Chasing Paradise Ch. 11-15

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 11 -- Zena

After Anna left, I knew that I probably had four to seven more nights at Angeles City before my flight out to Thailand, so I decided to look for girls along Fields Avenue. There was a small café close to my hotel where I often had dinner, and there was a pretty girl working there named Zena. She was fairly new, so she hadn't seen me with other girls, and I flirted with her every chance I got. I soon knew her entire story.

Zena was a farm girl from northern Luzon. Her father was a poor tenant farmer, and he didn't earn much money, but he was prolific at growing her mother's tummy. They had twelve children together, and Zena was the oldest. Zena was bored with village life and helping her mother with the younger children, so she came south to Angeles City looking for work. At least that way, she could send money home for the family. She wasn't qualified for much, but she did know how to cook and wash dishes, so she was able to get a job in this café.

I asked Zena what time she got off from work, and she said, "I get off at ten tonight."

I asked if she had any plans after work, and she said that she would probably just go to her small room, just like every other night. She said, "You probably think I am pretty boring."

"Not at all," I replied. "In fact, I would like to get to know you a lot better. You are a pretty girl, and I suspect that you are one of the few good girls working in this part of town."

Zena blushed and answered, "I am a good girl. I wouldn't know how else to be."

I suggested that I would meet her after she got off work, and we could go someplace to talk more. She said that she wouldn't go to a bar with me. "That's OK," I replied. "I was thinking about someplace quieter anyway."

Just before ten, I went back to the café and waited for Zena's shift to end. When she was finished, she locked the place up, and we walked back to the hotel where I was staying. I first took her to the little bar downstairs, but she said it was still a bar (and I was really only there to get ice), so I took her up to my room. She was hesitant to enter my room, but in the end her curiosity won out, and we went in.

I gave her the very short tour. Zena was impressed that I had my very own CR (comfort room), or what we call a bathroom, and she was also impressed that there was a real enclosed shower in the CR. She had grown up with squat toilets and bathing using a tabo outside of her parents' house, so she thought that having your own CR with a shower was the height of luxury.

I had stopped at the bar on the way up to get a bucket of ice, and while she sat on the edge of my bed, I poured orange juice for both of us and added a little bit of Everclear to hers. She took a sip and said, "This has a different taste than orange juice I have had before, but I like it."

It turned out that she really did like it because, while we talked, she drank four glasses of the juice. Zena said she was tired and that maybe she should go. I didn't want her to leave, so I suggested that she lay down to rest, and I would give her a good back rub.

I said, "Your back has to be hurting after working all day."

Zena replied, "Yes, and my feet hurt too."

That opened the entire playing field to me. I got Zena to lay down face down on my bed, and I started massaging her back over her blouse. It got in my way, of course, so I pulled it out of her skirt and slid my hands up under it. I loved how smooth her skin was. She was enjoying the massage, and commented, "I didn't realize how sore my back was."

"I could give you an even better massage if I use lotion on you," I said.

After hesitating for a moment, she replied, "OK."

I will have to unbutton the back of your blouse and unhook your bra so I don't get lotion on them. Is that OK?" I asked.

Again, there was hesitation, but then Zena said, "OK, but be good."

"I'm always good," I replied.

I retrieved the massage lotion and unbuttoned and unhooked her back. Then, I started slowly massaging her back with the lotion. Zena was practically humming with pleasure, and I could tell that she was really enjoying the massage. Lotion was getting close to her skirt, so I unzipped it and pulled it down a bit. I said, "I don't want to get lotion on your clothes."

"Thank you for your kindness," Zena replied and then smiled.

I continued the massage, exploring her sides and all the way down to her butt cheeks. I was getting a lot of response from her, and it was all favorable. "Mmmm..." Zena hummed as I massaged her butt cheeks. "That feels so good."

I slid her skirt and panties down her legs as I continued the massage down her thighs and calves. Finally, they were down around her feet, and I slipped them off as I concentrated on massaging her feet. Zena loved the feelings the massage was giving her, and hadn't really noticed that she was practically naked now.

I rubbed her feet for a while, and then I massaged my way back up her legs. I knelt between her feet, and as I worked my way up her body, I scooted up between her legs, spreading them wider as I went. I was able to clearly see her thin hymen at her vaginal entrance as her pussy spread out and flowered in front of me. I massaged her butt cheeks again and then moved back to her back. By now, I was kneeling right next to her butt. I had been applying lotion all over her body, which was now glistening.

When I got to her upper back, I dropped my hands to her sides and massaged her side boobs. Zena was really tired, and had fallen asleep while I massaged her. I'm not sure exactly when she fell asleep, but she never noticed when I slid her arms out of her blouse and her bra or when I slid them out from under her.

I got myself undressed without moving from my position between her legs. Her pussy was right there and already wet, so I slid forward a little until my cockhead was resting against her vaginal entrance. I rubbed my cock around in her juices a bit to get it nice and wet, and then a short thrust was all it took to break her hymen.

Zena didn't start when I pushed my cock up through her hymen and into her vagina, but she woke to the feeling of my cock sliding deep into her pussy. I guess I didn't hurt her much because of the way she reacted. "Oh. What are you doing?" she asked calmly.

"I am making love to you. You loved everything else I was doing, so I thought you might love this too," I replied.

"Mmmm," Zena moaned. "It feels good."

"Are you falling in love with me, Zena?" I asked.

This time, there was no hesitation. "Yes," Zena replied. "I do love you." With that, she pushed back at me and my cock was fully seated in her pussy. I pulled back a little and pushed back in. "Oooo," she said. That feels so good. You feel really big inside of me. I thought that it was supposed to hurt the first time, but it really feels good inside of me."

I set up a rhythm for a while, and then I pulled her up a little, so she was on her knees and elbows. We fucked doggie-style for a few more minutes, and then I had Zena lay on her side. Then, it was easy to swing her leg over me, so she was flat on her back with her legs spread wide. I noticed there was some blood around her pussy, and I was glad that I had put a towel on the bed before I started the massage.

After several more minutes of fucking her hard, I felt my climax coming. I pressed as deeply into Zena as I could, my cockhead firmly pressed against her cervix, and I let loose with several long ropes of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb.

How do I know that? There are only two alternatives as to where semen can go when released into a woman's pussy. It either runs back out of her body (past the man's cock or after he withdraws), or it goes deeper into her body. Sperm shot through the cervix and deep into the womb usually doesn't run back out through a woman's pussy, so if very little comes out of her pussy when several large loads were shot into her, then it must have entered her womb (especially if the cock is tight up against her cervix during orgasm). Sperm that makes it to the woman's womb either fertilizes an egg or is absorbed into the woman's body through her uterus.

I was in paradise during and after my orgasm. I collapsed on top of her, but she couldn't take my weight, so I rolled to the side. Zena put her head on my shoulder and tucked in next to me. We fell asleep like that.

I woke in the middle of the night to realize that the bathroom light was on and she wasn't in the bed with me. I got up and went into the bathroom to find her squatting in the shower, trying to clean her bottom with the faucet below the showerhead and a cup. I stopped to pee. Then, I got into the shower with her and adjusted the water temperature to warm and turned on the shower.

Zena had never used a real shower before, and she was a bit stunned as to how much water there was. I thoroughly soaped up her body, not wanting to miss any place, and then I asked her to soap me up as well. You would think she was the most ticklish person on Earth the way she giggled and squirmed as I washed her, and she was very hesitant to touch me when I asked. She finally overcame her instilled Catholic morals, and scrubbed me thoroughly as well.

We rinsed off and got out of the shower to dry each other. When we were dry, we went back to the bed. I removed the towel with the blood spot, so we could lay between the clean sheets. Zena was acting very thoughtful and said, "Did you know that was my first time with a man?"

"I didn't know when I first started, but I quickly realized it when I felt your cherry break," I said.

"Cherry?" she asked.

"Your hymen," I replied.

"Oh," she said as she settled her head back on my shoulder. We quickly fell back asleep and didn't wake again until my alarm went off in the morning. I turned off the alarm and turned to Zena. Her eyes were still closed, but Zena was smiling, so I knew that she was awake. I gently kissed her. She practically hummed into my mouth, she was enjoying it so much.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"We have time to make love once before I have to go to the base," I replied.

Zena kissed me again, and I rolled her onto her back. She automatically spread her legs wide to give me full access. Instead of diving right in, though, I slid down to suck her nipples. Then, I slid down even further until I was facing her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I leaned forward and licked her vulva. "This," I replied.

"That's dirty. It's where I pee," Zena said.

"This is called oral sex, and it is what a man does if he really likes the woman he is with," I replied. Then, I licked her again and started working on her labia. I tongued her vaginal entrance and sucked in her little clit. My tongue wandered all over her pussy, getting her hotter and hotter.

"Oh my God. That feels so good," she squealed. "I love you." With that, her body went into convulsions from the huge orgasm that swept over her. When it waned, Zena said, "Wow. You can do that any time you want."

I slid back up over her, and Zena again spread her legs as wide as possible to receive me. My cockhead slid right into her pussy without even having to line it up. When I bottomed out, I started thrusting in and out of her at a rapid pace. I didn't have much time before I had to leave for the base, and I still had to shower, so I had to accelerate this.

At the pace I had set, I knew that I would only last a few minutes, but I was surprised when Zena climaxed and she went into meltdown around my cock before I came. Her cervix was contracting and her vagina was trying to milk me dry. It didn't take much before I was emptying my seed deep into her womb again. She leaned up and kissed me.

I rolled off and then sat up on the edge of the bed. "Let's get another shower, and then I need to go to the base."

Zena slid to the edge, and holding her bottom with her hand, raced into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. "That was a lot of sperm you pumped into me. I could feel it. I thought it would run out, but it didn't."

I waited for her to wipe, and then I took my turn at the toilet. Zena had already entered the shower, and was adjusting the water temperature. "I like having warm water to shower in," she said. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

I got into the shower with her, and we quickly got wet and soaped each other's body. Then it was time to rinse and dry off. "Will I see you again?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I have duties on base, but I will be back later this afternoon. I will come to the café and we can talk more."

We got dressed and then headed for the door. When we got outside the hotel, Zena turned and quickly kissed my cheek. Then, she went one direction and I went the other.

When I got to the base, I went to the gym and changed into my running clothes. Then, I took a route that weaved through the base until I had run my five miles. When I got back to the gym, I showered again and headed for the mess hall for breakfast. Once I was satisfied, I picked up my weapons at the armory and headed for the range in a shuttle van.

When I was done at the range, I took my weapons back to the armory, cleaned them, and then walked to the base gym. I changed back into my running clothes and settled into my exercise routine. It was important to keep my body in prime condition at all times because I never knew when I would need to perform at my peak fitness when on a mission. Since I never got enough to eat on the missions in Laos, and since my only real exercise during missions was when I was sneaking to and from my AO, I had to keep in shape when I wasn't actually on a mission.

When I finished my exercise routine, I showered again, I checked in at Base headquarters to check in and headed for the mess hall for lunch. I tried to bulk up on my stays in the Philippines and Thailand, knowing that I would likely lose a lot of weight while in Laos. For that reason. I really piled on the food when I had breakfast and lunch at the mess hall.

After my second trip through the chow line and feeling full, I caught a shuttle bus back to the front gate. From there, I walked back to my hotel. I caught a nap before heading over to the café where Zena worked. She was happy to see me, and brought a cold drink over to me when she came to my table. Then, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "Hello my love. Can I get you something to eat?"

I realized that we must have been the only ones in the café or she would never have been so bold. PDA (public display of affection) is highly frowned on in the Philippines, and even just holding hands can raise eyebrows. Nevertheless, here she was standing right in front of me offering me something to eat. "Maybe later," I said. "What I really want to eat will have to wait until we are in my room." Zena blushed, but didn't move away.

I sat her on my lap, knowing that nobody else would see, and kissed her deeply. Zena liked it, but then she became afraid that somebody would come in and jumped up, straightening her skirt as she went. "I have things cooking, so I have to get back to the kitchen. Call to me if you need anything."

I drank the coke she had brought over to me and then grabbed a menu. It had been a while since I had eaten, so I was getting hungry again. I asked her to come over, and then I ordered some pork adobo over rice with water spinach. I also asked for a couple of more cokes and a flan for dessert. She smiled, knowing that she would be showing off her cooking skills, and walked back to the kitchen.

First, Zena brought out the cokes, and then she went back into the kitchen to cook. It took her about twenty minutes, and she brought out plates of food for me. I think the portions were a bit bigger than normal, but I wasn't complaining. I picked up my spoon and dug into the food. It was delicious, and I told her so. That earned me the biggest smile I had ever seen.

Zena said, "I'm glad you like my cooking. I hope that I will be cooking for you a lot more in the future."

I could tell that Zena was making plans for a future with me, hoping that I would marry her. That certainly wasn't going to happen in the near future, but there was no need to tell her that right then. If she wanted to stick with me for multiple trips, then maybe we could talk about marriage.

I ate my dinner, and then I sat around drinking coke for the remainder of the evening until she got off work. We sat and talked whenever there weren't other customers in the café (and she didn't have something to do). Then, we walked back to my room. When we entered the room, Zena immediately went to the bed and lay down. Zena looked up at me and asked, "What are your plans for me, Pete?"

"I'm planning to eat you and then make love to you," I answered.

"No. I mean what are your long-term plans?" she asked.

"Oh. That," I replied. "I have a very dangerous job that could easily get me killed every time I go in-country. I try not to make too many long-term plans. However, I will stay with you when I am here at Clark as long as you want me to."

"You aren't stationed at Clark?" she asked, doubt creeping into her expression.

"No," I said. "I stay at Clark whenever I am on my way in or out of Indochina. I will be here probably two weeks out of every three or four-month period."

That certainly wasn't what Zena was expecting to hear, and I think it crushed her dreams a bit. "This is a surprise to me. Do we have a future?"

"That depends on how patient you can be." I replied. "I can't get married right now. That is for sure, but I do see myself married at some point."

Zena thought about that for a bit and then replied, "I will wait for you Pete, and I will be with you every time you come here."

"Then I will be there for you too whenever I can be," I said. I leaned in to kiss her, and she pulled me down on top of her.

When we came up for air she asked, "How long will you be here with me this time?"

"Two or three more nights, I think," I replied.

"Then we shouldn't waste time, Zena said. I want you to be thinking of me and wishing you were between my legs whenever we are apart."

"If I do that," I said, "I will get killed."

"Oh," she replied, "Then just think of me whenever you aren't in danger. Can you promise me that?"

"Yes," I said. Zena leaned in for another kiss and started pulling my tee shirt up. When it came up to my armpits, I raised my arms to allow her to remove it over my head. Then, I went to work on her buttons and hooks. Pretty soon, her bare nipples were boring into my chest, and I was getting harder by the minute. She noticed, and went for my belt and zipper.

It wasn't long before both of us were naked with her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock was rubbing against Zena's pussy. "Is this what you want right now?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I want you deep inside of me. I want to feel the warmth when you fill me with your seed."

With that, I reached down to place the tip of my cock at her vaginal entrance and pushed into her. "Oh," she said, "That stings just a little bit. Please go slow."

I let my cock slowly sink fully into her pussy until it was pressing firmly against her cervix, and then I started a rhythm of thrusting in and out of her. It must not have hurt too bad, because Zena was soon pushing back at me every time I thrust into her. Could there be a better feeling? I didn't think so. This had to be paradise.

Zena's enthusiasm quickly pushed me over the edge, and I was soon once more shooting load after load of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb. She, in turn, was spasming around my cock, holding me tight as if she wanted to pull me completely into her body. When our orgasms finally ended, her body was still shaking.

"You know, Pete," Zena said, "now that you have taken my virginity, I belong to you. I will give myself to you and no other. I will wait for you as long as it takes. I hope that you will be there for me when I need you."

"I understand, Zena," I replied. "I will try to be there for you. Just don't disappear on me." I didn't realize that this would be prophetic.

We stayed together for the next two sex-filled nights after this, and then I was off to Thailand and Laos. When I returned to Clark from Laos and Thailand early the next month, Zena wasn't at the café, so I asked about her.

They said she was getting sick at work and they couldn't have her throwing up on the food, so they fired her. I asked if they knew where she went, but they didn't. Business has always been cut throat in the Philippines, and employees have never had any rights. Employers couldn't care less about them.

The Philippines is a big place, and it was impossible to find Zena again. I checked all of the cafés that I knew of in the Fields Avenue area, but no luck. That doesn't mean I didn't keep looking. Sometimes paradise is here, and then it is gone.

Chapter 12 -- Cindy

I had tried to start several relationships with Filipinas, but nothing ever seemed to work out. I was transiting through Clark Air Force Base on my way back to the US when I met Cindy. I was getting gun-shy about starting something serious because that seemed like a bad idea now. So, when I met Cindy, I decided to keep the relationship simple. I would make no promises about the future, since the future wasn't something I could control.

I met Cindy while walking around Angeles City. I had decided to go back to the church where I had met Peaches... just in case... but she wasn't there. As I was leaving, I almost ran over a small, beautiful Filipina who was entering the church.

I stopped dead in my tracks and apologized for running into her. I was holding her shoulders to keep her from being knocked off her feet. I was impressed by her face and the clothes she wore. She obviously cared about how she looked, and she filled her church dress out nicely.

I decided to take a chance. "I'm Pete and I'm sorry for almost knocking you over. May I know your name?"

She blushed and looked down at her feet and said softly, "My name is Cindy. Do you go to this church?"

"I come here to pray sometimes," I replied. I never expected to meet such a beautiful girl though."

She looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you. You are very handsome yourself. Are you stationed at Clark?"

"No," I replied, "but I am here often. Could I buy you a drink of some sort? Fruit juice or coke?"

"I was on my way to Mass, but I really would like to get to know you better, so yes," she replied.

We left the church grounds, and Cindy led me to a small café a couple of blocks away. We both ordered drinks and started talking. It is amazing how much you can learn in a short time.

I found out that Cindy was working here in Angeles city as a cashier at a grocery store. She had been in-town about a month and didn't really know anybody other than the people she worked with. Cindy said she was very lonely and was getting homesick. She was starting to second-guess her decision to come here. Cindy had originally thought to find work in Manila, but that hadn't worked out, so she continued north to Angeles City. She was originally from a small town near Legaspi at the southern tip of Luzon.

Her dream was to meet a good man who would marry her and give her lots of children (very typical for a young Filipina), but I was the first man who even wanted to talk with her besides her boss (who was already married, but flirted with her a lot). "I think that God put you in my path today," she said. "How else would we have met?"

"I'm glad that you think I was sent by God. That makes me feel pretty special," I replied. "Here I was thinking that it was my clumsiness that had brought me to you."

Cindy laughed. "Sometimes what we think is an accident is just God making things happen."

"I suppose that could be true. Other times, I think it is just God getting out of the way so we can do stupid things and learn from them," I offered.

"And did you learn anything today, Pete?" Cindy asked.

"Yes. I learned that I like you a lot," I replied, "but I only have five or six more days here before I leave, so we need to get to know each other a lot faster than normal. I would hate to lose you before we even know each other well."

"So, what would you suggest?" Cindy asked.

"When do you work and when are you off?" I asked.

She replied, "I am only part-time right now, so I am only able to work in the mornings. I am off in the afternoons and evenings."

"Perfect," I said. "I also have duties on-base in the mornings. I suppose that also means that you have this afternoon and evening off."

"Yes," she replied. "What did you have in mind?"

"I thought I would show you where I am staying and then I could take you to dinner. Would that be OK?" I asked.

"We could do that if you want," she answered. "Do you want to go now?"

"If that is OK with you, yes," I said. We got up and walked over to where several tricycles were parked. We both managed to squeeze in, but it was tight. I told the driver the name of my hotel and we were off. There was little talking on our way there because we were so cramped in the trike.

When we arrived at the hotel, I stopped at the hotel bar for some ice, and then we headed for my room. Once there, we had the usual mini-tour and I had her sit on the bed while I mixed juice drinks for us. I gave her one of the drinks, and she said it was good. Orange juice and Everclear on ice seemed to be a winner with the girls, and Cindy was no different.

We sat on the bed drinking juice and talking for quite a while. After Cindy had finished a few drinks, I leaned over and asked if I could kiss her. She simply closed her eyes and puckered her lips. It was the cutest thing ever. I leaned over and softly kissed her. I think it lasted longer than she had expected because her eyes opened. "You taste sweet," I said.

"It's probably just the orange juice," she replied.

"No," I said, "it is you that I am tasting and I want more." That made her smile. I leaned in for another kiss, but this time pulled her toward me. I let my tongue play at her lips until she opened them enough for my tongue to slip into her mouth. Cindy was moaning.

"That was the first time I have ever been really kissed," she said after we broke the kiss. "I liked it. Can we do it more?"

I smiled. "Of course, we can do it more, as much as you want. I am at your service." With that, I leaned in for another deep kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, and our tongues were immediately dancing together.

By now, Cindy was laying back against my pillows as I kissed her, and my hands were exploring her body, but I stayed away from her nipples and pussy. I could feel, however, that she was quickly heating up. After several minutes of this, I paused and asked her, "Do you really think that God brought us together?"

"Yes," she replied softly.

"Then, anything we do from now on is blessed by God. Do you agree?" I asked.

"Yes, Pete, I was blessed to find you, and we are blessed to be together," she said.

I kissed her deeply again, but this time my hands found her breasts and kneaded them softly. Cindy was practically humming with pleasure and made no move to stop my hands. I reached around behind her and slowly pulled the zipper down on her dress. Still, she didn't even protest. When my fingers found the hooks on her bra and swiftly unhooked them, she gasped, but didn't struggle at all.

Cindy was wearing a modest church dress, but soon it and her bra were down around her waist and her breasts were exposed to my lips. I kissed and suckled each of her nipples in turn until she was moaning constantly. I slipped my shirt off, so I could press my chest against her hard nipples as I kissed her again. It was obvious that Cindy had completely surrendered herself to me.

"Oh my God, that feels so good," she moaned as I suckled her nipples again. "What are you doing to me?"

"I am just making a beautiful woman feel good," I answered. I pulled her bra away and continued to slide her dress down over her hips and down her legs. Eventually, it was down around her ankles, and she kicked it off.

After I had thoroughly kissed and suckled her breasts and nipples, and planted a few hickeys on her tender flesh, I moved south again, kissing her tummy and then moving to kiss her through her panties. That drew more gasps and a desperate comment, "I don't know what you are doing, but I hope you know that I'm a virgin."

"I didn't," I replied, "but I will be gentle with you and only do what you want me to." That seemed to satisfy her, and Cindy allowed me to pull her panties down far enough that I could kiss her bare pussy. She was already very wet, and by now, her body was more in charge than her mind. I slipped her panties down her legs to her ankles, and once again she kicked them off without thought.

Now I could devote my full attention to her vulva, licking and sucking her labia, clit and vaginal entrance. Her juices were running freely out of her pussy and her legs were spread as far as she could get them. Her scent and taste were heady, warm and sweet. I couldn't get enough, and I was obsessed by her pussy. Fingering Cindy, I found her hymen just inside her vaginal entrance, discreetly hidden but quickly discovered. I allowed my finger to explore her hymen, but didn't press too hard against it. I wanted to save her hymen for my cock. It was thin, so I thought she wouldn't experience too much pain when it broke anyway.

I managed to remove my pants and boxers while I feasted at her pussy, and when she went into meltdown from her orgasm crashing down on her, it was simple to slide up her body far enough to find her vaginal entrance and quickly push my cock deep into her pussy. She was so caught up in her climax that she barely noticed whatever pain it caused her.

I was already stroking in and out of her when she said something. "I didn't realize that we were going to do this. I thought you were going to ask."

I replied, "You were enjoying yourself so much that I was sure you would want to go the rest of the way with me. I hope it is OK."

"I guess it will have to be. You're already deep inside of me. This feels so much different than I thought it would. Everybody said it would hurt really bad, but it doesn't," she said.

I started thrusting away, creating a rhythm that she could follow. At first, she just lay there, but after several strokes, her hips were rising to meet mine. Pretty soon, my cock was thrusting full length into her, pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust. She was heating up again after her first orgasm, and soon there was another chorus of 'Ooo's and 'Aaah's coming from her. I continued like that for some time, and then I flipped her over onto her elbows and knees to slide in again from behind.

My cock was driving into her even deeper into her pussy from this angle, a fact that she seemed to enjoy. Soon, her vaginal muscles were contracting around my cock as it drove into her. Her second orgasm overcame her senses, and I soon joined her, spilling large quantities of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb as we jerked and spasmed together. Against all odds, I had found paradise again.

"I had no idea," she said. "Now I know why God brought us together."

"We do fit together well, don't we?" I replied. "Maybe you are right about God."

We collapsed side-by-side on the bed, and I snuggled against her warm body as we fell asleep. So much for my resolution to not create any more relationships with Filipinas. Maybe this one could work out, if God really wanted us to be together.

We woke in the early evening, and I suggested that we get a shower and go grab something to eat. The shower was fun (as they always are with a Filipina who has never had a real shower before. At first, she was shy to be in the shower with me. Then, she thought we were using too much water. Finally, she was hesitant when I asked her to wash my body (even though I had already thoroughly washed hers). Showers with Filipinas were always an adventure. You never knew what you would get.

We went down the street to a small café for some dinner, and then I asked if she would like to go back to my room. She said that she had to be to work early in the morning. I said, "OK, but come back here tomorrow afternoon at one."

She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek and said, "OK." I gave her enough money for a few trike rides, and put her in one before returning to my room.

I had a hard time sleeping that night. I think I had anticipated having her sleep next to me, and when that didn't happen, I woke up with my usual nightmares a few times during the night. Somehow, the NVA was always able to find me when I was sleeping alone in a room. I was just glad they hadn't caught me in the jungle. The nightmares seldom visited when I had a Filipina sleeping in my arms, but even when they did, they were usually gone quickly.

The next day was my normal routine at Clark. I checked in, ran ten miles, had breakfast, visited the armory and the range, did my exercises at the gym, had lunch and checked out at headquarters. I was back at my hotel when Cindy came rolling up in a trike. I had decided to wait for her in the lobby, so she wouldn't be alone on Fields Avenue. There were just too many guys wandering around looking for women.

I took her up to my room, and we lay down together on my bed. She snuggled her butt back against me, and I turned her head to kiss her. That got her to roll over to face me, and she said, "I love you, Pete. I hope you love me too."

"I might fall in love, but it might take some time. I hope that's OK," I replied.

That disappointed her, but she bounced back. "I have committed everything to you, so I hope there is a future for us."

"I wish I had the luxury of seeing into the future," I said, "but experience has taught me that nothing is certain in this life, especially not with my job."

"What is your job, Pete?" she asked.

"I can't tell you that," I said, "but I can tell you that it is in Indochina and it is dangerous. Many have already died doing what I do."

"God will protect you for me," she said, as if we had a special lock on God's protection.

All I could say was, "I hope so." I had seen too much to still believe that God would protect anybody in a war zone.

With that, she was all over me. Today, I didn't even have to undress her. Cindy stripped off her clothes and helped me with mine. I wasn't sure what got into Filipinas when they committed to a man, but it seemed like all or nothing for them. If they had claimed you as theirs, there was nothing they wouldn't do for you. If they just considered you as an acquaintance, then you were on your own.

When all of our clothes were draped over the chair, Cindy straddled my hips and kissed me as she ground her pussy onto my cock. I was rock hard almost immediately. She tried to roll us over, so I would be on top, but I said, "Why don't we try it with you on top?"

"I don't know how," was her reply.

"Well, what you were doing was pretty close to what you need to do. Just adjust so that my cock will slide into your pussy. You can use your hand to line up my cock with your entrance," I said.

Cindy looked down between us and reached to pull my cock to where it needed to be. Then, she slowly slid onto my cock, fully sheathing it in seconds. "Oh my God," she said. "It is so big in me. I love how this feels."

It started slow, with her rocking back and forth on my cock, but then she squatted over me and started rapidly sliding up and down on my shaft. Cindy was going so high that I almost slipped out, but she kept enough control that my cock remained encased. I was thrusting up into her at the same time, and my cock was so deep in her that it felt like it would come out of her throat.

I couldn't take that for long, and when my climax came, I pulled her down tight on my cock and held her there, so all of my seed would be sprayed through her cervix and into her womb. That set Cindy off, and she collapsed on top of me quivering.

"Wow," she moaned. "I could get used to this. I had no idea that making love felt so good. Everybody just says that it hurts."

"I know what you mean. If the couple isn't a good fit, or if the guy isn't a good lover, it could be quite painful. We are lucky," I said.

"Not luck," she replied, "blessed by God." There it was again. It appeared that Cindy was a true believer.

I needed some rest, so we both fell asleep cuddled up. We woke later in the afternoon, and we showered together again before going to dinner. At the café, we talked some more about life, dreams and ambitions. Her dreams and ambitions were small. She wanted a husband and children.

Myself, I wasn't looking too far ahead at all. In my line of work, it just didn't make too much sense. I had already concluded that I would likely never survive my enlistment. Too many Scouts had already gone missing. The official term would have been "missing in action" (presumed dead) if the Air Force had actually been reporting our casualties honestly in Laos, but they never did. On paper, none of our people ever officially died in Southeast Asia, and none were ever listed as war casualties. Instead, accidents were listed as cause of death, under circumstances where the bodies were unrecoverable.

While we were at the café, I asked her if she would spend the night. I told her about my nightmares, and how they mostly came when I slept alone. She said she hadn't realized how serious my job was (even though she didn't really know what it was), and if it was bad enough that it would cause nightmares, she would stay with me.

Cindy asked if we could go to her room, so she could pick up some clothes. That way, she wouldn't have to stop by her room every morning before going to work. I agreed, and we took a trike to her place. She went up alone because she shared the room with other girls, so she didn't want them stealing her man (plus, she said the room was always messy). Then, it was back to my room, where she stashed her clothes in my armoire.

It was just about dark, so we decided we had already had enough time out on the town for one day. Cindy wanted to make love again instead, and who was I to argue? I undressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, but she said she wanted to strip in front of me to make me want her more. I didn't really need any extra incentive. My cock was already hard enough to cut stone.

She did her little strip tease, and it was cute. Cindy was so innocent that she didn't have much of a clue how to dance seductively. Nevertheless, I was already turned on, so her striptease was still appreciated. There isn't much that is sexier than an innocent girl who wants to give herself to you.

When she finally slid her panties off her feet, she came over to the bed and leaned over me. The result was me falling back on the bed and her straddling me again. Then, Cindy leaned down to kiss me. Her breasts hung down to my chest and her nipples rubbed against me. If I wasn't already hard, that would have done it.

I reached between us and aimed my cock at her vaginal entrance. Then, I pushed my cock all the way into her. She squealed in delight. I immediately started thrusting up into her pussy, taking her by surprise. Cindy leaned down and kissed me deeply while I was thrusting into her. I rolled us over, so she was on her back, and drew her legs up to fully expose her pussy to my cock. She gasped every time my cock pressed against her cervix and almost fainted every time I pulled almost all the way out.

It was obvious that she was enjoying our lovemaking. She kept trying to kiss me and pull me in further. Cindy was also urging me on, "Please, give me your seed. I need it in my womb."

Finally, I could take no more. I felt my climax coming, and I drove as deep into her as I could before shooting spurt after forceful spurt of my seed into her womb. After I was spent, I collapsed onto my side, but leaving my cock still solidly plugging Cindy's pussy. That was how I fell asleep... in paradise.

When I woke during the night, Cindy's body was wrapped around me, hugging me from my front. She was totally entangled with my body. My cock was still close to her pussy, but no longer in it. I needed to go pee, but first I needed to get untangled. When I moved, she woke immediately, and I told her I needed to use the bathroom, so she released me.

When I returned, she wrapped her arms and legs around me again and promptly fell asleep. My hard-on had returned, so when her pussy once again got close to my cock, I shifted a little and slid my cock into her again. I pressed in slowly, but soon Cindy was bucking against me, obviously awake. That coupling only lasted ten minutes or so, and I was once again filling her womb with my sperm.

I was used to being awake at night and sleeping during the middle of the day. That was how I operated in Laos. Midday was the only semi-safe time to sleep for more than a few minutes. Therefore, being awake in the middle of the night was common for me. It was when I traveled through the jungle, over the mountains and across the valleys. I did go back to sleep quickly after I emptied my balls, though, and I enjoyed the comfort of a woman against my body. No nightmares.

When my alarm went off the next morning, we got into the shower, but this time, after we had soaped up, I faced her to the wall and entered her pussy from behind. "That feels wonderful," she squealed. I rammed her relentlessly until I was once again filling her with sperm. She washed herself once more before getting out of the shower while I put on my clothes to enter the base. Cindy quickly dried off and threw on her work clothes.

After she dressed, I hugged her and told her, "Thank you for keeping the nightmares at bay."

Cindy replied, "You are very welcome. It was a pleasurable task." We kissed one last time before leaving the room, and then she was running out the door to get to work on time.

I headed out for another day of activities on-base. Nothing really eventful happened that day, and I was once again waiting in the hotel lobby for Cindy's return. She got there at about five after one. I thought that she was now demonstrating Filipina time, but it was no big deal. It wasn't as if I had anywhere I had to be.

We went back to my room for more rounds of sex and sleep before dinner, then back to the room again for more rounds of sex and sleep that evening. When we finally dropped off, I slept soundly until the alarm went off. We had another romp in the shower and then we were both out the door for another day.

When I went to headquarters after my morning run, my contact told me that I would be leaving the next morning and gave me the details. I went to the mess hall to get a big breakfast because all of the sex had made me very hungry. Air Force mess halls didn't always serve the best food in the world, but they did breakfast right. Two plates full of food later, I was full and ready to go to the range. Then, off to the gym again, and I was on my way off-base.

When Cindy came in, I grabbed ice and we went up to the room. I had fresh orange juice, so we added ice and drank as we talked. I told Cindy that I was leaving the next morning. It would be two or three months before I returned, but we would need to set up a way for me to contact her when I arrived, since I wouldn't be able to warn her in advance. She gave me the details for the store where she worked and the address for her room that she shared.

We made love several times that afternoon and evening before finally going to sleep. Even then, we woke a couple of more times during the night to continue the dance of love. Finally, it was time to leave, but it was difficult to pry myself away from Cindy. One last kiss, and I was gone. She stood there at the hotel entrance crying as I left.

Chapter 13 -- Tara

It was almost three months before I was back at Clark. I went to the store where Cindy worked, but she wasn't there, so then I went to her room. One of her roommates (Tara) told me that Cindy had gone home to her home village a couple of weeks before, and they didn't know if she would be back. She said that Cindy's mother had died, and that she had to go back to take care of the family. Cindy had left me a note saying as much, but there was no address for her home.

Great, I thought to myself a little too loudly. "My bad luck with Filipinas continues." Tara said that Cindy had talked about me a lot and only had good things to say about me. She said that she wasn't Cindy, but then asked if I needed some company. Tara was very cute, and I responded that I would love some female company.

I asked her if she had other commitments, and she told me that she was between jobs right now, so no. I asked her if she would like to take several days' worth of clothes and go with me to my hotel room. She smiled and started gathering clothes.

Tara's suitcases were a couple of brown paper bags, which we stuffed into the trike with us for the ride back to my hotel. When we got to my room, I sat Tara down on my bed to talk. I told her that I wouldn't commit to her after our time together was over, and she said she understood. She said that she had fallen in love with the idea of me even before we met because of Cindy's praise of me. Tara wanted somebody like that in her life, but if she could only have me for a week, then she would deal with that when the time came.

I said, "OK, but remember that I'm not going to promise a long-term relationship. Those haven't worked out for me here in the Philippines."

"I understand," she replied. "But I dare you not to fall in love with me."

"We'll see," I said.

Tara was from the island of Bohol near Cebu. She said they had chocolate drop hills all around their farm, which was beautiful, but the soil was poor. Therefore, her father had a hard time making a living. She had left home after high school and stopped in a few different cities looking for work before she ended up in Angeles City. Tara thought there were more opportunities in this city than other cities she had lived in. Even so, she missed her home and her family.

Tara was about five-foot tall and something less than a hundred pounds. Like a lot of Filipinas, she had long silky black hair that could have been used in a hair conditioner commercial. She had perfect light caramel skin, but even as light as she was, she still wanted to be lighter. Myself, I thought Filipinas had the most beautiful skin in the world. I would never have changed it. Tara's body was nice, with breasts bigger than most Filipinas, but a thin waist to offset them. She had great curves, unlike most Filipinas.

Tara's eyes were clear and bright, as was her smile when she was happy. She had perfect white teeth, which I have never understood knowing how little attention was paid to teeth in the Philippines. Most Filipinas I met had good teeth, and I was constantly surprised by that. I guess they had some secret that I wasn't aware of.

I asked if Tara had eaten, she quietly said, "No," so we got up and continued our conversation over dinner. I asked her if she ever had a boyfriend and she said, "No." I asked if she had ever been with a man, and she said, "No." I asked if she was sure that she wanted to be with me, and she said, "Yes, more than anything." I knew from this conversation that Tara would be disappointed when I left because I didn't want to make any more commitments.

We walked back to my room in the hotel, and she commented on how many bars there were on this street. I simply agreed and left it at that. When we got to my room, I locked the door and went over to where she was standing, took her in my arms and kissed her. "Wow," was all she said.

I continued to kiss her while my hands wandered around her body. I was testing her to see if she really wanted this before I continued. Tara jumped a few times when I touched sensitive places, but she quickly settled down after the initial shock.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

"This has been my dream since Cindy told me about you," she replied. "Yes, I like this."

I unzipped her and then reached for the bottom hem of her dress and pulled her dress up and over her head. She was left there in only her bra and panties. Tara moved to cover herself, but I took her hands and moved them to the back of my neck. Then, I kissed her deeply, and her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me into her.

My hands went behind her to unhook her bra and then returned to the front to touch her breasts softly. She started to shiver. I tweaked her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and then squeezed her breasts in my palms. Tara almost fell down from the sensation. I had one last task, and that was to drop her panties to the floor. She stepped out of them, and I backed her up against the bed and sat her down.

I was still fully clothed, so I asked her to undress me. This was the ultimate test to see if she really wanted this, but I was surprised at how fast all of my clothes piled up on the floor around my feet. Well, that settled it. This was going to happen. I reached for her pussy and found it wet, so I leaned her back and lay on her. She immediately spread her legs, thinking that I would thrust into her now, but I had other plans.

I kissed her deeply. Then I kissed the tender flesh of her earlobes and neck. When I was satisfied that she was heating up (she had a blush on her neck and upper chest), I moved my lips down to her breasts and nipples. Suckling an innocent girl's breasts is one of my favorite things, so I spent a lot of time there. By the time I was finished, she had little hickeys all over her breasts, her nipples were standing proud, and she was quivering.

Tara didn't expect me to continue down over her tummy to the little tuft of hair and beyond, but I did. When my tongue touched her vulva, she squealed, "Oh no, not there," and clamped her legs together.

I replied, "This is my favorite place to be. You wouldn't deny me, would you?"

"No, but it is dirty," she said.

"It isn't dirty. It is sweet, and I love doing this. If you will be with me, this will happen often," I replied.

"Oh, OK," she whispered, and her legs slowly fell apart to give me access. Tara was happy that she did when I started licking and sucking the various bits in her pussy. Her labia and clit were very sensitive, so I had to keep moving around to avoid over-stimulation.

Her vaginal entrance had no evidence of a hymen, either intact or broken. It wasn't until I slid a finger up into her vagina that I discovered her hymen. I was used to hymens at the entrance, or just inside, so this deep hymen was interesting. Women are each unique, and I would never get tired of exploring their bodies.

Tara was already wet, but I decided to bring her to orgasm before entering her with my cock, so I fingered her vagina while I sucked her clit and labia. It wasn't long before her climax came crashing down over her, consuming her mind and body. "Aaaiiiieeee," she screamed.

As soon as her orgasm started, I moved up her body, set my cockhead into her vaginal entrance and pushed. It actually took three hard thrusts before I went through her hymen, but she was still orgasming, so I think the pain was subdued. Tara jumped, but didn't scream again as my cock tore her shield and then bottomed out against her cervix.

I paused there until after her climax had ended to give her a moment to adjust. "Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I am fine. You are really big, aren't you?"

I smiled and started stroking in and out of her, and even though I had bottomed out against her cervix, her vagina was stretchy, so I was able to still get the last inch or so of my cock into her. She was pulling me to her every time I thrust, and soon her hips were rocking in a steady rhythm to match mine. "God, this feels good," Tara said.

"I'm glad that you waited for me to do this with you," I commented.

"I am too," she replied. Tara kept the pace fast, and it wasn't more than five or six minutes before I felt the excitement grow and then burst in my loins. Soon, long ropes of my sperm were being shot through her cervix and into her womb. Her body was convulsing around me, and Tara went into meltdown again as I filled her womb with my seed. I was once again in paradise as a haze engulfed my brain and I was consumed by the pleasure I was feeling.

Tara was sated, and literally passed out with my cock still filling her pussy. I rolled just enough that my weight wouldn't crush her and fell asleep with her.

It was a few hours later when I woke. She was laying there under me playing with my hair and smiling. "I take it that you enjoyed our first time together," I said.

"Oh, yes. It was everything I had dreamed of," Tara replied. "I will stay with you for as long as you will have me. I hope you will fall in love with me, but even if you don't, I think this will be a wonderful experience."

I replied, "I can't, and won't, make any commitments to you right now. My life could be cut short at any time, and I would risk leaving someone who would never know what happened to me. It will be bad enough if my parents and siblings have to deal with not knowing my fate."

Tara was suddenly wide-eyed. "What is it that you do anyway?"

"I can't tell you that," I said, "but know that my job is in Indochina and it is very dangerous. Several of my friends are already dead because they were doing this job."

"Oh my God. I had no idea," she cried. "I guess the Cindy didn't tell me everything about you."

I replied, "She wouldn't have, as I will ask you not to tell anybody what I have just revealed to you. Do you want to stay or go now that you know more about me?"

"I want to stay," Tara said softly. "I want to be with you. Cindy told me that you have bad dreams, and now I understand why. I want to be here with you to keep the dreams away."

"OK then," I replied. "You can stay as long as you want or until I leave on my next flight."

I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. Tara was getting the knack of how to kiss properly by now, and her tongue was dancing with mine as I kissed her. My hands went to her breasts and softly caressed them.

I shifted over until my cock was once again lined up with her vaginal entrance and then gently slid it back into her. She gasped at the sensation of my cock filling her and pulled me in for another deep kiss.

I set up a rhythm, and Tara responded by rocking her hips in time with each thrust. My cock was driving into her with increasing force and speed as we traveled together toward climax. Just before I was sure that I was about to cum, she asked if we could try a different position. Tara got on her knees and elbows, and I drove into her from behind. Since I was already about to blow before, it didn't take long before my cock was pressed firmly against her cervix filling her womb with sperm.

I rolled off, and she nestled in beside me with her head on my shoulder. This seemed to be the most natural position to sleep with a Filipina. They generally aren't heavy enough to put your arm to sleep or cause discomfort, and they are very cuddly against your side.

When we woke in the morning to my alarm, I decided to let her stay in my room while I was on-base. I would just lock up my bag, and then I wouldn't have to worry about Tara getting into something she shouldn't.

We showered together, and after we soaped up, I did the same thing I had with Cindy by facing her to the wall with her hands supporting her, and slid into her from behind. Tara liked this position just as much as Cindy had, and she was soon shaking with an orgasm. I couldn't take much of that, and I was again soon filling her womb with my sperm.

We soaped up again, rinsed and dried off before I dressed and left the room. I gave Tara the room key and some money for breakfast and lunch, kissed her and headed for the base. "Hurry back to me as soon as you can," she said as our lips parted.

"I will be back at about one this afternoon," I said.

"OK. I will be here," she replied.

There was nothing unusual about this day. I changed at the gym into my running clothes, ran five miles, went back to the gym to shower and checked in with my contact. Then, I went to breakfast at the mess hall, off to the armory and out to the range to fire my weapons, back to the armory, then to the gym for my exercise routine and another shower and back to the mess hall for lunch.

After lunch, I stopped in at the BX for some drinks, some snacks and a sexy nightie for Tara. Even if she didn't wear the nightie much when we were in bed together, I figured that it would give her something to wear in the room while I was on-base, and she could sleep in it after I left.

I headed back to the hotel and went right up to my room. I knocked, and Tara immediately answered. When she knew it was me she immediately said, "I love you. I missed you." After she let me in, she said that housekeeping had been by earlier to change the sheets. Now, we had fresh sheets again to play on.

I sat on the bed, and Tara straddled my legs and pushed me back on the bed. She was immediately kissing me and pulling her blouse over her head. This girl had definitely shifted into high gear. Whereas she had been a fairly shy virgin when I met her, she was now initiating sex with me from a dominant position.

I assisted her by removing my own clothes as quickly as I could. By the time she had removed all of her clothes, I was holding my stiff cock in line with her vaginal entrance. It only took a short thrust and we were coupled. She looked at me in wonder as to how we had gone from greeting to full-on sex in such a short time.

Tara looked down at me and asked, "Will you think of me as a slut?"

"Of course not," I replied. "A slut is a woman who has casual sex with multiple men. You were a virgin yesterday, and as far as I know, I am the only man you are planning to have sex with." Then, I thrust up into her and ended the conversation.

Tara pushed back as I thrust into her, sending my cock fully into her depths. Tara was bouncing up and down on me as I was forcefully thrusting up into her. My cock was pressing against her cervix every time I drove into her, and minutes later her pussy was contracting around my thrusting cock as she climaxed. My cock responded by unloading spurt after spurt of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb.

Once again, we collapsed. With her head on my shoulder Tara asked, "What will we do if I get pregnant? You have been shooting lots of sperm into me. Some of it might find an egg."

I wondered when It would dawn on Tara that we were having unprotected sex. "We will deal with that if it happens," I replied and closed my eyes.

It was interesting that not one single Filipina ever suggested to me that we should use a rubber during sex. I don't think it was taught in the Philippine schools, and as far as most Filipinas were concerned, using condoms was a sin. However, some girls did ask what we would do if they got pregnant.

When we woke, it was time to go to dinner. I decided on a little nicer restaurant this evening, and we even got a bottle of wine to go with dinner. We talked a lot during dinner. Tara told me a lot about Bohol, how beautiful it was and how there were big stone Spanish mission churches around the island. It would be many years before I got the chance to see for myself, and it was, indeed, beautiful.

We went back to the room, and I gave Tara her nightie. She removed the tags and tried it on. It fit her well (it was a baby doll nightie) and she commented on how sheer it was. I said, "It isn't for wearing in public. It is for seducing your man in the privacy of your bedroom."

"Oh," Tara replied. "Then I will put it on now and seduce you." She went into the bathroom and changed into her new nightie. She was stunning when she returned. She performed a little pirouette and the bottom of the nightie spun out exposing her bare pussy. Yes, that was certainly seductive.

I stood and took her in my arms. I wanted to touch her all over, but I wanted to keep the nightie on her. My hands went up under the nightie and caressed her soft breasts and I lifted her to wrap her legs around my waist. Tara was kissing me madly with her arms wrapped around my neck. Between kisses, she was saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you," over and over again. It was enough to make me feel loved.

I laid her down on her back and quickly finished undressing. She released me enough that I could move my lips down to her pussy. Tara understood what I was about to do this time and spread her legs wide. Her pussy smelled so good and tasted so sweet, and soon there were juices flowing freely out of her.

I slid a finger into her vagina, and was motioning 'come here' inside of her, while I licked and sucked her clit. Tara was soon at the edge of climax, and I slid up to finish the job with my cock. I let her position my cock at her vaginal entrance before I pushed slowly into her wetness.

Tara's juices were flowing out of her even as my cock was sliding in. The room was filling with the sounds of sex as we squished every time our bodies came together. It is truly beautiful music, especially when combined with the sounds of a Filipina coming unglued on your cock. Moans followed squeals that followed Ooo's and Aaah's.

Tara's pussy went into meltdown while I continued to thrust in and out of her body. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. And I shot my seed deep into her womb as her cervix seemed to open and contract to assist my sperm on its journey. When I was completely spent, I leaned down to kiss her deeply.

Again, Tara whispered that she loved me before falling asleep in my arms. I never had a nightmare while I was with Tara, which allowed me to rest much, much better than if I had been alone. I was thankful to have her with me. However, I was still hesitant to make any commitments to her. Commitments to a Filipina just hadn't worked out for me.

We slept a long time that night, only waking once to make love. In the morning, we had sex in the shower, and I headed off for the base, while she stayed in the room. Tara hadn't used any of the money I gave her the day before, so I made her promise to get something to eat today.

The next three days were pretty much the same, except that the last day I received notification of my next flight. After dinner, we went back to the room and had sex several times before falling asleep. After we showered the next morning, I kissed Tara goodbye, we grabbed our bags, and we headed out the door for the last time. I had no idea what I would do on my return trip through Clark... IF I made it that far. I decided to put it out of my mind for now and headed for the base terminal.

As it turned out, Tara headed for home before I returned because she was never able to find any job other than as a prostitute, which wasn't what she wanted, so I never saw her again. Another roommate gave me a letter from her when I returned to Angeles City, but nothing happened with that roommate and I never followed up to find Tara, so that was the end of Tara's story.

Chapter 14 -- Carly

I was on my seventh trip into Laos when I met Carly walking along a street in Angeles City. One of the routines the Air Force had established for the members of my unit was an extended stay at Clark Air Force Base, both on the way to Laos and on the way back to the US. This was due to the harsh conditions that we endured in Laos and the weight loss during these missions. By now, I was used to the routine.

I had flown into Clark on a C-141 a few hours earlier, had checked into the hotel where I had been assigned, and I was hungry. On my way to dinner at a restaurant I liked, I spotted a small but beautiful Filipina carrying a small suitcase.

I stopped and asked her if she needed help. You never know where a small act of kindness will lead. She almost started crying. She said she had come to Angeles City for a job as a domestic helper, but when she got to the address she had been given, it was a bar. She didn't know what to do because she didn't have enough money to get back home or even eat.

I introduced myself, "I'm Pete. May I ask your name?"

She replied, "My name is Carly."

"Carly, if you will allow me to take you to dinner, maybe we can figure something out for the rest of your problems," I said.

"I have no money to pay you," she replied.

"That's OK, I said. "Maybe we can work it out so there isn't any money required."

I took her bag, and we walked to the restaurant. I asked for a table in the back where we could talk and set her bag against a wall by the table. This restaurant mostly served soups and sandwiches. I asked her if it would be OK if I just ordered for both of us.

She replied, "That would be fine. I am hungry, but I don't want to burden you."

I made a mental note and ordered extra food when the waitress came to the table. "Where are you from, Carly?"

Carly basically told me her life story. I had heard this tale before. It is amazing how poor most people are in the Philippines, but they still keep having more kids. Her parents were poor farmers in the mountains of Cebu. They had twelve kids, but three of them died when they were young, so Carly now had eight siblings at home.

Carly was the oldest daughter in her family, so after she graduated from high school, her parents sent her to find a job and help the family. It has always been customary for Filipinas to help their parents and siblings like that. When she heard about a domestic helper job that was available, she took the money she had stashed over the years and set off for Angeles City.

That was how she ended up coming to Angeles City. She had just enough money for ferry and bus fare to get there, but nothing left for food, so she had barely eaten in three days. I called the waitress back and ordered more food. I wasn't sure where this tiny girl was going to put it all, but I doubted the food would go to waste.

We talked about possibilities for her finding other work in AC, but she said she had no place to stay. I told her not to worry her pretty head about that. Carly looked at me funny, and asked, "Do you really think I am pretty?"

"No doubt," I replied. "You are beautiful."

She blushed and said, "Thank you."

The food and drinks came, and Carly really was that hungry. I said, "A pretty girl like you should never have to go hungry and should always have a bed to sleep in." After she consumed the dessert, I paid the bill and we walked back to the hotel where I was staying with me carrying her suitcase.

Carly was obviously very nervous, so I stopped first at a small store and bought orange juice and then at the hotel bar for some ice. Then, we went up to my room. She thought the room was huge. "This is almost as big as our house and much nicer. You even have your own CR (comfort room)."

I had her sit on the bed while I went into the bathroom (CR) to make drinks (orange juice, Everclear and ice in hers and just OJ and ice in mine). Everclear had very little taste, so the orange juice hid it well. I gave Carly her drink, and she immediately guzzled it. "Wow," I commented, but took her glass back to the bathroom to refill it.

We continued to talk as I continued to refill her glass whenever she emptied it. I told her that she could stay with me for several days while she looked for work if she wanted. Carly looked around and asked, "Where would I sleep?"

I replied, "Don't worry. It's a big bed. You will have plenty of room." She mulled that over, but she had consumed four or five drinks by that point, so I'm not sure how much logical thought went through her pretty head. Come to think of it, I am never sure how much logic Filipinas ever use. In any event, she never again questioned that she would stay with me.

With all of that liquid, Carly needed to pee, so I showed her the CR. I showed her the toilet, sink and shower, and I got out a new toothbrush for her along with the toothpaste. Then, I left her alone and went back to the bed. When she returned, she started to get on the bed with her clothes on, but I asked if she wouldn't be more comfortable with less clothes. Carly said she didn't have any nightgowns or pajamas.

I said, "It will be fine if you just wear your top and panties to bed. I will turn out the lights, so you can slip out of your pants and bra, if you want."

"OK," she replied. I turned off the lights and quickly slipped out of my clothes. She stripped and lay on a towel I had placed over the sheet in case we made a mess later. That turned out to be a good idea.

I rolled to face her as she lay on her back. I asked, "Carly, have you ever been kissed?"

"No," she replied.

"Is it OK if I kiss you? I find you to be very beautiful and would love to taste your lips," I said.

Again, Carly replied, "OK, but I may not be any good at it." I leaned down and kissed her on her lips. It was a slow kiss at first to let her get used to the feel and taste. It was obvious from the start that, while she had never been kissed before, she liked it.

When she started to moan, I slipped my tongue between her teeth and into her mouth. It startled her at first, but then she let her tongue start to dance with mine, and before long Carly was really moaning into the kiss. When I broke the kiss, all she said was, "Wow. I liked that. Can we do it some more?"

I replied, "Of course," and resumed the kiss. This time, I introduced her to my hands roaming around her body as we kissed. After all, it was somewhat dark, so I had to use the Braille method. At first, her hands were there to fend me off in case my hands went anywhere too personal, but early on, I steered clear of her breasts and pussy. Instead, I focused on her sides, her neck and her legs.

Once Carly was more relaxed, I started expanding my territory slowly. I let my lips drift from her mouth to her earlobes and neck. I could feel her responding to my kisses. Her hands were now gripping the pillow at either side of her head. She suddenly moaned, "I can't have sex unless we get married."

"Don't worry. I won't do anything that you tell me you don't want to do," I replied. That satisfied her, and I knew that at some point Carly would give in to her new desires and let me enter her. She relaxed a little and gave me more freedom to explore her body.

"I have never felt anything like this before. It feels so good that it must be a sin," she said. I hadn't even pulled her shirt or panties off at that point. What would she think when I started becoming more intimate with her? I suspected that Carly would totally lose control.

I continued to alternate between kissing her lips, her earlobes and her neck until my hands had made it to her chest and were massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs. Then, after a while, I pulled her shirt up over her shoulders and head and then completely off her body. I think the first time Carly really noticed that her shirt was gone was when I sucked her right nipple into my mouth.

"Oh my God," she cried out. "That feels so good." I started earnestly suckling her nipples, taking turns between them and occasionally sucking in the tender tit flesh around her breasts and probably causing hickeys. Carly dressed so modestly that I was confident that nobody but I would see them anyway.

Even as I suckled her breasts, my hands weren't idle. I softly rubbed up and down her vulva over the top of her panties. Again, her hands started fending me off, but when Carly started feeling the pleasure, she once again let me have my way with no interference.

Once Carly's panties were totally soaked, I slipped a finger under the leg hole and directly onto her vulva. The result was electric, and her hips rose off of the bed as her pussy tried to have more contact rather than less. At first, her hands came up to hold my hand still, but as I softly rubbed her pussy from clit to vaginal entrance and back several times, her hands moved away and her hips rocked up and down in time with my finger movements.

I asked, "Does that feel good?"

"God, yes," she replied.

"Then take off your panties, so they won't be in the way," I said.

Carly paused a moment before reaching down and removing her panties. Once they were clear of her feet, her legs naturally spread a little wider. I worked Carly's clit with my fingertip until her juices were pouring out of her vaginal entrance. Then, I slid down until my tongue could lick the length of her vulva.

Again, she was shocked and tried to close her legs, but my head was firmly between them. "Please, no," she pleaded. "It is dirty there."

I replied, "There is nothing dirty about this. You are as sweet as honey, and I would guess this feels at least as good to you as it does to me."

"OK," she said, "But you will stop if I want you to?"

"Yes, of course," I replied, knowing that she would soon be beyond the point of no return.

My tongue was busy exploring her pussy, and I was alternating my explorations with sucking her clit. Carly was getting very close to her first climax, and she voiced her concern that she would pee. I told her it wasn't pee that she was feeling and that she should just relax and enjoy the feelings. Amazingly, she actually relaxed, although her reflexes had her legs alternately clamping my head and spreading as far as possible.

As I sucked her clit, I let my index finger explore Carly's vaginal opening. I discovered that she had a thin hymen right at the vaginal entrance. With persistence, my finger worked into the small hole in her hymen without tearing it. It was up to the first knuckle when Carly's world came unglued, and she crashed into her first orgasm.

"Oh my God. What is happening?" she asked as her body started to shake.

"Don't worry, Carly. Just ride the wave of pleasure and see where it takes you," I said. "You are entering paradise without having to die first."

As her body contracted around my finger, I was able to slide it in to the second knuckle, working it to massage her g-spot and increase her pleasure even further. Her climax was glorious, and Carly shook and danced under me. By this time, I had worked my way back up her body, and I was kneeling between her knees.

Lost in her orgasm, Carly's legs wrapped around my back and pulled me to her. I let the tip of my cockhead replace my finger and started softly rubbing her with it. Pretty soon, my entire cock was coated in her juices, and she was actively pushing against it in her convulsions.

What was a gentleman to do? I let my cockhead slip just inside of her vaginal entrance. At first, her hymen stretched, but then it split and allowed my cock to slide easily into her depths. Carly opened her eyes as she felt a sting when her hymen yielded up its treasure. Then, seemingly in resignation of what had already happened, she pushed back against me, burying my cock up to her cervix.

I kissed a small tear from her eye and then kissed her softly on the lips. Her mouth opened in acceptance as my tongue danced with hers. Since I had been eating her pussy just moments before, I'm sure that Carly tasted her juices on my lips, but she didn't seem to mind.

I started the ancient rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, increasing the speed and depth as we progressed from one plateau to the next, pleasure increasing with every rise in action. For a tiny girl (Carly was maybe four-foot-eight), her vagina stretched nicely to accommodate the full length of my cock. Even so, my cockhead was pressing against her cervix with every thrust, drawing a moan from her lips. I could measure her excitement by the volume of her moans.

As Carly neared another climax, I felt my seed rising as well. My orgasm overtook me, and I pressed my cock into her depths with all of my strength, causing long ropes of sperm to shoot through her cervix and into her womb. Suddenly, the waves of another climax crashed into her, wiping out any rational thought as her body tried to milk my cock of all of its precious load.

As my seed was pumped into her womb, Carly pulled me even deeper into her, locking her legs around my back as her body shook and quivered under and around me. This ensured that my full load of sperm was pulled deep into her womb to her waiting egg (if one was there).

I finally collapsed on top of Carly, rolling to the side so my weight wasn't directly on her while I caught my breath. When I could finally talk, I whispered in her ear, "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever felt."

She smiled at me and asked, "Do you love me?" and then added, "I think I love you."

I smiled at her and replied, "Please give me some time. Love takes time to build and isn't usually something that happens instantly."

"OK, Pete," she said. "I will give you whatever time you need. I hoped to give my virginity to my husband, and now I hope that man is you, since I have already given you my virginity."

"I understand," I replied. "You need to understand that I am only here at Clark for a week, and then I will be going to Thailand and beyond for a while before I return. We need to find you a job, so you can support yourself until I return to you. Otherwise, we will need to get you back home."

"OK," she said and closed her eyes as she snuggled up against me.

I'm not sure what time it was when I woke again. I was aware of her body pressed against me, her butt pressed into my groin. It didn't take long before my hardening cock had found her vaginal entrance and was working its way into her depths.

Carly must have become aware of the intrusion, and she pushed back against me. "That stings a little bit," she said, but then she pushed back again. By now, my cock was deep inside her vagina, and I rolled her up onto her knees and elbows with my cock still embedded in her pussy.

I drove my cock fully into her vagina, bottoming out against her cervix again. Her pussy was producing a lot of lubrication, and I slid easily in and out of her depths. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "This is how I always imagined sex would be like with my husband. I saw my father with my mother this way many times, so I thought this was how it was done."

I told her, "There are many different positions, and some are better than others."

Carly really enjoyed doggy style, and it seemed like my cock was able to reach new depths, constantly knocking on the door to her womb. She drove back against me with every thrust my cock made into her. The whole time, she was moaning and squealing in delight. She was getting close to another climax. The nearer Carly got, the more she would squeal and buck against me.

The words, "I love you," became Carly's whole vocabulary as we thrust against each other. It is interesting how sex turns a key in a woman's brain that causes her to attach all of her emotions to her partner. This was certainly true for Filipinas. It seemed like every Filipina I fucked fell in love with me.

Finally, Carly's climax crashed over her, and she became a shaking, spasming sex goddess who squeezed and milked my cock inside of her body. A man can only take so much, and I was once again sending rope after rope of hot sperm deep into her womb. I am pretty sure that the entire load ended up deep in her womb because hardly any leaked out even though I could feel that my climax was huge. I could feel the sperm being jetted in through her cervix with every spurt. I was once again in paradise on Earth.

Once again, I collapsed after all of my seed was spent. Carly turned and embraced me deeply, kissing me as if she was an experienced woman. Her vocabulary was still loaded with love. There is something very special about a beautiful woman showering you with love and physical affection.

I was asleep in an instant, but I'm sure that Carly was awake for much of the night because every time I even partially awoke, she was rubbing her body against me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. It was a very pleasant way to spend a night. When my alarm went off in the morning, she leaned forward and kissed me as she said, "Good morning, sweetheart."

I suggested that we get a shower together, and she replied, "Yesterday, I never would have guessed that I would waking up naked next to a man who just asked me to shower with him, but yes, I will shower with you."

I explained that I had to go to the base until early afternoon, but that I would be back. I encouraged her to walk along the street to ask about any available jobs. Carly would need to find something in the next several days, but that she shouldn't take any job that she didn't feel good about. It was more important that she feel good about herself than how much money she could make.

When we got into the shower, Carly asked me to wash her back, which I was more than happy to do. Once her back was to me, I placed her hands against the wall and entered her from behind as I soaped up her back, her bottom, her sides, and reaching around, her breasts. For such a small woman, her breasts were really quite large, not so big as to be disproportionate to her, but definitely a handful each.

My cock was sliding in and out of her pussy as my hands scrubbed her body. I'm sure that was the cleanest she had ever been. Carly actively pushed back against me as my cock plumbed her pussy and my hands slid all over her body. She obviously enjoyed the shower, and she said so. "I think we should shower together every morning and every evening. This is much better than the bucket bath I have to use at home."

This time, I started shooting my seed deep inside her before she reached climax, but the hot seed being pumped deep into her womb soon had her climaxing right along with me. "I have never had such a strenuous bath before. I am more tired than when we started," she said when her orgasm waned.

I suggested that she take a nap before she went out looking for work, and she thought that was a good idea. I had to go to the base, and I told Carly the approximate time that I would be returning. After she looked for work, she should come back to the hotel lobby and wait for me to return. I gave her some money for food and headed for the base. Carly kissed me one more time before I walked out the door and said, "Don't forget that I love you."

"I won't forget," I replied and walked out. It was only a short walk to the main gate from the hotel, and I was able to catch a shuttle van to the base gym to change into running clothes and stash my regular uniform in a locker. After a five-mile run, I headed back to the gym to shower and then went to breakfast at the mess hall and headed to base headquarters to check in.

Next, I was off to the base armorer to pick up my weapons and head for the special range. The range work took a couple of hours before I was returned to the armorer at Security Police. Then, it was back to the gym for a workout and shower before I headed to the mess hall for lunch.

I was now done for the day, and I headed back to my hotel in Angeles City. Carly was sitting there in the lobby with a smile on her face when I got there. It was good news. As soon as she had gone out, she was offered jobs by people at several of the bars she passed, who immediately noticed her beauty, but she didn't want that. Yes, she did talk with them, but didn't accept any of their offers. Then, as she continued walking, Carly saw a 'help wanted' sign at a restaurant down the street from the hotel.

She applied and got hired, so Carly now had a job to support herself until I returned. The job also came with a bed in a small apartment that she would share with some other girls, so she had a place to stay. She would get her meals there at the restaurant to be included in her salary, so she wouldn't starve.

We went up to my room, and Carly said that she wanted to celebrate her good fortune. She said, "I never would have had any of this if you hadn't stopped to help me, so I owe everything to you."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "I helped you because you looked like you needed help and not because I wanted to create a debt. Besides, you have already repaid any debt there might have been when you gave me the most precious thing you possessed, and you have also given me your love. I am honored."

"What precious thing have I given you?" she asked.

"You gave me your virginity, and you could only give that to one man in your life," I replied. "That makes it very precious."

"Oh, that," she said. "I hadn't intended to give that to you, but what you did to me last night felt so good that I got carried away. However, I would give my virginity to you every time we make love, if that would make you happy."

"So, how do you want to celebrate?" I asked.

Carly replied in typical Carly style by starting to undress and saying we could start our celebration in the shower. As soon as she slipped her panties off on her way to the bathroom, she turned and asked, "Are you coming, or do I have to celebrate alone?"

I was out of my clothes in a flash and following her to the shower. There, I was greeted with warm water (Carly had learned how to control the water temperature) and a wet kiss and arms wrapped around me. I reached around her legs and lifted her, so she could wrap her legs around my waist, and pinned her against the shower wall.

She reached down between us and guided my cock to its new home in her pussy. I slid easily into her depths, all while kissing her and playing with her breasts. This is what paradise feels like. We set up a rhythm, and my cock was steadily thrusting and withdrawing, faster, harder and deeper with every stroke.

"Was this how you wanted to celebrate?" I asked.

"Yes, this was exactly what I had in mind," Carly replied. Then she bit my shoulder softly as she started to orgasm on my cock. The muscles in her vagina rhythmically milking my cock was more than I could take, and I was once again filling her womb with active little sperm.

Eventually, I could no longer support her, and we actually got to the washing part of the shower. We dried each other and retired to the bed for a nap before dinner. When I awoke, Carly was lying next to me studying my face and body. "Wake up, sleepy head," she said. "Do you want dinner or more celebration."

I smiled at this beauty beside me and kissed her. "I guess that answers that," she said as she lifted her leg to straddle my waist. With a quick adjustment, she had my cock sliding smoothly into her pussy. "Is this OK?" she asked.

I sighed as my cock slipped into her depths, "It is more than OK. It is paradise." With that, I jerked my hips up hard, slamming my cock into its rightful place against her cervix. She squealed and started rocking her hips to set up a rhythm.

I showed her how to place her feet flat on the bed on either side of my hips to get the maximum range of movement of her pussy sliding over my cock, and Carly caught on quickly. Soon, she was slamming down against me, alternately burying my cock and almost sliding off it as she rushed us both toward climax.

Carly started climaxing first, with her pussy spasming around my plunging cock, but I was not far behind. As soon as I felt my sperm starting to rise, I gripped her hips and held her pussy tightly against my cock. I felt rope after rope of hot sperm being pumped through her cervix and into her womb until I could no longer produce any more. By then, Carly had collapsed on me and was kissing me with passion. "That was the best ever," she said. I had to agree. I was completely spent (at least for a while).

Carly got up and headed to the shower. "Let's get cleaned up and get something to eat," she said.

I followed her quickly, but I knew there would be no sex in the shower this time. We washed each other, dried and got dressed for dinner. We chose to eat at a café close to the hotel and then returned to the room. She was now tired, and so was I, so we decided to sleep for a while.

The next four days and nights went pretty much the same, except that Carly started work at the restaurant, so she wasn't off when I returned from the base each afternoon. I had the hotel give me an extra key, so she could let herself in whenever she wanted.

I would nap in the afternoon, and would wake up to a beautiful woman leaning over and kissing me. The afternoon naps were actually good for me because I wasn't getting much sleep at night. Besides, In Laos, I would usually sleep during the middle of the day, since the best times for spotting movement were usually in the early morning and late afternoon. Night was for changing positions to get better views.

When I received notification that I would be flying out the next day, I told Carly. She was heartbroken. I guess she thought she would have me longer before I left. I made sure that I knew where to find her when I returned to Clark.

We made love throughout that night, and my balls were empty of sperm in the morning, but it was OK. I would lay down and sleep in the back of the Air Force cargo plane taking me to Thailand. It was a tearful goodbye when Carly left for work the next morning. Then, I was off to the main gate and the base air terminal.

When I returned a few weeks later, Carly was nowhere to be found. She was no longer working at the restaurant, and nobody knew where she was. The only clue was from a fellow waitress who said she thought Carly had gone to become a bargirl in a bar for more money, but she didn't know which bar. This seemed to be the story of my life, that Filipinas were seldom to be found where you left them. I had learned this lesson with other Filipinas and gave up after a short search.

I think three things mainly caused this sudden disappearance of Filipinas from my life. One cause was that Filipino employees had no rights and could be fired on a whim. When they got fired, they not only had to find a new job, but often had to find someplace else to live.

Another cause is that Filipinas tend to be fickle. They change their minds often at the drop of a hat and are easily convinced that another pasture is greener. They seldom reflect on the consequences of their actions until too late. The third cause was duty to family.

In any case, Carly was gone.

Chapter 15 -- Nancy

Nancy was working in a restobar (restaurant/bar combination) as a waitress when I met her. In Angeles City, waitresses didn't normally go out on bar fines with customers, so I put that aside at first. Over the course of the evening, she was often at my table chatting me up. I decided to take my chances and asked her when she got off work. Nancy looked at me and told me, "Midnight. What do you have in mind?"

"I thought I would take you for a bite to eat someplace where we can talk more freely," I replied.

"OK," she said. "I have never been out with a customer before, but you seem like a nice guy. I noticed that you only drink cokes and no alcohol. Why is that?"

"I stay away from alcohol because it will kill me if I drink it," I replied. "My body doesn't like it, and I want to live as long as I can."

"It will kill you?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "It seems that I am allergic to anything more than a tiny amount."

"That makes sense that you would stay away from it then," Nancy said. "By the way, my name is Nancy. What's yours?"

I replied, "I'm Pete. I will stay here until you get off."

"I would rather you meet me at the café," she said. "I don't want anybody from the bar to know I am going out with a customer. What café do you want to go to?"

I named the café, and she said she would meet me there at midnight. Sure enough, she walked up to my table shortly after midnight. I had already ordered for us, and the food and drinks came while we talked. Nancy, like so many other girls I had met in Angeles City, was the oldest daughter in her family and had been sent off to make money to send back to the family.

Luckily for her, she hadn't been picked up by a recruiter, so she wasn't indebted to her employer for their expenses. It turned out that Nancy was from a village barely a hundred kilometers from AC, so it was easy for her to get there by bus. She even had money for a return ticket, if she needed it (but she didn't).

She started looking for a job right away, but she didn't want to be a dancer in a bar. She applied at several businesses around town with no success, so she finally ended up in the bar district along Fields Avenue. She was able to get a job as a waitress in the restobar where she now worked.

We sat there and talked through the small meal, and I eventually had to pay the bill. I told her that I would like to get to know her better, if she would like that. Nancy asked, "Where would you like to go to talk?"

I said, "In my room, if that is OK with you. You can leave any time you want, and I will understand."

I have never been to a man's room, but I will go with you," she replied.

We headed to my room, and I stopped along the way for some orange juice and ice. She commented, "This is a nice room. Do you bring girls here often?"

I replied honestly, "You are the only girl I have ever brought to this room." I was never given the same room in the hotel, so since it was my first time staying in this room, I was being truthful. "Would you like some orange juice and ice while we talk?" I asked.

"Yes, please," Nancy replied. I told her to sit on the bed while I made the drinks. Of course, a little bit of Everclear was added to her drink before I stirred it. When I returned with the drinks, she was sitting with her back against the pillow and headboard. "This is the first time I have been in a man's bed too," she said.

I replied, "Well, technically you are just 'on' the bed. You would have to get under the top sheet to be 'in' the bed."

She looked down and then pulled the top sheet over her legs. "OK, now I am in the bed." I liked where this was going. I gave Nancy the orange juice mixture, and she liked it. It was quickly gone. I kept her glass filled as we talked, and I soon thought I knew her pretty well.

She grew up in a conservative Catholic family that had way too many children for the small house they lived in, she had never had a boyfriend or even a boy that was interested in her. I found that hard to believe, but after her fourth drink, I was sure she was telling the truth (from her perspective anyway).

After she told me about no boyfriends, I asked if it would be OK if I kissed her. She blushed but nodded her assent. I leaned in and gave her a soft romantic kiss (that I believe every girl deserves as a first kiss). When the kiss ended, I asked if she liked that, and she nodded 'yes' again.

I asked if I could kiss her again, and Nancy smiled at me. I took that as a 'yes' and leaned in for another kiss. This time, I used my hands to draw her into me, keeping them on her back and her sides. This kiss lasted longer, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth to dance with her tongue. That surprised her, and she pulled back for a second before giving in to her urges and kissing me back.

Soon, we were letting our tongues dance and explore each other's mouths with abandon. When our lips parted, Nancy just said, "Wow."

"You liked that?" I asked.

Nancy replied, "Yes. I liked that very much. It made me feel very good. I feel tingly all over my body."

"It only feels better the more we do," I replied and then kissed her again without waiting for her reply. This time, I let my hands slide up her back inside of her top. I started to massage her back until she relaxed, and then I unhooked the back of her bra.

She broke the kiss and asked, "What are you doing?"

I replied, "The bra was in my way to give you a good back massage."

I guess that was good enough for her because she kissed me again as I freely massaged her back and sides. Of course, I let my hands wander a little to massage her side boobs too, but what man wouldn't? Soon, her top was pushed up to where it was above her breasts, and she was totally lost in the kisses.

I gradually moved the massage around to her front, and I was enjoying her breasts. They weren't big, but typical for most Filipinas, and they felt just right in the palms of my hands. I guess it felt good to her too, because she was moaning into our kisses and pressing her breasts against my hands.

Nancy had small nipples that stood proud of small areolas. Everything seemed to fit the package. I pushed her bra and top up to her neck, and she slid her arms out of them before letting them be lifted from her completely.

She said, "I have never done anything like this before, but it feels right with you, and you make me feel so good I can't stop." That was music to my ears, and I took it as her consent for me to go further. I kissed my way along her earlobes and neck until I was suckling at her nipples. "Oh my God," she said. "That feels so good."

I explored her breasts thoroughly until both nipples had their share and both breasts had evidence of hickeys forming. As I did that, Nancy was lying back against the pillow and squirming under my kisses and touches. While my lips concentrated on her breasts, my hands began to play around her shorts.

I could tell she was fast approaching the edge, but I didn't want to take her over that edge too quickly. That might allow her to think. So, I rubbed her crotch a bit and played with her button and zipper. Then, it was back to her crotch before pulling her shorts down a little. This continued until her shorts were dangling from one foot and her panties were soaked.

"I never knew it could feel so good," she exclaimed.

"Like I said, it only gets better," I replied. My index finger was now exploring the edge of the leg hole of her panties, and it was simple to slide it under and onto her slick vulva. Nancy had already produced tons of natural lubrication and was only minutes away from climax. I hooked the sides of her panties and started pulling them down her legs. At first, she attempted to stop me, but then she released her grip and let her panties go.

When her panties came off, I switched my oral focus from her breasts to her pussy. Nancy's pussy was pink and beautiful. It was like a fully opened flower. My tongue found her labia and then her clitoris. I could tell that she was about to protest, but when my tongue found her clitoris, her protest was swallowed and lost forever to the world.

Her hands found my hair, but instead of pulling me away, they pulled my head even closer to her pussy. With my hands free, and Nancy totally occupied with what I was doing to her pussy, I was able to slip out of my clothes. At last, my cock was free of its bounds.

I explored Nancy's pussy from one end to the other with both my tongue and my fingers. She was especially fond of me sucking her clit into my mouth, and finally her dam broke, and her orgasm came spilling out to consume her senses.

I quickly slid up over her until my cock was coated in her juices and pushed it deep into her vaginal entrance. Nancy's eyes opened, but she was still in the midst of her orgasm, so the slight pain of her hymen being torn was ignored. I pushed in deeper and deeper until I was against her cervix. I could feel her vaginal walls still spasming around my cock as I reached full depth.

I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth again, knowing that her clitoris would be too sensitive to touch for a few minutes. My cock was slowly sliding in and out of her pussy as I suckled at her breast. She hadn't said anything since I entered her, and I was hoping that she wouldn't suddenly get angry.

I didn't need to worry. Her hips soon kicked into gear, and she was rocking her pussy to meet my strokes. Some girls just understand what to do without having to be told or shown. It wasn't long before I was looking down at a beautiful girl who was looking up at me as we performed the dance of love.

We were soon thrusting and withdrawing in a comfortable rhythm, which gradually sped up over time. I knew that I didn't have far to go, as I was already feeling my seed start to rise in my balls. I was hoping that Nancy could quickly follow because she had already experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Girls that I have known have often had a second orgasm shortly after their first if stimulation was continued.

I was certainly providing stimulation. My cock was repeatedly pressing against her cervix, and I could feel her vaginal walls squeezing my cock with every thrust and withdrawal. It didn't take too much of that before we were both crashing into orgasm. Spurt after spurt of hot sperm shot up into her womb as I pressed my cock tightly against her cervix. Nancy's vaginal walls were milking every last drop of sperm out of me.

I collapsed, rolling off to the side. I was glad that I had the forethought to place a towel over the bottom sheet because there was now a bloody spot on the towel under her bottom.

Nancy stared up at the ceiling and asked, "What have we done?"

"I believe it is called making love," I replied.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"I don't know. Do you love me?" I returned.

"I'm not sure yet," she said. "I have never felt this way about anybody before, but I have a need to be close to you. Maybe over time, we will know if this is love. For now, I am just happy to be here with you."

"Close is good," I replied. "Do you have anywhere you need to be?"

"No," Nancy said. I am fine here for now."

It has always been funny to me how Filipinas placed so much stock in keeping their virginity, but then after they lost it, it was as if it was nothing. Nancy wasn't the first girl to lose her virginity to me, and her reaction was fairly typical.

She snuggled up to me and was showering my face with butterfly kisses. "Do you want to sleep here with me?" I asked.

"I have nothing to wear," she replied.

"Perfect," I said. "A beautiful, naked woman lying next to me would have to be one of the best feelings there is. I can't think of a better way to fall asleep."

Nancy leaned over to kiss me again before she rolled and put her butt against my groin. "I wonder how much sleep we will get?" she asked.

"Maybe not much," I replied.

After a long flight in a cargo plane, it didn't take me long to fall asleep. Having a beautiful woman next to me just made it a lot more comfortable. There is something compelling about snuggling up to a smooth-skinned Filipina that I can't explain, but I know that it is real. They are warm, and yet you don't get overheated being next to them. It makes for a great sleep.

The other thing was that I was still having nightmares between missions, but I found that I rarely had a nightmare when I had a girl sleeping next to me. I know, that sounds crazy, but it was true. I treasured these times even more because of that.

It was about 0300 hours when I woke next. My cock had gotten hard and was between Nancy's legs. I slid it back and forth a bit, and it was becoming lubricated by her juices. A slight change in angle was all it took to pop into her vaginal entrance. I slowly slid in and out of her for several minutes until I felt my climax approaching. When it overwhelmed me, I thrust as far as I could up into her vagina and shot my sperm through her cervix.

Nancy never even woke during our late-night lovemaking, which was fine. My cock slipped out of her, and I fell asleep again. The next time I woke, my alarm was going off. "What is that?" she asked.

"Don't worry," I said. "I set the alarm early enough for us to have some more fun before I go to the base. Would you like to make love again here in the bed or in the shower?"

"Hmmm, you ask all the hard questions. How did you know that I would want to make love again?" she asked.

"Well," I said. "I guess NOT making love again would be a third option, if that is what you want."

"This is so new to me that I hardly know what to do, but I don't want to disappoint you," Nancy said. "Let's try the shower and see how that goes. I could use a shower anyway. I am not looking forward to putting my panties back on."

I led Nancy into the shower, adjusted the water temperature and got us both wet. Then, I proceeded to scrub every inch of her body. She was surprised. "You are really getting me clean," she said.

"After I wash you, then you can wash me," I replied.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I have never actually touched a man before."

"Hahaha," I laughed. "Then this should be fun for both of us. If I am right, you never had a man touch you the way that I did last night either. After we are both clean, I'm sure we can find something fun to do here in the shower."

One final rinse of her body (with plenty of finger play around her breasts and pussy), and it was her turn to wash me. Nancy was hesitant at first, so I told her not to worry about anything. She wasn't likely to break me as long as she was gentle with my balls. So, Nancy started scrubbing my body, getting soap into every little nook and cranny.

Of course, she spent a lot of time soaping up and exploring my cock, and by the time I was soaped up I was also very hard. I got under the shower head and rinsed thoroughly, and then I turned my full attention to her.

I kissed her passionately under the running water until Nancy finally sputtered, "You are trying to drown me."

I laughed, "Aww... You figured it out. I guess I will have to spear you instead." With that, I backed her up against the wall away from the shower head and lifted her until her legs were wrapped around my waist. Again, I kissed her passionately as one hand held her up and the other hand guided my cock into her vaginal entrance.

"Oh my God, that feels so big in me," she squealed. "Are you sure that you won't slip?"

"Not much worry of that," I replied, and I started thrusting and withdrawing in a nice rhythm.

"Oh wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "That feels so good. I think you fit perfectly inside of me. It is as if we were made for each other."

"Maybe," I replied, but I had felt this perfect match enough to know that many girls could fit my cock deep in their vaginas. In any event, it felt extremely good as I slid in and out of her. It wouldn't take very much of this before I was orgasming in her. Luckily, she was also showing signs that her climax was fast approaching.

Then, at almost the same time, we both saw a bright flash of light as our climaxes overtook us. Suddenly, as I held my cock pressed against her cervix, I was shooting long ropes of hot seed into her womb, and I was once again in Paradise.

After we both came down from our orgasms, I moved to rinse us both off again before we toweled off. Once back in the bedroom, we quietly dressed and then talked some more before we parted ways for the day. I asked if she would like to sleep in my room for the time I was here, and she replied, "Could I? Today is my day off. When do you get done at the base?"

"I will be back here at the hotel by 2 PM," I told her. "You can meet me in the lobby."

"OK," she replied. "I think I am falling in love with you." With that, we left the room on our way to our destinations. For me, that meant my normal routine, which you already know. For her, that meant going back to her room to get some extra clothes.

When I returned that afternoon, Nancy was waiting in the lobby with a small bag across her lap. She rose as I entered, and we headed for my room. I said, "What should we do now?"

"I wonder," she replied.

I backed her up against the bed and laid her back, kissing her as we went. When she was flat on the bed, I asked, "How do you feel about losing your virginity?"

"At first, I was surprised," she replied, "I didn't know that was going to happen right then, but it didn't really hurt much, so I wondered why girls got so scared about losing their virginity. I know that our religion tells us to remain pure until we are married, but I wonder how many girls would still be pure if they knew how good it felt."

"It sounds like it was a good experience then," I said.

"Yes," Nancy replied. "It was very good. I haven't been able to think of anything besides the feeling of your cock inside of me since we left the room this morning. I want more. I hope that doesn't make me a bad girl."

"Of course not," I replied. "God gave us sex that we might have joy. There is no way that it can be bad." I leaned down and kissed her deeply. "How do you feel about me then?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "I love you. I cannot be complete without you anymore."

"Well," I said, "I will be here this week, and then I will be in Southeast Asia for three or four weeks. Will you be here when I return?"

"I will be here, Pete," Nancy replied.

I kissed her again. Then I asked her to take off her own clothes in the sexiest way she could think of. She looked at me funny, but then she rolled off the bed to stand next to it. "If I had a pole, I could do it better," she said. "The dancers in the bar always make it look so sexy." Nancy proceeded to remove all of her clothes, ending the striptease by twirling her panties around her finger and tossing them to me. "Was that what you wanted?"

"That was exactly what I was hoping for," I said. "Now, come here and take my clothes off of me, and do it as sexily as you can think of."

"OK," she replied. With that, Nancy straddled me as she unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it off of my shoulders and over her head, letting her breasts rub over my chest and up to my mouth. Next, she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper. My button was soon undone, and she asked, "What do we have in here?" With that, Nancy leaned down and ran her tongue over my boxers. "It feels really big. I think I should explore some more."

Nancy pulled my pants down my legs and off my feet. Then she slowly followed the same route with my boxers. Once they were off my feet, she once again straddled me and leaned over to feed me her nipple. At the same time, her pussy was sliding over my cock, getting everything nice and lubricated.

I felt it as the tip found her vaginal entrance and entered slowly. It was an exquisite feeling as my cock slid smoothly into her vagina, kind of like entering paradise. I slowly entered her until my cock was firmly pressed against her cervix.

Nancy gasped as my cock pressed against the entrance to her womb, "Are you going to make me pregnant, Pete?"

"How would I know that?" I asked. "I don't know your cycle, but would you be sad if I did?"

She looked deep into my eyes. "No, Pete, I don't think I would be. I would hope that you would be here for me, though."

"There is one thing you can count on from me," I replied, "and that is if you are here for me, then I will do everything in my power to be here for you. Some things are NOT in my control, which is why I have to qualify my pledge to you."

"I think I understand," Nancy said. If God wants you to be here, you will be here."

"Exactly," I replied, and then I started my rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. This time, Nancy was even more enthusiastic in her response than before. Her body seemed to instinctively respond to my cock by milking its length every time it was thrust into her depths and trying to pull it back in every time it withdrew. The result was exquisite pleasure for me, and from her cries and moans, exquisite pleasure for her as well.

It seemed like we were both lost in paradise as our bodies repeatedly came together, and our efforts seemed to go on and on. Finally, though, I felt my seed starting to rise, and I asked her, "Where do you want my seed?"

Nancy replied without hesitation, "Deep inside me," so I started pumped streams of sperm deep into her womb. It was a trigger for her, and her orgasm hit immediately. Our pleasure stopped time, and I have no idea how long we were in that state of bliss. Paradise never felt better. Nancy's arms and legs had wrapped around my body, holding me in place, until the pleasure finally subsided and we separated a little bit.

As we lay there in our afterglow she commented, "I think that I could get used to this."

"I know what you mean," I replied. It was time for a nap.

We woke after a couple of hours and went to dinner after showering. Since she had the day off, we weren't in a hurry that day, and we spent a lot of time exploring each other that evening. That included exploration of our bodies and getting to know each other better.

While exploring my body, Nancy noticed the scars (front and back) just above my knee and asked me about them. I told her that I got wounded because I wasn't concentrating on what I was doing, but rather was thinking about a woman, and that this was why I hadn't committed to a woman before now. I had to have total concentration to stay alive on missions. I had already told her that I wasn't allowed to talk about my job, so she shouldn't ask.

Nancy kissed my scars and then moved up my body until she was straddling my hips. Then she slid her nipples and pussy around on me until my cock was nice and lubricated. She reached down between us and positioned my cock to enter her pussy... and then slid down over me until I was fully sheathed. I will never get tired of that feeling.

"Will you be distracted because of me, Pete?" she asked.

I hesitated, but then replied, "I don't see how I could avoid being distracted by you, Nancy. You are a beautiful, sexy, young woman who has taken me into her heart. How could I not be distracted?"

"Oh..." she replied. "I will have to think about that later, but for now, I want to enjoy the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of me. God, that feels so good." She was humping down on me, causing my cock to penetrate to its maximum extent with every thrust. Of course, I was doing my best to help that cause as well.

The rhythm kept getting faster and the thrusts deeper until I was overcome by ecstasy and started pumping my seed forcefully into her womb. That was all Nancy needed to complete her journey as well. "We really do fit together well, don't we?" she asked.

I replied, "Yes, we do." We lay there in each other's' arms for a couple of hours, talking, kissing and generally fooling around before we dozed off again. It had been a good day.

We woke twice during the night to make love before my alarm finally went off. We got up and showered together before parting ways for the day. Sometimes my daily routine got old, but at other times, it became the thread that reminded me to stay focused on my job. To do otherwise would mean certain death. I had already had one brush with death, and I didn't want any more. We don't always get what we want though.

The stay at Clark went smoothly, and I made love to Nancy numerous times while we were together. The evening before I flew out, I told her I was leaving the next day. There wasn't much sleep that night because we were making love constantly. In the morning, we showered together and then dressed and sat on the bed.

Nancy put her finger to my lips to tell me I should be quiet. Then she started, "I think that you know that I love you, Pete. That will never change, but I have been thinking a lot about what we talked about a few nights ago. I don't want you to be distracted. I don't want you to die or be wounded because you were thinking about me."

She continued, "I can't have that on my conscience. I don't want to even have the possibility that I would be responsible in some way for you being killed. Therefore, I am breaking off this relationship right now. Don't look for me when you come back to Angeles City. I won't be here." With that, she stood up, kissed me, turned and walked out the door.

To say I wasn't ready for that would be a vast understatement. I was floored... literally. I couldn't move. I have had other Filipinas disappear for various reasons before, but never having just professed her love for me and giving that as the reason it was over, but over it was. Bye, Nancy.