WM. At the time, this was one of the flattest shooting rounds in the world, and I was accurate out past 1000 meters. I carried this weapon for targets of opportunity, which meant any NVA officer over the rank of colonel or any interesting foreign target.

After my rifle was completely tuned and cleaned, I went to an attached pistol range, where I fired my Colt.45ACP Model 1911 semi-automatic pistol. I was extremely accurate with both weapons, but in reality, the only reason I carried the pistol was to ensure that I wasn't ever captured alive by the NVA. The Scouts knew what the NVA would do if we were ever captured, and I was determined that I wouldn't ever be captured alive.

After my weapons were cleaned and back in their cases, we took the long drive back to Security Police. By the time I was done checking in my weapons at the armory, it was time for lunch at the chow hall.

I have to say that I was almost always hungry from the insane amount of exercise I did every day. It seemed like I was always working on a calorie deficit, so I didn't skimp on meals and Air Force chow halls were basically on an all-you-can-eat basis.

After lunch, I went back to the gym for a workout and another shower. Then, I went to the BX to pick up a few things I needed. While I was there, I decided to pick up a nightie for Girlie, just in case I got lucky with her. There was also a small case with flowers in it there at the BX, so I picked a rose for her as well.

I was in front of the little store at 1700 hours, waiting for Girlie. Anybody who knows anything about Filipinas knows that they have their own time. It is very rare that a Filipina is early for something or even on time. They run on Filipina Time, which is at least 5 to 30 minutes late... always.

So, I wasn't surprised that Girlie wasn't waiting for me. I didn't have too long to wait, though, and she came strolling out of the store about five minutes after our appointed meeting time. She came to my side, I gave her the rose, she smiled, and we walked to my hotel on Fields Avenue. I told her I needed to drop some stuff in my room before we went to dinner.

We went to my room, and she liked what she saw. "This is really nice," she said. "How do you rate such a beautiful room?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Just luck of the draw I guess."

She said, almost in a whisper, "I would love to stay in a room like this. My room isn't much bigger than your closet."

Feeling bold, I replied, "You can if you want, but let's see how dinner goes first."

Girlie blushed and said, "OK. We'll see."

I could almost see the wheels spinning in her head. She was judging whether or not I would make a good husband. Of course, with my job, I had no immediate plans for marriage, but there was no need to tell her that.

We went to a nice restaurant a few blocks from my hotel, and we talked a lot before, during and after dinner. I ordered wine with dinner, so Girlie loosened up considerably during the course of the evening. I learned that she dreamed of marrying an American, and that she would like to move to the United States with her husband. I learned that she wanted to have a large family, but maybe not as many children as her mom had. Finally, I learned that she was willing to take risks if she could be with the right man.

I asked her, "Am I the right man?"

"Maybe," Girlie replied, and she promptly blushed again.

When we were finished with dinner, I paid the bill and we walked back toward my room. I asked her, "Would you like to come up to my room for a while?"

"What would we do there?" she asked.

"Hopefully, we can get to know each other a lot better," I replied.

Girlie was hesitant, but after some discussion, she nodded her agreement. We got to my room, and I was soon closing and locking my door behind us after we entered. She asked if she could use the CR (what Filipinos call a bathroom), and I turned the light on for her.

"Feel free to freshen up if you wish," I said as she entered the bathroom.

After about five minutes, Girlie came out of the bathroom. I was laying on my bed waiting for her. I tapped the bed next to me, and although she again hesitated, she came over and lay down next to me.

I looked at her and said, "You are so beautiful."

Again, she blushed and replied, "I'm not beautiful. There are many girls who are much prettier than I am."

"I have to disagree," I said, and then I leaned over to give her a kiss. Girlie was a typical Filipina in that she had never even kissed a boy before, so she had no idea what to do. At first, it was awkward, with her not knowing how to position her head and bumping noses, but with my guidance, she was soon enjoying her first romantic kiss.

I didn't want to scare her, so I took it slow. It was several minutes into our kisses before I introduced her to my tongue in her mouth. Her first reaction was to withdraw, but I held her tight, and her tongue was soon dancing with mine. Girlie was obviously starting to enjoy this new experience.

When I broke the kiss, I asked, "What are you doing for the rest of your life?"

Her eyes got big, and she asked, "What do you mean?"

"I think I could happily spend the rest of my life lying in bed loving you," I replied.

Girlie immediately kissed me again. This time, she was the aggressor, with her tongue diving into my mouth, her teeth softly biting my lips and a lot of swapping spit. Girlie had a very sweet mouth, and it was hard for me to get enough.

"Do you mean that?" she asked when we broke the kiss.

"Of course," I replied.

"But we don't know each other that well," she stated.

"Then let's get to know each other better," I said.

With that, I kissed her deeply while I slid my hands down to the bottom hem of her dress, and moved them up her thighs until they were resting on her panty-covered bottom.

"Mmmm..." she responded and kissed me again. Girlie was shivering from excitement. She had decided that she wanted to marry me, and she would do whatever I wanted, if it helped her to achieve that goal.

My hands massaged her bottom and up her back under her dress. There wasn't much room under her dress, so I slowly pulled the dress zipper down her back. At first, Girlie resisted and blocked my hands, but after a while she submitted to my wishes and allowed her zipper to be fully lowered. Then, I unhooked her bra, all while I was smothering her in kisses. Each step found her hands blocking mine, but then letting me have my way. Her resistance was fading fast.

I broke the kiss and kissed my way to her earlobes and then down to her neck and beyond. Her dress was much looser at this point, so it didn't take much effort for my lips to find her nipples. I swear that when I sucked the first nipple into my mouth, Girlie sucked half of the air out of the room.

"Oh my God," Girlie whimpered. "That feels so good. Should we be doing this?"

"Do you want me to get to know you better?" I asked.

"Yes, if you might want to be my husband," Girlie replied.

"Then we should be doing this," I said.

Girlie was moaning loudly as I switched between her nipples, spending a good amount of time on each side before moving on. I sat her up. Her dress was mostly up around her waist, and I pushed it up until she let me slide it up and off over her head. Her bra came along with it, so she was left with only her panties still on.

I didn't let her have too much time to think about the situation, though, as I was busy suckling her breasts. I asked her to remove my shirt, which she did. Then, I loosened my belt and unzipped my trousers, and Girlie helped to push my pants and my underwear down off of my feet.

The only piece of clothing left was her panties, but I knew that a lot of Filipinas see their panties as some sort of shield. They feel they are safe as long as their panties still cover their pussy. Silly, I know, but that is how they see it. Therefore, I left her panties on her while I continued to suckle her breasts and rubbed her vulva through her panties.

Even then, she started to object, saying, "We can't have sex unless we are married."

I replied, "We aren't having sex. I am just touching you and you are in control. This is OK."

"OK," she replied almost in a whisper. "Just touching."

I continued to rub her vulva through her panties until they were thoroughly soaked, and then I slid my finger through the leg hole to rub her vulva directly. I had been avoiding her clitoris until then, but once my finger was directly against her flesh, I used it to fully stimulate her. I soon had her shaking from the feelings she was experiencing from her clit.

As Girlie's body and mind went into total meltdown from her orgasm, I moved down her body until my mouth was in line with her vulva. I pulled her panties to the side, and dove in with my tongue. She gasped again, but did nothing to stop me. As she was overcome by pleasure, I slowly pulled her panties away from her crotch until they were behind my head and around her knees. That was restricting her ability to move, and she kicked them completely off without me prompting her.

"Oh my God," Girlie cried as her thighs squeezed my head. "That feels so good. Please, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping, so I continued sucking her clit and exploring with my fingers. I had already discovered her hymen. It was almost an inch inside of her vaginal entrance. That meant that I could run my index finger in far enough without tearing it to rub (what I now know was) her G-spot while I sucked her clit. My other hand was busy pinching and rolling her nipples.

I seriously doubt that Girlie was thinking about anything other than the pleasure she was feeling. Her next climax came crashing down over her like a tsunami, drowning out all conscious thought. I rubbed her clit as I slid up over her until my cockhead was seated firmly in her vaginal opening. Then, with one strong thrust, my cock broke through her hymen and drove deep into her pussy in the middle of her orgasm.

Her eyes popped open, and I'm sure she would have screamed if I hadn't kissed her deeply just before I thrust. Once my cock was solidly lodged in her, and she had calmed a bit, I paused and let her speak.

"What have you done?" Girlie asked.

"You said don't stop, so I thought you wanted this," I said.

"No. I didn't," she replied.

"Oh. Well it is too late now. There is no putting your virginity back," I said.

With that, I slowly pushed my cock a little bit further into her pussy. "We might as well continue, so you can at least experience the pleasure after the pain." I was letting my cock slide in and out of Girlie's pussy in short strokes now, pushing in a little further with each thrust.

"I guess it is too late to go back. Did you mean what you said about wanting to stay with me?" she asked.

"Of course. There is no place I would rather be than here with you," I replied.

"OK. Then do it," Girlie said.

On my next short thrust, Girlie's hips rocked up to meet me, and soon we were doing the full dance of love. I was almost coming out of her pussy before driving back into her depths. My cock then bumped into her cervix, which seemed to cause her some more pain. That was especially because my cock didn't just bump into her cervix once. I was not yet bottomed out in her pussy, and I still had another inch or more to push into her before I was bottomed out.

Eventually, my cock stretched her vagina to its limit, and pressed against the entrance to her cervix. My cockhead was lodged firmly in her depths. The pain soon passed for her, and I was able to repeatedly drive my cock in to its fullest extent. The pace picked up again, and Girlie was thrusting back at me as enthusiastically as I was thrusting into her.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my cock was shooting long ropes of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb as I climaxed. It felt like it would never end. She pulled me into her and held on like her life depended on it as I pumped spurt after spurt of sperm deep into her womb. Girlie didn't cum that first time, probably because of the pain of initial penetration, but that wouldn't be the case in the future.

When we recovered, I asked her if she was OK.

She replied, "I think so. My mother told me that this is what a woman's body is meant for." Girlie asked, "Are you going to be there for me when I have your children?"

I replied, "All I know is that I will be here this week. I am heading for the war, so I don't know what my long-term future holds, but I should be coming back through Clark in a few weeks."

That wasn't the answer she was hoping for, but Girlie thought she could work through it if I would try to be there for her. I told her I would. I asked if she would like to spend the night. She said she had nothing to wear to bed, so I pulled out the baby doll nightie I had bought for her.

Girlie gave me a funny look and asked, "Were you planning this all along?"

"No," I replied. "I was just hoping."

Girlie realized that her pussy was a mess, with cum and natural lubrication mixed with blood running out of her. I told her that we should get a shower before we went to bed, and she agreed. I don't think she anticipated that I would get in the shower with her, but she had never used a real shower with warm water before, so I needed to show her how to use it. Real showers with water heaters weren't common in Filipino homes.

We got in and I started soaping her up. Girlie was really enjoying the warm water, and she said, "You are pampering me."

"Of course," I replied. "You're worth it."

Girlie got on her tip toes and kissed me. The shower took quite a while, so it was good that the hotel had lots of hot water. We scrubbed each other thoroughly before drying off and going back to the bed.

Girlie looked at the nightie and said, "There isn't much to this. You can see right through it."

"That is fine by me," I replied. She smiled.

I always slept in the nude unless I was in the jungle, so it was easy for me to get ready for bed. Girlie slipped the nightie on and snuggled up to me under the sheet. Luckily, we hadn't made too much of a mess in the bed, so neither of us had to sleep in a wet spot.

The two things that I never seemed to get enough when I was in the Air Force of were food and sleep, and I quickly succumbed to sleep. I was snuggled up against the back of Girlie's warm body, so that probably aided in my slumber. It was about 0400 hours when I woke. Girlie was breathing heavily next to me, with her backside tight up against me.

My cock had slipped between her legs, and was up against her pussy. It didn't take long before my cock was rock hard again, and it was sliding along in her wet vulva. When it settled into her vaginal entrance, I pushed a little and the head slipped inside again. God, it felt good to be back in paradise.

Soon, I was sliding my cock in and out of her depths, and it wasn't long before she woke and realized what was happening.

"Again?" she asked.

"I can't help it," I answered. "You are just so sexy, and I think I'm falling in love with you."

With that, she pushed back against my cock as I thrust into her. It must have felt good to her because she pushed harder and harder against me until I was hearing sloshy sounds coming from her pussy. She was moaning the way she had when I was eating her pussy the evening before, and I could tell she was getting close to her climax.

She once again went into total meltdown about the same time that I started shooting load after load of hot sperm deep into her womb. I'm not sure how long her climax or my climax lasted, but it seemed like a long time. I fell asleep with my cock still deep inside her, and I'm pretty sure she fell asleep too.

We woke to my alarm. She needed to get to work, so she quickly showered and left. I didn't even get a chance to have her again before she was gone. All I got was a kiss. I showered and then went to the store to get my mango drink. She had it ready and waiting when I got there.

As always, we were the only ones in the store. We talked for a bit, and I told her I would pick her up at four that afternoon. Then I headed for the base for my duties. That afternoon, Girlie was waiting when I arrived at four. We went straight to my room. As soon as we were inside my room, she was all over me

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"I couldn't think of anything else all day," I replied.

Girlie was lying on top of me, and the next five minutes was one long kiss after another. Eventually, we had taken each other's clothes off, and after eating her out and making her lose her mind, we were soon fucking like bunny rabbits again. One advantage to staying in a hotel was that the bed linens got changed pretty much every day, so we had clean sheets. This time, we wouldn't mess them up nearly as bad as the first night. I was soon pumping load after load of sperm into her womb again, and she was moaning and squealing in pleasure as another climax hit her.

That night, I didn't get much sleep because Girlie seemed to want to break a world record for fucking the most times. I lost track of how many times we did it that night, but I'm sure I didn't have much more sperm left in my body. The alarm woke us up the next morning again, but this time Girlie straddled me and wouldn't let me get up until I had cum deep in her womb again.

Not that I was complaining, though. I was on a pretty loose schedule, so as long as I got my running, exercise and shooting in every day, I was good to go. The rest of my stay at Clark followed the same pattern, but we weren't trying for any records after that second night. When I found out that I would be flying the next day, I had to tell Girlie. She was very upset. She hadn't realized that I would be leaving so soon, and she didn't want this to end.

The last night before I left was another all-nighter. She was even more affectionate than usual. In the morning, though, there were many, many tears before I could leave. I told her that I would try to let her know when I got back.

Girlie said, "You had better come back. I love you."

I laughed. It would be nice to have so much control over my life that I would know for sure that I would be returning. When I told her that, she cried once again. Girlie kept asking me what I actually did, but my job was classified, so I couldn't tell her. All I could say was that I did some very dangerous things for my country. With that, I headed for the base terminal and on to Thailand.

Weeks later, when I returned to Clark after my mission in Laos, Girlie was no longer at the store. I asked why, and the new girl said she had no idea what had happened to Girlie. This was common in the Philippines as they always had more people than jobs. Although I looked for her, I had no way to contact Girlie again.

Chapter 9 -- Peaches

I have often wondered how Filipinas (and Filipinos for that matter) got their names or nicknames. There seemed to be a bottomless barrel where Filipinos picked out the names for their children. Peaches was an example of that. I doubt that her parents had ever even seen a peach.

Anyway, I had just returned from another mission along the Ho Chi Minh Trail, and I was thankful to be alive and even more thankful to be resting up a little bit at Clark Air Force Base (Angeles City) in the Philippines.

This had been an exceptionally hard trip, and in addition to the horrors I had seen, I had been behind enemy lines for longer than usual. I was in the AO so long that I had actually run out of food during my mission. Therefore, I had lost a lot of weight, and I had to get it back to my original body mass. Thus, the stopover at Clark was crucial to my full recovery.

Every trip behind enemy lines had its physical and psychological hazards, and this trip was worse than most. My job was twofold. I was to identify targets of value for the US Air Force and I was to take out any targets of opportunity (NVA colonels or higher and any foreign officials or military) that presented themselves.

As part of this, I would travel mostly at night after being dropped into an area some kilometers from my AO (because the place was crawling with NVA) and lay in a hide to reconnoiter during the day. I might change locations three or four times during a mission, creating a new hide each time. Trips would usually last anyplace from five to twelve days, depending on what I found and how far from my AO (area of operation) I was dropped.

Trips always included a lot of night travel, which is scary as hell when there are so many enemies around. Days would be spent in a "hide" (hopefully in a place where I had a good view for a long distance). It was not ever safe to travel during the daytime.

On this particular trip, I had set up on the military crest of a ridge overlooking a deep valley with several primitive roads and trails running through it. There was quite a bit of activity in the valley which I noted, but what really caught my attention wasn't moving.

What caught my eye was out in the middle of an abandoned rice paddy. It was a man who had been strapped to a large wooden T-bar (with his arms stretched out on the cross piece as if crucified). He was obviously a large man (probably an American), and he had been basically skinned alive (flayed) while hanging there, and they had cut most of his fingers off. There was no way to identify him. Besides the fact that he had no skin, he was covered in flies. This was exactly why I would never allow myself to be captured alive.

In addition, the mission lasted for over fourteen days because I had to be dropped further than normal from the AO. I was totally exhausted by the time I got back to NKP in Thailand and debriefed. I wanted the entire area to be obliterated by B-52's, so I identified three villages near the crucifixion site as large concentrations of enemy forces. The place was an Arc Light target three days after I got back to Thailand. I have no idea how many hundreds I had killed in that airstrike, but I considered it fair retribution.

When I got to Angeles City, I was in bad need of some rest and relaxation. I was also in need of some spiritual healing. That was how I ended up in an old Catholic church in Angeles City. I was sitting in a pew sobbing when an older woman and her twenty-year-old daughter came up to me asking if I needed help.

I told them yes, I needed some help. I told them I had nobody that I could confide in and I basically just needed some companionship while I worked this out in my head. What I really needed was someone who could help get me through the horrible nightmares I was having. I had not slept through a night since I had seen the crucified man without having at least one nightmare.

That was when the daughter, Peaches, said she could see how bad I was hurting and that she would stay and comfort me. She and her mother had a short conversation (I think her mother was disagreeing with her decision), and Peaches stayed with me when her mother left the church. I sat there for another hour. I couldn't get the images I had seen out of my head, and I kept sobbing every time they came to mind. Day or night, I couldn't escape them. My sleep was really messed up because of the dreams, but my days were bad too.

Peaches asked me what was bothering me. I wasn't sure how much I could tell her, so I decided to tell her about the experience, but not where it had happened or how I came to see it. I detailed to her how I had been looking out over a valley when I spotted a man who had been crucified and skinned alive. I described how the man had turned black from the blood oozing out of his muscles, and how the flies were covering him. I think she almost threw up from my description of the scene.

I told her every time I closed my eyes, the images of that horrible day would come rushing at me, and how I couldn't fall asleep now for fear of the dreams. I told her that the whole thing had terrified me, as I could see the same thing happening to me if I was captured.

By the time I was done describing my horrors to Peaches, she was crying alongside me. That bothered me even more. I hadn't meant to transfer this pain to somebody else, especially not a beautiful girl like Peaches. When I apologized to her, she hugged me. "I can now understand why you have bad dreams," she said. "That was horrible."

Peaches said that I seemed to be a good man, and that she would like to take care of me for as long as she could. I asked how she meant to do that, and she said that she would stay with me until I could get past this.

"Stay with me?" I asked.

"Yes, I will stay with you and give you comfort," she replied. "You deserve that."

I wasn't sure how that was going to work out, but I did need some comfort. I asked Peaches how she proposed to do that, and she said that she would come with me and stay until I was OK. She said that she had a strange feeling that I would be a special man in her life, and that she needed to help me get through this difficult time. I was surprised that a church girl would offer this.

I said, "OK," and we started off back to my hotel. What I needed most was sleep, so on our way to my hotel, she suggested that I lay down on my bed and she give me a massage that would hopefully put me to sleep. She said that she was going to school for physical therapy, and that she had been trained in massage. We stopped at a small store about a block from my room and bought some lotion.

I had never had a real massage before, so I had no idea what to do. To make it easier, she had me strip down to my boxers for the massage. Then, she put a towel on my bed and had me lay chest down with my head turned to the side on a pillow. After she had me situated, she crawled onto the bed (fully clothed), and kneeling to my side, she started to massage my back.

After a few minutes, she applied some lotion to my back and started to rub it into my skin. I had to admit that her hands felt very good on me, and it was relaxing. Peaches thoroughly kneaded the muscles in my back and had moved to massaging my legs when I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept before I woke screaming. I dreamed that I was surrounded by NVA soldiers trying to hold me down. I came up swinging. Luckily, Peaches was fast and dodged out of the way before I did any damage. As I became aware of my surroundings, she was standing next to the bed with her eyes opened wide looking at me.

I was so embarrassed, "God, I'm sorry. That must have looked horrible."

It's OK, she replied. "Now I have a better idea of what you are going through. Can you tell me what your dream was about?"

"I was being held down by a bunch of NVA guys, and they were trying to tie me up," I said. "Being captured is my biggest fear, and I guess my experience with the crucified man heightened that fear."

I think I can understand that. Would you like me to continue the massage, or would you like it if I just lay down with you? Maybe having somebody's warm body next to you will keep the dreams away," she asked.

"Whichever you prefer," I replied.

"In that case, I will continue the massage for a bit, but if you fall asleep again, I will lay next to you," she said. "Turn onto your side, so I can lay down in front of you if you fall asleep."

I did as I was instructed, and she started massaging my legs again. This time, Peaches was not only massaging the back of my legs but the front as well. Nevertheless, she wasn't getting anywhere near my privates with her hands. I know that I must have been very tired because I was soon asleep again. Just as she said she would, she lay down in front of me and wrapped my arm around her waist. That was very trusting on her part, considering how violently I had woken up before.

I have no idea how long I slept, but when I woke, my arm was still around her, and she was still snuggled back against me and very much asleep herself. I leaned over and softly kissed her neck and told her, "Thank you. You have no idea how good it feels to be laying here with you."

She opened her eyes and turned to me. "I'm glad that you got some sleep," she said. "I was hoping that you would sleep without having bad dreams."

"Thank you for that. Holding you must have given me a sense of security," I replied. "How long will you stay with me?"

"I will stay as long as you need me," she said and leaned forward to give me a little kiss on the lips. "Please don't think that I would just get into bed with any man. That was my first kiss ever."

I thought for a minute and then looked at my watch. It was time for me to go to the base for my daily routines (running, shooting and exercise), and I knew that I couldn't skip out on my duties. "I have to go to the base for several hours. Would you come back this afternoon? Please?"

Peaches pondered my question for a minute and replied, "Yes, I will come back to be with you. I think you are very special. I will go home and talk with my mother, and then I will come back."

I hugged her tight, and then I leaned in for another kiss. The first kiss was just a short peck, but this time I let my lips linger on hers for a more romantic kiss. "A girl's first kiss should be memorable," I thought to myself.

When she opened her eyes, Peaches was smiling. Her eyes were sparkling. "Wow." She said. "Thank you. I will definitely be back to stay with you."

I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get a shower before heading to the base. So far, nothing had happened between us except the kisses, so I was unsure what I should or shouldn't do. I opted for a safe course and showered, dried off and wrapped a towel around me before going back into the bedroom.

Peaches was sitting up on the bed waiting for me. I asked her if she would like to use the toilet before we left, and she almost ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I put on my jogging clothes and put some clothes in a small bag for later.

She came out of the bathroom, and I sat her down on the bed. I told her, "I have never been treated so kindly before by anybody. I was a complete stranger to you yesterday, and yet you showed me so much kindness and understanding. I don't think I can ever repay you for this."

Peaches leaned in for another kiss and said, "Consider this as your payment to me. I never believed in love at first sight, but now maybe I do. I want to get to know you better."

I smiled. This girl was something special. She had seen me at what may have been my worst, and she hadn't been scared away. Who knew where this might lead?

I told Peaches, "Meet me back here at 2 PM. I will take you to dinner this evening, and then maybe, you can put me to sleep again."

"OK," she replied as we left the room.

After my morning run and shower, I went to talk with my contact (a captain) at headquarters. I told him that I had an exceptionally stressful trip and asked if it would be OK if I shortened my daily activities. I guess I was looking pretty rough because he told me to take it easy for a few days. "Rest, relax and eat are your only duties while you are here this trip. Check in daily, though, and I will let you know when your flight is."

"Yes sir," I replied.

From there, I went to the mess hall to get a big breakfast. I hadn't eaten dinner the night before, so I was hungry. It took two plates to contain my breakfast. A big pile of scrambled eggs, lots of bacon, another pile of hash browns and two biscuits with sausage gravy drowning everything, and I was ready to meet the rest of the day.

I walked over to Security Police to tell the armorer that I wouldn't be using the range this trip. It meant that he didn't have to get me a ride to and from the range every day, so that made him happy. Then, I went to the BX to get some stuff (mostly snacks and juices, but I also bought Peaches a modest, mid-thigh length nightgown and a toothbrush. If she was going to be sleeping with me, I wanted her to at least be comfortable.

I went to lunch at the mess hall, and then I went back to my room in Angeles City. I tried to nap, but sleep wouldn't come. Maybe there really was something to having a warm woman lying next to me to make me sleep. I just hung out the rest of the afternoon eating snacks, drinking juice and listening to the radio until I heard a knock on the door.

"I know that I'm early, but I heard the radio in the room, so I was hoping that you were back," she said as I opened the door to let her in. As she passed me, she leaned up to kiss my cheek. She immediately went to sit on the bed. "What would you like me to do? I can give you another massage or we can just snuggle. I think that either one will put you to sleep."

I replied, "I think I would like to spoon with you like we did last night."

"OK," she said. "Take off your shirt and pants and we can lay down."

"I stopped at the BX today and bought you something so you would be comfortable too," I said and gave her the nightgown. "You can change in the bathroom, if you would like."

"You shouldn't have, but thank you," she said and then walked into the bathroom. I pulled off my clothes, so I was just in my boxers.

All I could say when she returned was, "Wow." She was really beautiful in the nightgown. It was mostly modest (not showing anything), but it was sexy at the same time. "Are you OK with wearing this?"

"I have to admit that I hesitated when I saw how short it was," she said, "but yes, I am OK with wearing it. From your reaction, I take it that you like it."

"Yes, I like it very much," I replied.

Peaches came over to the bed and leaned over for another kiss. The top of the nighty hung down a bit, and I was treated to a fleeting glimpse of her breasts while she kissed me. She had small eraser-sized brown nipples surrounded by peso-sized areolas. Perfect.

"I trust you Pete. I have never been with a man like this before, so I have no idea how this will end up, but I trust that you won't hurt me or break my heart. I talked with my mother today, and she finally agreed to let me spend more time with you. She said that I needed to be totally honest with you, and that you would in-turn be honest with me. She also said that I would soon be a woman."

"Thank you for your trust, Peaches. I don't know what I did to earn that trust, but I will try not to hurt you or break your heart. You need to know that I am not stationed at Clark, so there will come a time when I will have to fly out. From what I can see, you are already a beautiful woman."

I lay down on the bed, and Peaches snuggled back against me. I put my arm around her waist, and leaned over to kiss her neck. She said, "That feels good. Please don't stop."

Somehow, my hand moved up from her waist until it was over her breast as I kissed her neck. "Oh my God. You make me feel very good." She twisted so she could kiss me, and we engaged in a soft, romantic kiss. "I told my mother that I had my first kiss, and she said there would probably be a lot more in the future." Then Peaches sealed her lips to mine again.

At first, it startled her when my tongue touched her teeth. It didn't take her long, though, before her mouth opened enough to let my tongue enter her mouth and dance with her tongue. "Mmmm..." was all she could say as she wrapped her arms around my neck. The result was her nipples boring through her light cotton nightgown and into my chest. Of course, my hands quickly caught up with her breasts and softly massaged them.

"Nobody has ever touched me like this before," Peaches said. "I always thought it was wrong to let a boy touch my breasts, but it feels so good that it has to be right with you."

"I don't know how far you want to go, but wherever that is, I will take you there," I replied.

"OK. I trust you," Peaches whispered and then returned for another kiss. My hands continued to massage her nipples through her nightgown. They were getting harder by the minute, and she was pushing them into my hands.

The next time we broke our kiss, Peaches said, "I think that this is going to go further than I first suspected, but you are making me feel wonderful, so I will continue to trust you not to hurt me or break my heart."

"I will certainly try not to break your heart, but nobody knows the future. We all go into life with no guarantees. Each of us has to decide what risks we will take, and then we have to live with the results," I replied.

"I know," she said, and then she kissed me again.

I let my hands wander down to the hem of her nightgown and then up under it until they were on the bare skin of her breasts. Of course, that pulled her nightgown up to her waist. I massaged her breasts for a while as we continued to kiss. From the little sounds coming from her, I could tell that she was heating up. I decided to take this further, if she would let me.

With her nightgown up at her waist, I kissed her earlobes and then her neck. Next, I pulled the nightgown up a little until I could kiss her nipples without any obstruction. That drew a huge sigh from her, but then she asked, "Should we go any further? I am a little bit scared."

I replied, "That is up to you. Do you trust me?"

Before Peaches could answer, I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

Her eyes got big, her mouth dropped open, and she said, "OK. You can do that." Then she started to moan in pleasure.

I continued suckling her nipples, and she was squirming under me. Her nightgown was all bunched up under her neck, and as I suckled, I helped her get her arms out of the sleeves. Then, it was easy to pull it over her head and off. Now I had free access to her beautiful breasts with no obstructions.

"My God, you are beautiful," I muttered as I was changing between nipples. "I think I am falling in love with you."

That drew another moan from her, and then she replied, "I am already in love with you."

My right hand found its way down between her legs, and I was rubbing her vulva through her panties as I continued to suckle her nipples. Peaches was already wet, and her crotch was soaked through on her panties. I went slowly, as I didn't want to scare her, but after rubbing her through her panties for several minutes, I slid my finger under the leg hole of her panties and directly onto her vulva.

Peaches pushed me away from her breast and said, "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. Can you be satisfied with just touching?"

"I'm not sure," I replied honestly.

"Try please," she said.

I went back to suckling her breasts and rubbing her vulva under her panties, taking care to avoid her clit and her vaginal entrance. Even then, she was soon bucking up from the bed, her hips thrusting against my fingers. I pulled her panties down enough to have clear access to her pussy and continued tweaking her sensitive spots.

When Peaches climaxed, it surprised me because I hadn't even touched her clit yet. She quickly became oversensitive and begged me to stop. She promised that we could do this again later if I wanted.

I agreed, and we went into the bathroom to get cleaned up for dinner. Dinner was at a small café I frequented just down the street from the hotel. We both had soup, sandwiches and drinks to keep it simple. You can just imagine our dinner conversation.

"Did you enjoy what we did in bed?" I asked.

After thinking about it, Peaches replied, "I have never felt anything like that before. It was wonderful, but I'm not sure that I will be able to say 'no' when I should. I have always wanted to save myself for my husband, but I'm afraid that I might give in."

"Well," I replied, "If you say 'no' then I will stop. I have already proved that."

"I know," she said. "I am just afraid that I won't be able to say 'no' because you make me feel so good."

"OK, but I can't help you with that. In the end, it is your decision, Peaches, but you have to tell me if you don't want me to continue."

"Did you mean it when you said that you already love me?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "That is the one thing I am sure of. Do you love me?"

"I am falling in love, I think. I don't have a lot of experience with love," I replied. "I know that I want to get to know you a lot better."

The waitress brought the bill, and I paid it. We walked back to the room, and I locked the door after we entered my room. Peaches went into the bathroom, and I undressed and got under the sheet in bed. I was surprised when Peaches came back without her nightgown and only her panties on.

I asked her about it and she said, "I didn't think I would have it on very long anyway, so why bother?" and then she crawled under the sheet and snuggled up to me.

Peaches kissed me, and then she sighed and hugged me tight. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just leaned down and kissed her deeply. Of course, my hands had to have something to do, so they found her soft breasts. I pulled her so that she was on top of me with her legs on either side of my hips. It didn't take her very long to discover my erection, since it was directly under her pussy.

She slid tentatively over me, rubbing her pussy against my cock. Her eyes got wide and she said, "You are big down there, aren't you?" I think it will hurt when you take my virginity."

"It might a little," I replied, "but the pain will only last a minute and then I think you will have pleasure." Then I realized that she had said that it would hurt WHEN I took her virginity. I responded, "Have you decided to give me your virginity?"

"I have saved myself for my husband, and I think I want you to be my husband, so if you want to make love to me, I won't say no" she replied.

I kissed her again. This time, because she was on top, she was controlling the action. She was still sliding over me while we kissed. It didn't take very long before I was hard enough to cut stone. Added to that, her movement had pushed my boxers down my thighs, so I reached down and pushed them all the way down and off my feet.

"I guess that answers the question as to whether or not you want to make love," she said.

"I guess it does," I replied. With that, I rolled her over onto her back, so I was on top.

"This is always how I imagined it would happen the first time I made love," she said.

"Not so fast," I replied. "I need to get you ready first."

With that, I pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet too. Peaches thought that I would just settle down over her and immediately push my cock into her, but I had other ideas. I wanted her as wet as possible before I attempted entry, so I moved down her body until I was breathing on her vulva. One big lick from one end of her vulva to the other and she figured out what I was doing.

"No. I'm dirty down there," she said.

"You said you wouldn't stop me, and I want to do this," I said. "Your pussy is sweet, and I want to taste it and bring you pleasure."

"Oh. OK," was all she said.

I started to work on her pussy, licking every part of her vulva and finally paying attention to her tiny pink clit. If I hadn't known where it was, I might have missed it, which would have been a shame. It was super sensitive. Because of that, I mixed it up with my tongue between her labia and her clit, while my fingers played at her vaginal entrance.

Peaches had a very thin hymen covering most of the vaginal entrance. That meant that I couldn't reach her G-spot with my finger, but then it shouldn't hurt her too much when her hymen was ruptured.

Pretty soon, her juices were flowing out and I was lapping them up. Peaches was getting close to an orgasm, and I wanted to take her to the edge before I entered her with my cock. When it seemed like she would blow a gasket if I continued, I slid up over her, locked her lips in a deep kiss, and positioned my cock at her vaginal entrance.

Then, I pushed my hard cock into her. Her scream was muffled because it was into my mouth. When my cock was about halfway in, I paused to let her get used to me being inside of her. That took a couple of minutes, and then I started a slow in-and-out motion, pushing in a little more with each thrust.

When my cock pushed up against her cervix and I broke the kiss, she said, "I thought you said you wouldn't hurt me."

"No. I said it might hurt, but only for a minute or two," I replied. "Is it starting to feel a little better?"

"It still hurts, but not as bad," she said.

I resumed my strokes, pressing against her cervix each time I thrust into her.

"It feels strange when you push in all the way. It's all tingly inside," she said.

I replied, "I think that is a good thing."

I was going deeper and faster with every thrust, and she seemed to be enjoying it. Her hands were all over my back and butt, trying to pull me in even deeper, and Peaches was moaning and squealing more and more loudly. Her pussy was clamping down on my cock, and it drove me over the edge. Spurt after spurt of hot sperm were shooting through her cervix into her womb as my brain melted down. That was enough that it caused her cervix to go into contractions, rhythmically squeezing my cockhead as the waves of an orgasm crashed over her.

I collapsed, but had enough sense left to roll our bodies, so I was next to her instead of on top of her. My cock was still pumping sperm into her pussy, and her pussy was still trying to squeeze every drop out of me.

When my cock finally slipped out of her, some blood returned to my brain. Then, I could once again think and speak.

"God, that was so good," I said.

Peaches replied, "I had no idea what to expect, but I think I will be doing this a lot more with my future husband." Then she smiled.

I asked if she would like to get a shower to clean up, and she thought that would be a good idea. When we got up, she realized just how messy she was, with a mixture of sperm and blood dripping out of her pussy. I quickly got in the shower to adjust the water temperature, and then she followed. We spent a lot of time washing each other, but I learned quickly that she was too sore down there to do much touching.

I figured that would be the last of lovemaking for that night. We dried off and went back to bed. There was a wet spot on the sheet, but it was toward one side, so neither of us had to lay in it. I lay on my side, and Peaches backed up against me. Then, she pulled my arm over her and placed my hand on her breast.

"There. That should keep the bad dreams away," she said.

Peaches was right. With all of the activity, I was exhausted, and I fell asleep almost immediately. I didn't wake up until my alarm went off in the morning. I turned it off and told her, "I don't have to go in until later, and even then, I will only be gone about a half hour. I want you to stay here in the room while I'm gone. We can have all of our meals together at the cafés near here. I want to spend as much time as I can with you, and by the way, I want to thank you for coming into my life. You gave me the most precious gift that you had, and you kept the nightmares away all night as well."

"Spending most of our time together sounds good to me," replied Peaches. "As far as giving you my most precious gift, what else could I do? I love you, and even though I'm still a little sore, we can still make love this morning, if you want to. I want you to be totally addicted to me, so you won't ever stray. You are mine."

I laughed. "Yes dear."

"Oh, and I am happy that you didn't have any nightmares. Now, come here." She rolled onto her back and pulled me over her. My cock was already hard, so it was easy for her to guide it into her vaginal entrance. One forceful push once it was settled, and my cock was buried in her vagina. "Ouch, that hurts," she said, but she continued to pull me deeper into her depths. Peaches was serious. She wanted to lay claim to me in every way, even if it hurt her.

Being a horny young man, I certainly wasn't going to resist. I started thrusting into her, repeatedly pressing my cock against her cervix with every thrust. For her part, Peaches was enthusiastically rocking her hips in coordination with my thrusts to draw me in even deeper with every thrust.

It is truly paradise when a girl is so wrapped up in pleasing her man that she does everything she can to increase his pleasure. Peaches was in that state, and I found myself being sucked in by her body. She was pulling me with her hands on my butt and rocking her pelvis to pull my cock deeper into her body. Her entire focus was on increasing my pleasure and making sure that I would stick to her like glue.

Remember, Peaches was a church girl and NOT a bar girl. She had very conservative attitudes overall, but her mother had taught her to keep her man by serving him, and right then she was serving me hot pussy. As many men know, this is a very Catholic thing... at least the healthy side of being Catholic. It is probably why Catholics have so many children. A good Catholic woman should want to keep her husband satisfied at all times. If she doesn't, then she will consider herself a failure.

Don't make the mistake of thinking all Filipinas (or even all Catholics) have this attitude. Some think that sex is dirty and should be avoided as much as possible, even in marriage. Others see sex as the glue that holds a couple together. Still others give sex away freely in hopes that they might catch a man. Then, there are those who make a man pay for his pleasure (regardless of the form that payment takes). It depends on how they were taught by their mothers as to what kind of an attitude a Filipina will have.

I couldn't last long with the intensity of Peaches' efforts to make me cum deep inside of her. It just wasn't going to happen. Even though I lost track of time while we made love, I'm sure that it was only five minutes or so before I was shooting long ropes of hot, sticky sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb.

"Oh my God. I can feel your sperm being pumped deep inside of me. It feels so good," she screamed as her mind and body went into meltdown. She continued to thrust back against me as I unloaded.

As my climax waned, I was no longer able to support my weight, but I wanted to remain deep inside of her pussy as my sperm filled her womb. I was in paradise. I lay there on top of her, and I would suppose my weight was heavy on her, but she didn't complain. Instead, she continued to try to pull me deeper into her body. Some women like having a man's weight on them. Others don't. Peaches did.

We lay there for a few minutes with me kissing her forehead (I couldn't reach her lips in that position because the difference in our sizes). When my cock finally got soft and slid out of her pussy, I rolled to the side and lay on my back. Peaches automatically rolled with me, so her head was on my shoulder with her body snuggled up to my side. I quickly fell asleep again.

When we woke again, it was time to shower and get something to eat. We both washed each other thoroughly, but stuck to just cleaning and no sex (OK, maybe I touched more than was absolutely necessary, but that's just what men do). Then, it was off to a small café that served a breakfast menu. I would normally eat breakfast and lunch on base at the mess hall, but since I had Peaches with me, that wasn't possible. Breakfast was satisfactory, but not really filling for me.

After breakfast, we headed back to my room. Peaches suggested that she give me another massage, which sounded good to me. I stripped naked and lay on the bed. She also took off everything but her panties and crawled up beside me. She gave me an amazing massage, which of course, put me to sleep.

When I woke again, I saw that Peaches was looking through the stuff in my bag. That didn't set well with me, and I asked her what she thought she was doing. She was startled that I had caught her and jumped, and then she said that she was just curious. Nevertheless, having her go through my things was a huge red flag for me. There were things in that bag that were very private and other things related to my duties.

I didn't like this new development at all. I told her (in a harsh voice) that she needed to control her curiosity, if she was going to be with me. She asked if I was angry, and I told her that, yes, I was angry and very, very disappointed. Peaches started crying, and said, "I have ruined everything, haven't I?"

I said, "I don't know what the future may hold, but my trust has been severely damaged."

"Is there anything I can do to regain your trust?" she asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "Building trust usually takes time and effort, and rebuilding trust is even harder. I gave you a pass in originally trusting you. I'm not sure I can do the same in rebuilding that trust."

"I have to check in at the base, but I'm not sure that I want you to stay in the room while I'm gone," I said.

"OK," she replied. "I will go home and come back later this afternoon."

I pulled on my clothes, and we both headed out the door together. Once out, she turned to kiss me and then walked away from me. I turned the opposite direction and headed for the headquarters building to meet with my contact. He told me that I was flying out the next day and gave me my travel documents and a show time at the terminal. I knew that news would not set well with Peaches.

I had a big lunch at the base mess hall, and then headed back to my room. When Peaches returned later that afternoon, I told her I was leaving the next day, and the response was predictable. She broke down and cried.

"How can I rebuild trust with you, if you leave tomorrow?" she asked. "It isn't enough time."

"I don't know," I replied. "I guess that will have to wait until I come back on my next trip."

"Will you still want to see me?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied, "but that will be at least a couple of months from now."

"How will we meet?" Peaches asked. "We met at the church, and you don't know where I live. I don't spend all of my days at the church."

"Is there a phone number that I can get a message to you on?" I asked.

"Nobody in my neighborhood has a phone," she replied. It turns out that nobody having phones was very common in poor neighborhoods at that time. This was long before cell phones. Now, even the poorest people have cell phones.

"I don't know how this will work then," I said. "We can write letters, but I understand that mail doesn't always get through here, and I can't tell you when I am coming because I won't know until I receive my orders. That would be much too late to contact you, even if I was allowed to do so, which I am not."

"OK," she said. "We can write, and maybe we can work something out. In the meantime, do you want me to spend the night?"

"Yes," I replied. "I am still afraid of the dreams, and having you here has allowed me to sleep in peace. First, though, let's get some dinner."

We went to a café for a simple dinner and then headed back to the room. When we got there, Peaches told me that her mother was worried that she would get pregnant because we hadn't used any protection. I was a little worried about that as well, but hadn't said anything.

I told her, "If you get pregnant, then we will deal with it." That made her smile, and she reached up to wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me. This would be our last night together (at least for a while), so I wanted to take our time.

I slowly started to undress her while we stood next to the bed and kissed. It startled her at first, but then she kissed me even harder as I progressed. Her dress had buttons in the back, so when I got them all undone, I unhooked her bra and dropped the dress and bra together down to the floor. They puddled at her feet.

She was now dressed only in panties, but I was still fully dressed. Peaches wasn't going to allow that, of course, and soon she had my shirt and pants undone and off of my body as well.

I pulled her panties down, and then she pulled my boxers down. My cock sprung to attention immediately. She knelt down and examined it. Peaches hadn't really examined it well before.

"Your cock is very big. This is where your sperm comes from?" she asked.

"Well, the sperm is created in the balls down below and then shoots out of the slit in the end of my cock," I replied. "There are other steps in the process, but those are the most important bits."

Peaches leaned in and kissed my cockhead. "Then this is a holy place where life is created," she said. With that, she opened her mouth and let my cockhead enter. "I have always wondered how this works, and now I know." Then Peaches sucked the head into her mouth again and gave me a funny look. "It tastes salty. Did you pee?"

"No pee. That is the precum. It is there to provide lubrication just like your juices do," I said.

"I can't do this very long. Your cock is too big for my mouth," she said.

"It's OK. I would rather suck your nipples and clit anyway," I replied. "I get pleasure from giving you pleasure."

She lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs to give me access to wherever I wanted to be. I started by leaning over her and kissing her deeply while my hands played with her breasts and pussy. Once Peaches was somewhat warmed up sexually, I moved down her body, taking time on her earlobes and neck before moving my lips to her breasts.

This time, I wanted to spend a lot of time all over her breasts, and she obviously enjoyed it. I didn't spend all of my time on her nipples, and she ended up with hickeys all over her neck, chest and breasts before I was done. Peaches would only be able to wear very modest clothes for a while.

Then, it was time to really bring her to paradise by worshipping her pussy. I started slowly on her tummy above her vulva (yes, I gave her a hickey there too), and then I moved down past her sparse pubic hair to lick, kiss and suck all around and through her pussy. I sucked in each of her outer labia and inner labia repeatedly, I used my tongue to penetrate her vaginal entrance, and I spent a long time teasing and then sucking her clit. Her pussy opened up like a flower in spring.

By the time I was done, Peaches was in sensory overload. All of her circuits had been fried from the orgasms already crashing through her. When I thought she couldn't take any more, I slid up over her and thrust my cock up into her vagina. I slid in easily this time, and soon my cock was pressing repeatedly against her cervix again. Peaches wasn't idle. Her hips started rocking to meet every deep thrust of my cock.

I wanted this to last, but I think she had other ideas. Her pussy was doing everything possible to milk all of my sperm out of me, and it wasn't long before my semen was once again spraying through her cervix and deep into her womb. My climax seemed to last forever, and I was in paradise once more.

We fell asleep, but that night, I had another bad nightmare. Peaches held me and kept telling me that she loved me as I struggled. Eventually, I was aware enough to leave the dream, and once again I was sobbing and shaking. She rolled on top of me and straddled my hips. Of course, I was hard instantly, and we were soon doing the horizontal mamba with her riding me in the cowgirl position. I came quickly from her ministrations, and then I fell asleep again.

There was one more bad episode during the night, and Peaches reacted the same way with the same results. In the morning, we got showered and prepared to leave. I told Peaches to not worry about me. I had forgiven her, and my trust had been fully restored because of how she cared for me during the night. She was crying happy tears. As I walked out, she gave me a piece of paper with her address and told me to write soon. I had already given her my mailing address that morning. Then, she walked with me to the base gate and kissed me before I entered the base.

I wrote her four or five letters, but never got a reply. I had no idea what happened, but continued to write anyway. A couple of months later, when I transited through Clark on my way back to Laos, I tried to find the address she gave me, but I found that the address was actually on a main street running through Angeles City, and there were no houses nearby. I had no idea where she lived, but I was sure it was inside of one of the nearby sitios. There was no way I could explore them on my own. I went back to the church and asked if anybody knew her, but as with many large parishes, nobody knows the people standing right next to them, let alone the rest of the congregation.

I hoped that Peaches was OK. I don't know if she had written the address down wrong, if the post office just couldn't (or was too lazy to) find her, or if she just decided not to reply to my letters, but the result was the same. I have no idea why she never wrote to me. It would have been simple to get somebody to take a letter on-base to the US Post Office. Then it would have gotten to me. I never found Peaches again.

Chapter 10 -- Anna

I was on my way back to Laos after some time back in the US. When I couldn't find Peaches, the girl I had been with on my last return from Laos, I had to find companionship some other way. I had counted on reconnecting with Peaches, but that just wasn't meant to be.

It was early afternoon, and I went into a little bar a couple of blocks from my hotel on Fields Avenue. Fields Avenue was kind of the playground for Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. The bar wasn't well lit, but I made my way toward the back end and sat at an empty table. A waitress came over to ask what I would like, and I ordered a coke.

While I waited, my eyes adjusted to the low light in the bar. Just when I had about decided that there was nothing here for me, three girls walked in the front door. Two were obviously experienced bar girls, and the third one was being shepherded by them. They sat at a table not too far from mine and were talking, but I couldn't understand the language.

I decided to take a chance and introduced myself to the girls. I don't remember the names of the two experienced girls, but the shy girl's name was Anna. I asked if she would like to sit with me. The other two looked at each other and then prodded Anna to go with me to my table. I bought her a lady drink and we talked. Actually, I was doing most of the talking because she mostly had her head down, looking at her lap.

I found out that she was from the island of Leyte in the eastern Visayas. By that time, I knew that Leyte was down in the central Philippines and was where General MacArthur had landed when he returned to the Philippines. Her father was a small-time fisherman, who could feed his family, but sometimes had a hard time supporting the family with anything other than fish. It didn't help that he often spent money on alcohol with his friends, thus depriving the family of some of their resources.

Therefore, when a recruiter visited her parents, it didn't take much convincing for her parents to send Anna off to find a job on Luzon. That was how she ended up in Angeles City. The recruiter had taken her into this bar, and the owner had paid the recruiter for his services. The recruiter then told Anna that she now worked for the bar owner, and that she must do whatever was asked. I had heard this story several times by now.

I called one of Anna's escorts over to my table and asked if I could take Anna to my room. She said the mamasan wasn't at the bar, and normally the mamasan wanted to talk with customers before they could take new girls out of the bar. I told her that I didn't want to wait until that evening when the mamasan returned, and that if I couldn't take Anna, then I would go to another bar to find a girl.

The girl said, "Fine. Take her to your room, but she is new, so treat her with respect."

I replied, "Don't worry. I always treat girls with respect."

With that, Anna and I headed back to my room. When we got inside the room, I told her that I needed to take a shower. I didn't have a TV, so the best she could do while I was in the shower was listening to the radio. My shower was quick, and I returned just wearing a towel wrapped around my waist.

I then told Anna to take a shower as well, and to just wrap a towel around herself when she was done. She should leave all of her clothes in the bathroom. As I expected, she did as I instructed and returned to the bed with just a towel wrapped around her body. I pulled the sheet back and patted the bed next to me.

I had the sheet over my groin, so she wouldn't see my cock and panic. She lay down next to me on the bed and immediately faced away from me. I quickly snuggled up to her back.

I complimented her, "Your skin is so soft and smooth, and you are very beautiful. I love your long, silky black hair." Anna blushed as I kissed her neck and earlobe.

She turned a little and said, "The recruiter told me that I must do whatever I was told, so I know that I must do whatever you want, but I hope that you will be gentle with me. I have never done anything with a man before." Her towel was still tightly wrapped around her body, and her hands had a death grip on it.

I told her, "Don't worry. I will be as gentle with you as I know how to be." I turned her head a little more toward me and kissed her on the lips. At first, Anna was tentative, not knowing how to respond, but as she relaxed, Anna became more willing to kiss me back, she turned so she was fully on her back, and she allowed me to kiss her more passionately.

My tongue slipped between her teeth, and at first, I thought Anna might bite it off, but then her mouth opened and allowed my tongue in. After a few minutes, Anna's tongue was responding a little to mine, and starting to dance, but she was still reticent to take any initiative.

I rolled over, so that I was leaning above her, and then I took one of her hands and wrapped it around the back of my neck. Next, I repeated this with her other hand. Soon, both of her hands were occupied and I was able to loosen her towel.

I was finally able to unwrap my present, so Anna's breasts were available to my hands, but first, I brought my chest down to press against her nipples. I didn't want her to panic because I moved too quickly. Instead, I confined my hands to massaging the sides of her breasts while we continued to kiss. Her hands were running through my hair as I probed her mouth with my tongue. God, was Anna sweet! I would never get tired of kissing Filipinas.

Finally, I lifted my body enough that my hands could access her nipples and her breasts. This caused Anna to suck in air as my touch sent chills through her body. "Do you like the feelings I am giving you so far?" I asked.

"Yes," Anna replied. "So far, you have been very gentle and everything you have done feels wonderful."

"Good," I said, "Then I will continue."

I lowered my lips to her nipples, sucking one in, and then switching to the other. This was accompanied by more moans from Anna. As I suckled her breasts, my hands were wandering down to her crotch. When my fingers touched her vulva, she stiffened and her right hand came down to hold my wrist.

"I've never been touched there before. I'm not sure if I can control myself if you go too far," Anna whispered.

"Then, let me take you to paradise, and you won't be responsible for whatever happens," I said. With that, I moved her hand back up to my hair as I sucked her nipple back into my mouth.

"Arrrrgh," she cried. "That feels so good."

That was before I really went to work on her pussy. My mouth was occupied with her breasts while my hand started rubbing her labia, touching her clit and exploring her vaginal entrance. Anna was, indeed, a virgin, with an intact hymen mostly covering her vaginal entrance.

It would take some time to relax Anna enough to allow my cock entry into paradise, but I had time. I continued to suck and rub, and soon her pussy was soaking wet and vibrating. Finally, when my fingers were just about ready to quit, Anna had a mind-blowing orgasm. That was my cue.

As her body shook and spasmed, I slid in between her legs until my cock was lined up with, and seated in, Anna's vaginal entrance, and then I quickly thrust my cock up through her hymen and into her vagina. Anna screamed in pain, but I was fairly sure that the pain wouldn't last long. Once my cock was well-seated deep in her pussy, I paused and kissed away the tears on her cheeks. I kissed Anna's eyes and her mouth, and she kissed me back.

My cock was only halfway in her, but I knew that Anna couldn't take more just then, so I just let my cock soak in her juices for a while. It wasn't long before Anna's pain was mostly gone, and she was able to wiggle around underneath me again. I slid my cock out a little and then back in, each thrust giving me a bit more depth. Anna was still moaning, but I think it was from the ache of her broken hymen being rubbed by my cock and not from real pleasure or pain. The pleasure was still to come and the pain was mostly over.

When I bottomed out in her vagina, I still had about an inch of cock outside. I started increasing my rhythm and depth until my cock was pressing against her cervix on every thrust. Luckily, Anna wasn't one of those women who find deep penetration painful, and soon she was lifting her pelvis to meet my thrusts. Several minutes of that was all I could stand, and my cock erupted hot sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb.

It was lucky that Anna had climaxed during foreplay because she didn't have an orgasm during that first intercourse. I guess that the initial penetration had just been too painful for her. Anna certainly didn't enjoy herself while I was breaking her hymen. Nevertheless, she said that she enjoyed it after her hymen was broken.

There was blood, but it was all on the towel Anna was lying on. Therefore, it was easy to clean up, and we weren't left with a mess in the bed. I had learned from past experiences to order extra towels for my room. That way, we could still shower and dry off after we had already messed up towels.

I told Anna, "Let's go get a shower together." She was hesitant, but finally gave in to my wishes. Anna was making sure that I was happy and doing what she was told, which has always been what made Filipinas so desirable as wives or girlfriends. Their focus is on their man, even if it is a temporary arrangement.

We entered the shower together, and I adjusted the water temperature. Filipinas have always typically washed themselves using a bucket of cold water and what they call a "tabo," which is a handled one-liter container that they use to pour the water over their head and body, Then, they would soap up and use the tabo again to rinse the soap off after they washed. It used very little water, which was important if they had to carry the water in buckets to where they would bathe. This is still common today in poor areas of the Philippines.

Few Filipinas that I met had any experience with real showers unless they were already experienced bar girls. For that reason, it was always a good idea to adjust the water temperature for them. Otherwise you ended up getting scalded or frozen, neither of which I found very appealing.

Once we were both clean and dry, and all of the towels had been cleaned and hung to dry in the bathroom, we went back into the bedroom. I asked if she would like to go with me to a café for dinner and then we could go back to the room. She answered without hesitation, "Yes."

We got dressed and walked to a nearby café, where I ordered simple dinners for both of us. Anna was more talkative now, and she asked lots of questions about me and where I came from. The only question I couldn't answer truthfully was about my job in the Air Force. That was classified.

I also got to know a lot more about Anna during dinner. She was from a small fishing village on the east coast of Leyte about twenty-five miles south of Tacloban. There were maybe 150 people living there, and most were very poor. Wealthy landowners took advantage of their poverty, so they had to do whatever they could to earn a living. That explained why Anna was here in Angeles City.

Anna had no idea that she would end up working in a bar, and growing up, she had no idea that such places even existed. She had finished high school, and then Anna helped her mother full time with the younger children and her mother's small fish business. She was actually excited to go to Luzon to work because she thought it would take her away from the poverty Anna had known her whole life.

We walked back to my room, and after we entered, I asked Anna if she knew how to give a massage. She didn't even know what that was, but after I explained, she said, "Oh, like a back rub."

"Yes," I replied, "but all over the body and not just the back."

"OK," she said. "I think I could do that." Anna had sometimes given her father back rubs after he came home from fishing far out at sea, so she knew a little. I told her that I would like her to give me a massage, but that I wanted us to get completely naked first. Anna was again hesitant, but she complied with my request. We both started stripping, and I lay down face first on the bed. I had bought some lotion at the BX, so I had her rub that into my skin.

Anna knelt on the bed beside me and started rubbing lotion into my shoulders. It felt so good and it was so relaxing. I never had a massage before Peaches gave me one, and it was good to know that other Filipinas could also do this. I was melting under Anna's hands as she rubbed my back and shoulders. After a while, I asked her to move the massage to all of my body, and not just my upper back. That was when the massage got even better.

She massaged down my back until she was working on my glutes. It felt really good to have my butt massaged. Anna was also massaging my thigh muscles, and I spread my legs to give her better access. Of course, that also gave her a view of my cock and balls, which she couldn't resist touching. It wasn't long before my cock was stiff and uncomfortable in the position I was in.

It surprised her a little when I rolled over on my back. At first, she thought the massage was over, but I asked her to continue on my front. She complied. Anna started with my shoulders and pecs, and then started moving down my body. When she got to my cock, she asked, "Do you want it massaged too?"

"Of course," I said.

I am amazed that I didn't cum while Anna was 'massaging' my cock, but she finally moved on to the front of my thighs. She didn't forget about my cock, though, and after she had massaged my thighs, she straddled my hips to slide her pussy over my cock. Every time she slid up, her vaginal entrance would bounce over my cockhead until, at last, my cock slipped inside her vagina.

I was so excited by that time, that I didn't think I would last any time at all, but after Anna completely sheathed my cock, she paused. I guess her pussy was still sore because she didn't want to move for a full minute. That was good, though, since it allowed my cock to calm down a bit. By the time she started moving on my cock again, I was ready for a full session of fucking.

I haven't described Anna, have I? She was pretty, but not stunning. Anna stood about five-foot two-inches tall and weighed maybe ninety-five pounds dripping wet. She had long black hair that came half-way down her thighs and would cover us both like a shroud when she was on top. Her skin was caramel colored and her nipples and areola were dark brown. Anna was not well-educated, but she was smart enough to learn many things. She leaned toward practical applications and away from academic endeavors. Her main interests were in getting married and having lots of babies someday. In short, Anna was a typical Filipina.

As we fucked with her on top, she soon tired. I rolled us over, but then decided to take her doggy-style. Anna resisted at first because she thought I was going to fuck her in her ass, but she settled down once she realized that I was just going back into her pussy. I got even deeper into her vagina in this position, and she was pushing back against me with every thrust. It didn't take too long before my sperm was spurting over and over again through her cervix and deep into her womb.

After I had filled her with as much of my seed as I could, I rolled onto my back. Anna got off the bed, went into the bathroom and brought back a wet hand towel to wipe us both down thoroughly. Even though it was still early, I was tired, so we got under the sheet and spooned, her facing away from me and me with my hand softly cupping her breast. With my cock just outside of her pussy, I figured that was just about as close to paradise as a guy could get, and I quickly fell asleep.

During the night, Anna felt my erect cock touching her vaginal entrance, and reached between her legs to aim it into her pussy and start sliding down on it. I woke to the sensation of my cock being swallowed up by her pussy. That round only lasted five minutes or so, and I was once again filling her womb with my seed.

I fell asleep again with my cock still buried in her pussy, and she left it that way. The next time we woke, it was because of my alarm going off. I had set it early enough that we could get in one more round before I had to go to the base for my daily routine, so we decided to get into the shower together, and I slid into her pussy from behind while Anna faced the wall. It was a wet and wonderful experience.

We dried off and got dressed. When we left, I went to the base, and Anna went back to the room that she shared with five other girls. I didn't see Anna again because I didn't want to face the mamasan's wrath by entering the bar again. There were plenty of other bars on and around Fields Avenue, so it was unlikely that I would go back to that bar any time soon.