Chasing Paradise Ch. 21 - 25

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 21 -- Kathy

Her name was Kathryn, but she went by Kathy. I have always been partial to petite Filipinas. There is something special about these little women that pulls me toward them. I love the way they look, the way they smell, the way they taste, and the way they treat a man. Even then, Kathy was a very special Filipina. I met her in Angeles City, but not under the same circumstances that I had met so many others. I was transiting back to the US from Southeast Asia when I arrived at Clark for my normal layover.

I first met Kathy at the checkout counter in a local grocery store. OK, there isn't much special about that except that unlike many other Filipinas I had met, Kathy already had a real job (as a cashier). That meant that she already had some stability in her life. Most Filipinas I met around Angeles City had absolutely no stability in their lives. Filipinas coming to Angeles City seemed to mostly have no assets and were living on the edge of chaos.

There weren't many people in the grocery store at the time, so I got to chat with Kathy for quite a while. In fact, I went through her checkout stand several times as other customers passed through. It got to the point where she asked me if I needed some help remembering what I had come into the store for in the first place.

I smiled and told her that I knew what I was looking for, and that I had found it, but I just wasn't sure how to get the object of my desires out of the store. That confused her, so I just told her that she was the object of my desires. I asked if she had a boyfriend or a husband before I did anything stupid. She told me, "No. I have never had a boyfriend."

I think by now she was intrigued by this young American man who was paying so much attention to her, and when I asked her if she would go to dinner with me, she replied, "Let me think about it." A few minutes later (and another trip through her counter), she said, "Yes. I will go to dinner with you, but no funny business."

I asked what time she got off, and where she wanted me to pick her up. She told me that she was off at six, and asked if I would pick her up at the store and take her home so she could change before we went to dinner. She said that it would also give her mother a chance to meet me. I agreed to her terms, and I was back at the grocery store at six that evening. We took a trike to her house, and she introduced me to her mother. I talked with her mother while Kathy went to her room to get changed.

I guess I passed her mother's criteria for a prospective husband because when Kathy returned from her room, her mother smiled and told Kathy, "You have found a good man. Treat him right." Like the mother and daughter that I had met at church, I got the impression that Kathy's mother wanted Kathy to get married and give her grandbabies, but she wasn't nearly as pushy (at least not in front of me).

We caught a trike and went to my favorite Italian restaurant for dinner. I ordered a sweet wine with dinner, and Kathy liked the choice. I kept her glass topped off all through dinner and the conversation. Unlike many girls I had met, Kathy had grown up and graduated from high school in Angeles City. She had no formal education other than that.

Kathy's position at the grocery store was proof positive that connections were more important than knowledge or education in the Philippines because she had gotten a job as a cashier at the grocery store right out of high school. Although that wouldn't be unusual in most countries, jobs are notoriously hard to get in the Philippines, and successful applicants are often vastly overqualified for the position they seek. I have met many girls with accounting degrees working as cashiers in stores and restaurants.

She got her job because a friend of her mother owned the store. Kathy was, however, much more interesting than that little bit of information. Kathy was very smart and had learned her job as cashier very quickly. Connections had gotten her the job, but her brains let her stay on beyond her initial six-month contract (normal in the Philippines).

Kathy confirmed my suspicions about her mother's desires. She told me that her mom thought that Kathy needed to find a good husband and start having babies with him as soon as possible. Kathy said that she wasn't opposed to the idea, though, and she said that when she found the right man, she would freely give herself to him.

I took a chance and asked, "Do you think that I might be the right man?"

She looked at me and then replied, "Maybe. You are smart, you are confident, you are a gentleman, and my mother likes you. Those are some of the biggest hurdles in my list."

I ordered gelato for our dessert, something that I seldom did. Kathy loved it. When we were done with dinner, I asked Kathy if there was something she wanted to do next. She replied, "I should ask you to take me to my home, but I would rather stay with you and talk awhile. Who knows where that might lead?"

We decided to take a walk in the evening air (which isn't all that clean in the Philippines), and our walk just happened to take us by my hotel. I asked Kathy if she would like to come up and see my room. I fully expected her to say 'No', but she said, "Yes, I would love to see your room." This was not usual for a conservative Filipina, and there were many Filipinas whose stories never graced the pages of this story because they said, 'No.'

So, we went up to my room to continue our conversation. I asked her what her dreams were, and Kathy said her dreams were fairly simple. She basically wanted what her mother wanted for her. She wanted a good, stable husband and several well-behaved children. Most importantly, she wanted to be the best wife and mother that she could possibly be.

When we were sitting on my bed, I asked how she would know when she met the right man to become your husband, and she surprised me when she said, "What makes you think I haven't already found him?"

I was puzzled and said, "But you said you didn't have a boyfriend."

"That was true," Kathy replied. "But that may have changed tonight."

"Oh," I said, catching her meaning for the first time.

It seemed like the perfect time to take a chance, so I asked, "May I kiss you?"

She lowered her head and softly said, "Yes."

I lifted her chin and leaned in to kiss her softly. My lips touched hers and I pressed against her in an embrace. Kathy backed away at first, but then leaned into the kiss. I didn't get too ambitious with that first kiss. It was sweet and soft, with no expectations, and she was smiling when the kiss ended.

"That was nice," she said. "It was better than how I imagined my first kiss."

I leaned in again, and used my tongue a bit in our second kiss. Kathy was unsure how to react as my tongue searched for her mouth, but she finally opened her mouth a bit and my tongue entered between her teeth and sought out her tongue.

I sucked in her lower lip, and then let my tongue dance with her tongue inside her mouth. Kathy's reaction was to suck on my tongue, which was encouraging. I kissed her again and again. Each kiss went a little further until our tongues were dancing between our mouths, and our hands were wandering.

My hands came up Kathy's sides until they were resting on her breasts. She made no move to push them away, so I began massaging her breasts as we kissed. When Kathy started moaning into my mouth, I knew that this might go much further than I had originally anticipated.

I broke the kiss long enough to look into Kathy's eyes, and took the ultimate gamble. I asked her, "Do you want this to go further?"

She nodded, blushed, and then whispered, "Yes."

It was all the encouragement I needed. My hands found the zipper in the back of her dress, and slowly pulled it down. Kathy shuddered a little as my fingers touched her flesh, but made no effort to stop me as I undressed her. I pulled her dress straps off of her shoulders and kissed down her neck at the same time. She shivered a little, partially from the cool air hitting her skin, and partially from pure excitement.

I pulled her to her feet and let her dress fall down and off her body as I continued to kiss her. Kathy stepped out of the dress puddled up at her feet. Now, she was in her bra and panties. I asked her to take my shirt off, and she started undoing the buttons. Once they were all undone, Kathy pushed the shirt from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind me.

As my shirt puddled on the floor, I asked her to take off my pants. This would be the point where she would either back down or fully commit. Kathy committed. Her hands went first to my belt, then to my snap and finally to my zipper. I stepped out of them as my pants fell to my feet.

It was now my turn again, and I leaned down to kiss across her upper chest. Kathy pushed her chest against me, so I reached around to unhook her bra. I was still fully expecting this to end, and that her hands would come up to protect her breasts, but they didn't. Her hands stayed down at her sides, and my lips found her nipples instead. "Oh my God," she cried out. "This feels so good."

Kathy's nipples rose up and became fully erect to meet my lips. As I sucked her nipples into my mouth, they seemed to grow more. Kathy didn't have large nipples to start with. In fact, they were quite small. But they grew significantly larger as I sucked each of them into my mouth. I had been worried because they had started out so small, but I needn't have. They were perfect for suckling once they had attained their full size after stimulation.

Kathy had maybe A-cups or small B-cups, but there was plenty to play with and stimulate. Her nipples were very sensitive, and she enjoyed having the rest of her breasts played with and sucked as well. Suckling her nipples made her cry out in pleasure, and I made sure that happened over and over again.

Before long, Kathy was literally begging me to, "Put it in me now." I knew what she wanted, but I also knew that she wasn't ready for my cock yet. I continued suckling her nipples, and then I let my hands drag her panties down her legs. Kathy was once again flat on her back, and she was pushing my boxers down my legs at the same time her panties were coming down and off her feet.

Once we were both naked, I shifted my attention to her pussy. Her vulva was tight, pink and compact, but her labia opened like a flower at my first touch. Everything was already wet, with Kathy's natural lubrication oozing out of her vaginal entrance and all surfaces glistening. I kissed my way down to her clitoris and sucked it into my mouth.

I think Kathy was going to protest, but her protest died as soon as she felt my lips draw her little button into my mouth. To say that she loved the feeling of my sucking her clitoris would be a massive understatement. My fingers found her vaginal entrance, and along with it, they found her hymen. Kathy's hymen was just inside of her vaginal entrance; not right on the surface, but not deeply buried in her vagina either. It was pink and fat, with a tiny hole in the center.

I tested her hymen with my finger several times, but any pressure on the hole in her hymen caused her pain. I finally decided that I would just have to break it with my cock and not worry about the pain it might cause her. This was one of those cases where there was nothing a man could do to prevent the initial pain of defloration. Every woman is built differently, and a man has to adapt to the situation he finds. There was never, "One method fits all."

All I could do was to get her as ready as I could before I penetrated her vagina with my cock, and with a lot of oral and manual attention to her clitoris and labia, Kathy was orgasming multiple times before I moved quickly, lined my cock up with her entrance and thrust my cock through her hymen and deep into her vagina with all of my strength. Her hymen ripped, and Kathy screamed, but it couldn't be helped. I kissed her to muffle her cries as I shoved my cock into her, but still, there were a lot of tears running down her cheeks as I pushed the remainder of my cock into her now bloody vagina.

I apologized for the pain I had caused her, but then I told her that there was nothing I could do to completely avoid that with her. It was just because of the way her hymen was built that caused her pain, and that I had prepared her as best I could. However, whereas she had been begging me to 'put it in' just moments before, Kathy was now pleading for me to 'take it out' as soon as possible. I think a lot of women are scarred for life when their partner heeds their request to remove his cock after a painful entry, but before the woman can get any pleasure from it. If they don't experience any pleasure the first time they have sex, women will likely always be afraid of sex.

I knew that the worst was already over for her, and that we should continue until Kathy felt pleasure again, but it was still hard listening to her cry and sob. It tore me up inside, but I held my cock deep inside of her pussy until the pain in her vagina had mostly subsided. Then, I started slowly withdrawing and thrusting back in, just a little each way at first, and then lengthening the strokes until my cock was almost slipping out of her before pressing deeply into her again.

Once I had freedom of movement, I started speeding up the tempo. By then, Kathy was no longer crying or begging me to stop, and she was pushing back against me as I thrust into her pussy. Each thrust drove my cockhead deeper into her vagina until every stroke was pressing firmly against her cervix. Her enthusiasm and her pleasure increased the deeper my cock went into her.

Just when I thought there was no hope that Kathy would ever come on my cock before I climaxed, her body started to shudder and her vaginal muscles started to squeeze my cock rhythmically. I was on edge anyway, and her orgasm (as small as it was) pushed me over the edge. I pressed my cock as firmly against her cervix as I could and pumped spurt after spurt of my sperm deep into her womb.

Kathy bled quite a bit when her hymen was torn. It was lucky that I had a towel on the bed under her, but even then, there was still some blood on the sheets. I knew that it needed to be cleaned, but my first priority was to take care of Kathy herself. She was still breathing rapidly, and her skin was flushed. That indicated that she was still excited by what had happened.

I asked her if she could forgive me for hurting her so bad. She replied, "I already have. If you had stopped when I asked you to, my memories of sex would have been horrible. As it is, I was still traumatized, but the pleasure at the end gave me hope that it can be better when we do this again."

"It can and should be a lot better in the future," I said, "But I think we need to give your body a rest for a day or so before we try again. I really didn't want to hurt you like that."

She smiled up at me, "Even now, you are thinking of my well-being before thinking about your own needs. I know for sure now that you were a good choice for the first, and hopefully only, man to make love to me."

I asked Kathy if she would like to get a shower with me. I could get her cleaned up and feeling better. She agreed, and I helped her into the shower. I took the towel into the bathroom and put in the sink with some warm water to soak.

Once in the shower, I adjusted the water temperature to warm and started soaping her body. She protested that she could wash herself, but I insisted that this was something that I wanted to do for her. She was quite sensitive around her pussy, and I had to be very gentle when washing her there. The bleeding from her broken hymen had stopped, but there was quite a bit of blood on her skin.

I carefully cleaned her, and then soaped up the rest of her body for good measure. After I rinsed all of the soap off of her, I asked if she would like to wash me. She smiled and picked up the soap. Kathy gave me a thorough scrubbing, and by the time she was done, I was not only clean but hard as a rock. She looked at my cock and said, "That will never do. Let me take care of this."

"How do you propose to do that?" I asked.

"Like this," she replied, and she started sucking the tip of my cock. "I don't know if I am doing it right, but my girlfriend told me that guys like this."

"You are definitely doing it right," I told her. Kathy continued to suck on my cockhead, using her small hands to stroke the shaft as she sucked. The shower kept everything lubricated, so her actions never caused any bad friction for my cock. The longer the blow job went, the better it got.

I told her that I was getting close to an orgasm, but she just kept sucking, so I pumped my sperm into her mouth. At first, Kathy was startled, but then she started swallowing as I pumped more sperm into her mouth. I never asked her to do that, but she just thought it would be the most pleasurable way for me. When the flow stopped, she sucked and licked me clean, and then soaped me up one more time for good measure. This girl might be a keeper unless things turned south.

I toweled her dry and kissed her deeply. Then, I asked what she wanted to do now. "Let's go back to bed," was her answer. That caught me off guard, as I expected that I would have to take her home. I asked Kathy if her mother would worry about her, but she said that she told her mother that she would be staying with me before we left the house. Now, I was really surprised, and I have to admit, I was quite shocked.

It was now obvious that Kathy had planned the whole thing to lose her virginity to me. I'm sure that she had no idea that it would hurt so much when she planned it out, but she understood that there might be pain. It was plain now that Kathy wanted to marry me and figured that, if we fucked enough, I would get her pregnant, and I would be obligated to marry her.

We snuggled up together in the bed, and I was nestled in behind Kathy's back holding her against me. That was how we fell asleep. A few hours later, I woke up to a hard cock. I hadn't planned to do anything else that night, but Kathy had other ideas. Even though it obviously hurt her, she backed up against my cock until it slipped inside of her vagina. Kathy was obviously pretty sore at her vaginal entrance, and she grimaced and moaned in discomfort as she took my cock inside of her vagina, but she persisted until my cock was pressing against her cervix.

I started thrusting and withdrawing as she rocked her hips to meet each of my deep thrusts. It wasn't long before we had a good rhythm going. I rolled Kathy up onto her knees, and without letting my cock slip from her pussy, I started fucking her doggie-style.

"Oh," she cried. "That feels so good. Fill me up with your sperm and make a baby in me. Please."

I was up on my knees behind her slamming into her pussy with my full force. I was no longer worried about causing her pain because Kathy had just accepted the pain as part of the deal, and she would do whatever was necessary to get pregnant by me. My cock was repeatedly pressing against her cervix every time I thrust into her, and it wasn't long before I was shooting long ropes of sperm through that cervix and deep into her womb.

Kathy didn't orgasm that time, and I'm sure the pain from her sore vaginal entrance was part of that, but she still seemed to enjoy it immensely. Who knows how much of that was real. She was pushing back at me hard as I unloaded my sperm into her womb, and then she stayed tight against me, holding my cock deep inside her pussy as long as possible. There was no doubt that Kathy was hoping to get pregnant that night.

I finally rolled to my side on the bed, and Kathy kept my cock in her vagina as she rolled with me, keeping me tight up against her bottom as we fell asleep again. We were still in that position when my alarm went off in the morning. We got into the shower, but she wanted to fuck one more time before we left, so I put Kathy's hands on the shower wall and positioned myself behind her. With everything wet, my cock slid easily into her pussy, and I was soon thrusting into her.

I guess things had healed somewhat overnight because Kathy didn't seem to be experiencing pain any longer as she pushed back against me every time I thrust into her. After several minutes of energetic thrusts and withdrawals, I was finally at the end. I felt my sperm rise from my balls as I pressed my cock firmly against Kathy's cervix, and spurt after spurt of hot semen shot forcefully into her womb. Kathy was eagerly backing up against me, trying to get every bit of sperm I had. Even after my orgasm ended, she held me to her, keeping my cock in place deep in her pussy.

We finally separated, and Kathy and I cleaned each other one last time before drying off and getting dressed. We still had a few minutes before I had to leave, so we lay on the bed just kissing and fondling each other's body until I needed to go.

I asked Kathy what time she got off today, and she replied that it was her day off. I told her to meet me back at the hotel lobby at two, and we could continue where we left off. She headed for home for some clothes while I headed for the base for my normal daily routine. After a big lunch at the mess hall, I headed back to the hotel. Kathy was already in the lobby waiting for me when I arrived.

Once back in my hotel room, Kathy told me how she had trouble walking when she went home. I guess some muscles inside of her had received a workout the night before. I had forgotten to give her trike fare, so she wouldn't have to walk home. Oops. She leaned up to kiss me, and asked if I had missed her while I was on base. I told her honestly that I was too busy with my duties to miss her, but I was happy to get back to her. Kathy said that she had missed me very much.

I asked her if she missed me enough to do a strip tease for me on the bed. Kathy giggled and said she could do that. I sat on a chair, and Kathy got up on the bed as if it were a stage. She wasn't sure how to start, but then she just started taking her clothes off slowly. When Kathy got down to her bra and panties, she reached around to unhook the bra while holding it against her breasts. Then, she seductively lowered it, one side at a time, letting her nipples come slowly into view. Kathy finally turned her back to me and slowly bent over, slowly pulling her panties down her legs as she went. She pushed them down to her feet and off, kicking them toward me with her toes.

Kathy thought she was done, but I grabbed a small bag and handed it to her. She opened it and found a small sheer baby doll nightie that I had purchased at the BX. I asked her to put it on and she complied. Kathy looked so sexy in it. It opened in the front, so she could still wear it while I had full access to her breasts and pussy. She looked in the mirror and was shocked at the sexy woman she saw staring back at her. Kathy ran over to me and hugged and kissed me, telling me, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Since she was on my lap anyway, I had her pull my pants and boxers off and then straddle my lap while facing me. That put her pussy right up against my cock. I asked her if it gave her any ideas. She looked down and guided the tip of my cock to her vaginal entrance. She then raised up, pressed the tip of my cock into her vagina, and slid all the way down my shaft.

I pulled my shirt off, so we were skin to skin, stood up with her impaled on my cock, and lay her down on the desk that happened to be in that room. That put her pussy at the perfect height for my cock as I stood by the desk. I withdrew a little and then thrust back into her pussy. She caught on immediately, and was pushing against me with every thrust with her pussy hanging out over the side of the desk. We started fucking like there was no tomorrow. I was really driving into her hard.

As we fucked, I asked her, "Are you trying to get pregnant?"

She replied, "Yes. I may already be pregnant because, if I have calculated correctly, I would have ovulated either yesterday or today. That means that I am probably very fertile right now. Is that OK with you?"

"Sure," I replied. "You can do whatever you want."

"Good," she responded. "I was hoping that you would want to have a baby with me."

It was hard to continue the conversation because we were very busy fucking hard at the time, and just as I got close to releasing my seed into her, she started shaking in climax under me. I pressed my cock into her as deeply as possible, and I forcefully shot load after load of sperm through her cervix and into her womb as her pussy strongly contracted around me, milking every drop of seed from my cock.

Kathy was very happy. I think she was sure that one of the little sperms swimming around in her womb would find her egg and fertilize it. Then, she thought I would marry her and take her off to the US. But wait. I had no intention of taking Kathy back to the US. I didn't even love her. I saw no reason to tell her that at the time though. We could still spend days and nights playing hump and pump until I headed for the US. If she wanted to get pregnant, that was fine, but I wasn't planning to marry her, and I never told her that I would marry her.

We made love several times a night for the rest of my stay, and then the day before my departure, I told her that I had to fly out the next morning. I said that I would be back to Angeles City in two or three months and I would try to see her again then if she wanted. Predictably, she cried, but that didn't stop us from making love a few more times that night. Even though I had told her several times that I was only there for about a week, she had set that aside. Now, on the morning of my departure, reality set in, and I was leaving. She asked me when I would marry her, and I just replied, "Marry? I didn't realize that I had even asked you to marry me. I'll think about it."

Needless to say, Kathy was sad when I left that morning. I had told her that I would be leaving, but she was so determined that everything would go according to the self-determined plan in her head that she ignored any facts that didn't fit with her plan. We left the room, and as scheduled, I flew out that morning.

I did think about it, and decided that it would be best if I didn't see Kathy again. She was a good fuck, but I certainly wasn't in love with her, and I was not comfortable being with a woman who thought she could just manipulate me to get whatever she wanted. It was one thing for a woman to ask what would happen if she got pregnant, but it was very different if the woman had planned the whole thing out in advance. I had no intention of becoming a fly on a spider's web. Anyway, the whole thing made me uneasy. Even if I married her, which I wasn't going to, it wasn't going to end well. Better to just cut all ties.

Chapter 22 -- Tipper

I met Tipper on Fields Avenue in Angeles City. As I had done before, I spotted this girl holding a bag and looking confused. I recognized her dilemma immediately. She was what was known as a "lost girl." Filipinas are not known for their ability to plan ahead with backup plans in case things went wrong, and way too many girls took the trip to the city to seek an offered job, but had no alternate plan or way home if the job fell through or wasn't what they expected. Often, they didn't even have money for food.

Jobs were often advertised as domestic helpers of one sort or another to get girls to come to Angeles City, but the ads were just a cover for bars luring girls in to be bar girls. They knew that most of the girls who came would have no choice other than to accept a position working for the bar once they were in the city. There had to be a lot of these girls, but because there were no employee rights or protections in the Philippines, employers often had no qualms about deceiving these girls with false advertising.

I was in transit at Clark Air Force Base on my way back to Laos, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. I had just been promoted to staff sergeant (E-5) at 34 1/2 months total service, which was pretty much unheard of in the US Air Force at the time. I was hoping to find a girl to stay with me while I was staying in Angeles City, and when I spotted Tipper, it appeared that this girl was perfect. I went up to her and introduced myself. She looked up and replied with her name.

Like so many other girls, Tipper had been given an address and told the job was for a domestic helper. Being fresh out of high school in a country where college degrees were often required for entry-level jobs, she wasn't really qualified for anything else. Unfortunately, when she got to the address, Tipper found that it was a bar and they were only hiring dancers/bargirls. She headed back out onto the street and that was where I found her trying to figure out what to do next.

I approached her and asked if I could help. Tipper said she wasn't sure how I could help. That was actually a typical answer. I then asked how long it had been since she had eaten. "Yesterday," came her answer.

"Let's get you something to eat first," I said. "Then, we will see what else we can do."

"I have no money. I can't pay for food," she said.

"That's OK," I replied. "I'm not asking you to pay. I've got this. I don't like seeing pretty girls going hungry."

I took her small bag and took her to a café for soup and sandwiches. After she had eaten two of each, she was feeling a lot better. She was really quite open, so I also knew a lot more about her by the time she finished her food. She was a lot worse off that most of the girls I had met. She had traveled for days on ferries and buses to get here, and she really had nothing left. No money, no plan, no hope.

I told her that I was willing to share my room with her, if that would help. "How many beds are there?" she asked.

"One," I said. "But it is a very large bed."

After thinking about it for a moment, Tipper realized that she didn't really have many alternatives, so she took me up on the offer. I stopped for orange juice and ice on the way back to the room. I had her sit on the bed while I mixed our drinks in the bathroom, and then we sat together on the bed and talked. Tipper was the oldest daughter in her family, and she was expected to find a job that would allow her to send money to help support her family back home. That seemed to be to most common pattern for these girls.

That was how Tipper ended up in Angeles City. Now she had no idea what she would do. I told her that I knew some people on the base who were looking for a maid/nanny. Would she be interested?

"Would I? Yes. I wouldn't even know how to thank you," she said. By then, Tipper was on her fourth drink of orange juice, Everclear and ice, so I had some ideas along those lines. I told her I would talk to those people the next day, and if they were interested, she would get an interview the next afternoon.

Tipper threw herself at me, hugging me around the neck and kissing my cheek. I turned my head slightly, and our lips touched. She froze for a moment, but I said, "What a wonderful way to thank me. Can I have another kiss?"

Tipper hesitated, but then leaned in, and I gently kissed her lips. I pulled her body to mine, and held her in an embrace. The second kiss was a little awkward at first, but I continued it, letting my tongue play with her teeth. She didn't know what to do, but she eventually relaxed in my arms, letting my tongue enter her mouth.

I found her tongue and sucked it gently, pulling it toward my mouth. Our tongues danced between our mouths. When the kiss broke, the only thing that came out of her mouth was, "Oh my God."

I asked, "Did you like that?"

"Yes," came her immediate reply.

"May I kiss you some more?" I asked.

All I got was a nod of her head. It seems that she had lost her voice. I leaned in again, and kissed Tipper deeply, letting our tongues dance and tangle, suck and fondle. My hands were on her sides and had found the skin between her skirt and top. My fingers slid up under her top until I was hugging the bare skin of her back.

A quick flick of my wrist and Tipper's bra was unhooked. It startled her, but I was still kissing her, so Tipper let it pass, and she made no move to refasten her bra. My hands were massaging her back and her sides, and she was moaning into my mouth. Tipper was mesmerized by the sensations she was feeling, and they were about to get even better.

I adjusted my hands so they were massaging her breasts under her bra. Tipper just about choked on our kiss when she felt my fingers on her nipples, now standing proud above her small breasts. I took the opportunity to tweak the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and then massaged her breasts to relax her. I was kissing her earlobes and neck as I worked her top and bra up to her neck. She barely noticed as her top and bra went over her head and off.

I continued to kiss her earlobes and then down her neck until I was suckling her nipples. Tipper's gasp made her surprise very evident, but instead of pushing me away and covering herself with her hands, she used her hands to pull my head even closer to her nipples. Tipper clearly liked what she was feeling, but she was confused. "I was supposed to be thanking you, but instead you are making me feel better than I have ever felt in my life," she said.

"Don't worry," I replied. "There will be plenty of time to thank me later."

I suckled her small nipples until they were like little stones sitting on mounds of soft moss. Tipper didn't have large breasts, but they were proportional to her small body, and fit her perfectly. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and as I suckled them, Tipper was moaning and squealing under me. She orgasmed long before I thought she would, just from having her nipples suckled.

It didn't worry me, though, as I knew Tipper would likely have several more orgasms before the night was done. As she shook in orgasmic bliss, I unhooked the side of her skirt, unzipped it and pulled it and her panties down and off her legs and feet. Tipper didn't even notice because her senses had already been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling from her orgasm.

Tipper also didn't notice as I undressed myself while I continued to suckle her nipples. It wasn't until I moved down her body to suck her clitoris into my lips that Tipper noticed anything. This time, the change in my activities caused her to almost fold in half, part of her wanting to pull away and part of her wanting to get even closer to my mouth. "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm," was all she could say. It reminded me of an engine on an extremely cold winter morning, turning over, but not able to start.

As I licked and sucked her clitoris and labia, I used my fingers to explore her vaginal entrance. Typical of many Filipinas, her hymen was thin and right at the vaginal entrance. I tried to stretch it, but decided it would be better just to break Tipper's hymen with my cock when she winced as I pressed it with my finger. Instead, I concentrated on her clitoris and labia until she was blinded by the waves of orgasmic pleasure she was feeling.

As she climaxed, I slid up and positioned the tip of my cock at her vulva, rubbed it around enough to get it very wet with her juices, and pressed the tip into her vaginal entrance. There was some resistance at first, and then a giving/tearing sensation as my cock slid into the depths of her vagina.

She winced again as my cock invaded her pussy. "Ouch," she whimpered. "That hurts."

"Give it a minute," I said, "And the pain will go away. I promise."

"OK," she answered. I guess that Tipper was OK with the small pinch she felt as I entered her because she was still feeling pleasure from her orgasm.

I held still, with my cock completely filling her vagina, until her moans ended and her sighs began. The sensations she was feeling had obviously changed, and Tipper began to enjoy the feeling of my cock filling her vagina. I let my cock slide around in her a bit, moving it a little further in and out with each stroke, and she sighed and gave moans of pleasure until I was sliding it almost all the way in and out of her, pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust.

Once Tipper's vagina was well-lubricated with her juices, and I was sliding freely, I concentrated on building the tempo and power of my thrusts. Her hips were starting to match my movements and I asked her, "Do you like this?"

"Oh my God, yes," she replied. "I love this. Go faster and deeper, if you can."

"I can do that," I said, and I pulled her legs up so my cock could get a better angle into her vagina. My cock was repeatedly pressing against Tipper's cervix by this time, pressing as deeply into her with each thrust as possible. Tipper went crashing over the edge into her orgasm a split second ahead of me, and then I was pressing firmly against her cervix and filling her womb with spurt after spurt of my sperm. Her pussy was milking my cock, forcing it to give up all of its seed.

We crashed together and collapsed together on the bed. We were laying there panting when Tipper said, "I guess that was one way that I could say thank you." I laughed.

We fell asleep, but of course we woke a few more times during the night to make love again and again. Tipper never went through a 'sore stage' and we were able to resume our activities throughout the night without any delay or pain. Every time one of us woke up, she immediately tried to insert my cock into her pussy, which I absolutely loved.

By morning, when my alarm went off, Tipper had grown accustomed to sex several times a night and had decided that she could get used to this. We got into the shower and cleaned up (with a bit of extra play thrown in), got dressed and I told her the plan for the day.

She could stay in my room (I gave her a key), I would go to the base, and this afternoon I would get her a dress to wear for her interview if there was going to be one. Then, I headed out for the base for my daily routine. After breakfast, I went to see the captain and told him about Tipper. He was excited, and immediately called his wife. She agreed to interview Tipper at six that evening. I then headed off to take care of the rest of my morning duties.

After lunch at the mess hall, I stopped at the BX for a couple of nighties for Tipper and headed for the hotel. Tipper was waiting for me in the room and was very happy when I told her about the interview. We went to a small shop and bought her a nice dress to wear for the interview. I bought her several panties as well, so she wouldn't have to worry about washing them for a while. She said she had never in her life felt so pampered, and that she wasn't sure why she was being so blessed as to find somebody like me.

We went back to the room, and she gave me my own private fashion show. Tipper started with the dress, then the nighties and finally she tried on each of the panties with nothing else on. By the time she was done, my cock was hard enough to cut stone, but it was time for her to get ready for her interview. I told her that I would let her take care of my cock afterwards. She smiled and happily agreed.

We were in the lobby a few minutes before six, and the captain and his wife walked in early as well. We sat down, and I introduced Tipper to the captain and his wife. Then, I separated myself, so they could interview Tipper in private. The interview went well, and the captain's wife told me, "We owe you big time, first Lisa and now Tipper. Next time you are at Clark, we will cook you a good home-cooked meal. Does steak sound good?" I smiled and nodded.

"We will do the paperwork to get Tipper onto the base, and you take care of her until you head out," she continued. "I will meet you both at the gate the morning you fly out and take Tipper on-base with me."

"Sounds good," I replied. The captain and his wife left the hotel, and Tipper and I went to dinner in the hotel. After dinner, we headed back to the room, where Tipper donned the sexy nightie and met me on the bed. "I have a lot to thank you for, Pete, so I need to get started now."

She unhooked the front fastener on the nightie, so her breasts could hang freely down to my face. I immediately latched onto one of her nipples and pulled her down to me. I wanted some good, old-fashioned breast time. I wanted to suckle her nipples until she just couldn't stand any more. I wanted to suck in her tender tit-flesh until little hickeys flowered all over her chest.

Tipper was more than willing to accommodate me. In fact, she loved to have her nipples sucked so much that my plan to stop when she was worn out was never going to happen. She happily switched her nipples back and forth, so both sides got their fair share of suckling. She even enjoyed me giving her small hickeys all over her breasts.

It was my mouth that was finally worn out, and I had to call for a time-out to recover. Tipper used this break to good advantage, and she taught herself how to suck my cock. It was mostly just exploration, really, but she had my cock hard enough to cut stone again before she was done. Then, she lowered her pussy onto my cock, taking it all the way up to her cervix in one stroke.

My immediate reaction was to drive up into her with my cock, which complimented Tipper's desires to get my cock as deep into her as possible. My second thrust sent my cock seemingly even deeper than the first, if that was possible. By the third thrust, we were rocking together in a natural rhythm, meeting and separating with increasing speed and depth and squishy sounds emanating from our coupling.

I rolled Tipper over onto her back. Her legs came up and locked around my waist, pulling my cock even deeper into her pussy. I was driving into her as hard and as quickly as I could, my nervous system quickly starting to melt down. I felt a flash within my loins and I was overcome by wave after wave of intense pleasure as my orgasm washed over me.

Tipper was right there with me, and her body jerked and jumped and squeezed down on my cock, causing my pleasure to be multiplied. She was already in the midst of her own meltdown, and she was trying to say something but couldn't get the words out.

She finally composed her thoughts and said, "Every time I try to thank you, you give me so much pleasure in return that I end up owing you more than when I started."

"Trust me," I replied. "I have been rewarded a hundred-fold for anything that I have done for you."

We talked for a bit and then drifted slowly off to sleep. This was a different kind of paradise.

I woke to the feeling that somebody was moving on my cock. Indeed, Tipper was busy sliding the skin back and forth over my shaft. When she realized that I was awake, she repositioned her body, so my cock was rubbing along her vulva. When it was sufficiently wet, Tipper changed the angle to allow my cock to slide easily into her pussy.

"I just wanted to thank you some more," she said.

I laughed, "You can never say thank you too much."

I lost track of time as Tipper repeatedly drove her pussy down over my cock. As a matter of fact, I lost track of everything but the sensations being caused by our making love. It was overwhelming. I rolled her onto her back and drove into her again. Tipper drew her legs up to allow me better access to her depths, and I was repeatedly pressing against her cervix.

"Oh my God, this is so good," she moaned as she rocked her hips to meet my thrusts. It didn't take long before we were both in the throes of orgasm. As I pressed hard against her cervix, I could feel the muscles in her vagina rippling around my cock as it pumped its load of sperm deep into her womb.

My brain melted down until I couldn't feel anything but the sweet sensations coming from her pussy. I was in paradise. We fell asleep locked in an embrace, no line where one body ended and the next began. We had become as one as we drifted off.

When I once again woke, Tipper was snuggled in close to my chest, her breasts pressed tight up against me. She was the picture of happiness and of joy. This girl, who had been panicking in the street less than two days before was sleeping peacefully in my arms without a worry in the world. I kissed her gently on the forehead, being careful not to wake her. She smiled in her sleep. How could a man ask for anything more than this?

Even though I was content in her arms, I still had to continue on to Laos and my assignment. I had to either keep my head in the game or lose my head in the process. I had seen what happened to an American who lost focus while behind enemy lines, and I was determined that would not happen to me.

I thought that I had done right by Tipper. I had helped her find a good job that didn't involve dancing half naked and getting fucked by strangers. I couldn't commit far enough to marry her. If I did, then I would get killed or have to change jobs. I decided to back off for then. If Tipper got pregnant, then I would deal with that, but no commitments for the time being seemed like the best course of action. I would let the captain and his wife take care of her for then.

The next few days were heaven on Earth for me. Yes, I still had to get up early each morning to take care of my routines on base, but then this angel met me every afternoon when I returned to the hotel. Tipper truly was an angel, or maybe a fairy would be more accurate, considering her petite size. I have never been happier than I was during the time I spent with Tipper.

All good things must come to an end, though, and I received notice to report to the base terminal the next morning. Tipper and I spent a blissful, but tearful night together. She REALLY did not want to see me leave. Tipper had fallen madly in love with me and would not let go easily. I told her that, God willing, I would see her on my return trip from Southeast Asia, and that calmed her a bit, but she would have rather I had just stayed there with her to live happily ever after.

The next morning, we took one last shower together, but I'm not sure whether there was more water coming from the shower head or her eyes. Even so, she jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist and make love one last time under the water. It ended as usual, with my cock pressed tightly against her cervix and pumping my sperm deep into her womb.

We met the captain's wife at the gate and said our goodbyes. I told her that, if she got pregnant, I would take care of her and that brought a smile to her face. Even though public displays of affection are frowned upon in the Philippines, Tipper wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply before walking away with the captain's wife. The captain's wife turned to me before they left, and said, "Don't worry. We will take good care of her for you. You take good care of yourself."

Off I went to the base armory to retrieve my firearms and then to the base air terminal to catch my flight out to Thailand. After about four-and-a-half weeks, I was back to Clark. I checked in with the captain and he gave me news of Tipper.

It appeared that she had, indeed, gotten pregnant with me, but the baby had miscarried about three weeks after I left. I guess there was a lot of blood, and it had scared Tipper pretty badly. The captain's wife had taken Tipper to a clinic to get checked. The doctor thought that she had been pregnant, but wasn't anymore. The captain's wife got Tipper a prescription for birth control pills, and Tipper had been taking them daily ever since.

When I returned, the captain suggested that I come to dinner that evening for steak, and that I could see Tipper then. He gave me their address, but then suggested that I come back to his office and he would take me to their house. I was at the captain's office at 1700 hours, and we went to his house for the evening.

Tipper rushed to me when I came in the door. She was very surprised to see me, she hugged and kissed me, and the captain's children were squealing in delight next to her as she kissed me deeply. I guess they liked the fact that Tipper had a boyfriend. Tipper asked me if I had heard, and I told her, "Yes." Then I handed her a single red rose I had picked up at the BX. It brought a huge smile to her face.

It was difficult to talk with Tipper because she had a small herd of munchkins following her everywhere. It was obvious that the children had already fallen in love with her.

I sat on the back patio with the captain and talked about general things for a while. He didn't know exactly what I did in my job. In fact, the captain only knew that part that concerned him and what was on my orders. Even that had him worried for my safety, though, because it pointed toward much more dangerous parts of my job, and he was sure that my job was in Laos. Although he wasn't cleared to know everything about what I did, the captain was a very smart man, and he had figured quite a bit of it out. Of course, I wasn't the only Air Force Scout that he had responsibility for when they transited through Clark, so he had pieced together the puzzle.

Tipper sat by my side playing with the children and listening to our conversation. I think she sensed the captain's worry as he spoke with me, and so she was worried about me too. Tipper was very sensitive to things happening around her, and picked up on emotions very quickly. The captain had been cooking the steaks on the grill as we talked, and after one last flip, he declared them fit to eat. He piled them all on a platter, and took them to the dining room table.

Tipper sat the children in their seats and led them through the blessing. I was impressed. Tipper was going to be a wonderful mother someday, and I was somewhat sad that her pregnancy had terminated. On the other hand, it meant that I would continue doing what I did in Laos, in which I saw great value. The conversation over dinner was relaxed and casual. The captain's wife was very complimentary of Tipper, and how she was with the children, to which Tipper blushed.

After dinner, we continued the conversation in the living room. The children were getting sleepy, so Tipper brought them to their parents for hugs and kisses and then took them off to bed. While she was gone, the captain's wife leaned toward me and said, "Tipper is completely, head-over-heels in love with you. You should think very carefully about how you treat her. I have never seen such a special young woman in my life, and she deserves the very best from you.

The captain turned to his wife and laughed, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you are trying to get rid of Tipper."

"No," his wife replied, "But in the end I want only the best for her. Take your time, Pete, and decide what you want for Tipper. She is worth it."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied. "I have been thinking about this more than I should have during the last few weeks. Hopefully, I can figure it out in the next few months."

"Be sure that you do," she said. "In the meantime, I am giving Tipper the next three days and nights off, so she can be with you. I will expect her to be returned in as good of condition as I gave her to you."

"Thank you," I replied. "I will take good care of her."

The captain added, "You won't have any duties on-base for the next three days, so you can focus on Tipper. We have already come to love her, so be good to her."

"Thank you, Sir," I replied, a big smile spreading across my face. "I will bring her back in three days."

Just then, Tipper came back into the living room. She told the captain's wife that the children had brushed their teeth and were asleep. Then, the captain's wife told her of our arrangement for the next three days. "Now, go get some clothes to take with you."

Tipper ran out of the room to go get packed. The captain commented, "You would think that she is excited." We all laughed.

When Tipper returned, she had changed her clothes, and she also had a big smile on her face. The captain drove us to my hotel, so we wouldn't have to walk at all. We went straight to my room. "Oh, Pete," she started. "I was so happy when I realized that I was pregnant with your baby and so sad when I lost it."

"I had the same reactions when the captain told me what had happened," I told her. "It made me realize how much I value having you in my life. I hope that you will realize why I haven't already asked you to marry me. It has nothing to do with my love for you, but everything to do with my job."

"My job is classified," I explained, "So I can't tell you much, but you need to know that what I do is very important to the US Air Force. If I marry you, I will have to give up my job because there is no way that I can keep thinking about you and still stay alive. I almost got killed on this last mission because I was missing you."

Her eyes got wide. "You were almost killed?"

Yes," I replied. I made a mistake, and the enemy got very close to me. If they had gotten any closer, I would have been in danger of being captured, and I can't ever let that happen. I would have shot myself."

"Please, Pete," she cried. "That scares me."

"I'm sorry, Tipper," I said. "But when I tell you that the stakes are high for me, you need to know why. I will try to shut off my life with you when I am over there in the future, but I'm not sure how it will work."

"You worried me, Pete," she said. "I thought you were telling me goodbye."

"Nothing could be further from the truth, Sweetheart," I replied. "I am telling you that I may have to make some big decisions in the future, but any decision I will make will keep you at the top of my priorities."

Tipper smiled and leaned in for a long, passionate kiss. "I love you, Pete. I will always love you. When you think the time is right, I know that you will marry me. Until then, I will wait patiently. Now, take me to bed and make love to me."

"How can I refuse an offer like that," I replied.

I unzipped her dress and let it slide down her body. When it puddled at her feet, I scooped it up and hung it over the chair in case she needed to wear it again. Then, I pulled off my shirt and pants. We were left standing in our underwear, but that didn't last long. I unhooked her bra and pulled it off.

Then, I pulled her panties down her legs. As she stepped out of them, I removed my boxers. I leaned in to kiss her and pushed her down on the bed at the same time. She spread her legs and begged, "Put it into me, Pete. I am ready now and I want you filling me."

I guided my cock to her vaginal entrance, and it slid into her already lubricated waiting pussy. When I hit bottom, I gave an extra thrust to seat my cockhead to her cervix. Then, I started a steady rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, slowly increasing in speed and depth, until we were both clutching at each other in order to stay together as long as possible.

I felt my seed rising and I pressed firmly against her cervix before pumping her womb full of my sperm. I knew that she was now on the pill, but in my heart, I was still impregnating her with every blast. She was shaking in delight as her body joined mine in orgasm.

"I have needed that, Pete," she said. "Oh my God, how I have needed that. Let's do it again." She started to giggle.

We only had three days and nights together, and we didn't want to waste any of it. We made love several times that first night. Luckily, I remembered to turn off my alarm, or we would have been rudely awakened the next morning. We rose late the next morning, and went for a late breakfast/early lunch. Then, it was back to the room and more making love.

"I wish that I wasn't on birth control right now," she said. "I want to feel your baby inside of my tummy."

"I want the same thing," I replied.

Her eyes got wide, and she asked if I wanted her to stop taking the pill. "I know it is what we both want, but there are two things we should think about." I said. "First, we only have three days, so you won't get pregnant while I am here. Second, your body needs a break. I don't want miscarriages to become the norm for you."

Her face sank, "You are right, of course, but I would still like to try. I want your baby so bad."

"OK then," I replied. "Don't take the pill while you are with me, but then start again after our visit is over."

Tipper squealed with joy. In her mind, I had given her permission to get pregnant. I doubted seriously it would happen given the short time we had, but if it did, then we would take a different path. She quickly stripped her clothes off and jumped on the bed. "How do you want to do it?" she asked.

She was on her hands and knees on the bed, so I said, "Doggie-style would be fine." I deliberately took my time getting undressed, but Tipper caught on and quickly stripped off my clothes. Then she backed up against me with her knees on the edge of the bed and pushed her pussy onto my cock, impaling herself in the process.

"Now, do your job and give me a baby," she said.

"I will try," I said and started thrusting into Tipper's pussy with force. It felt just as good as I remembered, and I set up a good rhythm, churning her insides as I went. My cock was thrusting hard into her, pressing against her cervix with every stroke. Her cervix, the guardian of her womb, was opening to me, letting the head of my cock seat fully.

I thrust repeatedly into her depths, every thrust met by her rocking hips, until my seed came spilling out into her womb. Tipper's pussy was working overtime to draw my seed deep toward her egg. Of course, that depended on there being an egg there to find.

We spent the next three days making Tipper's dream come alive, even though neither of us thought it would ever actually happen. Those three days were a fun time for both of us, but they finally came to an end. Tipper had to go back to the captain's children, and I had to go back to the US. It would be two months before I returned to Clark. In the meantime, we kept in contact through letters, though I will freely admit that she wrote more than I did.

Since I had made E-5, I was now in the NCO Barracks on my home base. The window in my room overlooked the ocean, although I seldom looked out of it. I was seldom in my room. My daily routines back at my home base included everything I did at Clark, plus long hikes into the back country around the base. Those hikes were done mostly at night, since nighttime was the only time I could move when in Laos. It didn't make much sense to be walking during the day as practice.

I was thinking more and more about Tipper, wondering if I should ask her to marry me, but I finally decided against it for the time being. Some might criticize me for that decision, but the captain at Clark agreed with my decision 100%. If I survived the war, then there would be time for marriage and children, but until then, there just wasn't any way I could manage it psychologically and emotionally.

When I got back to Clark, I told Tipper of my decision. She was not happy. I wanted to tell her more, but living in a classified world was like walking on a tightrope. If you moved too far in any direction, you fell off. Therefore, she had to accept what I told her or not. She did, but reluctantly.

I knew that Tipper had likely dropped her birth control pills, so I would probably get her pregnant while I was at Clark, but that hadn't worked out well for her. She had just finished her period, so she was in her safe time while I was there. That frustrated her even more. Tipper knew that it was likely that by the time I returned to Clark again, her fertile time would have already passed.

The captain gave her a few days off again to spend with me, but it was not a happy time for Tipper. All of her plans had come crashing down around her ears. We made love often, but her heart wasn't in it. Therefore, it wasn't as good for either of us.

As I headed out for Thailand and then Laos, I had a lot to think about. I was second-guessing my decisions, but I kept coming back to the same conclusions. Marriage had to wait. I made it through my mission with barely a hiccup. Well, I had a twelve-foot king cobra curl up next to me (trying to get warm) while I was in a hide. It finally left and I didn't get bitten (even though it had reared up and faced me before it left), so all's well that ends well. I think I lost a lot of sweat while the cobra was there.

When I arrived back at Clark, I had startling news. Tipper didn't want to see me anymore. She didn't even want to talk to me. She had decided that she simply couldn't live with the uncertainty and anxiety that my job brought her. So, she just cut our relationship off cold. The captain and his wife respected her wishes. Therefore, there was nothing more I could do. Nothing more was ever said to me about Tipper, so I have no idea what eventually happened to her. I was in a funk for a long time, second guessing my decisions, but I always came to the same conclusions. I had done the right thing. I hope that Tipper lived a happy life and that her decisions turned out to be right for her.

Chapter 23 -- Faye

Faye was a beautiful woman by anyone's standards, the kind of woman that you see in beauty pageants. So, I was surprised when I saw her out on Fields Avenue with a small suitcase. I hesitated, but then decided to approach her as I would any other girl in her circumstances (with a "lost girl" look).

I walked up to her and introduced myself, "Hi. I'm Pete. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

She turned to look at me, and I suppose that she liked what she saw. Anyway, she eventually replied, "I'm not sure where to begin. My name is Faye."

I asked her if she had eaten, and the response was, "Not in a few days," so I took her for some dinner at a small café. While eating, Faye poured out her life story for me. This gorgeous creature had started out the same way as many girls I had met on Fields Avenue. She had grown up poor, had graduated from high school, and was now expected to contribute to the family's finances.

She thought she had a good offer here in Angeles City as a model, so she pooled all of her money to come get the job. When she arrived, she found one of the top strip bars on Fields Avenue. Instead of fashion modeling as she had been promised, she found out they wanted her to dance naked for customers and also have sex with them for money. In fact, the owner had even asked her to go into the back with him for a test ride.

Faye told the bar owner that she wasn't raised to be that kind of girl, and fled out of the bar. She had been wandering the street for several hours when I found her. She was worried because she had counted on the job and had no way home and no place to stay. I told Faye that I had a nice room with a big bed. She could stay with me for several days until she figured something else out.

She thought that was too much burden to place on me (no doubt worried about sleeping with a man too), and politely turned me down. I asked her what other alternatives she had. Faye thought about that for a minute, and the answer was just as I expected, "None," she replied. I told her that, if at any time, she wanted to leave my room, she was free to do so. With no other possible alternatives other than sleeping on the sidewalk, that convinced her that my offer was her best option.

After Faye wolfed down two soups and two sandwiches, I took her bag and we walked to my room. As other girls before her, she was impressed that I had such a nice room. "I could get lost in here," she said. She went over and lay down on the bed while I put her bag on the desk and went into the bathroom.

As I often did when I took girls to my room, I had picked up orange juice and ice on our way to the room. To her drink, I added a shot of Everclear, which has absolutely no taste, but is fairly potent. She either never noticed anything wrong, or just liked the taste, because she drank it quickly. I kept her glass refilled as she drained it. After four or five drinks, Faye was feeling very relaxed.

As I took her glass to set it on the night stand, I leaned over to kiss her on the lips. "What was that for?" she asked.

I replied, "I saw a beautiful girl on my bed and I wanted to kiss her. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"No," she said. "I have just never been kissed before."

"Really? May I kiss you again?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

With that, I leaned in and gave her a soft but romantic kiss. My tongue attempted entry into her mouth, but I was left sucking on her bottom lip instead. When I started another kiss, her mouth opened for me and my tongue was able to find hers. This was obviously very new to her, and she didn't know how to react. I almost lost my tongue to her teeth.

I continued kissing her, sucking her tongue into my mouth and using my tongue to explore her mouth. She was finally opening up to me, and she was enjoying my kisses. Faye started unbuttoning my shirt without even being asked. This surprised me and I asked, "What are you doing?"

Faye replied, "I thought you would want this. From the movies, I thought this was how it was supposed to go."

"It is very nice. I just wasn't expecting it," I said. "Thank you for thinking of me."

I once again kissed her deeply, this time letting my hands wander around her body. At first, Faye reacted defensively every time a hand got close to a breast or her pussy, but then she relaxed, and let her hands fall to her sides. I imagine that it was the Everclear that was relaxing her.

I kissed my way down her neck to the top button of her blouse. My tongue quickly unfastened it and moved to the next button. I don't even think she knew what I was doing until her blouse was fully open and I was kissing her upper breasts above her bra.

I pulled her toward me, slipped her blouse off her shoulders, and unhooked her bra very quickly. Then, after pulling her bra away, I lay her back down and started suckling her breasts. This brought her back to reality and she asked, "Should we be doing this?"

I replied, "It is fine. You can stop me anytime you want. If I hurt you, then just let me know." That seemed to calm her, and she once again relaxed as I suckled her nipples. She had a perfect body for modeling from my perspective. Her breasts were about a C-cup and perky. Her nipples were about the size of pencil erasers and stood out from peso-sized areolas. All of this was dark brown on caramel-colored skin. Like I said, perfect.

As I suckled her nipples, her arms came up to cradle my head and draw me closer to her breasts. This was a good indication that a girl was enjoying my actions, and I continued on as I had. My hands found the zipper on the side of her skirt, and I slipped her skirt, along with her panties, down her legs without protest. When they reached her feet, she kicked them off.

My shirt was already off, and as I slid down to suck her clit, I wiggled out of my pants and boxers. I doubt that she ever noticed either her skirt and panties being removed or my pants and boxers coming off because she was consumed by the sensations my tongue and lips were giving to first her breasts and then to her pussy. After I started working her clitoris in earnest, her legs alternated between squeezing my head and spreading widely as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm starting to wash over her. Any and all thoughts of wanting me to stop had long since left her head, and all she wanted was more of what she was feeling.

I continued ravishing her clit and labia as my fingers explored her vaginal entrance. Faye gasped as one of my fingers slipped into the hole at the center of her hymen. A little bit of "come here" action with my finger on the front of her vagina, and her hips were rocking steadily against my tongue and my finger.

Waves of pleasure washed over her as a strong orgasm crashed over her. I quickly slid up over her body, coated my cock in her natural lubrication, and pressed it into her vaginal entrance. Her hymen gave way immediately, and my cock slid deep into her vagina. Faye's eyes opened, but then closed again as her continuing climax caused another wave of pleasure to sweep over her.

I held still until she started really rocking her hips against me. I'm not sure if she had already figured out that my cock was deep inside of her vagina, but her motions soon emphasized the fact. I started thrusting and withdrawing as she rocked her hips toward me, and I was lengthening my strokes to match her growing enthusiasm.

Faye finally came down from her climax and whispered, "I guess it is too late to say stop, isn't it?"

I nodded agreement and said, "This is too much fun to stop anyway, don't you think?"

"Yes," she replied and closed her eyes again. It seemed like hours passed as I thrust into her pussy, each stroke getting my cock a little bit deeper into her body. Her legs were wrapped around my body pulling me even deeper into her pussy. Her hips were rocking to meet every one of my thrusts, actively pulling my cock in tight against her cervix.

After an eternity, when time seemed to stop, I finally felt my seed rising in my balls. I sped up for my final run, and this caused Faye to fall off the edge into another strong orgasm. I pressed my cock as firmly as possible into her cervix as my balls unloaded their sperm in spurt after spurt through my cock, my seed jetting straight through her cervix and deep into her womb and beyond.

Faye was shaking with pleasure as the waves of another huge orgasm overtook her. Her vaginal muscles were milking my cock, squeezing and releasing as each wave of pleasure swept over her. She kept repeating, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God" as she continued to orgasm under me.

When our orgasms finally ended, Faye was laying there, looking at me with eyes of love. I leaned down to kiss her, and she welcomed me to her lips. Her kiss was now filled with passion and fire. I rolled to the side and Faye followed, keeping us connected. She didn't want my cock to fall out, as if she had taken ownership of it.

There was only a small spot of blood on the towel where she had been lying on the bed, indicating to me that Faye hadn't suffered much pain with my initial entry. She confirmed this, saying that she hadn't really experienced any pain, but rather just felt a rush as my cock had filled her.

Faye was looking at me now with a wife's eyes. In her mind, we were married the instant that my cock had entered her vagina. She had no plans for ever letting me go. I had been through this with other Filipinas, so I decided to just let things play out. Things always seemed to resolve themselves over time.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and it was a few hours later when we awoke in the same position. My cock had long since slid out of her pussy, but it was now standing tall and hard on top of my abdomen. It was the first thing Faye noticed. "Is it always this hard?" she asked. "How do you walk?"

I laughed, "No. It isn't always that hard, but the look and feel of you against my body does that to me." That brought a smile to her face. She asked if I would like to do it again, so I wouldn't be so hard. I replied, "Sure."

I rolled her onto her back and she automatically spread her legs to accommodate me between them. I reached down and slid my cock around on her vulva until it was wet, and then I lined the tip of my cock up with her vaginal opening and slowly pressed it into her.

Faye reacted to my cock entering her by throwing her legs apart even further and pulling me into her with her arms. "This is what I want. I was born to be with you, to have you inside of me, to have your babies," she said. "I love you." You have to understand Filipinas to understand where this came from. Suffice it to say that, for a lot of Filipinas, love is like water trapped by a sticky valve. Once the valve is opened, the love comes flowing out and can't easily be turned off.

Her pelvis rocked against my thrusts, trying to bring my cock even deeper into her pussy with each stroke. I don't think I will ever get tired of that feeling. It was as if I was transported to paradise without the pain of dying. The feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy was definitely heaven. The only sensation that was better was when I finally reached climax and I was shooting spurts of hot sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb. That was a pleasure so brilliant that it was blinding.

Of course, with such a beautiful woman enthusiastically fucking me, it didn't take long before I had reached the end of my journey and was, indeed, once again filling her womb with my seed. My cockhead was pressed tightly against her cervix, pumping spurt after spurt of my sperm deep into her womb.

"Yes," she hissed. "I love that feeling. They don't tell you how good it feels when they warn you against having sex." She was kissing me as I rolled to the side once again. I'm not sure what happened after that because I fell asleep lying on top of Faye's beautiful body. I know that we woke up and had sex twice more before my alarm went off the following morning. I'm sure that every part of her was filled with my sperm before the night was over.

She looked like she had been ridden hard and put away wet when I woke up to the alarm clock. "What is that?" she asked.

"It's my alarm," I replied. "I have to go to the base for my daily routine. It will be like this every morning that you are with me until I fly out at the end of the week."

"Where are you flying to?" she asked.

"Thailand," I replied. There was no need to go into detail with her. I told her that every morning I would go to the base to fulfill my daily duties, and then I would return to the hotel room at about two in the afternoon. If she was still here, then we would continue our relationship, but if she was gone, I would understand that, as well.

Next, I told her that she needed to use her mornings to find a job, any job, that would allow her to live and take care of her own needs. I couldn't get her a job as a domestic helper and that wasn't what she wanted anyway.

I told her that with her beauty and her great body, she wouldn't have any problem getting a job as a dancer at any of the bars, but that the owner of the strip club had been truthful with her. To make any real money, she would have to have sex with the customers. I said that she needed to not take the first job offer she was given, but that she should shop around for the best offer before accepting one.

This shocked her. I explained to her that sex was a tool she could use to get ahead. If she was wise, she could save enough money to start a business where she could live comfortably for the rest of her life, but with anything you gain in life, there are also sacrifices.

"Is that what you want for me, Pete?" she asked.

"It isn't what I want, but what you want, that matters," I said. "Don't base your dreams on what others want, or you will never achieve your dreams."

"You are welcome to stay with me this week, but I am flying out in several days." I said. "After that, you need to have a job. You may find a job that doesn't involve dancing, but they are rare and hard to come by. Your best bet is to find a dancing job that gives you freedom and options."

Faye had a huge reality check, and she now understood what she would need to do to survive in this world by herself. She had sold herself on a dream that I was going to marry her, but that wasn't going to happen. I gave her money for breakfast and lunch and an extra key to my room. I hoped that she would stay with me while I was at Clark, but I would understand if she left after she found something else.

I had her shower with me, so both of us would be clean for the day, and then I kissed her and headed for the base. When I returned that afternoon, Faye was in my room waiting on my bed for me. She had looked all morning for a job, but hadn't yet approached the bars and strip clubs for work. She was still hoping to find something in the fashion industry. I told her not to wait too long before she started talking to those bar and club owners, or she would limit her opportunities.

She said she would look the next day. I asked if she would like to shower with me again, and she agreed. We both stripped off our clothes and got into the shower. This was my fourth shower of the day, but I thought I would use it to introduce her to some new forms of play.

I soaped her body thoroughly, and then I spent extra time at her breasts and pussy. I told her that any man worth his salt would think of her pleasure before his own, but that many men wouldn't do that. Pretty soon, I had her body buzzing with excitement. My fingers were inside her pussy, and I got down on my knees in front of her to suck her clitoris at the same time. Once she was climaxing, I swung her around so that she was leaning into the wall and supporting herself with her hands against the wall. I slid in behind her and let my cock penetrate her pussy while she was still climaxing.

When her orgasm started to wane, I used my finger on her clitoris to wind her back up again as I fucked her. Her orgasm came back to full strength again, and I let my cock slip out of her pussy. When she pushed back against me to regain my cock, I aimed it at her starfish and penetrated her there. She started to back away, but I held her as I pressed my cock into her. Everything was wet and slippery, so my cock slid in smoothly until it was deep inside of her anus.

I asked her if it hurt, and she said it didn't but had just surprised her. I told her that many men would want anal sex with her, so now she knew that she could provide it without any pain to herself. This ability would make her a lot of money. She nodded that she understood as I continued to fuck her ass hard.

When I thought she had learned enough to please men with her butt, I let my cock slip back out of her. I quickly washed my cock, and then I turned her to face me. I raised her up, so her pussy was just above my cock, and then I slowly penetrated her vagina with the full length of my cock. She almost squealed as my cock found her cervix again. "This is what I want," she sighed. "Push it deeper into me and give me your baby."

Hey, why would a man not want to fulfill that request? My cock was thrusting and withdrawing as fast as I could make it go until streams of my sperm shot through her cervix and deep into her womb. She once again clung to me, not wanting my cock to slip out of her, but there was no way I could maintain that position for very long.

We cleaned and dried each other and then got on the bed for another nap. Over the last three years, this had been my life. I never got a full night's sleep, but I napped on and off to keep my rest level high enough to function. That was my routine whether I was in a hotel with a girl, out in the mountains of Laos or at my home base. It was always the same. I could never afford to sleep for long periods because that could lead to capture if I was in enemy territory.

I lay down on the bed, and Faye started to massage my body. I fell asleep while she was rubbing me, but I woke again when she started rubbing my cock. I rolled onto my back, and Faye straddled me at the waist. She quickly lined her vaginal entrance up with my hard cock and mounted me.

It felt so good having her pussy slide over my cock. I could see part of her vaginal wall follow my cock out every time she retreated, only to quickly be buried inside as my cock thrust back into her. Faye was so beautiful as she fucked up and down on my cock. The look on her face was one of amazement, of perfect ecstasy, of paradise.

When she started to orgasm, I couldn't hold out any longer. Soon, my sperm was being pumped into her depths. Her pussy was gripping my cock as it delivered its load through her cervix and deep into her womb. Shot after shot of my sperm was pumped out until I had nothing left to give.

This time, both of us fell asleep. Faye was lying on my chest, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. When we woke, it was time to eat dinner and then back to the room. This routine went on for several days until I received notice that I was flying out the next day. I told Faye that I would be leaving the next morning.

I hoped that she would have a job, and she surprised me by telling me that she had accepted a job offer that morning. She had finally realized that there were no fashion jobs in Angeles City and had taken a job as a dancer in one of the better clubs on Fields Avenue. She took my advice and took a job that offered her more freedom and less hours than other clubs had offered.

We celebrated that evening with a nice dinner. She told me that her dream still involved me, but I told her that she needed to find her own way. I hoped that she would do well and save lots of money for her future. I advised that she should open a bank account and save half of everything she made each week as a way of building up a fund to give her a good future. She promised that she would, but most Filipinas tend to be more oriented toward enjoying the present than saving for a future, so who knows how that worked out.

We went back to the room and had a full night of sex. Every coupling ended with her womb being filled by my sperm. We showered one last time in the morning, and then we were both on our ways, me to Laos and Faye to a new life as a dancer.

Chapter 24 -- Getting Out Alive

That was my last mission to Laos. I was thankful that I had somehow survived, and I knew that I had been extremely lucky. When I left the Air Force, there was only one other surviving Scout who was still active. Two other Scouts had left the detachment long before that, but I never knew why. (if they had seen things like I did, maybe it was for psychological reasons). I felt that I had already used up twelve of my nine lives, and it was time to get out. I had seen too much death, and I was still plagued with horrible nightmares. Of course, nobody knew anything about PTSD in those days, and I couldn't have talked to anybody about my experiences anyway, even if they had known what PTSD was. It was all classified.

Shortly after I was discharged, the Air Force Scout program was discontinued. Later, in 1985, when the president ordered the records of the "secret war" in Laos and Cambodia to be declassified, The CIA and the Air Force found it easier to just destroy most of the records that still existed about the war on the ground because there were so few survivors. FOIA requests after 1985 about the Air Force Scouts and our time along the Ho Chi Minh Trail all came up empty... no such records existed.

I was discharged from the Air Force a month early because I had been accepted to a university starting right after New Year 1972. By the time I received my acceptance letter, though, almost all of the flights back to the US from my home base had been filled for Operation Santa Claus. There was one seat available the day before Thanksgiving, which was only two days away when I took my acceptance letter into Personnel. I took the seat. I had used my "off" time to take college classes while in the Air Force, so I had acquired over thirty university semester credit hours when I got out of the Air Force. I had applied to several universities, and chose the one that best fulfilled my desires... BYU. It sounds funny, but BYU, a Mormon university, accepted students from other religions at the time, and I (a seldom-practicing Catholic) got accepted.

Fate sometimes gets in the way, though. Even though I was planning to go to BYU for its engineering programs, as soon as the Air Force learned of my imminent discharge, my father received orders to Southeast Asia flying AC-119 gunships. I was very familiar with these planes, since they flew along the Ho Chi Minh Trail at night.

Probably the only reason my father hadn't been sent to the war zone previously was that I had been in the theatre of operations on the ground, and the sole-surviving-son law would not allow the Air Force to assign my father to the same theatre of operations while I was there. As soon as I was no longer going into Laos, that prohibition disappeared, and my father got orders (within days). That has always pissed me off.

Because of my dad's assignment, I decided to stay with my family while he was in Southeast Asia and go to a local community college in California for a year. I arrived home the day after Thanksgiving Day. My father had always wondered what I did in the Air Force. I had been promoted to Staff Sergeant (E-5) in only 34 1/2 months (which was unheard of), and my father knew that wasn't possible without being in combat. However, because my job was classified, I could never tell my father what I did.

Even after my father read through my DD 214, he still had no clue how I had been promoted so quickly, but I'm sure he still wondered. None of my training or assignments related to the Air Force Scouts had been documented in my DD 214 except those from my bypass test, my original assignment in Base Supply and the home bases where I had been assigned. TDY's to Southeast Asia and training connected to being an Air Force Scout were omitted from my records.

So, because I had earned a year's worth of college credits while in the Air Force, I started my Sophomore year at the local community college in January 1972. I had contacted BYU to explain my circumstances and to make sure that my acceptance there would still be valid the next year. It was.

Chapter 25 -- Shirley

It was the first week in January of 1972, and I was getting to know the small-town community college where I was enrolled. I had been discharged from the Air Force in November expecting to attend BYU in January, but when my dad got orders to Southeast Asia, I opted for a year at Solano Community College in Rockville, California. That way, I was able to stay close to my family while my dad was overseas. I couldn't get any real engineering classes there, but they had plenty of good math and science classes, and I could complete most, if not all, of my general education requirements. Solano CC was jokingly referred to as UC Rockville by some of the students.

I found the classes interesting, and I really enjoyed the small class sizes and fairly small school. I also had some really good teachers. My days were filled with chemistry, physics, calculus, and sundry other classes, but I found these classes much easier than I had in high school. It was amazing how almost four years of trying to survive difficult situations could change a person's perspective. Things that had previously seemed difficult to me suddenly seemed easy after my time in the Air Force.

Because my instructors explained things so well, I was able to easily grasp concepts and finish my assignments quickly. That left me with plenty of free time. One thing that immediately caught my attention was the large number of cute single girls on campus. Most of the other students were straight out of high school, so at 22, I was three to four years older than most of the girls and boys at the school. That gave me an advantage. My teachers took me more seriously, and other students saw me as a resource.

I had no problem getting dates, and since I had spent so much time in the Philippines and Thailand, I had experience in how to attract and treat girls. It didn't hurt that I had the GI Bill, so I had an steady income while in school in addition to a good sum of money I had saved while in the Air Force, and I had my own car, something I never had in high school.

As often as not, it was the girl who approached me and flirted. Some even suggested get-togethers. For the most part, they suggested hanging out at their homes or walks in the local parks or other activities that didn't cost anything. That made my money go even further. If I took a girl out, it was usually to a movie or to catch a quick bite at a local burger hangout.

For instance, I was sitting in a break area eating my lunch when Shirley approached me and introduced herself. "Hi," she said. "My name is Shirley. Would you mind if I sit with you?"

Motioning to the seat across from me, I replied, "Be my guest. My name is Pete."

"Hi Pete," she said. "You're older than most of the students here. I've noticed you around campus."

I laughed. "I spent four years in the Air Force and just recently got out to go to school. So, are you attracted to older guys?"

Shirley blushed and looked down. "Maybe," she replied.

'Well, that was smooth,' I thought to myself. 'First contact with this girl and I've already embarrassed her.' I then asked, "What are you studying here at the community college?"

Happy to change the subject, she told me that her high school grades weren't good enough to get her into a big university, so she came to the community college to maybe get good enough grades to transfer to a bigger school later on.

"OK," I replied. "I'm doing something similar, going here for a year before transferring to a university. The only difference is that I've already been accepted at a university."

She was confused. "If you've already been accepted to a university, then why are you here?"

"It's simple," I explained, and then I told her about staying with my family while my dad went overseas flying combat aircraft for a year.

"Wow, that is so cool that you would do that," she said. "Most boys that I know would never do that. Won't it put you behind at the university though?"

"A little," I answered. "But I couldn't live with myself if I was in another state away from my family in case anything happened to my dad and they needed me here."

Shirley looked at me the whole time we were talking. I was surprised that either of us had time to eat lunch. She asked if I ate there every day, and I replied that I usually did. "OK," she said as she got up. "Maybe we can eat together and talk some more."

"You are a cute girl," I answered. "I would always be willing to share lunch with you." This brought another blush, but it also brought a big smile.

The next day, Shirley once again joined me for lunch. The conversation turned to me and my story. I told her I had been an Air Force Brat and how I had gone into the Air Force after high school. Of course, I couldn't tell her what my job was in the Air Force (it was still classified), so I just told her that I had been in supply. Obviously, it wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either. I had been in supply for a few months.

I decided that was my best bet when explaining my time in the military. It didn't bring out the "baby killer" comments if people I was talking with turned out to be against the war (and a lot were). Managing parts for airplanes wasn't seen as threatening to most people. If I was asked if I had been to Vietnam, I could honestly answer that I hadn't, since I had never actually set foot in South Vietnam. I had been in North Vietnam for a couple of nights while scouting the area around the Mu Gia Pass (on the border with Laos).

The third day, Shirley mentioned that she was in my environmental chemistry class. She asked if I understood it, and I told her that I did. She then asked me if I could help her to understand it. I asked, "When?"

She replied, "As soon as possible. I am totally lost in the class. Are you doing anything after school today? Maybe we could go to my house."

"OK," I said. "Do you have a ride home?"

"I usually ride with a friend," she replied. "But I have to wait for her because she has a late class."

"If you want, I will give you a ride in my car right after our chemistry class." I offered. "It's nothing fancy, but it will get us there."

She agreed and went across the room to tell her friend that she wouldn't need a ride that afternoon. After class, we walked out to my old VW bug, and I opened the passenger-side door for her. She obviously liked that and said, "Wow, a gentleman too?"

She directed me to her house in Fairfield. It was just a regular house in a subdivision... nothing special. She led me into the house, and I followed her back to her bedroom. She had a desk next to her bed, so we went through the last few chemistry lessons at the desk, and I explained each point to her. We had been at it for a couple of hours before she started feeling comfortable with the chemistry lessons. "I know I will need more help with this," she said. "I'm just not very good with science."

"I just figured it out myself," I replied. "I did terrible in chemistry in high school, and I was worried about this class, but something in the way that the teacher explains things just clicks with me."

"I owe you," she said. "I'm not sure I could pass this course without help." Then, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Not one to let an opportunity pass me by, I leaned in and kissed her back, opening my mouth to let our tongues find each other and pulling her into me with my arms.

At first, Shirley was taken back by the move, but then she started to enjoy the kiss. She moved to sit on the bed and pulled me to her. I went willingly, and soon we were laying on the bed together and kissing deeply. 'Wow," she mumbled when she broke for air. "You are a good kisser."

"Thank you," I replied. "You're a pretty good kisser yourself."

"You're just saying that," she said. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

Well," I replied. "For a beginner, you are pretty good." With that, she smiled and leaned in for another kiss, which I met with enthusiasm. My hand drifted to her breast, and she moaned into my mouth. I wasn't sure how far Shirley had gone with boys, so I didn't want to push her too far too fast. At the same time, I wanted to push the envelope enough to determine the boundaries. She wasn't wearing a bra under her sweater, so when I slipped my hand under her sweater, it closed on a bare breast. She shivered, but made no move to stop me as she continued to kiss me passionately with her arms wrapped around my neck.

I didn't want to get interrupted by angry parents, so I asked when her folks would get home. She explained that she only lived with her mother who worked two jobs. Therefore, it would be several hours before her mom got home. I asked her if she would like to continue this, and she once again smiled and leaned back in for another kiss. I took that as consent. My hand was already on her breast, so it was a simple matter to push her sweater up above her breasts for easier access.

I pulled on her arm, and she took the hint to slide both arms out of the sleeves of the sweater. We were still kissing, but I broke the kiss long enough to slide her sweater over her head and off. Then, I kissed down her neck to her breasts. Shirley gasped as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. "Oh my God," she cried, "That feels so good."

She pulled my head into her breasts, wrapping her fingers into my hair, and I continued to suckle both nipples, trading back and forth to give each equal time and attention. I made short side trips to nibble her earlobes and the tender white flesh of her lower breasts. She was squirming under me as I continuously fondled her body.

When I tried to unfasten her pants, however, Shirley blocked my hands. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "I'm not sure that I'm ready for that yet."

I looked at her and replied, "There are other things we can do besides having sex, but these pants would still need to come off."

"Can I keep my panties on?" she asked. There was that, "my panties are my shield" defense I had encountered so often with Filipinas. I knew how to deal with it.

"OK," I replied. "If that is what you want." I knew that it would only be a matter of time before we were slipping her panties off of her feet.

She nodded her head to give her assent, and I unbuttoned, unzipped and removed her pants from her legs. I hated jeans on girls. They were too hard to remove. I then kissed my way down to her belly button and teased it with my tongue. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "But it feels weird."

"It will feel better and better," I said. "I promise." My tongue was traveling around her navel and down over her panties, and with every nudge and lick, she was getting hotter and hotter under me. My fingers were dancing around her crotch, pressing her vulva through her panties. Eventually, my finger slipped under the leg opening of her panties to rub her vulva directly. When I pulled her panties to the side a bit, and my tongue slipped into her vulva to lick her labia and clitoris, she almost came unglued.

"Oh my God, Pete," she shrieked. "What are you doing to me?"

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Oh my God, yes," she replied. "I love it. Keep doing it." I complied and started sucking and licking her clitoris along with her labia and vaginal entrance. In the process, I adjusted my position so that her panties were under my chin and that caused her panties to slowly slide down her legs until they were below her knees. I don't think she even noticed them slipping down her legs, but when they restricted her movement too much, Shirley kicked them off and wrapped her legs around my head. Even then, I don't think she had realized that her panties were gone.

I continued to suck her clit and labia for several minutes as I explored her vaginal entrance with my fingers. At first, I wasn't able to get even one finger into her vaginal entrance, but I was patient and not too aggressive, and as I continued to work on her hymen, I was eventually able to slowly slide a finger all the way into her vagina. Then, I backed out and tried with two fingers. I was only able to get them in to the first knuckle before she whimpered in discomfort. I kept my fingers there and continued to stroke the top of her vagina with my fingers until the discomfort seemed to disappear. I was eventually able to get two fingers quite deep in her vagina. This finger play confirmed that Shirley was a virgin, but also that it should be possible to get my cock through her hymen without too much pain.

Shirley was moaning and her hips were bucking under me as I continued to stimulate her. By then, natural lubrication was pouring out of her vaginal entrance. She was starting to become incoherent when she totally lost it and her hips started spasming as she climaxed. I slowed down my finger movements, but pushed my two fingers even further into her vagina as she climaxed. By the time she came down, her vagina had been widened enough to allow both of my fingers all the way inside. Her hymen had stretched enough to likely let her be penetrated without ever tearing.

I allowed her to recover a bit, and she rolled over on top of me. Her breasts were in my face, and she fed each of them to me. "Thank you for that," she said. "I'm still not ready to have sex, but I would be willing to use either my hand or mouth to get you off."

That was a bit disappointing, but I unfastened my belt and pants and pushed everything down and off my legs and feet. Her eyes got really wide when she saw my cock. "Wow, that is big," she said.

"Have you seen one before?" I asked.

"Only once," she replied. "My senior prom date wanted me to give him a hand job, so I did, but he was a lot smaller than you."

"Well," I said. "Do what you can. I'm sure you will make me happy." With that, she lowered her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. After a few minutes, I asked her if she would like to try the 69 position. She smiled and reversed herself on top of me.

Shirley tried hard to please me, but she kept getting distracted by my mouth sucking on her clit and my fingers sliding in and out of her vagina and kept forgetting to suck my cock. When she finally lost control and started cumming again, she almost drowned me with all of the natural lube she produced. I spun her around so she was kissing me, and let my cock slide back and forth through her saturated vulva. She was still cumming, and with just a minor readjustment, my cock was sliding just a little further into her vagina on every forward stroke. Before she realized what was happening, my cock was lodged more than halfway inside of her.

"Oh," she whimpered. "I wasn't planning to go this far, but I guess we've gone too far to turn back now." With that, she pressed her pussy down on my cock, and I attempted to thrust the remainder of my cock up into her vagina. "Is it all the way in?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied, even though I knew there was still another inch or two to go before I bottomed out.

"I thought it would hurt more than it did," she stated. "It feels good now. I feel so full."

"I'm glad that it didn't hurt you. Can we roll over, so you are on your back?" I asked.

"You want to be on top?" she asked.

"Yes, please," I replied. She nodded her head, and I rolled her over onto her back, never allowing my cock to lose its place deep inside her vagina. It only took a couple of more thrusts, and my cock was firmly seated against Shirley's cervix. I held my cock firmly against her cervix long enough for her to get used to having my full length buried in her pussy, and then I started slowly thrusting and withdrawing, with longer and more powerful strokes with every thrust.

My cock was withdrawing almost far enough to fall out after each stroke, but not quite. Soon, I had set up a tempo, and Shirley's body was following me, pressing against me with every thrust and pulling back with every withdrawal. This may have been Shirley's first time, but it was obvious that she was born to do this with a man.

Amazingly, it was Shirley who first lost control and started climaxing, but I was not far behind, shooting spurt after spurt of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. I collapsed on top of her and then rolled slightly to the side to take the weight from her body.

When Shirley finally opened her eyes she asked, "Did you cum in me?"

"Yes," I replied. "Are you on any birth control?" She shook her head to the negative. Then I asked, "When was your last period?"

"It ended two or three days ago," she replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "You should be safe then, provided your cycles are regular."

"They are 28 days every time," she replied.

"Then you won't be fertile for another week, and my sperm will be all be long gone by then," I stated. "However, if we are going to do this on a regular basis, you need to get on the pill. We can't take chances with pregnancy when we are just having fun."

"I will go to the clinic tomorrow to get a prescription for pills," she answered.

"Good," I replied and leaned in to kiss her again.

Shirley broke the kiss and asked, "How do you know we will do this again?"

I kissed her again and replied, "Will you need more help with chemistry?"

Shirley chuckled. "Good point," she agreed. "I can pay you for your help in installments. Would that be acceptable?"

"That would be great," I stated. "How often do we need to study together?"

"Once a week should be enough," she replied. "That way, I think I can keep up with the class."

"OK," I said. "But next week your pills won't be effective yet, even if you start tomorrow, so we will have to do something else."

'What something else?" she asked.

"I'm sure we can figure something out," I replied.

So, I now had a once-a-week date with Shirley, at least through the end of the semester. There was never any romance involved between me and Shirley, and no promises were given that it would lead to anything else. In fact, I was surprised a few days later when Shirley introduced her friend Beatrice to me. "She needs help in her math class," Shirley said.