Chasing Paradise Ch. 16 - 20

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 16 -- Christie

Lest anybody think I had lost my faith (in spite of what I had seen in Laos), I went to the Catholic church in Angeles City shortly after I arrived on my return trip to the US. I sat by myself praying off to one side of the chapel. Mass was about to start, and a mother and daughter came over and sat right next to me.

"We don't see very many Americans here at Mass," the mother said to me. "I hope that you will feel welcome."

"I have always felt welcomed here in the Philippines," I replied. "The people are warm and friendly and have always welcomed me."

"Are you stationed at Clark?" she asked.

"No, but I am here often for extended periods," I said. "By the way, my name is Pete."

"Good to meet you Pete," she replied. "I am Antonia and this is my daughter Christie." Antonia told me a little bit about them. It turned out that Christie got her name because she was a Christmas baby.

Mass started, and we followed along. I went to communion (although I never felt worthy anymore because I had killed several people in Laos). When the Mass ended, Antonia turned to me and asked, "Would you like to come to our house for a home-cooked meal?"

"I would love that," I replied.

I can only promise you good food, but I'm sure that Christie can keep you entertained," she said. Christie chuckled next to her, but said, "Yes, I would love to entertain you, Pete. Maybe we can get to know each other better."

"Well," I replied, "I don't require much entertainment, but talking would be good."

We left the church and walked several blocks to their home. It was a small house, but well-kept and clean. You can tell a lot about people by how they keep their home. This home showed love and care throughout.

Antonia got to work in the kitchen, and said to Christie, "Why don't you take Pete into your room so you can get to know each other better?"

Christie took me by the hand and led me to her room. It was a small room with a bed, a dresser and a small armoire. There wasn't room for much of anything else. Christie motioned me to sit on the bed and then sat down next to me. After we got through the normal back in forth banter of getting to know each other, I had to ask, "Christie, what is your mother expecting from this visit?"

My question took her by surprise. I don't think she had expected me to ask. However, she was honest and told me, "My mother thinks you are the answer to her prayers."

"What has she been praying for?" I asked.

"She has been praying for a husband for me," she answered. "She is hoping that we will get to know each other a lot better while we are here in my room."

"Oh," I said. "Aren't you too young for that?"

"I'm an adult," she replied. "I have even graduated high school."

"OK." I said. "How do you propose that we get to know each other better?"

Christie blushed. "I'm not really sure of the details because I have never been with a man before, but if you lead, I'm sure that I can follow."

"Are you sure that this is what your mother wanted?" I asked. "And are you sure that you are OK with it too? I don't want to do something and then find out later that I misunderstood what you meant,"

"Yes," she said, "That is exactly what my mother wants. As for me, I have dreamed of the day when I would meet a man like you."

"Why do you think I would be a good husband?" I asked.

She replied, "I watched you praying in the church today before we came over and sat by you, and I knew that you were the one."

"Christie," I said, "You don't even know what I was praying about. What if I were to tell you that I was asking for forgiveness for killing several people? I watched them for a long time, then I looked them in the eyes, and then I shot and killed them. What would you think then?"

"Then I think you would be the perfect man to protect our family," she said.

I guessed that there was nothing that I could say that would dissuade Christie and her mother from their plan, so I decided 'what the hell, why not?' I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was obviously struggling to keep up with what was happening, and I knew that she was telling the truth about never having a boyfriend. This was definitely her first kiss.

There was no way that I was going to make love to Christie with her mother in the next room, but we could still do a lot. I introduced her to my tongue by sliding it between her teeth, and soon she was sucking on it. This girl had potential, but I still wasn't sure about her.

As we kissed, I moved my hands up to her breasts. She jumped when I first covered her breasts with my hands, but then she quickly relaxed again. Two things were obvious. First, she was totally new to all of this, and second, she wanted it to happen.

I started to unbutton her blouse, but then I whispered in her ear that she should take off her blouse and bra. She hesitated, but then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off over her shoulders. Next, she reached around her back and, in an instant, had unhooked her bra with one hand. I have never figured out how girls can do that. When her bra slipped off of her shoulders she asked, "Was this what you wanted?"

"Yes," I replied, "That was exactly what I wanted. Would you mind taking off my shirt as well?"

She immediately went to work on my buttons, and pulled my shirt off. Then, without being asked, she undid her skirt and slid it, and her panties, down her legs and off her feet. Next, she reached for my belt, unbuckled it, opened the button and unzipped me. She pulled my pants and boxers down at the same time, freeing me of the last of my clothes.

"Was that what you wanted?" she asked again, smiling up at me while blushing at the same time.

"I didn't expect that, but it shows that you really do want this," I replied. "Now call to you mother and have her come in here."

Christie was stunned. She had no idea that I would want her mother to come into her room. She tried to cover up before she called through the door for her mother to come in, but then I pulled her back on the bed with me and exposed her body.

Antonia was surprised, to say the least. Maybe even shocked that her daughter was laying naked on her bed with a man, but she quickly regained her composure. "What did you want, Christie?"

"It was me who wanted you to come in," I said. "I wanted to make sure that this is what you want before I go any further."

"I understand," Antonia said. "You are a smart man, but this is exactly what I wanted. We are all Catholics, and we know how the Church feels about this, but I hope that the two of you will become a couple. You are a handsome man and Christie is a pretty woman. This (she said pointing to us on the bed) was exactly what I have been praying would happen. I give you both my blessing."

"OK, is it alright if Christie comes back to my hotel room after dinner? It is much more comfortable there, and we can spend a lot of time together over the next several days."

"Yes, that is OK," she replied. "She can stay with you for as long as you want."

"When will dinner be ready?" I asked.

"I can have it ready whenever you want," she replied.

"Is it OK if we have dinner in about an hour?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I will have it ready then.

"OK," I said. "That was all I needed." Antonia looked at her daughter, said something to her in their mother tongue, and then turned and walked out the door.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She said to make you happy, and do everything you say to." She replied. "She said that if you are happy, then I will be happy too."

"Your mother is a smart woman," I said. "Now, come here and kiss me some more." I smiled at her.

Christie smiled back, and crawled over me to straddle my body before kissing me on the lips. I parted my lips, and our tongues were doing the dance of love. She really liked sucking on my tongue, which I thought could come in handy later.

Her breasts were dragging across my chest, her nipples hard and protruding. Her pussy was sliding over my cock, spreading lubrication freely. I was starting to question whether or not we would make it back to my room before I took her virginity.

I rolled us over so I was on top, and then I slid down to where I could suckle her hard nipples. She had nice eraser-sized nipples sticking out of small areolas on maybe B-cup breasts. All in all, she was a very tempting package; thin waist, rounded hips and nice breasts. I took turns between her breasts, repeatedly suckling both nipples and providing little hickeys elsewhere on her tender tit-flesh away from her nipples. She was panting in pleasure.

Then, I kissed my way down past her belly button (a cute little inny) and then down to her pussy. As I had come to expect, Christie tried to push me away, telling me that it was 'dirty' but then relenting when I reminded her of what her mother told her.

Hers was a beautiful, compact little pussy. Other than the sheen that she had produced when rubbing it over me, there was little sign of arousal yet. I would change that. I started by licking along her outer lips until they puffed up and started to open. Then, I switched to her inner labia and the main part of her vulva. Her vaginal entrance was so small that I wondered if I could actually enter her.

I decided to concentrate on her clitoris for a while with my tongue while my finger rubbed across her vaginal entrance. My attention to her clitoris was driving her crazy, and my finger was actually making progress widening the tiny hole in her hymen. I was careful to not hurt her as I slowly stretched her hymen out, and I ensured that my clit play kept her wound up enough that she wouldn't notice it even if her hymen did tear a bit.

As it turned out, I didn't need to worry. I was able to stretch her hymen enough to get my finger one knuckle deep without tearing her, and I was able to bring her to orgasm with my tongue. When she started convulsing in climax, I used my finger to rub her G-spot, turning her on even more. Her orgasm got very vocal and very loud. I didn't try to stop her because I wanted her mother to hear her in pleasure.

It is funny. I didn't even know what a G-spot was back in those days. I just knew that I had found a place inside of women's pussies that gave them great pleasure when rubbed rapidly. I took advantage of that knowledge with many Filipinas.

Christie's orgasm was a long, strong one, and she was completely consumed by it. When her orgasm finally wound down, she sighed, "I had no idea that would feel so good. Nobody told me."

I slid up and kissed Christie on the lips. I wanted her to taste her own juices. At first, she was surprised, but she quickly resumed kissing me back. "Oh, thank you," she whispered to me.

"Would you like to make me feel good too?" I asked.

"Yes," she quickly replied. "What do you want me to do?"

I rolled to the side so I was lying face up, and pointed to my cock. "Do you know what this is?" I asked.

"It's your thingy," she replied.

"It's called a cock, and I will push it all the way into your vagina when we have sex, but for now I just want you to get to know it really well." I said.

"How do I do that?" she asked.

I replied, "You can start by holding it and exploring it with your hands and fingers. Then I want you to learn how to rub it, and finally, I want you to suck it until I have an orgasm like you did. Then, I want you to swallow everything I shoot into your mouth. It is important that none of it escapes to the floor. It may or may not taste good to you, but swallow everything as soon as it shoots into your mouth. Don't wait to swallow or there will be too much for you to hold in your mouth."

"It sounds complicated, but I'll try," she replied. With that, Christie reached out to touch a cock for the first time in her life. She gently explored my cock and balls, and I talked her through it, telling her what felt good and what didn't. Finally, I showed her how to wrap her hand around my cock and pump it up and down.

"That feels very good," I said. Christie got worried and asked if I was going to orgasm, to which I replied, "Not yet. I've heard that some men orgasm very quickly, but I'm not one of them."

She was rubbing a bit too hard, so I told her to spit on my cock to lubricate it. That way, it would slide through her hand with less friction. Once Christie had that mastered, I encouraged her to put the tip of my cock in her mouth and suck as she slid her hand up and down the shaft. At first, it was awkward for her, but then she got the hang of it and was sucking the head completely into her mouth.

This was Christie's first blowjob. I have never known why they call it that because it has nothing to do with blowing and everything to do with sucking. For a first time, she was doing a pretty good job, and I told her so. That made her happy, and she redoubled her efforts.

By the time she was able to suck the head and part of the shaft into her mouth, I could feel my seed rising in my balls. I warned her that my sperm would start shooting into her mouth and that she should swallow as quickly as she could. Then, I started climaxing.

She stopped the stroking, and concentrated on swallowing every bit of my seed as it shot into her mouth. Nothing got away from her. When my climax was finished, Christie opened her mouth to show me that it was empty. Then, she leaned over and kissed me. I didn't particularly care for the flavor of my ejaculate, but she seemed to like it just fine. "I was worried when you told me it may not taste good, but that was OK. I can do that for you whenever you want it." she said.

"It probably won't be too often, but it is nice to know that you are willing. We will try other things after we get to my hotel room. You need to pack clothes, including panties, for five or six days and nights. You won't need any night clothes because we will sleep skin-to-skin. Then, after you pack, we can get dressed and go eat with your mom.

Christie quickly folded and packed some dresses and underwear for her stay with me. She started to pack a bra, but I told her that I would prefer that she not wear one while she is with me. She blushed, but she complied and put the bra away. Then, she also took the bra she had been wearing, and put it away as well.

She came over to me and sat on my lap. We kissed for a minute, but then I swatted her bottom and told her we needed to get dressed, so we could eat. After we dressed, we went to the kitchen table, where Antonia had food already laid out. As we ate, Antonia asked me several questions in English, and also asked Christie several questions (sometimes in English and sometimes in their mother tongue). Antonia must have liked the answers because she was smiling a lot.

The dinner was one of the weirdest experiences I have ever had. At one point, I'm pretty sure that Antonia asked Christie about the screams she heard earlier, and Christie excitedly told her (I think) about her orgasm and how good it felt.

Antonia kept glancing over at me and smiling, so I guess she approved of the way I had treated her daughter. I'm sure that she was sad that I hadn't already gone all the way with Christie, but I wanted Christie to have a great first experience if I could, and that simply wouldn't happen in her tiny room.

Truthfully, I didn't understand most of what was being said at the dinner table, but when I asked for a translation, either Antonia or Christie would usually tell me what was said. That was the only way I could stay halfway involved in the conversation.

After dinner, I gave Antonia my hotel address information. I also told her that Christie wouldn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. She thanked me, and told Christie to take good care of me because I was a special man. Then she said something to Christie in their mother tongue, kissed me on my cheek, and showed us out the door.

As we walked to the tricycle parking area, I asked Christie to tell me what her mom said just before we left. "She said, 'I expect you to return a woman. This is your chance at happiness.'"

"Wow," I replied. "First of all, that is a lot to lay on you. Second, I am NOT responsible for your happiness. Only you can be responsible for that. You can't count on others to make you happy."

"I know that, Pete," she replied. "But you are making me very happy right now."

"And what happens in a week when I fly out of here. It may be three months or so before I return. Will you still be happy then?"

"I understand that, Pete," she said. "When you are away, I will be somewhat sad, but I will look forward to your return."

"And if I don't return?" I asked. "Then what? I have a very dangerous job, and it isn't likely the Air Force will tell you if I get killed. Are you OK with that?"

"How can anybody be OK with that?" she asked. "But If you don't come back to me, then I will assume that it was God's will, and I will go on."

"That was what I needed to hear," I said. "Now let's go to my room and get to know each other much better."

Once we got back to Fields Avenue, I got orange juice and ice, and we went to the room. She was impressed by the size and appearance of my room. I went into the bathroom to make our orange juice and ice drinks. There was no Everclear in her drink because I wanted her to be able to back out at any time. I could see that this might actually become a long-term relationship, and I wanted her clear-headed.

I suggested that we take a shower together before doing anything else. I told her that I would undress her and then she could undress me before we got into the shower. The undressing party was fun, and both of us got a bit playful in the process. Still, being a virgin, she was a bit shy at times. It is interesting to me that no two virgins are the same or react the same way to new experiences. Christie was ready for this and was enthusiastic.

We got into the shower and scrubbed each other's bodies thoroughly. Yes, there was plenty of touchy-feely and kissing, but nothing serious. When we were finished, we dried each other, and retired to the bedroom. I laid a towel down on the bed, and Christie asked what it was for. It told her it was to save the sheets in case she bled when we had sex. She blushed, nodded and lay down on the towel.

"I'm ready," she said, and spread her legs.

I had to laugh. "You may think you are ready, but I will get you even more ready before we actually make love. Technically, I guess that everything we have already done is part of making love, but you know what I mean, actual sex."

I crawled onto the bed next to Christie and drew her to me. I kissed her tenderly on the lips, gradually increasing the passion. She was right about being a good follower. Christie's passion increased right along with mine. As we kissed, I started playing with her nipples, which quickly got long and hard as they became stimulated. Even her areolas puffed up more.

I sucked her earlobes (which she loved) and then kissed down her neck to her breasts. To say that her nipples welcomed me would be an understatement, and her breasts almost jumped at me, filling my mouth amidst sighs and squeals coming from her. Christie was getting ready in a hurry, but I still wanted to play with her pussy more before we moved to the main event.

I figured that it would be fine for her to have multiple orgasms, if we could manage it. It turned out that multiple orgasms were definitely no problem for Christie. She climaxed while I was suckling her breasts and then again when I was rubbing her pussy with my fingers.

Then, when I moved my focus south, she climaxed twice while I sucked her clitoris and stretched her hymen further with my finger. My finger was up past the second knuckle inside her vagina, and her hymen hadn't even torn at all. I was able to freely stroke her G-spot as I pummeled her clitoris with my tongue and lips.

Her next climax came crashing down on her so hard that I thought she might pass out. I was actually worried that the hotel lobby would hear her cries as she lost control. My head was almost crushed by her legs squeezing together.

When she came down a bit and was starting to relax, I looked up at her and asked if she thought she was ready to go further now. "Oh, yes!" she replied. "I'm so ready."

With that, I wiped some excess juices off my face and crawled up over her. First, I gave her a tender kiss. Then I looked in her eyes and told her, "Get my cock nice and wet, so it will slide into you more easily before you actually set my cockhead into your vaginal entrance. Then, I want you to push against me."

She grabbed my cock and slid it around in her lubrication until it was wet all over. Then, Christie guided the tip of my cock to her vaginal entrance and pushed against me. I quickly thrust my cock into her pussy, and her hymen gave way immediately. My cock slid easily into her depths.

"Ouch," she cried. "That hurt."

"Did it hurt bad?" I asked.

'Not too bad," Christie replied, "and it doesn't really hurt anymore. How can that be?"

"That was why I prepared your body so well before I entered you," I replied. "It makes for less pain and the pain goes away more quickly. In a few minutes, you may barely remember the pain."

"Thank you," she said and leaned up to kiss me. I paused until her vagina started to relax around my cock. Then, I slowly withdrew until only the cockhead remained in her. Christie shuddered, and I slid the entire length back into her depths until my cock was pressed tightly against her cervix.

"Oh..." she cried out. Christie definitely liked the feeling of my cock deep in her vagina. I repeated the withdrawals and thrusts over and over again, getting faster and deeper with each thrust. It wasn't long before Christie was rocking her hips to meet my every thrust.

I was nowhere near my climax when Christie started orgasming. Her orgasms were strong, and her vagina was doing its best to milk me dry each time she came. I lasted through three of her orgasms before I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my cock against her cervix as firmly as I could and started shooting spurt after spurt of warm sperm into her womb. Even though I had cum in her mouth earlier in her room, I think there may have been enough sperm to completely fill her womb. Certainly, none leaked out of her pussy that I saw. There was blood from her virginity and her lubrication, but not any obvious pearly-white semen.

When my orgasm finished, I was exhausted and rolled partway off of her. I didn't want to crush her, but I wanted my cock to remain in her pussy. There is no better feeling. The feeling of your cock pumping sperm into the womb of a beautiful woman is closest that any of us can get to paradise while we are still among the living. Christie rolled with me because she wanted my cock to stay deep inside of her too.

"Oh my God," she sighed. "I want to do this with you for the rest of my life. Could we do that?"

I replied, "Let's see how the rest of this week goes first." With that, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, my cock still deep inside of this beautiful young woman. Eventually, my cock did slide out of her pussy, but she still hugged me and held me close as we slept.

I woke a few hours later to the feeling of her touching my cock. It was already rock-hard, so I just rolled over to position myself between her legs. She was still holding me, so I asked her to put the tip into her vaginal entrance. She accomplished that, and I gave a small thrust to seat my cock in her pussy. It didn't take long before we were thrusting and withdrawing again in total harmony.

Before long, we were both orgasming again, my cock pressed tightly into her cervix and pumping more of my sperm into her womb. There wasn't as much this time, but it still felt good to both of us. Then, it was back to sleep until the next time we woke. This was how we spent our nights for the rest of the week. I spent my mornings on the base, and then I returned to Christie to make love and then nap in the afternoons.

Dinner was always at a restaurant and then it was back to the room for the evening. I always gave Christie some money for breakfast and lunch, and she had a key to my room, so she could come and go as she pleased. All in all, it was a pretty good routine.

By the end of my stay, I would say that Christie was glued to my side (or maybe my front). She had fallen head-over-heels in love with me, but I still wasn't sure this was going to work. I was on my way back to the US until my next mission alert came through.

I decided that time would resolve the issue one way or another, and it did. When I returned to Clark a few months later, I went the Christie's house. She and her mother were no longer there. A neighbor said she thought that Christie had gotten herself pregnant, and she and her mom had moved to escape the rumors. I went to the church to ask around, but nobody there knew anything about the two women.

I suppose that if I had been stationed at Clark instead of just passing through all the time, one of these relationships would have developed into something more, but that wasn't the hand I had been dealt. If I had found Christie, and she was pregnant with my child, I would have married her.

Some might ask, "How is something like this even possible? A good Catholic mother encouraging her virgin daughter to sleep with a man she has just met? That doesn't sound right."

I will admit that this scenario isn't likely to occur in any country other than the Philippines, but it has happened to me twice, and I knew other guys it happened to as well. It isn't the norm, by any means, even in the Philippines, but it does happen.

There seemed to be an overwhelming need by some Filipina mothers to help their daughters to get married to good men (in a country where eligible good men are scarce). Some mothers will go to any lengths to accomplish that, and Antonia went far beyond the norm to get her daughter married to an American.

Chapter 17 -- Michelle

I was headed back to Southeast Asia from the US, and as usual my travel had a stopover at Clark AFB in the Philippines. I had just put my bag in my hotel room and unsuccessfully looked for Christie. I finally gave up the search and was walking to a restaurant when I noticed Michelle. She was standing on the sidewalk looking lost with a bag in her hand. I came up beside her and asked if I could help her. She looked confused, so I clarified. "You look hungry, and I am on my way to dinner. Would you like to join me? I will pay for your meal."

"And what would you want for this service?" she asked.

I raised my hands over my head and replied, "Nothing. If you want to just go back to doing whatever you were doing after dinner, then that will be just fine. I think you are beautiful, and I was hoping to get to know you better over dinner. That is all."

"OK," she replied. "Wait. You think I'm beautiful?"

I smiled, "I certainly do. May I carry your bag?"

"Yes," she said shyly.

We continued on to the restaurant, ordered dinner, and talked. Like so many girls before her, Michelle had been lured to Angeles City by the promise of a job, only to find out that the job was working as a bar girl. She had no extra money, no extra food, no place to stay, and no way to get home.

I never considered myself an expert on anything, let alone Filipinas and the situation in Angeles City, but it was obvious even to me that this was a recurring theme. Somebody must have figured out a long time ago that if they lured girls to the city, they would have little choice but to become bar girls.

Michelle had no idea what she was going to do. She was almost to the point of going to the bar at the address she had been given, and applying for a job there. As she was explaining this, I offered to let her stay with me until she figured out what she wanted to do. She was suspicious of my motives, but after asking me some questions, she realized that she didn't really have a lot of alternatives.

So, after dinner, we went to my room at the hotel. I stopped along the way for orange juice and ice, and then we went up. Once in the room, I had Michelle sit on the bed while I mixed our drinks in the bathroom.

Like other girls before her, Michelle was impressed by the size and quality of the room. I brought in the drinks, and Michelle seemed thirsty. She downed three glasses of the drink before she even slowed down. By that time, she had mellowed considerably, and she was sprawled on the bed. I leaned over and gave her a short kiss. She seemed surprised. "What was that for?" she asked.

"Nothing in particular," I replied. "I just saw a beautiful girl lying on my bed and wanted to kiss her. Is that OK?"

"I guess," she said softly. "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Is it OK if I kiss you again?" I asked.

"OK," she replied.

This time, I took my time with the kiss. I kept it soft at first, gradually building more passion as the kiss went on. When she opened her mouth to breathe, I let my tongue dance in her mouth. This startled her, but she calmed down and was soon sucking my tongue.

My hands were caressing her all over as our tongues danced, and she was getting more and more into it. When my hand made its way up under her top to find her bra, she just sighed into my mouth. I had suspected that this was all new to her, and that was confirmed as we continued. My hand unfastened the hooks in the back of her bra. When her bra loosened, she jumped a little, but she was becoming so mellow that it would have taken a lot more than that to shock her.

My hands made their way to her breasts, and soon I had her top and her bra pushed up to her neck. That was restricting her movements, and she shrugged her arms out of the top and bra, letting me slide them up over her head and off. I'm not sure that she was actually fully aware that she was now naked from the waist up. I was aware, and took full advantage.

I started suckling her nipples, and I soon had them hard and protruding. Her nipples were large compared to her breasts, which were maybe a large A-cup or small B-cup. That was OK, though, and I had plenty to play with. I also found out that she was extremely sensitive all over her breasts, and suckling her nipples drove her wild.

Michelle wasn't really saying anything the whole time I was playing with her breasts, and I took that as consent to do more. My hand found its way under her skirt to her panties, and I started to softly rub her through the crotch of her panties. This made her jump again, but she stopped fighting it and started pushing back against my fingers.

I unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, and while still suckling her nipples, slid her skirt and panties down her legs and off her feet. She even lifted her bottom when I told her to do so. Now, she was completely naked. I went to work on her vulva with my fingers. Her legs were soon spread apart, and my fingers were rubbing her clit, her labia and her vaginal entrance. She was moaning and squealing as she enjoyed my actions.

Michelle was squirming on the bed by then. Amazingly, instead of squirming away from me as some virgins might, she was squirming to get closer to the sensations she was feeling. I'm not sure if she ever thought logically about what was happening, but it seemed she was more prone to riding the waves of pleasure she was feeling than thinking rationally about where this was going.

I was able to slip my clothes off as I played with her breasts and pussy, so now I was laying skin-to-skin next to this beautiful girl on my bed. I released her nipple from my lips and kissed my way down Michelle's tummy.

She wasn't shaved or even trimmed, but then she didn't need to. Her pubic hair was smooth, short and only above her slit. I kissed my way past until my tongue dipped down between her labia. Her vulva was soaking wet from lubrication she had already produced, and I got my first taste of her sweet juices. This was one of the best tasting pussies I had come across.

I spent a lot of time lapping up the juices that were pouring from her vaginal entrance. Of course, I couldn't resist fingering the entrance as well. Her hymen was up inside of her vagina and was thicker than many I had seen. I wondered if that meant it would hurt more when torn. I guessed that I would know the answer to that before the night was over.

Surprisingly, I was able to slide my pinky finger through the tiny hole in her hymen and then stretch it out gradually from there. I never had to tear her hymen with my finger as it eventually just stretched out until it gave me full access with two fingers deep inside her.

I was sucking her clitoris as I fingered her vagina, and Michelle was loving the feelings she was experiencing. I somehow don't think she completely understood what those feelings meant though. When I thought she was ready, I moved my cock up between her legs and seated my cockhead in her vaginal entrance.

I pushed in slowly, taking my time with this girl. She had been enjoying the sensations of my fingers in her pussy, and now my cock had replaced them. Her hips continued to rock against me but with less enthusiasm than before. It was as if she was waking up to the idea that I was pushing my cock into her.

When my cockhead came up against her hymen, I simply pushed through into her depths. She winced, and I expect that she finally felt her stretched out hymen tear as my hard cock passed through. Once through her hymen, my cock continued into her vagina until it pressed firmly against her cervix. I thrust into her, letting her feel the full length of my cock inside her. She drew her legs up until they were behind my back and held me there.

I started with small movements at first, letting her adjust to my size inside her. I needn't have worried, though. Michelle was soon pressing back at me with every thrust of my cock against her cervix. She was breathing as heavily as I was as we performed the dance of love. Michelle became more and more enthusiastic about fucking me back as time went on. When we finally came to the end, her vaginal muscles were milking me even before I started releasing my seed through her cervix and into her womb.

Soon, though, I couldn't hold back and I was flooding her womb with my seed. That totally tipped her over the edge, and Michelle was climaxing wildly right along with me. Her pussy was contracting around my cock and I could feel her cervix convulsing as well. My seed continued to shoot into her as her cervix repeatedly opened and closed against my cockhead. It didn't seem like it would ever end. What an awesome feeling. One more wonderful trip into paradise.

I kissed her tenderly as we came down from our orgasms. Michelle seemed confused when the initial realization hit her of what we had just done. However, she didn't cry or complain. She didn't angrily blame me for stealing her virginity. She just adjusted to her new reality. She hugged me and kissed me back as we lay there still connected by our genitals.

We fell asleep like that, my cock still inside of her pussy, her legs still wrapped around my back. I had no sensation of time, but when I again woke, my cock was once again becoming hard inside her. I let it slide back and forth until it was well lubricated and then thrust it in with more force. I was soon thrusting and withdrawing in a comfortable rhythm with her just lying there unmoving.

That I could have sex with a woman while she slept intrigued me, so I made no effort to wake her. When I came again, my cockhead was firmly pressed against her cervix, once more shooting all of my seed into her waiting womb. Once my seed was all deposited, I let my cock slip out of her pussy, so I could lay beside her on the bed.

We woke when my alarm went off early the next morning. At first, she was scared because she didn't know where she was. Then, she calmed down as her memory returned to her. We talked for a while before either of us tried to move.

She said, "I have lost my virginity, so no man will want me as his wife. Now that I am no longer a virgin, I guess there is nothing stopping me from working in the bars here in Angeles City. In a way, it makes my choices easier. What would you like me to do?"

I replied, "If you want to work at a bar, that is OK, but I hope that you will stay with me here this week before you apply for a job. I suspect that you will get a job as soon as you apply, so I would prefer that you wait.

"OK," she replied. "I can do that."

I explained to her how I had duties on the base for the first part of each day, but that I would return in the early afternoon to be with her each day. That seemed OK to her, and I explained that I would give her a room key and some money for breakfast and lunch each day. She hugged me when I told her that. She had been worried about where she would stay and what she would eat, so I had eliminated her worries.

I asked her if she would like to shower with me, and she looked down at our nude bodies on the bed. "I guess since we have already made love, there is nothing left to hide. Yes, I will shower with you."

We showered together and after we were clean, I placed her hands on the shower wall and positioned myself behind her. When my cock started entering her pussy from behind, she was startled at first, but was then pushing back against me every time I thrust. It wasn't long before I was again filling her womb with my seed.

We washed up again, got dried and dressed, I gave her a room key and money for meals, I kissed her and was out the door. After my normal base routine, I returned to my room. Michelle was lying on the bed completely naked waiting for me. "I thought I might as well save you the trouble of undressing me," she said.

"That was very thoughtful," I replied. I quickly undressed and positioned myself between her legs. Instead of just pressing my cock into her pussy immediately, I bent down to eat her instead. Her pussy was just as tasty as I remembered. There is something about fresh, unused pussies that is far better than well-used pussies.

It took about five minutes and she was orgasming on my face. When she started to shake, I moved up and slid my cock into her pussy. It was much quicker to slide into her core today than yesterday. Once my full length was buried, I started thrusting and withdrawing in good rhythm.

Michelle's hips were rocking to meet my thrusts and increase their depth and power. Over and over again, my cock was pressing against her cervix until I finally pressed it firmly into her, holding it in place against her cervix as I emptied all of my sperm into her womb. She was shuddering as I pumped her full of my seed.

We took an afternoon nap together, showered and went to dinner. We talked more during dinner, which was interesting. She asked if I might want to marry her, to which I told her honestly that it wouldn't be wise of me to marry anybody. After I explained some things about my job (what little I could), she understood why I wasn't likely to marry her.

She said it wasn't likely that any other man would marry her either, since she wasn't a virgin. I disputed that. There were plenty of men on the base who would love to marry her, virgin or not. All she had to do was meet them, and it seemed like she already had a plan to do that.

After dinner, we walked back to the room. We lay on the bed talking some more, but eventually she decided that she would rather have me teach her how to be a good lover than to talk. I told her I wasn't sure that I was qualified to do that, but she disagreed.

We kissed some more, and then I taught her how to give a hand job and a blow job. I taught her what I liked in both acts, but I told her that most men would rather just fuck than have either of those acts. I asked her if she knew what anal sex was, and she didn't. After I explained it, she said she wasn't sure that she could do that.

"That's OK," I said. "Anal isn't my favorite thing anyway. If you want to be a bar girl, you may want to learn it at some point, but it isn't important right now."

Michelle leaned over and kissed me, "Thank you for your patience."

I chuckled to myself. I had just taken this girl's virginity, and she was thanking me for my patience. I started opening Michelle's buttons. Fact is, I enjoy unwrapping presents, and Michelle was a wonderful present for me. When I got the last button undone, I pushed her blouse away and exposed her nipples. They were standing proud, and it wasn't long before my lips closed around them.

Michelle loved to have her nipples suckled. I'm sure that she would really enjoy motherhood because of that. Before I was done with her breasts, every square inch of skin had been sucked and kissed. I pulled her skirt and panties down her legs and off before moving my lips to her pussy. It was ready when I got there, with lubrication pouring out of her vaginal entrance.

"You have great lubrication," I mentioned. "You should never have a problem with dry sex."

I sucked her clitoris and used two fingers to bring up even more lubrication. She was especially sensitive just inside of her vagina, and I teased that area with a 'come here' motion for several minutes before Michelle pulled me up to line my cock up with her entrance.

A small thrust was all it took to be firmly seated in her vagina. Michelle's legs wrapped around my back and pulled me into her even deeper. My cockhead was repeatedly pressing against her cervix and she was gasping in pleasure. This girl was built for sex. She was enthusiastic as she pressed against me with every thrust, and the tempo built rapidly. Soon, we were slapping together over and over again as our bodies met.

I felt my seed rising and asked Michelle if she was about to cum. "I think so," she replied. A few more thrusts were all it took to drag us both over the edge, crashing into climax. My balls were pumping my seed up through my cock and into her womb, and her body was pulling me in deeper to receive my seed. My mind and body were somewhere between chaos and paradise, but it certainly felt good.

As the last of my sperm was pumped into her womb, both of us collapsed to our sides, her legs still wrapped around me and my cock still deep inside of her. We kissed and fell asleep like that. We woke a few times during the night to continue the action, and each time was a delight.

In the morning, we were both startled by the alarm, but we still got up and got showered. Of course, there was a fair bit of play in the shower before we got out. Michelle lay on the bed and watched me as I dressed and got ready to go. I gave her some money for food, kissed her, and was out the door.

The next four days were pretty much the same, with Michelle becoming more sexual with each coupling. I was enjoying this time with a girl where no commitment was expected. Commitments hadn't really worked out well for me in the past anyway.

When I got my travel orders for Thailand, Michelle was sad to see me go, but she had known all along that this was coming, so there were no surprises. We had one last afternoon and night of fun, and I was off to the base terminal. Michelle was off to a new life as a bar girl. I wished her luck, but never saw her again, so I'm not sure how things worked out for her.

Chapter 18 -- Ziggy

Ziggy, as her name suggests, was a unique young woman. She never seemed to fit in back home, so she left. She just got tired of being told constantly that she needed to do things this way or that way (like so-and-so does it). In short, Ziggy felt there had to be a better way to live her life. She didn't want to follow somebody else's version of how life should be lived.

Growing up, Ziggy thought she might be a 'Tom-Boy' (a lesbian), but she had never really sensed any attraction that direction (or any other direction for that matter). Indeed, others around her were sure that Ziggy was a 'Tom-Boy.' Instead, she just wrapped herself in a shell to protect herself from the hurtful comments that were made by others close to her.

I met Ziggy when she was working in a small store across the street from my hotel. I would go there to buy fresh orange juice and other necessities of life whenever I was in Angeles City (AC). She was a cute girl, but not truly beautiful. And yet, there was something beautiful about her, and it took me a while to realize what it was.

Unlike many of the girls I met in AC, Ziggy had been living there for several months. She knew her way around and knew how things worked on Fields Avenue, where the store was located. She had seen bar girls come and go, and she had heard their stories. She knew that any girl who was in that life would not likely be able to escape it, even if that was what she wanted. Few girls thought far enough ahead to even think about life outside of the bar, let alone acted on those thoughts.

So, Ziggy was what you might call 'street smart' and all that might go with that, except that she was still very innocent when it came to men. She hadn't quite figured out how men fit into her picture of how life should be. She knew she wanted to be in control of her own life, and she was. She knew that she needed to work hard to get what she wanted, and she did. She just didn't know how to fill what seemed to be a hole in her heart.

I had been using Ziggy's little store during several of my trips, and she was always very friendly with me. In fact, we had talked so much that I regarded her as a friend. I thought I knew her pretty well. So, it came as a surprise one day when she asked, "Pete, why don't men want to date me?"

As far as I could tell, there was nothing wrong with Ziggy. Maybe she was a little quirky in her dress or her mannerisms, but her friendliness more than made up for that. I replied, "Ziggy, I had no idea that you were wanting a man to be with you, and if I had, I would have asked you out a long time ago."

She blushed. "I wasn't fishing for an invitation, Pete."

"I know," I said. "But like I said, if I had known, I would have made a play to be with you a long time ago. What time do you get off tonight?"

Ziggy blushed again. "I will close up at 8 PM tonight."

"Would you like me to pick you up here at the store or where you live?" I asked.

She giggled. "I just live upstairs."

"I will take you to dinner," I said. "So, come hungry. Do you want me to pick you up right at eight, or do you want a few minutes to get ready for your date?"

"Give me ten minutes," she replied. I could tell that the wheels were really turning in her head.

I was at the store at ten minutes past eight that evening. It wasn't like it was hard to do, since my hotel was right across the street. Ziggy walked out a few minutes later (what Filipina was ever on time for anything?). She had put on a cute dress that showed off her figure well, and she had a nice figure. Built more amply than most Filipinas, she was by no means fat, but let's just say that she had curves where most Filipinas don't.

"Wow!" was my first reaction. I guess that pleased her because her whole face lit up in a smile. I took her to an Italian restaurant that evening. Who doesn't love the romantic scene from "Lady and the Tramp" where they are slurping spaghetti together and end up in a kiss? So, that was my plan, not to slurp spaghetti together, but to end up kissing.

I ordered a bottle of sweet wine with dinner. That wasn't something I normally did, but I wanted Ziggy to feel special. She admitted that she had never tasted wine before, but it turned out that she really liked it. I had one glass, but I kept her glass filled all evening, and she finished the bottle. By the time dinner was over, she was a bit tipsy.

It was a short walk back from the restaurant, and I had a choice. I could either take her to the store and help her upstairs, or I could take her to my room. I chose my room. When we got there, I opened the door and took her inside. I took off her sandals and lay her on the bed. Then I lay down beside her. Not wanting the moment to pass, I leaned over and kissed her softly. It must have been what she had hoped for because her face once again lit up in a smile.

"Thank you, Pete," she said. "That was my first kiss."

I replied, "I am honored to be your first." Then I kissed her again. This time, I lengthened the kiss and searched for her tongue with mine. She resisted my tongue at first, but then opened her mouth to let it in. She was hesitant at first, only reacting to what I was doing, but then her passion started kicking in, and her tongue was actively searching for mine.

"Mmmm..." she moaned. Her hands were wrapped around me drawing me to her, and I wasn't fighting her. My hands were also active, and I found her side boobs through her dress. She moaned again, so I knew that she enjoyed the feeling.

Sometimes it is better to just do something than ask for permission, so I found the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly lowered it. We were laying on our sides facing each other, and her dress fell off her high shoulder. I could see the top of her bra, but I wanted more, so I unhooked her bra and let it fall as well.

Ziggy sat up. "Pete, are you undressing me?" she asked.

I replied, "Yes. Is that OK?"

"I just don't want to mess up my dress. It is my only good one," she said, and with that she pulled her bra and her dress off together and laid them over the chair. Up until that point, I had assumed that I was seducing her, but I got the impression then that she had wanted this all along.

She lay back down in only her panties and said, "Now, where were we?"

I kissed her again as my hands got acquainted with her breasts. Ziggy had big breasts for a Filipina (possibly a DD-cup or larger), and her nipples stuck up above them outlined with well-proportioned areolas. I couldn't resist very long before I kissed my way down to her nipples. "So, this is why the bar girls say they like to have their nipples sucked. This feels amazing," she said. "Keep going."

So, I did. I suckled each nipple in turn several times, leaving myself plenty of time in between to suck in her tender breasts whenever there wasn't a nipple in my mouth. She soon had the beginnings of hickeys forming around her breasts, which gave them a mottled look. She wasn't tiring of it, though, and she was constantly pulling my head toward her nipples to get them suckled even more.

Ziggy wasn't just excited around her breasts. Her pussy was soaking through her panties until she noticed and pushed them down and off her legs. A wonderful aroma drew me to her pussy, and my tongue quickly followed. Ziggy was sorry to have my lips leave her breasts until she felt my tongue on her clitoris. Then, her priorities changed.

Her legs suddenly opened as wide as possible to give me access to her pussy, and I took full advantage. When the evening started, I had thought it was unlikely that I would even get this girl in my bed, but things had taken a turn when Ziggy came out of her shell. There was no doubt in my mind now that I would be fucking her all night long, and maybe many nights afterward.

Ziggy was pulling my head toward her pussy, seemingly engrossed in the sensations she was receiving from my tongue lashing. It was probably the only tongue lashing she had ever enjoyed in her life, and she was taking full advantage of the opportunity.

A dam broke inside of Ziggy's body, and she totally lost control in a blinding orgasm that swept her away. I had been sucking her clitoris and using my finger to loosen her hymen somewhat when she went into spasms. It was like riding a wild horse, with bounces and changes in direction.

I had to pull away to prevent injury to my face, and in the process, I slid up and let my cockhead find her vaginal entrance. Even though she was still bucking, her movements seemed to aid my quest instead of blocking me. My cockhead quickly slid into her vaginal entrance, tearing her hymen and sinking the rest of the way into her depths.

By the time Ziggy realized what had happened, I was already deep inside of her pussy, my cockhead pressing tightly against her cervix. I stayed deep inside of her vagina for a moment while her body got used to me, and then I started thrusting and withdrawing in a good rhythm. To say it felt good would have been an understatement.

At first, she hesitated, but then Ziggy joined in, taking charge of her deflowering in a way that was totally Ziggy. I wouldn't have expected any less from her. She rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, her pussy driving down against my thrusts. Her large breasts were swinging across my chest, her nipples trying to make trenches in my flesh.

I can understand how some thought that Ziggy was a 'Tom-Boy' in the past. If anything, it was her dominance. She didn't play second-fiddle to anybody, even if that other person had just taken her virginity. She was thrusting down as my cock was thrusting up, and the result was a wonderful melding in the middle.

My cock had gone beyond the natural depth of Ziggy's vagina. The tube had stretched to its maximum, and had nowhere else to go, and her cervix was being stretched by my cock. If it was painful to Ziggy in any way, she never showed it, and she was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on my shaft, forcing it deeper with every thrust.

I eventually couldn't take any more, and pulling her hips down so my cock had maximum penetration, I started pumping her womb full of my seed. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me as I ejaculated deep inside of her. Her body once again reacted, squeezing my cock as it released its load.

My eyes were closed, but I heard a shriek above me as Ziggy was consumed by another earth-shaking orgasm. As my eyes opened, she was pressing against my cock and stretching forward at the same time, her nipples almost to my lips. I leaned a bit to take a nipple into my mouth, and that set off even another wave of ecstasy and spasms in her body.

After enjoying wave after wave of pleasure, she finally collapsed on me, making sure that I had a nipple in my mouth. She was controlling the action, even now that most of the action was over. I was happy to oblige, though, and was merrily suckling at her nipple for as long as she would allow it. That turned out to be a long time, and I fell asleep with Ziggy's nipple between my lips, still suckling it.

When I woke, Ziggy was lying next to me studying my cock. She said it was the first time she had been able to see one so close up, and she was taking advantage of the opportunity. My cock was totally hard, so I suppose she had been playing with it for a while when I woke.

When she noticed I was awake, Ziggy asked if it would be OK if she sucked it. I chuckled. Like I, or any man, was going to say "no" to such an offer? I don't think so. I just told her to be gentle with my balls. Other than that, I wasn't worried that she would hurt me.

She kissed the tip of my cock first, and then she slid her lips over the head, taking it into her mouth. Ziggy was watching my reactions the whole time, and adjusted her actions to my reactions. She started bobbing up and down on my cock, taking in the head and a little bit of the shaft. She looked up at me quizzically. "Your cock is way bigger than most guys I think," she said. "Bar girls have told me how they can get a guy's whole cock into their mouth and throat, but I don't think that is possible with you. It would choke me for sure."

"Thank you for the compliment," I replied. "I have never compared."

She continued sucking my cock for a few minutes, but then she pulled me to roll on top of her, guiding my cock toward her pussy. "I'm ready," she said. A small adjustment was all it took and my cock was sliding into place in her pussy. "I want you to really fuck me hard this time," she implored. "If this is the only time I ever have sex, I want it to be good."

"I guarantee that this won't be the only time you have sex, if I have my way," I replied. "I want to make love to you as often as you will allow." With that, I started thrusting and withdrawing. Ziggy wasn't just lying there under me, though. Her hips were working overtime to keep up with my thrusts. Every thrust sent my cock deeper into her pussy, and every thrust brought moans and squeals from her throat.

This time, it was Ziggy who reached her orgasm first, her face contorting into an ecstatic look of peace in the midst of chaos. My orgasm soon followed, and my cock was pressed as tight against her cervix as possible to shoot load after load of hot sperm deep into her womb.

"What will we do now?" she asked as we rested after our orgasms. "Do you want me to stay the night?"

"I certainly do, if you want to," I replied. "We can make love again in the morning before we leave. Besides, what are you doing tomorrow evening? Do you want to do this again?"

Ziggy was all smiles. I think it was beyond her wildest dreams that a man would want her, let alone want her over and over again. Her answer was immediate, "Of course I want to do this again tomorrow evening, and every evening after that until you tire of me."

I replied, "That isn't likely, but there are limits. You know that I'm not stationed at Clark. I just pass through here a lot. When I am here, I would love to spend time with you. Obviously, when I'm not here, then I can't be there for you."

"That's OK," she said. I will take whatever I can get, Pete. I am so happy that we have made this connection, and I will do whatever is necessary to keep it."

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and woke the next morning in the same position. I suggested that we get a shower together and maybe have a little extracurricular fun while we were there. Ziggy was quite agreeable.

Our shower was a lot of fun, with both of us trying to wash the other at the same time, but eventually I was able to get her rinsed off and backed up against the wall. I raised one of her legs to my waist and then used my other hand to position my cock at her entrance. When it started sliding in, she pulled up her other leg so both were wrapped around my waist and she slid down my fire pole until I bottomed out in her.

This felt like the deepest we had been together, and it was quite a strain getting started thrusting in an organized manner. We finally managed it, however, and soon Ziggy was sliding up and down my shaft with abandon. It wasn't long before neither of us could resist the promptings of our loins, and I shot rope after rope of sperm into her womb as her vaginal muscles contracted around me.

After a short break, we rinsed off, dried off, and got dressed. I kissed Ziggy before we left the room and told her, "Never again doubt that there is somebody who desires you. You have a lot more going for you than a lot of girls here, and you are very desirable."

I kissed her deeply before we left the room. Her last words to me before we left were, "See you tonight." I'm sure that it took a long time before the smile faded from her face that day.

I checked in with her when I got back from the base, and confirmed that we would meet after she got off work. Then, I went to my room for a long nap. A few minutes after eight, I went to the store and waited for Ziggy to come out. She did, and we went for a quick soup and sandwich before returning to my room.

As soon as we got inside of my room, Ziggy tore off her clothes and tried to tear off mine. I had to slow her down, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of time for making love."

She smiled and got on the bed on her hands and knees facing away from me. Once my clothes were removed, I positioned myself behind her and slid my cock back and forth along her vulva until it was wet from her lubrication. Then I aimed the tip at her vaginal entrance and pushed in.

If I hadn't known that I had fucked Ziggy the previous night, I would have sworn she was a virgin. Her pussy was so tight on my cock that it took several thrusts before I was bottomed out in her. About that time, though, her lubrication came into play and I was sliding freely in her.

I was in paradise as I thrust and withdrew in her wet pussy, with the sensations finally overwhelming me. I felt my seed rise from my balls and go shooting through my cock and into Ziggy's womb. I felt her pussy contracting around me as she orgasmed as well. I felt us both collapse on the bed in a heap.

We rested and talked all evening, with interludes of raw sex interspersed between conversations. It was a delightful way to spend an evening. By the time we fell asleep (Ziggy wrapped in my arms), I knew Ziggy a lot better than I had before. I liked her, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt this girl.

We fell into a routine of dinner, lots of sex, a little bit of sleep and early departures for the remainder of my stopover. A few days later I received notice that I would be flying out the next day. We had a sex-filled and passionate night before I flew out the next day. Ziggy was sad to see me go, but hopeful that she would see me again soon.

It turned out that this was a very short mission for me. I had a mishap getting out of the O-1 spotter aircraft I was riding in when my foot slipped off the wing strut. I fell about twenty feet to the ground at my LZ. The result was a fractured vertebra in the middle of my back.

The O-1 immediately circled back around to land next to me and pick me up again and take me back to Nakhon Phanom (NKP) Air Base in Thailand. I owed that pilot my life. Luckily, it was a simple fracture (confirmed by x-ray), and my spinal cord wasn't damaged at all, but it was still extremely painful.

The muscles in my back were spasming, and the doctors were afraid that my spinal cord could still be injured. My first night back at NKP was spent in the clinic, and then they flew me out loaded on a stretcher with a back brace and drugged up with pain killers.

I did make it back to Clark on the return trip, but I was confined to the base hospital for almost a week under observation before they would discharge me. The doctors were amazed that I was still able to walk. I wasn't allowed to participate in any extracurricular activities in AC during my stay at Clark, and as soon as I was discharged from the hospital, they flew me to the US on a medevac flight.

Luckily, I was released almost immediately after returning to the US and allowed to return to the base where I was stationed. Back at my base, I was placed on light duty for a month, but then I resumed my normal routine and recovered fully over the next couple of months.

It was almost four months before I made it back to Clark and Angeles City on my way to Laos again. Ziggy had expected my return in three to four weeks. I had thought that I would see her on my return trip from Laos, but that didn't happen. Looking back, I guess I should have known that everything would change during my absence. It almost always did, and this absence was longer than most.

Anyway, to my surprise, Ziggy was no longer working at the store, the girl who was now working there knew nothing about her, and I had no way to find her. We hadn't thought to exchange any contact information because she had been there at that store in Angeles City for over a year, and there was no reason for me to think that would change, but it did. I hope that Ziggy has lived a full and joyful life.

Chapter 19 -- Penny

I was finally heading back to Southeast Asia after my accident, where I had broken a vertebra in my back. Luckily, it was just a simple fracture and didn't affect my spinal cord, but it meant that I would have to be a lot more conservative with my insertions and extractions in Laos.

Anyway, I was back at Clark in the Philippines for about a week. I had intended to meet up with Ziggy, but she was nowhere to be found, so I had to make do with what I could find for female companionship.

After dropping my bag off at my hotel room and searching for Ziggy, I decided to visit a couple of bars. It was early in the afternoon, and I found that the less experienced girls were usually in the bars at that time.

That was how I met Penny. I had learned long before how to recognize new girls in and around the bars of Fields Avenue, and Penny exhibited all of the characteristics of a cherry girl. She was sitting in the back of the bar with another bar girl, and the other bar girl was doing most of the talking while Penny just listened.

I asked a waitress about her, and sure enough, Penny had just come to the bar the day before. The mamasan was out, and the other bar girl was supposed to teach Penny. I asked the waitress to have Penny come to my table.

When she went over to the table where Penny was sitting, the other bar girl talked with the waitress and looked over at me. I guess I must have looked innocent enough because the other bar girl brought her over and introduced her to me. The other girl started to sit down, but I said I had only asked for Penny to come over.

Before she walked away, the other girl told me that Penny was a cherry girl and that there were special rules concerning her. If I wanted to take her out of the bar, I would need to talk with somebody. I nodded OK, and introduced myself to Penny.

We talked for a bit while I bought her lady drinks, and I learned that her story was common. A recruiter had come to her home and convinced her parents that they could get her a good job in the city. Penny and the recruiter ended up in Angeles City, and suddenly Penny was under contract to the bar.

She was alone in a strange area where few people could even understand her mother tongue. She knew some Tagalog and she had studied English in school, so she could communicate, but it was difficult for her. She felt abandoned and alone. I had seen this before with other girls.

I told her about myself, and she was very interested. Penny said that she had heard that Americans were very kind and generous. In fact, her goal was to marry an American. I told her that as beautiful as she was that shouldn't be a problem.

Penny was surprised when I called her beautiful. Filipinas seldom think of themselves as beautiful, but in my experience, they are some of the most beautiful women in the world. Not only are they beautiful on the outside, but also because they mostly have loving hearts.

After chatting for about an hour, I noticed that the mamasan still hadn't returned, so I asked the bartender if I could take Penny out. He said, "Sure. No problem," and away we went to my room. We stopped along the way for some orange juice and ice and then went to my room.

Once in my room, I sat Penny on the bed while I went into the bathroom to mix a couple of drinks with orange juice, Everclear and ice for her and just orange juice and ice for me. Then, I sat on the bed with Penny and we continued to talk as we drank our drinks. Penny really liked the cold orange juice drink, and she drank a few before slowing down.

I told Penny that I had been looking for a girl like her for a long time, and that it would be difficult for me not to fall in love with her. The mention of the "L" word got her attention immediately, and she looked at me differently. I asked her, "Do you think that you could love me?"

Penny looked up at me with dreamy eyes and said, "I may already be in love with you." I took her in my arms and kissed her. She struggled a bit at first, but then melted into my arms, pressing her body against mine. I continued the kiss until Penny was struggling to breathe. Then, I released the kiss and leaned back a bit. She automatically leaned her head against my chest. "I can hear your heart beating. Is it beating for me?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied. Penny gave me a hug and reached up to kiss me again. I could tell that she had already made her decision. Our next kiss seemed to last forever, but in reality, it was only minutes. My hands wandered around her body and she made no attempt to stop them in their explorations. They finally ended up directly on her breasts massaging the soft flesh there. She shuddered, but made no moves to cover herself.

Penny was wearing a dress, so my next move was to undo her hook and zipper in the back. Once that was done, I reached for the bottom hem and slowly lifted her dress up as we kissed. I had to break the kiss while I lifted her dress over her head, but she raised her arms to assist me in removing her dress. I resumed the kiss as soon as possible.

Penny was hugging me to her body, pressing her bra into my chest. My hands went behind her back and unhooked her bra, which then fell away from her breasts. She looked up at me and said, "The mamasan said that I shouldn't go too far with a man until she says so."

I asked, "Do you love me?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Then don't worry about what the mamasan said. If you are in love with me, then this is different." I said. I kissed her deeply, letting my tongue dance with hers. Penny once again melted into my body, her bare breasts now against my shirt. My hands came up from the sides to massage her breasts as we kissed. She was soon leaning into my hands.

I broke the kiss. "Penny, can you take off my shirt, so I can feel your nipples directly against my skin?"

She immediately started unbuttoning my shirt. Once the buttons were loose, she pushed my shirt back over my shoulders and off. Then, she leaned back in, pressing her nipples into my chest. "Like this?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Exactly like that."

I leaned into her, pushing her onto her back on the bed, and then I lowered my kisses until I was suckling her nipples. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "This feels so wonderful."

I continued suckling her nipples, switching back and forth as she used her hands to pull me toward them. My hands weren't idle, though, and soon my pants and boxers were on the floor next to the bed. Then, I concentrated on rubbing her pussy through her panties. Once more Penny started, "But the mamasan said," but once again I asked if she loved me. Once more, the answer was, "Yes," and her resistance melted away with no further encouragement from me.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down and off her legs until they were dangling on one foot. She wiggled her foot until they fell off, completing the removal. My lips were all over her breasts while her panties were coming off, and Penny was pulling my head toward her nipples, so I would suckle them more.

My fingers found her pussy, and I was rubbing her clitoris, her labia and her vaginal entrance. Penny had a very thin hymen right at the surface of her vaginal entrance, but it stretched enough that I could soon insert a finger into her vagina. I slid down her body until I could suck her clit into my mouth. She protested, "Its dirty," to which I told her that it wasn't dirty and that she was sweet down there.

Penny calmed and opened herself up to me, letting me suck, lick and rub wherever I wished. It was as if a button had been pushed and she relaxed. She was overwhelmed by the powerful sensations coming from her pussy, and she was no longer worried about anything that anyone had said. Penny was very willing to do whatever I wanted.

It wasn't long before her body started to shake, with the first signs of an oncoming orgasm showing themselves. Her legs didn't know where to be. One minute they were tight against my head and the next she was spreading them as far as possible. Finally, the first wave of pleasure broke over her, and the sensations overcame Penny completely.

I moved up over her until my cock was rubbing against her pussy. Her hips were rocking in time with the waves of her orgasm, and I just timed it so my cockhead was being held firmly at her vaginal entrance as she pushed against me. The result was that my cock slid into her pussy, tearing her hymen, and diving deeply into her vagina.

Penny cried out for a second as she felt her hymen give way, but then she pushed against me again as another wave of pleasure hit, completing her deflowering. Once my cock was firmly seated against her cervix, I just pressed in hard as her orgasm came to an end. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. She must have tasted her juices on my lips, but it didn't deter her.

"Thank you," she whispered to me. "I love you."

My cock twitched deep inside of her, and she felt it. Penny looked down between us, as if she had suddenly realized that we were connected. She rocked her hips to see what would happen, and I backed out and then let my cock slide back into her just a little more. I kissed her and started withdrawing and thrusting back into her. Her reaction was to meet my thrusts by rocking her hips into me.

I increased my tempo and depth until my cock was repeatedly pressing into her cervix, and Penny was pushing back against my cock with every thrust I made. It felt so good inside of her pussy, and I wasn't sure that I would ever get enough. I finally arrived in paradise as waves of orgasmic ecstasy washed over me, and I started shooting spurt after spurt of hot sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb.

It was lucky that Penny had cum before I penetrated her because she didn't orgasm the first time she was filled by my cock. I wasn't too worried about that, though, as I knew that was normal for a girl losing her virginity. Even though several girls I had been with had cum the first time we had sex, I realized that it was luck more than anything that had sent them over the edge.

Penny had me wrapped up in her arms and legs, holding my cock in place deep inside of her pussy. She had obviously enjoyed the experience, even though she hadn't climaxed at the end. I drifted off to sleep to the warmth of her skin against me, her kisses on my face, and her soft murmurings of love in my ears.

When I woke, Penny was still softly kissing my face, urging me to wake and kiss her back. I complied, and her pussy was soon pushing against my cock that was still deep inside her. Evidently, she had been moving against me the whole time I had slept, and now she was ready for another round.

I rolled back up on top of her, and Penny smiled up at me. I started thrusting and withdrawing with more effort, and I was again repeatedly pressing against her cervix with force. This time, Penny was more actively thrusting back at me, trying to get my cock as deep into her body as possible with every thrust. It seemed that we went on like that forever, with my cock pressing into her cervix and then withdrawing until only the tip remained inside her vagina, only to be repeated over and over again.

I finally felt my seed rising from my balls, and I pressed my cock as deeply into her as I could manage. Her hips continued to rock until my sperm started shooting through her cervix and deep into her womb. Then, she came unglued as another huge orgasm hit her as well. We were pressed tightly together, and load after load of my seed was being pumped through her cervix and directly into her womb as her vaginal muscles did their best to milk me dry.

You can't get too much of this feeling of paradise, but soon neither of us was able to go on. I rolled to the side, and she rolled with me, careful to keep my cock still embedded deep within her pussy. This time, however, my cock eventually slid out of her as it softened.

This was the first time I saw the evidence of her loss of virginity. The towel Penny had been laying on was spotted with her blood, and her lubrication was mixed in, forming a pink liquid. A little bit of my semen had leaked out, but it was in a much smaller quantity than I had pumped into her.

I asked if she would like to take a shower with me to clean up. At first, she was shy, but then she realized that she was already lying naked on the bed with me, so there was no reason to be shy. We went together into the bathroom. I took the towel Penny had been lying on into the bathroom, and the first thing I did was to wash it out, so the maids wouldn't have a mess later.

We got into the shower and I adjusted the water temperature to be warm. This was a luxury Penny wasn't used to. She normally used a bucket and a small cup to bathe. I got her body wet, and then I told her that I would be the one to wash and rinse her. She objected, but then let me have my way when I insisted.

I soaped her up thoroughly, making sure that I found every bump and crevasse on her body. I'm sure that I spent a lot more time than she was used to making sure that she was well-washed. I found that Penny was a bit sore around her vaginal entrance, which was to be expected. When I was satisfied that I couldn't have any more fun with her body, I rinsed her thoroughly.

Then, I told her that it was her turn to wash and rinse me. Again, she was hesitant, but I told her that this was what lovers did, she started soaping me down. Penny spent a lot of time scrubbing my cock and balls, and even some time washing my butt crack. My chest and back were well-washed, and she eventually ran out of places to wash, so she rinsed me off.

We got out of the shower and dried off. I suggested that we just eat in the hotel restaurant, so she wouldn't have to go by the bar. Penny agreed, and after dinner, we went back to the room. We spent the night in each other's arms, fucking, cuddling and sleeping. My alarm went off in the morning, which confused her at first, but I told her that I had to go to the base for the morning.

We had another shower together, but this time I faced Penny to the wall and slid into her pussy from behind. She was still a little sore, but she pushed back against me while I fucked her from behind until I orgasmed and shot load after load of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb. Welcome to paradise. Then, we got washed and rinsed, dried off and I got dressed. Penny stayed on the bed naked because she didn't want to put her dirty panties on. I suggested that she wash them in the sink and hang them to dry while I was gone.

Penny said that she would go to her room to get some clean clothes. She wanted to stay with me, so I told her that under no circumstances was she to tell anybody where I was staying. We didn't want unwanted visitors at night. I suggested that instead of going to her room, where she would likely be caught, she should stay in my room until I returned, and I would take her to buy to a couple of dresses and several panties to wear while I was in AC.

She agreed, but I guess she tried to sneak back to her room anyway. Penny obviously got caught and I never saw her again. I didn't go back to the bar where she worked. There was no point. If she couldn't follow a simple instruction to stay in my room while I was gone, then she would be a liability. I had my room changed that afternoon to prevent any unwanted visitors from finding me. I couldn't trust that she wouldn't break and tell them where I was staying.

Chapter 20 -- Lisa

My luck (or bad luck) with Filipinas continued. I would find a girl who I thought might make a good long-term companion, and something would always happen that would make that impossible. Penny was one such girl. I had looked forward to spending a lot of time with her, getting to know her really well, but then she had gone back to her room (after I had asked her not to) and disappeared from my life forever. There was no way that I was going to go looking for her. The bar would have been up in arms.

I was frustrated, but I decided the best thing to do was to just start over again. I was walking down Fields Avenue looking for a good bar, when I saw another girl standing in the street, holding a small bag and looking confused. This was familiar territory, and I saw "lost girls" like this all the time in Angeles City.

I went up to her and asked if I could help her. She said, "I don't see how you can. I came here for a job and just found out the address is a strip bar. Being a prostitute wasn't the kind of job I was looking for."

I asked, "Have you had anything to eat today?" This is a common greeting in the Philippines, but I meant it sincerely.

She looked at her feet and replied, "No. I didn't bring money for food."

"Let me buy you some dinner, and then maybe we can find solutions to your other problems," I suggested.

"How do you know I have other problems?" she asked.

"We seldom have only one problem," I replied. "They usually come in twos and threes."

"That is true. I have no money to pay you for food, I have no way home and I have no place to stay," she said.

"It's OK," I said. "Let's work on one problem at a time and get you something to eat." I took her small bag and led her to a small café that served soups and sandwiches. It was still earlier than I would normally eat, but I figured I should eat now with her. After I ordered for us, we started talking.

"By the way, I'm Pete," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I should have introduced myself. I'm Lisa."

"Where are you from, Lisa?" I asked and she proceeded to tell me all about herself. The story was familiar. She was from a small island in the Visayas, and it had taken her days to arrive in Angeles City. So many girls were lured to AC with the promise of a good job only to find they had been tricked when they arrived. Lisa was one of the lucky ones, though, because she wasn't yet under contract to a bar. Those girls who had been brought to AC by a recruiter, and then contracted to a bar, had far fewer choices than Lisa had.

Our food came to the table, and it was soon apparent that one soup and sandwich wasn't going to be enough to fill the void inside of her, so I ordered another set for her. I found that this was common among girls who had traveled great distances. Lisa kept trying to tell me it wasn't necessary to order more food, but the hungry look in her eyes told me otherwise. It turned out that she hadn't eaten in almost three days. While she downed the second soup and sandwich, I asked what she planned to do for a place to sleep. She had no plans, and really hadn't thought that far ahead. She had just assumed that her new employer would provide her with a place to stay.

I told her that I had a nice room with a very big bed, and that she was welcome to stay with me while she worked things out, if she thought she could trust me. Lisa immediately said, "I trust you. You are the first person who was kind to me since I arrived in the city."

I paid the bill, and Lisa followed me to my room. She asked how I had such a nice room. She wasn't used to such nice things. I told her I was just lucky, but that the Air Force paid for my room whenever I was at Clark. I sat her bag down next to the bed. I had stopped for orange juice and ice on the way to my room, so I went into the bathroom to mix our drinks (hers with Everclear) while she sat on the bed.

I returned with the drinks, and she chugged hers right down. Ever the gentleman, I kept her drink refilled every few minutes as we talked. Lisa wasn't sure what to do now that she was here in the city. I asked what kind of work she was looking for, and she told me that she thought she was coming to a job as a domestic helper. She had just graduated from high school, and she wasn't qualified for anything else. I said that kind of job shouldn't be too difficult to find, and that I would point her in the right direction in the morning.

I told her that I thought she was very beautiful. Lisa laughed, "I'll bet you say that to all of the girls you get into your bed." I laughed with her, but denied it. I said that I truly did think she was beautiful. She blushed and said, "Thank you. I've never been called beautiful before. I always thought I was fairly plain."

I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. Lisa jumped at first, not knowing the kiss was coming, but then she leaned back into the kiss. However, having several glasses of OJ and Everclear had definitely relaxed her. It was also obvious that she thoroughly enjoyed her first kiss and she said, "Thank you. That was nice."

"May I have another?" I asked. "I'm not sure that one is enough." I leaned in again, and Lisa leaned into me as well. I took her now empty glass and put it on the nightstand. Then I gave her a tender but passionate kiss. When she thought it was over, I reached around and drew her body into mine. Her lips opened slightly, and my tongue slipped into her mouth. This startled her, but she recovered and accepted my tongue.

The kiss continued longer than she thought it would, but she was being pulled in by the sensations she was feeling. Lisa enjoyed being held and kissed, and she moaned into my mouth in appreciation. When I released her from the kiss, all she could say was, "Wow. I didn't expect that."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," Lisa replied.

"Do you want more?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she answered, and I leaned in again for another kiss. This time, my hands were actively seeking out her breasts while we kissed. At first, her hands fended mine off, but then she relaxed even more and allowed my hands to roam freely about her body. I softly massaged her breasts as we kissed. I could feel her nipples protruding through the material.

I found the hem of her top and lifted it slowly until her back was mostly exposed. Then, I unhooked her bra. I suspect that the combination of the drinks and the distraction of the kiss had dulled her reactions and her will to resist, and she allowed me to slide her arms out of her top and bra without saying anything. Lisa barely flinched when I pulled the top over her head and resumed kissing her.

I undid my own shirt buttons and pulled my shirt off so her nipples could be against my bare chest. Then, I went to work on her skirt and panties. By now, Lisa was lying with her head against my pillows. As my mouth found one of her nipples for the first time, she tried to suck the oxygen out of the room in a loud gasp, but took no action to stop me nor even to prevent me from going further.

Lisa seemed to be very relaxed, and I suckled freely at her breasts as she just lay there with her eyes closed. My hands found the hook and zipper on her skirt, and soon her skirt and panties were traveling down her legs. I asked her to lift her bottom and she did so without hesitation. Once her body was completely naked, I quickly finished undressing myself as well.

Even though I could have fucked her right then, I wanted Lisa to orgasm before I penetrated her with my cock, so I started by suckling her nipples and breasts and then moved down to eat her sweet pussy. She was soon shaking as the sensations from her pussy overcame any reluctance she might have had (though I couldn't detect any reluctance at all).

As Lisa started to orgasm, and waves of pleasure were crashing over her, I moved up to rub the tip of my cock against her vaginal entrance. Once my cock was seated in her vaginal entrance, I slid it all the way into her pussy in one smooth stroke. I could feel her cervix against my cockhead, so I just slowly started thrusting into her repeatedly. Lisa wasn't moving much, and she barely reacted to me deflowering her, but I know that she was a virgin because I saw her hymen at the surface before my cock tore through it.

It appeared that Lisa was content to sleep through most of her first lovemaking session. It wasn't as good as with some other girls as she didn't participate much, but about halfway through our coupling, her body kicked into gear as she realized for the first time that she was being fully fucked. I was slamming my cock into her, bottoming out against her cervix with each thrust. Lisa started pushing back at me every time I thrust my cock deep into her pussy, and she was soon as active as any other girl I had taken to my bed.

When I felt myself getting close, I tried to bring her along. I reached down between us and stroked her clitoris as I quickened the pace of my thrusts into her. Once I felt my seed rising in my balls, I pressed firmly against her cervix, and released load after load of sperm into her womb as I continued to stroke her clitoris. Her body reacted to the stimulation, and soon she was overwhelmed by her own orgasm.

I rolled off to the side after my seed had been completely emptied into her womb, and my cock slipped out of her. Lisa was now fully awake, and she lay her head on my chest. "That felt good," she said. "I'm not sure how we got naked in bed together, but it felt good in the end."

I replied, "You don't remember asking me to make love to you?"

"No," she said, "But if you say I did, then I believe you."

With that, we fell asleep, her head on my chest and her body tucked in beside me. When we woke a couple of hours later, I leaned over and kissed her. Lisa raised up and asked, "That was how it all started tonight?"

"Yes," I replied. "It started with a kiss."

Lisa said, "I must have been really sleepy from the bus ride because I think I fell asleep on your bed."

"There is nothing better than having a beautiful naked young woman like yourself sleeping with me in my bed. I often have nightmares, but having you by my side keeps them away," I replied.

Lisa smiled, "I am happy to keep the bad dreams away then."

I kissed her again, and she enthusiastically returned it. "Did you mean it when you said you would help me find a job?"

"Yes," I replied. "I can post your name and info on the bulletin board in the BX on base. There are always people looking for a maid or nanny for their kids on there. You can also post your information around the church plaza in-town or just ask around the church to see if anybody is looking. I'm sure we can find something."

"Thank you, Pete," Lisa said. "I never would have thought of those things."

You're welcome," I replied, "But I hope that you will sleep here with me until I have to leave before you take a job."

"Of course, I will," she said. I suspect that we might not get much sleep, though, if tonight is a clue to what will happen the rest of the week."

I laughed. "You might be right. I hope that will be OK." I kissed her again.

"Just keep kissing me like that, and I'm sure that everything will be alright," Lisa replied and returned my kiss. "You know I have never done this before, don't you?"

"I figured it out," I said between kisses.

"I was told by many people that sex would hurt really badly the first time, but I don't remember any pain at all with you.," she said.

"I'm glad that you didn't feel any pain," I replied. May I make love to you again tonight?"

"Yes," Lisa said. "Of course." With that, I rolled to be over her body, but not putting any weight on her. She spread her legs to accommodate me between them. I leaned down and suckled her nipple again. "Oh wow!" she cried out. "That feels so good." I traded back and forth between her nipples. Her breasts already had the beginnings of hickeys, so I thought sucking in her breasts away from her nipples might be too sensitive for her.

Once she was moaning from me suckling her nipples, I worked my way down to her pussy. Again, like so many girls before her, Lisa declared that area 'dirty,' and I had to explain to her that she was sweet down there and there was nothing 'dirty' about it. Lisa was hesitant at first, but once my lips and tongue found her clitoris, all of her reservations melted away quickly.

I only used my fingers to tease her G-spot as I sucked her clitoris, wanting to increase her pleasure. It worked. Soon, she had lubrication bubbling out of her vaginal entrance, and her hips were working overtime. It wasn't long before she started to shake in orgasm.

As before, I slid up over her and pressed my cock deep into her vagina. It was an amazing feeling with her vaginal muscles rippling around my cock as it sank down into her depths. "I know now why it didn't hurt," she said. "I was orgasming when you entered me, wasn't I?"

"Yes," I replied as I continued thrusting into her pussy. "God, it feels so good inside of your pussy."

"It feels just as good to have your cock inside of me," she said.

I was thrusting and withdrawing in a fast rhythm by that time, and she was rocking her hips in concert to my movements. When things are just right between two people, then everything just falls into place. We both felt our orgasms hit at the same time.

I was pressing against her cervix as firmly as I could as her pussy was doing everything it could to milk me totally dry. The result was spurt after spurt of hot sperm being shot into her waiting womb. If there was ever a paradise without first dying, then this was it. My body felt like every fiber of my being was melting.

We collapsed in a heap. "Oh, Wow!" was all Lisa could say. "If I die tonight, I will have lived a full life."

"I was going to say just about the same thing," I replied before kissing her and falling to the side.

We woke together a few hours later and made love again. Amazingly, each time was different but wonderful. When my alarm went off in the morning, we lay in bed and talked for a while before showering and going our separate ways. I gave her my extra key and some money for food and trike rides. Then I headed for the base.

After my morning run and breakfast, I went to check in with the captain at headquarters who was my contact on base. I told him that I met a nice girl who was looking for a job, and I asked if I could use his phone number when I post the ad on the bulletin board. He said he had a better idea. He said he and his wife were looking for a maid/nanny for their home. Could I introduce them to this girl? Of course, I answered, "Yes Sir. I can do that."

I told him that Lisa was staying with me for the week, and I hoped that it would be OK if she stayed there before she moved in with them (if they wanted her). The captain laughed. "I'm sure that would be fine. It takes a few days to set up a Filipina to work on base anyway, so she can stay with you until you fly out. Then, we will move her to our house on-base."

We set up a time later that afternoon in the hotel lobby when they could meet and interview Lisa for the job. I thanked the captain again, and he said that good help was really hard to find, so I was doing them a favor. I finished my duties on-base, had lunch and then headed back to the hotel. Lisa was waiting in the room for me. She hadn't had any luck looking for work in town, and she was really surprised when I told her that she had a job interview in the hotel lobby later in the afternoon.

I explained the situation to her, and told her they had agreed to her staying with me until I left because it took a few days to get a work permit for the base anyway. I told her what I knew about the couple. I knew the captain fairly well, and he had always treated me fairly. His wife was a typical Air Force officer's wife, with lots of activities that kept her busy.

They had two small children that Lisa would take care of, and she would also be expected to keep the house clean. The wife was a good cook, so Lisa wouldn't have many cooking duties other than an occasional sandwich for the kids when the wife was out. "Wow," she said. "That sounds like a dream job? How did you find it so fast?"

"I was surprised myself," I replied. "Things just fell into place."

At five that afternoon, Lisa and I were in the lobby waiting for the captain and his wife, when they came walking in. I had explained to her that Filipina time was no good on an air force base. When she was told to be someplace at a given time, then she had better be there. After I introduced them, I left the couple alone with Lisa and went to sit by the bar to wait.

I didn't have long to wait. Lisa came running up to me with a big smile on her face. They had hired her on the spot. I was to take Lisa's personal information the next day, so the captain could get the paperwork started. They didn't expect any problems. She told me something else. The captain told her that when I had recommended her to him, that had meant everything, that he respected my judgement. His wife was very happy to finally have somebody to help her around the house.

We went to a good restaurant to celebrate. After a nice dinner, we went back to my room to celebrate even more. On the way, we went stopped at a small shop, and I bought Lisa a couple of nighties. One was very conservative that she could wear where she would be working, and the other was sheer and tied in the front (so I could undo it easily) for when she was with me.

Lisa was a very happy girl when we got back to my room. She excused herself and went into the bathroom to change into her new sexy nightie. She had never had something like that before (and didn't even know such a thing existed). After a few minutes, Lisa made a grand entrance into the bedroom. I was lying naked on the middle of the bed as she entered.

She came to the side of the bed and asked, "Do you see anything you like?"

That was certainly a loaded question, and I replied, "Does a duck have webbed feet?" She looked confused, so I clarified. "Yes, I see everything I want and like. Come here and give it all to me."

Lisa smiled and crawled up onto the bed. Her breasts were hanging down through the opening in the nightie, and it was amazingly sexy. I reached over and pulled her breast toward my mouth. She lined up her breast and fed me the nipple. I felt like I had entered another world where angels minister to men and grant their desires.

She started trading sides, so her nipples would get equal attention, and then she straddled my waist to make the transfer between breasts easier to accomplish. That resulted in her pussy coming into contact with my already erect cock. Naturally, having her nipples sucked was stimulating her, and her pussy started sliding around on my cock.

It didn't take much of that before my cock was completely covered in her lubrication. She put a hand down between us, and my cock started sliding up into the warm, wet heaven inside of her pussy. I continued to suckle her breasts as she slid back and forth over my cock.

At some point, I was no longer able to maintain my place on her nipples, and my full concentration was on her pussy sliding up and down on my cock. Lisa started coming unglued above me as a strong orgasm overtook her senses. Her head was flopping back and forth as she drove down against my cock. I'm not sure what position resulted in the deepest penetration into a woman's pussy, but that one had to be pretty close. When my orgasm hit, it felt like my sperm was being shot into her very core.

I was incapable of rational thought. They say a man has enough blood to supply either his brain or his cock, but not both, and I'm pretty sure that my brain completely shut down. Flashes of pure pleasure were running through my body, and I am very sure that our bodies were totally connected at that point; not just physically connected but also connected electrically and spiritually. It felt like we were melting into each other's bodies.

Lisa fell onto my chest, panting heavily as she struggled for air. I have no doubt that she felt the same extreme orgasm that I had felt. Our bodies were literally humming against each other. I never really believed in soulmates before, but now I did. I had found a soulmate. There may not be only one soulmate for each person, but they certainly do exist. Lisa was a soulmate to me.

She was almost catatonic at first, but then she was kissing my body, spreading butterfly kisses all around my chest and abs. I could barely move myself, and I was enjoying her soft touches all over me. Slowly, my body came back to life, and I could finally comprehend what had happened to us. "Is that love?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," she replied, "But you are certainly top of my list for a future husband, if that is ever a possibility. I could spend the rest of my life doing nothing but that, and I would be the happiest woman on Earth."

"Yeah," I said. "That is how it feels to me too."

The rest of the week was spent between heaven and hell. It was heaven when I was making love to Lisa, and it was hell every time I thought about having to leave her. By the time I had my travel documents for my next air transport, Lisa had approval to work on base. We made love several times that last night, and when I went to the base the next morning, Lisa went with me to the gate. There, the captain's wife met her with her work documents and drove her to their quarters.

I caught the shuttle van to the armory and then to the base air terminal and flew out a couple of hours later.

I was able to be with Lisa a couple of more times, but never for an extended period like we had that week. She was able to get a couple of days off during each of my next two trips through Clark, but never more. Somehow, she had been lucky enough to not get pregnant while we were together, (though I never knew how), and the captain's wife put her on birth control pills immediately, so they wouldn't have to worry about unwanted pregnancies in the future.

Lisa met a tech sergeant who worked for the captain several months later, and they dated and then got married. There was no communication beforehand, and I found out about her marriage from the captain when I checked in with him, but she was already married. She had immediately gone off of birth control, and she had become pregnant soon after. I told the captain to wish them the best of luck from me.

As an aside, the captain asked me to watch out for good girls who were looking for jobs in the future. He and his wife missed having Lisa in their home and were looking for somebody to replace her but had been unsuccessful so far in finding someone. I told him that I would help if I could.