Chasing Paradise Ch. 41 - 45

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 41 -- Tammy

I had a really heavy load of classes going into my final year at BYU. There wouldn't be much extra time for extracurricular activities ... at least not activities that required a lot of time for planning. I would still have time for the occasional rock climb or spending time with whatever special girls I came across. Then again, it is sometimes time-consuming finding a special girl, but not always. Sometimes things just fall into your lap. Those are often the best.

I was up in Rock Canyon doing a little bit of climbing when she literally fell into my lap. When I arrived at the canyon, I was alone, so I was just doing a traverse across the lower part of the Ed &Terry quartzite slab (so named for a route right up the middle of the slab. As I picked my way through tiny holds, a girl I had never seen before came up to watch me. The next thing I knew, she was following me across the slab using holds that I hadn't even seen.

"You're good," I said. "We don't get that many girls climbing up here."

"Thank you," she replied. "I just started climbing this last school year. I came up here to Rock Canyon hoping to find a climbing partner because there are some routes I want to try."

"OK," I said. "I'm Pete, and I would climb with you, if you want."

"My name is Tammy," she replied, "And I would love to climb with you. Do you have much experience here in Rock Canyon?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I have climbed most of the routes in the canyon. What route are you interested in?"

"I want to lead The Flakes (a route on the left side of the Ed &Terry slab)."

"You want to lead it?" I asked. "Do you have any experience leading?"

"No," she said, "But I have climbed The Flakes once before, and it seems like leading it is the next logical step."

I replied, "Leading would be a logical next step, but I would recommend that you try an easier route, such as Ed & Terry, for your first lead. The Flakes is a tricky route with questionable placements. It would be easy to get messed up."

"Nevertheless," she continued, "That is the route I want to try. Will you belay me?"

"Yes," I answered. "I will belay you."

I had my rope and climbing gear with me, so I set up a belay at the start of the Flakes route. As Tammy studied the rock face, I anchored myself by placing a couple of chocks in a crack and tying myself to them, Chocks are angled pieces of metal attached to short slings. At the base of the climb, there was a sharp pinnacle of rock sticking up out of the ground. "Not a real good place for that to be," I thought to myself. "It would be bad if you fell on it."

A belay is used to keep climbers from falling to the ground if they slip. The principle behind the belay is that, if the leader periodically places protection on the way up the cliff, and then slips, the leader will only fall twice the distance the he or she has climbed above the highest piece of protection... plus about ten percent for rope stretch when the rope becomes tight. Therefore, if the leader slips ten feet above a piton or chock (assuming it holds), they will fall ten feet past it plus two more feet before the rope stops him ... a total of twenty-two feet.

"Belay on," Tammy said as she started up the rock face. One final check of her equipment and she was on her way.

"On belay," I returned to signify that I was now belaying her. She climbed steadily up the face, picking her hand holds and footholds with care. Twenty feet from the base, a previous climber had placed a permanent bolt in the rock and attached a hanger to it. This was the most secure placement a climber could get. Tammy clipped into it with a carabiner and ran the rope through the carabiner. Ten more feet of steady climbing brought her to the bottom of the flake, a large slab of rock with a crack running behind it from the right.

Tammy placed a small, wired wedge chock into the crack, tested it for downward pull, and clipped the rope into it with another carabiner. Now she had two pieces of protection. Again, she climbed, walking up the almost vertical wall to the right of the fake as she worked her hands up along the edge. Upward, ever upward, Tammy went, using the opposition between her hands and feet to keep her on the rock. Ten more feet and she arrived at the top of the flake. Here, the crack had thinned dramatically, and Tammy chose a knife-blade piton to drive into the crack. She attached another carabiner to the piton and clipped the rope into the carabiner.

"Pete, I'm getting a little tired," she said. "I'm going to rest for a second." She stood on a small knob, breathing deeply and shaking her arms and legs one at a time. Tammy was trying to increase circulation to bring much needed oxygen to her muscles. Then, after a short break, she was climbing again. Using small holds in the rock, Tammy worked her way up toward a narrow ledge until she could reach up and put her hands on it. The face on either side of the ledge was smooth and devoid of holds; but she thought she saw an easier route to the right.

"I'm too tired to mantle up onto the ledge, Pete," she said. "I think I'll try to go around it to the right."

"Don't do it, Tammy," I yelled back at her. "There's nothing there, and you'll just wear yourself out further."

Unfortunately, she was determined to try. Tammy ventured out onto the right face, trying to find a small hold that nobody had ever seen before... one that would allow her to avoid the difficult move onto the ledge. Carefully, she gripped tiny irregularities on the surface, searching for the hold that she could use to pull herself up... but there wasn't one. After several minutes of frustrating exertion, hanging on with her fingertips, she moved back to the base of the ledge. She had been tired before... now she was exhausted.

Tammy had now placed herself in real danger. There she was... fifty feet up, at the most difficult move of the climb, and she was almost too tired to move. Tammy placed her hands on the ledge in front of her face on the narrow ledge, fingers touching, and began to pull herself up. From somewhere, it looked like she was finding the strength. Tammy was pushing downward with her arms, trying to bring her foot up onto the ledge, when she lost her balance and peeled off backwards. "I'm falling!" she screamed.

I watched in horror as Tammy hurled backwards into space. "Clink!" "Ping!" Her piton and chock had pulled out of the cracks because of the outward pull created by her back flip. The only remaining piece of protection was the bolt... barely twenty feet off the ground.

Using the principle of belay, it didn't take a mathematician to realize that since Tammy was falling from thirty feet above her only remaining piece of protection, she had sixty-six feet to fall with only fifty feet to the ground. She was falling to her death.

Then, something quite amazing happened. I can't explain it really, except that it was like a hand had reached out and was supporting her. Time ceased to exist. Tammy seemed to float down... doing three, slow back flips as she came toward me. I was pulling in rope as fast as I could to shorten the distance she would fall. With the way she was floating down, I thought there might be enough time. I continued to pull, using both hands to pull rope in, but still holding the rope securely at my waist in a belay.

She passed the bolt. There was still too much rope. She was going to hit. Despite everything I was doing, she was going to hit. Closer and closer to the ground she came, as I continued to pull in rope as fast as I could. Then, the rope started to tighten, and I flung my hand across my waist to stop her. The rope started to stretch... was there still too much rope? Oh, please no.

Tammy came to rest right above me. She was hanging there, suspended in her harness and hanging from the rope, her back less than six inches above the sharp pinnacle at the base of the route. The rope had stopped her. Tammy was safe.

She turned to me, her eyes wide with wonder and amazement and said, "You know, Pete, the world really does spin around when you're falling. It seemed like it took forever to come down." I knew just what she meant. Slowly... still holding the rope tightly around my waist... I lowered her down to the ground, taking care to miss the sharp pinnacle as I lowered her. She was badly shaken, so I gave her my canteen and let her lay there taking small sips of water.

Two young men had been sitting about forty feet away watching us climb. Now they came running over to see if Tammy was hurt. "Wow," one of them exclaimed. "I've never seen anyone fall as fast as she did. I was sure she was going to hit the ground."

"I was watching you," the other youth said to me. "Your hands were moving so fast, they were blurred." Funny. I hadn't noticed that. Adrenaline does amazing things to you during an emergency.

It took a while before Tammy recovered from the shock of falling. While she recovered, I retrieved the carabiner from the bolt, coiled my rope and put my climbing gear in its proper places on my equipment sling. With that complete, and my gear stashed on my body, I helped Tammy back to the entrance of the canyon. When I realized that she had walked up to the canyon from BYU, I put her in the passenger side seat of my car. I told her, "You are probably still in shock. There is no way that I will let you walk back to campus by yourself."

I put my rope and climbing gear in the back seat and got in. The drive back to BYU was uneventful, but we talked along the way. When she said there wouldn't be anybody to watch her when she got back to her dorm room, I told her I would take her to my apartment. I didn't want her going into shock alone.

When we got to my apartment, I parked right in front of my apartment, so we wouldn't have too far to walk. I got her up into my apartment, took off her shoes, and had her lay on my bed while I brought up my climbing gear from the car. When I returned, Tammy was asleep. I checked her and then went to make up some high-energy drink (made of Hershey's chocolate sauce, chunky peanut butter, bananas, vanilla ice cream, milk and almonds) in my blender. Yes, I know it was just a milk shake, but it provided a lot of energy.

When I was blending it, the blender made enough noise to wake her. At first, she didn't know where she was, but when I brought her a glass of the energy drink, she quickly settled down and drank it. Of course, I made enough for me as well, so we sat next to each other on the bed drinking our drinks.

When we finished the drinks, Tammy looked at me. "Thank you, Pete. You saved my life. I was sure I was going to die."

"Not on my watch," I replied. "Nobody dies." I smiled at her, so she would know that everything was OK.

"Still," she said, "I owe you a lot. I have never had anybody do so much for me before."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I grew up in foster homes," she replied. "Even though the social workers check in on you, it isn't as if there is somebody there who really cares, and it is rare when somebody actually goes out of their way to really help. When I would fall down and scrape my knee when growing up, it was always a school nurse or me who had to clean it up and bandage it. I don't even remember my parents."

"Wow," I answered. "How did you get into BYU?"

"I got a scholarship. I had good grades in high school, and I also got good at soccer. That got me a scholarship. However, a coach is not a substitute for a mother. I've always had to do for myself, so I became sort of a loner. That doesn't mean, though, that I'm not lonely. I am ... a lot."

"Well," I replied, "There is no reason for a cute girl like you to be lonely."

"Most guys run away when they hear about my background," she said. "I don't fit their 'good Mormon girl' profile, and they don't know how to handle that. You are different."

"You are very perceptive," I answered, and then I laid out my background for her, including military experience, religion and interests. "And, so you see, I too have issues in a place like BYU."

"You have already lived more life than most people do in a lifetime," she said. "I'm still not sure why you chose to come to BYU, but I'm glad you did. I would never have met you otherwise."

I couldn't let that pass, and I leaned over and kissed her softly. "I was hoping that you would do that," she whispered when I ended the kiss. "Please, kiss me again."

Well, who am I to deny a lady's request? I leaned back into her, but she adjusted her body so she was flat on her back. When our lips met again, I was over her. She reached behind my head to pull me closer to her. The kiss quickly became passionate as our hands wandered around each other's body.

Eventually, my hands found their way under her top to caress her soft breasts. I must say that her breasts were the only soft parts of her body. Everything else was toned muscle. Tammy was an athlete, and her body was proof.

When she started pushing my shirt up my back, I decided to follow suit with her top. I had barely started when she reached around to pull her top up and off over her head. Then, she did the same with my shirt. That surprised me. I seldom met a girl that forward at BYU. I voiced my astonishment, "Wow."

Tammy blushed and asked, "Too fast?"

"No," I replied. "I was just surprised. Not too many girls at BYU would do that."

"I'm NOT like most girls at BYU," she said. "I was abused by a foster father when I was younger, so I don't always get things in the right order."

"Abused? Abused how?" I asked.

"When I started developing breasts, he would come into my room at night, undress me, and suck on my nipples," she answered. "He also used his fingers to break my hymen. I was sure that he was going to have sex with me next. I turned him in to the social worker, but the only thing that came of it was me being moved to another foster home."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," I said.

It's OK," she replied. "It was a long time ago. However, it has messed me up in that I sometimes struggle with what is appropriate, but overall I've put it behind me."

"Tammy," I said, "I will never consider anything you do with me as inappropriate." With that, I kissed her deeply as my hands caressed her breasts softly. She returned my kiss with passion, sucking my tongue into her mouth, and laying claim to my mouth as well.

Her hands weren't idle either, and soon I felt my cut-off denim shorts and sweats being pushed down off my butt and down my legs. This was my normal climbing attire, as it gave me good freedom of movement while climbing. When my clothes reached my knees, I raised up enough to allow her to push them down to my ankles. It was then easy enough to slip them off over my feet. She still had her shorts and panties on, but I made quick work of them as she actually lifted her butt to assist me in removing them. We were soon naked together on my bed.

"Pete," she began, "I have never done this before, but I want to make love with you. I don't have a hymen, so there shouldn't be any pain, but please still be gentle."

"I would never intentionally hurt you," I said. "Let me get you fully ready, and I think I can promise you a pleasurable experience."

"OK," she replied. "Do whatever you want."

I moved down to suckle her nipples and caress her breasts, but I didn't want to bring back bad memories for her, so I moved along until I was down to her pussy. Her legs were together, so I asked her to spread them for me. She did, and then I went to work on her pussy. I was kissing and sucking her labia and clitoris while my fingers played around her vaginal entrance. At first, she was tense, but then she relaxed and let me have my way with her.

It took a while before Tammy felt her first orgasm wash over her. Once she did, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and she was orgasming almost continuously from then on. After she had been shaking for several minutes, I slid up until the tip of my cock settled into her vaginal entrance. She looked up at me and said, "I know that I no longer have a hymen, but this is my first time. I give you my virginity."

And then she pushed up against me. My cock slid into her vagina as if it was returning home. I sank into her until my cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix. Her mouth was in the shape of an "O" and no sounds were coming from it. I guess that even though she had no hymen, it was still a shock to have a large cock filling her up for the first time.

Then, she came alive and sighed, "Oh my God. That feels so good."

That made me happy. I held still until I felt her vaginal muscles starting to milk my cock. At that point, I slowly withdrew my cock until only the tip remained buried in her pussy, and then I thrust all the way back into her, stopping only when my cock was firmly pressed against her cervix again. I repeated this process several times until her hips started to rock in time with my strokes, and then I slowly increased the tempo.

I was eventually pounding her pussy with full strokes, slapping my groin against hers with every stroke. We made love for a long, long time. The sounds and smells of wet sex filled the room and both of us enjoyed the union to the fullest. When the end finally came, it was sudden. Her vaginal walls clamped down on my cock, milking it of its contents and preventing its escape. I pressed my cock against her cervix as firmly as I could as I pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb. When I was drained, I collapsed, lying to the side, so my body weight wouldn't crush her.

It was then that I remembered to ask about birth control. She told me not to worry. She had been on birth control pills since junior high school due to her social worker. I was relieved, but tried not to show it. Instead, I continued to cuddle with her, and both of us soon fell asleep.

It was late in the day when we woke. We made love one more time before getting into the shower together to wash up. Yes, we did wash each other's body, but we also found time for one more coupling. She leaned over to pick up the soap, and my cock slid into her pussy from behind. She raised up enough to support herself against the wall with her hands, and we fucked until I once again pumped my seed deep into her womb.

When we finished in the shower, I drove Tammy back to her dorm. I did make another date with her, though, and we dated for months. We climbed together (Tammy never again led a hard route), and she often slept with me on weekends. Of course, we also went on real dates as well. We were an on again, off again couple, never quite boyfriend/girlfriend, but always very good friends. With her busy schedule and mine, there were a lot of times when we just couldn't make it work, and over time, the sleepovers became less and less frequent. By Christmas, our relationship had pretty much ended.

Chapter 42 -- Molly

I believe I mentioned before that students at BYU must take at least one religion class per year while they are enrolled. It was in one of these classes (during my last semester at BYU) that I met Molly. Her parents had named her correctly because she was a stereotypical Molly Mormon. Her goal in life was to find a man who would marry her and give her a typical Mormon life, with all that entails. Of course, I had no such goal, but she saw that as a challenge rather than an obstacle.

BYU had one famous religion teacher. His name was Cleon Skousen, and he taught a course in Church history (among others). I had always considered history to be very interesting, and taking this class also meant that I wouldn't have to compete with Mormon classmates who had a lifelong knowledge of Mormon scriptures. It was a religion class where I could excel without being a Mormon. I didn't want to have to read all of their scriptures for some religion class. Doctor Skousen had also written several books and was very anti-communist, as I was. Even though he seemed ancient by the time I got to BYU, I could relate to him on a lot of different levels.

When I entered his classroom for the first time, I picked a seat in the middle of the room (but toward the front). I learned long before, that teachers tend to favor students who appear interested in their subject, and I was truly interested in his topic. I learned a lot, and asked Cleon a lot of questions. I always came to class prepared to discuss whatever the topic for that day might be.

I was surprised when a cute young girl picked the seat right next to mine that first class. She seemed as interested in me as she was in the subject material, and she started asking me questions in class. I knew that having side conversations in class was NOT a good way to impress the professor, so I wrote her a short note telling her that I would answer any questions she had AFTER class, but NOT during class. That worked, and she stopped talking in class.

When I went to leave the classroom, she came with me. When we got outside of the building, I turned and said, "Hi. I'm Pete. I have no idea whether or not I can answer your questions, but I will try."

"Oh," she replied. You seemed like you had a good handle on everything he was talking about."

"Only because I read the chapter ahead of time," I said. "This is all new to me. I'm not even a Mormon."

"My name is Molly," she said. "What are you doing at BYU if you aren't a Mormon?"

"They have a good engineering school here," I replied. "The university accepted me as I am, so I have as much right to be here as any other student."

"I didn't mean it like that," she quickly backtracked. "I find it fascinating that a non-Mormon would even want to come here."

"Well," I replied. "This school gives me a lot of opportunities that I might not have at other universities. Meeting lots of cute girls like you are some of those opportunities. There are three times as many single girls as there are single guys here." I smiled. "I can also go up the canyon anytime I want to rock climb. Not many schools have that. But I sense that none of that was what you wanted to ask me about in-class."

"No," she replied. "I am very confused by what Doctor Skousen was talking about. I have never heard of any of the events he mentioned. Could I ask for your help?"

I replied, "I think you just did, and the answer is that I will be glad to help in any way I can ... provided that it isn't during class time."

"OK," she said. "When and where can we meet?" We compared schedules and found that both of us had free time on Friday afternoons. As to where, I suggested that she just come to my apartment, which she agreed to. I told her that if I was going to help her that she at least needed to read the material every week, and she agreed to that as well (though with a lot less enthusiasm. Our Church history class was late on Friday mornings, so that would work out well.

I gave Molly my contact information (address and phone number) and told her we could meet that afternoon at 3 PM. She said she would be there, and indeed, she showed up right on time. She said she had a hard time finding the apartment because she didn't think it might be above a garage. She eventually asked somebody on the sidewalk, and they pointed her in the right direction. If not for that delay, she would have been early.

I asked her to remove her shoes when she entered the apartment, and she complied. Then, I gave her the nickel tour of the apartment before we went to the bed to sit down. That surprised her, but a quick glance around the apartment revealed that there were no chairs or couches in the place. I had already scooted to the head of the bed and was leaning back against the pillows, so she followed suit and sat next to me.

I told her that we should get to know each other a bit before we studied, and she was OK with that. It turned out that Molly grew up in Murray, Utah (in the Salt Lake Valley), had five sisters, and had been a Mormon all of her life. She hadn't however, paid that good of attention when it came to topics about the church. She knew all of the scriptures inside and out (because she had read them more than once), but she knew very little about the Church itself. OK, that gave us someplace to start.

I gave her a fairly detailed description of my life to that point (nothing classified obviously), and she was amazed at the places I had been and the things I had done. Of course, I only gave her the mostly G-Rated version of my life. As I was describing my life, she asked if I had many girlfriends, and I told her I had several girlfriends in my life.

She asked, "Why didn't you marry one of them?"

I replied, "I never found the right girl."

I asked if she had many boyfriends. She replied, "My parents would never allow that. I barely even dated." It turned out that her parents wouldn't let her date until she was 16, but she was so awkward with boys that none were really interested in her.

"I find that hard to believe," I replied. You are beautiful."

"Well," she continued, "I only got my braces off a few months ago. Before that, I was a metal mouth. I also had a bad case of acne, which just recently cleared up with medication. To top it off, I just got contact lenses. Before that, I wore glasses. So, you are seeing the new and improved me."

"OK," I replied. "Whatever you did to get to this point, it was worth it. You are gorgeous."

Molly blushed. "Thank you. You don't know how much I have wanted to hear that from a man."

Not wanting to ruin the moment (or rush her), I suggested that we spend some time talking about the early years of the Mormon Church. It seemed like a church created by farmers, kind of a church for the common people. I didn't know that much about how the Church operated in the present day, but from what I had seen, the leaders were drawn out of the members and not chosen because of some religious degree or something. I said it looked (to me) like the early Mormon Church was much the same. I told her it also sounded much like the early Christians (during and right after Christ) and before Paul and his followers basically took over the Church. She didn't know that Paul had radically changed the early Church.

We studied for a couple of hours, covering not only what was in that week's lesson, but also most of what was in the next week's lesson as well. By the time we were done, Molly (and I) had a better understanding of the material. I asked her if she thought this was going to help, and she said she did.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Thank you for helping me."

I looked her in the eyes and said, "You are very welcome. I could think of a lot of worse ways to spend my time than being here on my bed with a beautiful woman."

"I'm not a woman yet," she replied. "I'm just a girl."

"I suppose that depends on how you define a woman," I said. "You certainly look and feel like a woman to me." With that, I touched her cheek with the back of my fingers and then leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

"Wow," she sighed when I ended the kiss. "If you see me as a woman, then I guess I will be your woman. My parents and my family still see me as a girl."

I laughed. "I'm sure you have noticed that I'm not your parents or your family."

"Yes," she replied. "I have noticed. I feel funny when I'm with you. I don't know why, but I think I like the feeling." Then, she leaned in for another kiss.

This was what I had been waiting for. I pulled her to me as I leaned back, so she was lying across my body as we kissed. She automatically moved her leg over to straddle my hips. That put her breasts next to my hands, and of course, my hands found their way to the sides of her breasts.

She broke the kiss and said, "This is my first real kiss with a boy, and it is giving me all sorts of funny feelings in my tummy."

I asked, "Is it a bad feeling?"

"No," she replied. "But I'm not sure that I should be enjoying it so much."

I went back to my argument that if God created us that we may have joy (which is a common belief among Christians), then whatever gives us pleasure must be good and must come from God. She found it impossible to disagree with that and went back to kissing me. I massaged the sides of her breasts and even let my fingers wander across her nipples, not pinching or squeezing, but lightly caressing them. Molly was soon moaning into the kiss.

I thought I should move slowly, so I just continued massaging her breasts until she started to slide her mons over my cock. I'm sure that she had to feel my erection under her, but rather than avoiding it, she was rubbing across it, increasing my pleasure along with her own.

Then I also felt something between us. I reached down and under her panties, I found a sanitary napkin. That surprised me, so I asked if she was on her period. She replied, "No, but I am expecting it today, so I wore a napkin so I wouldn't be surprised in class. I thought about that and decided that I didn't want a huge mess in my bed. I continued kissing her and massaging her breasts, but went no further. After about an hour of heavy petting, Molly said she had homework she needed to finish, so I took her back to her dorm.

I didn't see Molly until Church history class the next Friday. We greeted in class like nothing had ever happened. I asked if she still wanted to meet later for study and she said, "Of course." She showed up at my apartment that afternoon for another study session, and again, we started by hitting the books and reviewing the class notes from earlier in the day. Once we completely covered the material enough that both of us understood it, we moved on to casual conversation.

"So," I began, "What did you think about what we did last week after studying?"

She thought for a minute and replied, "I loved it. I'm sure the Church wouldn't approve, but it made me feel so good."

"Would you like to continue?" I asked.

She blushed and replied, "We probably shouldn't, but yes, please."

"Did you get your period last week?" I asked.

She smiled. "It came right after you took me home." I thanked my lucky stars for deciding to stop when I had the previous week. Her period was over now, though, so I leaned in for a kiss. She returned the kiss with passion. This week would end very differently than the previous Friday had. I once again let my hands caress her breasts under her top as we kissed. Her only reaction was to increase her moaning.

I pushed her skirt up to her waist, so it wasn't between us, and then I let my hands return to her breasts. Her panties were soon wet, and my pants were getting wet as well from her juices. I decided to take a risk and unhooked her bra under her top. That allowed her breasts to move freely, and my hands were soon massaging her bare breasts, including her nipples, under her top. Other than some moans and gasps, there was no reaction.

Given that lack of response, I pushed her top up to the bottom of her arms, and then pulled her arms from the sleeves. Again, there was no adverse reaction. Frankly I was a little confused, since I had expected her to fend off every advance (being the good little Mormon girl she was). However, I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so once her arms were free, I slipped her top and her bra over her head and off. Then I continued the kiss. She never even skipped a beat.

My hands were now concentrating on her nipples, and when she broke the kiss to gasp for air, I rolled her over onto her back and lowered my lips to her right nipple. That really drew a loud gasp, as she sucked in air. Her eyes were closed, as if she thought that keeping this as a dream would make it somehow better. It didn't matter to me. Molly was giving me free rein to explore her body, and I couldn't have asked for anything better.

As I suckled her nipples, switching back and forth between them, I had one hand on the breast I wasn't suckling and the other hand on her hip. The hand on her hip unhooked her skirt, and then switching back and forth as I switched my suckling between her nipples, I slowly lowered her skirt and panties using alternate hands until her skirt and panties were slipping from her feet. I covered us in my quilt to keep her warm, and to keep Molly from feeling exposed. It also allowed me to shed my own clothes from the waist down.

Molly had totally surrendered by that time, her eyes still closed, and she was just enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. Truthfully, I don't think she even realized that we were now basically naked together in my bed. The only piece of clothing that remained was my shirt, but her eyes remained closed.

She naturally spread her legs to allow my body to sink down between them as I continued to suckle her nipples. I brought one of my hands down to her vulva to lightly caress it. Molly jumped a bit at first contact, but then once again relaxed under me. Her pussy was already wet.

I rubbed her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris and back again until her hips were rocking against me. Then, I concentrated on rubbing her clitoris to bring her to a peak. When I felt her getting close to her climax, I rubbed the tip of my cock around in her juices and then let it settle into her vaginal entrance. Her body continued to rock as I suckled her nipples and worked her clitoris with my fingers, and my cock slowly entered her outer defenses, the tip settling in tight against her hymen.

When she finally reached orgasm, her body shuddered and spasmed, causing her to thrust down against my cock. It only required a small thrust on my part and my cock was sliding through her hymen and then smoothly into her vagina. She was being swept away by her orgasm as my cock made its advance into her vagina, and she never even realized what had happened until my cock was fully sheathed in her pussy, the tip pressed against her cervix.

When she did finally realize that my cock was fully buried inside of her body a few moments later, she asked, "What did you do? I can't do this. I'm a virgin."

I replied, "First of all, you were the one who pushed against my cock, causing it to break your hymen and slide all the way into your vagina. I wasn't the one who pushed. Second, I'm not sure that you can still say you're a virgin ... at least not to me. My cock is fully buried inside of your pussy."

"Oh," she replied. "I guess not." With that, I felt her flex her vaginal muscles, testing how it felt to have my thick cock filling the inside of her pussy. I took that opportunity to slowly slide my cock out part-way and then back in again. That got an immediate response, and she moaned loudly. There was no doubt that she liked the feelings she was experiencing now.

I started sliding in and out of her pussy. I slowly built up the tempo and power of the strokes I was using, and her body responded accordingly. Soon, we were slapping together in the dance of love. The sweet sounds and smells of sex were filling the room. It wasn't long before Molly's body was being overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, but eventually I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed my cock against her cervix as firmly as possible and held it there as I pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb.

"Oh my God," she cried. Her whole body was encompassing me, arms and legs wrapped around my body. There was no way to roll to the side without taking her with me. She had a lock on me, keeping my cock tight against her cervix the whole time we came down from our climax.

As always, I felt tired after sex, and I closed my eyes. Molly, though, was not yet done. She started rocking against me, forcing my cock to stroke in and out of her pussy. There was no way my cock was going to get soft, so I renewed my rhythm as before. Her juices were spilling out of her pussy and onto my groin as I fucked her vigorously. Everything was now coated in her natural lubricant, and my cock was easily penetrating her deepest reaches over and over again.

It was only moments before she was orgasming again, and I soon followed. This time, she became almost catatonic when she climaxed, and just lay there on her back as I withdrew my cock from her pussy. I went into the bathroom to get a wet towel for cleanup. After cleaning myself, I went back to the bed and thoroughly cleaned her body. There was a little bit of blood on the sheet, but I would take care of that later. It wasn't the first blood that would grace my sheets (or even the last).

"Do you feel different?" I asked. "Now that you are truly a woman, I mean?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I had an overwhelming sense of fulfillment, but I also feel really guilty."

"Why do you feel guilty? I asked. "It was an accident."

"What we did is a sin," she answered.

"What we did is what God intended men and women to do," I said. "Otherwise, why would He have made us to fit together so perfectly and why would He have it be so pleasurable when we do? Certainly, you don't believe that God tempts us, do you? That would be cruel, and I don't believe that God is cruel."

"You make good points," she agreed. "OK, where from here? Do we get married?"

I choked. "Let's not get carried away. First, we can continue to explore and see if we are really a good fit personality-wise. Then, maybe we can think about a future."

"So, you just want to play for now?" she asked.

"I want to give you as much pleasure as I can," I replied. "However, if we are going to continue, you will need to get on birth control. We don't want you to get pregnant."

Molly smiled. "I'm already on the pill. My doctor put me on it to stop painful cramping before I came to BYU."

"Next, would you like to spend weekends here at my apartment?" I asked. "Just meeting on Friday afternoons seems so limiting."

She thought for a minute and then answered, "Yes. I would like to stay here with you. However, I will still need to go to church on Sundays at my student ward. Otherwise, there would be too many questions."

"Where and what time does your ward meet?" I asked.

"It starts at 1 PM in the Wilkinson Center, so it isn't too far from your apartment," she replied. "Would you like to come with me?"

"I think I will pass on that," I said. "Me going to your ward would raise a lot more questions than if you just didn't show up at meetings."

"Oh," she replied. "I hadn't thought of that. So, would you like me to stay this weekend? If so, I will need to stop at my dorm room to pick up some clothes."

"That sounds good," I said. "I will take you to your dorm, and then we can get something to eat."

We showered, and then I drove her to her dorm, but I stayed in the car while she went in (guys weren't allowed in the girls' dorms anyway other than in the lobby). She grabbed a small bag of clothes plus a dress on a hanger for Sunday, and put them in the back seat when she returned to my car.

It was still early, so I took her to the Brick Oven (even though I didn't have reservations). They accommodated us with no problems. Being a regular customer at the restaurant may have given me special treatment, though I never asked. They put us at my regular table in the back, and we sat down and ordered.

I could tell that Molly was still feeling a little bit guilty being with me, but she calmed considerably as we talked. By the time we finished dinner, she was feeling much better about herself and about us. We took our leftover pizza to the car and I opened her door for her. Then, after she sat down, I handed her the pizza to carry and got into the driver's seat.

When we arrived back at my apartment, there were no parking spots left on the street, so I just parked in the driveway in front of my apartment. I knew that might encourage visitors to stop by, but it couldn't be avoided. It turned out that we had to be quiet in the apartment twice during the weekend as people (girls) came to the door, but nobody stayed at the door too long. Each time, I found cookies on the step afterwards.

Once we were back in my apartment, we settled in on my bed and snuggled for a bit. When I felt her getting comfortable, I leaned in to kiss her. Molly immediately turned toward me and returned the kiss with passion. "God, I do love kissing you," she hissed. I loved kissing girls in general, and Molly became a very good kisser very quickly, so it was no hardship to spend a lot of time kissing her.

I slid her top off over her arms and then over her head. Then, I unhooked her bra and removed it. Her instincts kicked in at that point, and she started pulling my clothes off as I finished removing hers. By the time we were both naked, she was ready to fuck. She wanted to go right into intercourse, but I slid down so my mouth was lined up with her pussy instead of my cock being lined up.

Molly resisted at first, thinking that it was another sin, but once I started kissing and sucking her labia and clitoris, she quickly abandoned that idea and was pulling me into her pussy instead of pushing me away. My fingers went to work on her vaginal entrance, and I soon found her G-spot to tease. Between that and her clitoris, I soon had her orgasming again.

Squeals and moans filled the air as she exploded time after time, swept away by waves of passion. I knew it was time to move when she once again started pulling me up her body. When my cock reached her pussy, her hand quickly adjusted my cock to line it up with her vaginal entrance, and then I was once again fully buried in her pussy. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she kept repeating as my cock sank fully into her.

Once buried, I started slowly stroking her pussy with my cock. I was pushing in until the tip was pressed firmly against her cervix, and then withdrawing until only the tip remained inside. Gradually, I increased the tempo until our groins were slapping together, wetting the entire area with her juices. Molly was trying to pull me even deeper into her pussy (even though it probably wasn't possible) every time I thrust my cock into her depths. I could feel her cervix against the tip.

When she started to melt in orgasm under me, with her vaginal muscles milking my cock, I finally drove deep into her, and with the tip of my cock pressed firmly against her cervix, I pumped spurt after spurt of my seed deep into her womb and beyond. Both of us were spasming and shuddering as our bodies became as one.

"Oh my God," she cried. "Right now, I wish that I wasn't on the pill. I want your baby inside of me." This was dangerous talk, so over the next several visits, I did everything I could to discourage her from dropping the pill and getting pregnant. In the end, though, that wasn't what ended our relationship.

What ended it was that she referred me to the Mormon missionaries over and over again. No less than five sets of missionaries came to my door trying to convert me. It was easy to discover who was referring me to them, however (all you had to do was ask who had referred you), and I asked her to not do it again after the first set of missionaries came to my door.

Unfortunately, Molly never seemed to understand how much I disliked her doing this, and after the fifth time missionaries showed up, I broke up with her. Not only did I break up with her, but it ended our study sessions as well. I suspected that she had dropped her birth control pills as well, and was actively trying to get pregnant (the truth didn't come out until the break-up, and luckily, she hadn't been off the pill long enough to be fertile before we broke up).

Chapter 43 -- Naomi

About two months before my graduation from BYU, I found out about a job opening for an engineer at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. That was a dream assignment to me, so I applied. The interviews were conducted at BYU. After I passed the first interview, I got a second interview (conducted by the man who would become my future boss at Clark). I was offered the job, and I accepted, so I was just completing my course of study until it was time to move to the Philippines.

It was during this time when I met Naomi. She was a Filipina going to school at BYU. She was a convert to the Mormon Church, and she was a quiet girl. She was attending BYU on a scholarship and was still in her freshman year. There were a lot of girls like her from all over the world going to BYU, and most of them had marriage as their main goal at the university. Sure, they would like a degree, but that wasn't their main goal.

Naomi was working at the student center as a part-time job while she went to school at BYU, and I met her in the process of looking for and applying for jobs. There were a lot of jobs available for engineering graduates, but of course, they weren't all in my fields (I had a double major in Mechanical Engineering and Civil Engineering).

Naomi helped me through the application process, and she was especially excited that the job was in the Philippines. She was from Quezon City near Manila, so Clark Air Force Base wasn't too far from her home. She actually helped me with several applications, but it was obvious which job got her excited.

While Naomi was helping me, I asked her out for dinner. I had just broken up with Molly a week before, and I was suffering from withdrawal (from pussy). Naomi was a cute, petite Filipina with typical Filipina looks. That included long black, silky hair, dark brown eyes and tan complexion, five-foot tall and maybe a hundred pounds. I would guess that her measurements were 34b-22-34. She wasn't the most beautiful Filipina I had ever met, but she wasn't bad either.

She accepted my date request, and as usual, I made reservations for the Brick Oven for that evening. Why go elsewhere when the food and service were so good and girls liked it? I picked her up at her dorm (luckily NOT the same dorm where Molly was staying) at 6 PM, and off we went to dinner.

When we got to the Brick Oven, I was lucky enough to find a good parking spot, and after opening her door for her, we walked arm-in-arm into the restaurant. They seated us at my regular table, and after ordering, we started learning everything we could about each other. She was amazed when I told her that I had been to the Philippines, but disappointed that I had never gotten very far out of the area around Clark Air Force Base.

She was also surprised when she learned that I was a Catholic. Being a convert to the Mormon Church, she was loyal to that religion, but still open to dating (or even marrying) a good Catholic. She said that whatever religion her future husband had would determine her religion, since she believed a wife should follow her husband.

I learned that Naomi had grown up in a relatively poor family, went to public school in the Philippines, and never would have been able to afford to go to (or even get to) BYU without help. She had a good scholarship, but it didn't provide for anything beyond tuition, books, room and board (a meal plan through the dorm cafeteria). Even her airfare from Manila to Salt Lake City had been donated to her by others. Therefore, she had to work to be able to afford anything else she needed.

We talked throughout our meal, and I was surprised that at the end of the meal, we had finished the entire pizza. Most girls I dated had tiny appetites, but Naomi was able to put it away somewhere (she didn't have any obvious fat, so I have no idea where she put it. Anyway, that made things easy after dinner, as there were no leftovers to take back to my apartment.

Naomi was happy to go with me back to my apartment. She said this was the first date she had since arriving at BYU in the fall. That cute girls at BYU weren't getting dates never ceased to amaze me. Even with the disparity of female to male students, it seemed to me that cute girls would still get dates. Anyway, Naomi hadn't had a date at BYU. It turned out that she had never dated in the Philippines either (which was quite common with girls from conservative Catholic families).

When we arrived at my apartment, I was lucky enough to find a parking spot on the street. We walked to my apartment, and I let her in. We removed our shoes just inside the door and I hung our jackets on hooks by the door. I gave her the nickel tour and asked if she would like to use my CR. She smiled and said that was the first time she had heard that term since arriving in the US. She went into the bathroom and I waited on the bed. When she was finished, I traded places with her.

When I got back to the bed, I scooted up against the pillows, and she crawled over to sit next to me. I grabbed the quilt at the end of the bed and put it over our legs because it was a bit cool in my apartment (and I knew how sensitive Filipinas were to cold).

We talked some more, each learning more about the other, and by the time we ran out of things to ask about or talk about, we both liked each other a lot. What do you do when you run out of things to say to a cute girl? Well, I leaned over and drew her into my arms for a kiss. At first, Naomi was tentative in returning my kiss, but then she began to enjoy it. As the kiss progressed, so did her response.

After a while, she was giving as good as she got. I hadn't broken the kiss, and she wasn't ever struggling against me. When I finally did break the kiss she said, "Oh my. That felt so good."

By then, we were no longer sitting, but were lying next to each other with the quilt over us. Even though we were both generating heat, it never became uncomfortable under the quilt. It also allowed me to let my hands roam around her body without startling her too much. At first, my hands were on top of her clothes, but as we moved against each other, our clothes moved as well. Yes, her hands were moving around my body too.

Eventually, our hands found their way under clothes, and then each of us was caressing skin. The quilt made it easy to remove clothes without exposing anything, and soon she had lost her top and my shirt was gone. I unhooked her bra, and we were lying with her nipples etching paths across my chest.

Once we were both topless, she pulled free long enough to say, "I have never done anything like this before. Please be gentle with me, and please don't do anything either of us will be sorry about later."

"I will try not to hurt you in any way," I replied and leaned back in to resume the kiss. By then, my hands were caressing her breasts and nipples, which had become erect (even though they were small), and she had goosebumps forming on her skin (not from cold but from excitement). Therefore, when I lowered my lips to her nipple and sucked it into my mouth, it quickly sent her over the top.

"Awwww," she cried as she was overwhelmed by the sensations coming from her breasts. "I can't believe how good this feels." Her hands pulled my head in toward her breast as I suckled the nipple. Then, when I switched to the other side, she was just as enthusiastic about that nipple being suckled.

I switched back and forth between her nipples, and also spent time softly kissing and sucking the tender flesh of her lower breasts as well. By the time I had satisfied my own desire for her breasts, she had several small hickeys on her lower breasts and her nipples were both standing proud of her small areola.

My hands hadn't been idle as I suckled her nipples and caressed her breasts. I had unhooked and unzipped her skirt, and slid it, along with her panties, down and off of her legs and feet. By the time she was shaking from small orgasms from having her nipples suckled, I was ready to head south again. Having been with several Filipinas, I had some idea what her reaction would be, so I wasn't surprised when she whispered, "Dirty," as I closed in on her pussy with my lips. I ignored her and licked her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris.

"Oh my," she cried out as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. As with so many girls before, she never resisted my advances once my mouth started kissing and sucking her labia and clitoris. Instead, her hands were pulling me toward her pussy, taking full advantage of the pleasure I was giving her. "What are you doing to me?" she cried when she felt her first real orgasm starting in her core. "It is so wonderful."

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth as I let my fingers explore her vaginal entrance. With her, though, vaginal 'entrance' may have been a misnomer. The hole in her hymen was very tiny, and I couldn't get much of my finger in before she felt pain. I knew that I would have to be very patient if I was going to stretch her out without too much pain, and I had promised to try not to hurt her.

The only thing I could do was to just keep working on her clit and her hymen until I could finally work a finger into her. It was slow, and she still felt some pain, but I think I reduced it as much as possible given the circumstances. By the time I could slide my finger all the way through her hymen, I had already been rubbing her G-spot continuously for a long time. I wasn't sure if either of us had the stamina required for me to insert a second finger.

Therefore, I decided to let my cock do the rest of the job opening her up. Yes, it would hurt her, but I thought I could do it quick enough that she would soon forget the pain. I lined up my cockhead in her vaginal entrance and worked it around in her juices. While I did this, I asked her when her last period had ended. She thought for a second and replied, "Three days ago."

With that, I kissed her, and told her this would hurt a little, but that when it was over she would feel even more pleasure. She spread her legs out even further, and then my cock pierced her hymen, sliding all the way into her vagina. She cried out and bit my shoulder, but then she just hugged me to her.

Once I sensed that she was recovering, I made short, slow strokes, thrusting and withdrawing only a portion of my cock. "That hurt," she whimpered, "But it doesn't hurt so much now." She hugged me tight, not quite ready to be fucking yet. I let her have as much time as she needed, all the while kissing her lips and caressing her breasts.

When she started to move under me, I resumed my strokes, moving slowly in and out of her pussy, slowly lengthening my thrusts and withdrawals and increasing the tempo. When I got to a good rhythm, I settled in for the long run and concentrated on delivering as much pleasure to her as I could.

Naomi was absolutely responding to my actions, and she quickly climbed the ladder toward another orgasm. When it broke over her, she was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure washing her away and screamed out her ecstasy. "Too much, too much, oh God, too much."

I felt very happy that I could bring her so much pleasure. Of course, her climax pushed me over the edge as well, and I pressed my cock deep into her pussy, the tip firmly against her cervix as I pumped load after load of my seed deep into her womb.

When I finally collapsed after emptying my balls into her womb, my cock slipped out of her pussy as I rolled to the side. She was disappointed that she had lost the contact, though, and she quickly reinserted my cock into her pussy. She didn't want to lose that contact. We both fell asleep in that position, with my cock deep inside her and her arms and legs encircling my body.

I woke about an hour later, and looked down at the cute little Filipina next to me. Could this be the girl I had been looking for? I didn't know, but I was willing to spend whatever time I had left at BYU to find out. There was no hesitation on Naomi's part. She was all-in from the beginning, as she was sure she had found her life mate. She even asked if she could move in with me.

Although I wasn't too worried about getting expelled this late in the game, there was always that possibility, and if it didn't work out between us, I didn't want it to hurt Naomi's chances for success at BYU either. I had promised that I would try not to hurt her, after all.

I wouldn't let Naomi move in completely, but she did stay with me every weekend until almost the end of the semester, and she wanted to be with me every other evening as well. Of course, both of us needed to complete our coursework. Otherwise, I wouldn't graduate and she would lose her scholarship. Therefore, I forced her to put schoolwork first and me second. Neither of us could afford to let our grades drop. That didn't make her happy, as she wanted to just chuck school in favor of marrying me and moving back to the Philippines, but we kept our activities confined to weekends anyway.

Convincing her to get an IUD was another challenge, but when I made it clear that the only way I would be with her at all was if she was on birth control, then she relented.

If you have read many of my stories, you already know how I felt about rushing into marriage. I was NOT in favor of it, and suddenly, it was the only thing on Naomi's mind. Well, almost the only thing. The other thing that suddenly appeared was the green head of jealousy. Naomi was suddenly aware every time another girl even glanced at me. If they flirted with me (which girls at BYU did all the time), then she would turn murderous. Who needed a fire-breathing dragon tied to them with a short leash.

Naomi was a great fuck. There were no two ways about that. But she had way too much drama in her life for my tastes. It didn't take long for me to realize that marrying Naomi would be a huge mistake ... one that I didn't intend to make. The last time she stayed at my apartment, we spent most of the weekend talking (yes, there was still plenty of sex). I was telling her why it wouldn't work between us while she tried to convince me that it would.

Luckily, I had hidden all of the sharp objects in my apartment because, if I hadn't, I might not have come out of the weekend alive. On Sunday, I drove her (and all of her stuff) back to her dorm and dropped her off. I kissed her right in front of the dorm entrance (even though she was crying), so other girls could see, and then turned and walked away for the last time.

The next Saturday was graduation. My family came to see me graduate, and then I went with them to their place to spend a week before flying out to my new job in the Philippines.

Chapter 43 -- Lucy

When I graduated from BYU, I had to make some choices. One choice that I was offered was as a civilian working at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. I took it, and I was soon back at Clark, this time on a permanent (or so I thought) basis.

I got myself an apartment in Angeles City a couple of blocks away from Fields Avenue. I was familiar with how things worked in the Fields Avenue area, and I felt that there would always be plenty of romantic (or sexual) opportunities for me there.

I was walking down Fields Avenue on my way to a café when I saw a familiar sight. Lucy was standing at the edge of the street holding a small bag and looking confused. That was almost always indicative of a girl who had come to AC because of a job offer that turned out to be different than she expected.

I introduced myself and asked her if there was anything I could do to help. Lucy broke down into tears almost immediately. "I don't know what to do," she cried. I asked her name, and she told me, "I'm sorry. My name is Lucy."

I asked, "Have you eaten today?" which put her at ease, but she shook her head, "No."

I asked if it would be OK if I took her to dinner, since that was where I was going anyway. Lucy nodded her assent, and I took her bag to carry it for her. When we arrived at the café, I ordered for both of us, and then we got to know each other. I had heard her story so many times before that I probably could have told her what had happened to her.

Lucy had a job offer as a domestic helper, but when she got to the address she had been given, it was a bar, and the job was for a bar girl. Needless to say, she was very confused and very frustrated. She had no money, no way home and no place to stay. I told her that she didn't need to worry about where she could stay. My apartment was only a few blocks away. I had a big bed and a nice bathroom. Maybe we could figure out her other problems later on.

At first, she was very reluctant to take me up on my offer of a bed, but then I asked what her other options were. Lucy had none, except maybe to sleep on the street. So, she eventually accepted my offer to sleep in my apartment. I'm sure she was planning to sleep on a couch or something, but I had no couch.

By the time Lucy was done eating, I knew that she had never had a boyfriend, that she had just graduated from high school, and that her parents expected her to send money to them. Maids didn't make much in the Philippines, but then their expenses were low too, so she would likely send the bulk of her pay home.

We walked back to my apartment as it was getting dark. As we entered, Lucy said that she liked the kitchenette apartment. I'm sure that she noticed that the only place to sit or sleep was on my bed. I fixed up a couple of drinks (OJ, ice and Everclear for her and just OJ and ice for me).

Lucy took her drink and downed it quickly, so I made her another, keeping her glass full as long as she was thirsty. Lucy opened right up to me. She was very disappointed in her situation, but I told her it could be worse. At least she didn't already have a contract that she would have to pay back to a bar. It turned out that her father had loaned her the money for bus fare, and he expected to be paid back, so she would have to find a job somewhere.

I told her that I worked on the base, and that I could post her name and job desire on the bulletin board if she would like that. She loved that idea. After four or five drinks, Lucy was becoming very mellow. She lay back on my bed.

Lucy asked if I was married, and then when I answered, "No," she asked why I wasn't married. I told her that I just hadn't found the right girl yet, but that I was still looking. That brought a smile to her face, and I'm sure that she was picturing herself filling that role.

I asked her what she was looking for in a husband, and she said, "My needs are simple. I want a husband who can support me and our family, and it would be nice if he was handsome." Then Lucy giggled and blushed. "I just threw that last part in because you are so handsome."

I thanked her for the compliment, and asked if I could kiss her. Lucy nodded, and I leaned in for a romantic kiss. I was not disappointed, and from her reaction, I don't think she was disappointed either. The kiss lasted for more than a minute, and though it started with just lips together, it heated up to tongue play as we continued.

Lucy sighed as we broke the first kiss and said, "That was wonderful. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure," I replied. May I kiss you some more?" She smiled and closed her eyes.

The second kiss heated up considerably as our tongues got involved and my hands started to wander around her body. As with many virgins, her hands came up to defend her breasts at first, but then Lucy relaxed and used her arms to pull me closer instead of using them to fend me off. My hands found the opening between her blouse and her skirt, and then I was massaging her breasts with nothing but her bra between us.

I wanted to keep it slow because I didn't want to scare her, but when I pulled her away from the pillow to unhook her bra in the back, Lucy didn't resist. Now, I had free access to her breasts. She did still have her top and bra covering her, but after I had massaged her for some time, I slipped her arms out of the top and the bra at the same time.

With her top and bra up around her neck, I kissed my way down to her nipples. Lucy gasped loudly, but then relaxed as I suckled her nipples, switching from side to side. She eventually got tired of having things around her neck, and she removed the top and bra herself as I continued to suckle her nipples.

Lucy settled down on the bed with her arms drawing my head closer to her breasts. Of course, I was doing everything I could with my hands to stimulate her, and she was getting very wet. Lucy hadn't even noticed that there was a bath towel under her on the bed. It simplifies things later, so I have made it a habit to have a towel laid out on top of the sheets whenever I make the bed.

My hands went to work on her pussy through her panties as I suckled her nipples and played with her breasts. At first, Lucy squirmed away from my hand, but then the pleasurable sensations overcame her reluctance. She stopping moving her pussy around (except to rock her hips) and her hands went back to my head to hold me tight to her breast.

The drinks were making her much more relaxed. I managed to unzip her skirt without her even noticing, and then I slowly slid it (along with her panties) down her legs toward her feet. When they were dangling on her ankles, I left them and resumed playing with her pussy. Lucy resisted my hand again for a moment, but once again relaxed and let me have my way with her pussy.

My fingers were alternating between her clit and her vaginal entrance, keeping everything wet and highly stimulated. Her hips were starting to rock against me. Her skirt and panties fell off of one foot, and she kicked them off the other. I doubt Lucy was even conscious of what she was doing.

I kissed my way down past her small patch of soft pubic hair to her pussy and licked her clitoris. Like so many others, Lucy probably would have told me it was dirty, but when my tongue touched her clitoris, any thoughts of protesting left her mind. It was obvious from the start that she loved the feelings I was giving her. Lucy became so relaxed that I'm not sure that she was aware of anything other than the sensations she was feeling between her legs.

Her hips were slowly rocking against my tongue at first, and then she sped up as I quickened my pace. My finger was also at work on her hymen, but I didn't want to hurt her. It was during this time that I was able to take off my shirt, pants and boxers, leaving me naked between her legs. She started to shake, and I knew that she was about to climax, so I quickened the pace even more.

That took her over the edge, and Lucy had her first orgasm. I slid up to kiss her as she orgasmed, and I positioned my cockhead at her vaginal entrance. Once it was wet, I forcefully pressed the tip of my cock into her, tearing her hymen quickly and almost painlessly. My cock was soon bottomed out against her cervix.

Lucy might have screamed a little, but my mouth was covering hers as I drove my cock past her thin barrier, so all I heard was a squeal. Lucy soon relaxed again, though, and I kept my position deep inside of her vagina until the initial shock had passed.

When I ended the latest kiss, she said, "I didn't tell you that you could do that."

I replied, "You didn't tell me that I couldn't. You were agreeable to everything else we did, and I'm pretty sure you will like this too."

"OK," Lucy said, and I moved my cock in her just a little bit. "I thought it would hurt more. Everybody told me it would hurt bad, but this didn't. It was like a small pinch."

"Thank you," I replied. "That is quite a compliment."

"I am the one who should be thankful," Lucy said. "I just hope now you won't throw me out once we are done."

"Don't worry," I replied. "I won't be throwing you out anytime soon."

I lengthened my strokes and was thrusting deeper into her with every repetition. Her hips were really starting to drive against my every thrust. There is nothing better than when a woman's body first awakens and just automatically does the right things. Lucy's body must have been strong on instinct.

We fucked for about ten minutes before I could feel Lucy's body starting to shake under me. That set me off, and I orgasmed right along with her, pressing my cockhead firmly against her cervix as my balls pumped large amounts of sperm deep into her womb. I was in paradise, and Lucy had taken me there.

I leaned down to kiss her one more time before rolling to the side, but Lucy rolled right with me, keeping my cock locked deep inside of her pussy. My cock was still pulsing inside of her, and she pressed down on it to keep it seated against her cervix as the last of my seed filled her.

Lucy closed her eyes, but before we fell asleep she said, "I love you. This is exactly how I dreamed it would feel to be with my husband."

Well, I didn't realize that I had even proposed yet, but I fell asleep with this cute little girl wrapped around my body. I was sure that we would have many more repeats of this scenario in the future. However, I would wait to see how it played out before committing to anything.

In the middle of the night, Lucy woke up and was rubbing her pussy against my groin, "I love you, Pete," she whispered. I knew that I wouldn't get much sleep, so I rolled onto my back, and Lucy straddled my hips with her legs. Lucy was also nuzzling my chest. I pulled her toward me, so I could kiss her, and in doing so, her pussy slid up over my cock, with the tip lodging against her vaginal entrance. She rocked her hips just as I thrust up into her. "That feels so good," she sighed as my cock slid deep into her pussy.

If you have to be awake during the middle of the night, there is no better way to spend your time than this. I had to agree with Lucy. It really did feel so good. Her pussy had plenty of natural lubrication, and my cock was sliding easily into and out of her depths.

We made love in slow motion. I was letting her control the action, and she wanted to feel every moment of pleasure and every small movement inside of her. Lucy wanted to feel the head of my cock as it entered into and retreated from her depths. She wanted to savor the sensations making love was giving her.

It was funny because as slow as she was making love to me, she still climaxed in about the same amount of time and dragged me right along with her. Once my cock started erupting in her vagina, I pulled her to me so the tip of my cock would be sealed tightly to her cervix causing my sperm to shoot deep into her womb. When my orgasm was done, I quickly fell asleep again.

She slept on top of me. Lucy was so light that I hardly felt her there until she would start sliding on my cock again. That happened one more time before my alarm went off in the morning. It wasn't like the old days at Clark, when I would get up, get showered and go for a run. I no longer had to keep myself in top physical condition, and I had put on a few pounds since I gotten out of the Air Force. I still ran, but not as often and not as far.

We got a shower together in the morning. I had to work that day, but I told Lucy that I would be back later in the afternoon. I told her there was food in the fridge that she could eat for breakfast and lunch and that I would take her to dinner.

I took her information, so I could post a card on the bulletin board stating that she wanted a job as a domestic helper, a maid or nanny. I put my office phone number on the card, just in case somebody replied. Sure enough, I got two replies before quitting time. I gave them the details about Lucy, and set up an interview for her with the first person that called. When I got home that afternoon, I gave her the good news, and told her that she had an interview right after dinner. I decided it would be best for her to meet them at the restaurant where we would be eating. Then, there was no way Lucy could be late for the interview.

The couple that wanted Lucy arrived at the restaurant just after we finished our dinner. I made the introductions and then went outside while they talked. I guess the couple really wanted her because they hired her on the spot. Since they lived in base housing, they needed to get Lucy set up to work on base. That would take about three days to accomplish, so she would stay with me until then.

For Lucy, this was good news/bad news. She was happy that I had found work for her so quickly, but she was sad that she wouldn't be able to spend more time with me. No matter what choices you make in life, there are always costs for each choice you make. It is a 'road less traveled' thing.

We said goodbye to the couple that Lucy would be working for, paid the bill and headed back to my apartment. Like Lucy, I was happy that she got a job so quickly, but sad that our time together would soon be over.

We talked about the new job. They were going to pay her about double the going rate for domestic helpers, so she could save money as well as sending some home. I warned her that she should never tell her parents how much she was making or they would just ask for more money (that was how things were done in the Philippines). The couple had two small children that Lucy would care for, and she would also have some light housekeeping duties. Over all, it was a good setup for her.

When we entered my apartment, Lucy turned, kissed me passionately, and told me that she loved me. She then pulled the zipper down her back and let her dress drop to the floor. Then, she unhooked her bra and slid her panties down and off her feet. She turned toward the bed and said, "What are you waiting for? I'm ready for love."

I was very surprised at how quickly she had become a horny woman, but I set a speed record for pulling off my clothes and following her onto the bed. Tonight, there was no towel on the bed because there would be no blood. Lucy pulled me to her and wanted me to enter her immediately, but I had other ideas. I lowered my head between her legs and went after her clitoris.

"Why do you want to do that?" she asked. "It is dirty." There it was. I had to explain to her that is wasn't dirty and that her juices were very sweet. I told her that any good lover should do this for his partner, and any that didn't was not worthy of her time.

Lucy accepted that and let me continue. I'm not sure if it was the logic that convinced her or the strong sensations that my mouth was providing around her clitoris that did it. In any event, she was locked onto my head in no time, pulling my head toward her pussy.

I let her have a full orgasm just on my mouth before I inserted two fingers into her vagina to start rubbing her G-spot as I continued to suck her clitoris. After several minutes of that, Lucy had another huge orgasm, and I thought I was going to lose hair. I moved up over her, and pressed my cock into her vaginal entrance.

Lucy was still climaxing as I started thrusting and withdrawing energetically. Her climax continued for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, was only a few minutes. I couldn't hold out for very long with her pussy spasming on my cock, and when my climax came, I shot load after load of my sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb. For me, it was over very quickly, but I was in paradise while it lasted.

We lay there in each other's arms until we drifted off to sleep. Just as we had the first night, we woke several times to make love again. We were together for two more nights, and every night we made love at least three or four times.

By the morning that she was to go to the base, she was deeply in love with me, and reconsidering her decision to take the job. I convinced her that she had to take responsibility for her debt to her father, and that she needed to experience life outside of her parents' house before she settled down to get married. The nanny/maid job was the perfect place for her to do that. It would be a sheltered environment, but Lucy would be exposed to a lot of new things and new people.

Her new employer was waiting at the base gate when we arrived, and after a quick kiss, she carried her bag to his car for the ride to their quarters. I would never see Lucy again, but I heard that she fell in love with the small children she took care of for her employers. She was with them for several years until they transferred to another assignment back in the US, and then they offered to take her with them. She accepted the offer, and I suppose that she is now a US citizen.

Chapter 44 -- Missy, Julie and Sue

With Lucy gone, I went back to my routine life at Clark. I decided that it was best to just forget her. She would get over her professed love for me, and I would be able to concentrate on other girls. Don't get me wrong. I was very fond of Lucy, but I wasn't fully in love with her. However, it didn't take long before I found another girl to pique my interest in Missy.

I had gone back to the Catholic church in Angeles City, and was just sitting by myself when Missy and two of her friends came up and sat next to me. Missy was closest to me on the pew, and her girlfriends kept pushing her closer. There was a lot of giggling. I introduced myself to them, "Hi. I'm Pete," and they all gave me their names. Next to me was Missy and next to her were Julie and Sue.

They wanted to know everything about me, but we were in the church, so I didn't want to create a scene. We walked outside and sat on a bench in the shade near the church. Again, Missy was beside me on the bench, and her friends sat on the other side of her. I guess they liked what they saw and heard because her friends started saying that I should go someplace with Missy.

I suggested that the two of us go get a sandwich at a little café I knew. She immediately asked if her friends could go with us, but I said, "The invitation is just for you. Maybe we can take your friends another time. So, would you like to go with me?" She blushed, but then she nodded her head, "Yes." She said goodbye to her friends and we took a trike to one of the cafés on Fields Avenue.

We talked a lot while we ate, and I learned a lot about her. Missy was an only child who lived with her mother but she didn't know her father. All she knew was that her mother said he was a mistake. Her mother was one of the 'church ladies' for the parish. Every parish has them. You know the ones I mean. She was involved in everything around the church, from participating in the Mass to collecting money to cleaning around the church to volunteering in the church office.

I asked her what her mother would think about her being with me, and she replied, "She would be happy. My mother has always told me to find an American to marry. It has always been my dream as well."

I laughed, "Don't you think we are getting ahead of ourselves?"

"Maybe," she replied, "But I have already decided that I want you. Doesn't that count for something?"

"Yes," I said. "It certainly does count for something. Would you like to go back to my apartment with me? We could get to know each other a whole lot better."

"I have never been to a man's room before. Are you sure you want me to go with you?"

"Yes," I said. "I am sure." I paid the bill and we walked back to my apartment. Once we were inside, I asked Missy to take off her shoes, so we wouldn't track dirt into the apartment. She complied, starting the process of undressing herself for me.

Missy sat on the bed while I mixed drinks at the kitchen counter. Then we sat together on the bed and talked and drank our drinks. She liked the orange juice mix, but drank much more slowly than other girls had. Nevertheless, I kept her drink full as we talked. I learned more about her hopes and dreams. Missy wanted a big family because she felt lonely growing up as an only child. She wanted a husband who would always be there for their children. She wanted a nice home, not necessarily a huge house, but someplace where she could raise a large family comfortably. In other words, she just wanted a simple life, but she was hoping for a better life than the one she had grown up in.

I leaned over toward her and kissed her lips. It wasn't a spectacular kiss, but was romantic enough to impress her. "Wow," Missy said. "I wasn't expecting that."

I knew that it was likely her first kiss, and Missy quickly confirmed it. I leaned in again, and this time I pulled her head toward me with my hand. Her mouth opened to breathe, and I let my tongue explore the inside of her mouth. That startled Missy for a moment, but then she settled down and kissed me back. Pretty soon, our tongues were dancing between our mouths and the kiss had become passionate.

"You are a good kisser," she said.

"It takes two to make a good kiss," I replied. "Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes," Missy said. "It made me feel funny all over, though. Why is that?"

I answered, "Your lips are connected to all of the other pleasure centers in your body. When one is stimulated, all feel it."

I leaned in again for another kiss. This time, I lay her back on the bed and covered her with my body. My hands caressed her sides, including her side boobs. Missy was moaning into the kiss. I got even more adventurous, and my hand slid up over her breast to massage her nipple and her soft tit-flesh.

Missy sighed, "Oh, Pete, that feels wonderful."

I took that as her consent to be touched and asked her to unbutton her blouse for me, so I could touch her breasts. Missy complied without hesitation, and soon her blouse and bra were laying on the floor next to the bed. My lips found her nipples, and Missy was soon writhing under me, pushing her breasts into my mouth.

"Oh my God," she cried. In an instant, Missy had forgotten all about her Church upbringing and was in pursuit of the pleasure that I was offering her. My hand had settled on her panty-covered pussy, and she didn't even wait to be asked before she slid her skirt and panties down her legs and off. Missy was definitely ready to be loved.

After I had suckled her nipples for a while and stimulated her vulva with my fingers, I slid down to face her pussy and drew her clit into my mouth. I thought Missy was going to suck all of the air out of the room the way she gasped. Her legs came up to clutch my head between them as she fell quickly into her first orgasm. All she could manage was gurgling sounds. No other sounds would come out.

I kneeled in front of her, and pulled off all of my clothes as she watched. I'm sure that Missy thought I was about to enter her immediately, and she was smiling as my cock came into view, but that wasn't the case. I went back to sucking her clit and labia as my finger explored her vaginal entrance and her hymen.

Missy was consumed by the pleasure she was feeling. She had never felt anything like it and didn't even have any idea that this much pleasure existed in the world. Her legs were spread wide, and then Missy grasped my head with her hands as the waves of pleasure washed over her during her first climax.

My finger made its way into the small hole in Missy's hymen to the first knuckle to rub the inside of her vagina. Her hymen hadn't torn yet, but it was certainly stretched to its limit and causing her some discomfort. I continued to suck on her clit until she started climaxing in earnest, so that covered up the small discomfort she was feeling. Once Missy was shaking uncontrollably under me, I released her clit and moved up over her.

Now, I was ready to take her virginity, but I wanted her consent. I rubbed my cockhead around in her juices until it was wet. Then, I reached for her hand and placed it on my cock. "Guide it into your entrance for me." She did, rubbing my cock into her vaginal entrance. I asked, "Are you ready to become a woman?"

"Yes," Missy whispered. I thrust forward through her hymen and deep into her vagina. Missy screamed (more of a squeak), but the worst was already over. She hugged me to her, kissing me as some tears rolled down her cheeks. Instead of pushing me away, though, Missy was pulling me deeper into her body, wanting all of my cock in her pussy.

When my cock bottomed out against her cervix, I paused. She needed to get used to the large intruder that was filling her vagina for the first time. That soon came to an end as she pulled away and then pushed down against my cock again, taking it even deeper.

Missy was smiling through her tears as she met my thrusts by rocking her hips against me. Every stroke went deeper into her vagina until there was no more stretch left, and my cockhead started to press against her cervix. Once my cock was at full depth, we continued thrusting and withdrawing until I felt the seed rising in my balls.

I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix, and started pumping spurt after spurt of seed deep into her womb. Missy replied with her own orgasm, and her pussy was milking me dry as I gave her my seed. We lay there entwined in each other's arms for a while until I needed to pee. I got up and asked Missy if she would like a shower. She once again complied with my wishes. Like so many other virgins I had been with, this girl was completely submissive.

We went into the bathroom to use the toilet and then got into the shower together. Missy's pussy was fairly sore from fucking for the first time, so I restricted my activities in the shower to just soaping her up and rinsing her off. OK, I might have suckled her breasts some more, keeping her nipples hard and giving her a few hickeys on her breasts, but who wouldn't?

We got out of the shower and dried off. Missy noticed the blood spots on the towel that had been under her, and took it into the bathroom to wash it. When she returned to the bedroom, I asked her if she would like to stay for the night, or if not, where she would like me to drop her off. I was hoping that I wouldn't have a meet up so soon with her mother, but that wasn't what she wanted anyway.

She had me drop her off at Julie's house, where both of her friends were hanging out. Apparently, they wanted to know all of the details about our afternoon. They were speaking in their mother tongue, so I could only understand a word every now and then, but I understood enough to get the gist of their conversation.

Julie kept looking at me, and I could tell it was more than just curiosity. She even asked (in English) where I lived. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable having Missy's girlfriend flirting with me in front of Missy. Somehow, though, Missy never caught on to what Julie was doing.

I told Missy to come see me in a few days, and we would see where this could lead. Julie was listening, and she figured out that Missy wouldn't be going to my place until the next weekend. She put a plan in place to steal her friend's boyfriend (if that was what I was).

I left, and when I returned to my apartment building the next afternoon, I was surprised to see Julie standing there waiting for me. I asked her if anything was wrong, and she asked if we could talk in my apartment. I thought, "Sure. Why not?"

When we got to my apartment, Julie asked if I loved Missy. I told her honestly that I didn't. She replied that was good, because she didn't want to mess things up if I was actually in love with Missy. I asked her what this was all about. She stood up next to the bed where we had been sitting and pulled off her clothes, all of them. She said, "This is what this is about. I want you to make love to me like you did with Missy.

"Oh," I said. "Well, you have certainly come dressed for it. May I ask you to undress me as well? I want to make sure that you are serious about you wanting me to take your virginity."

I stood up and Julie came over to me and pulled off my shirt, then my pants and finally my boxers. I said, "It certainly appears that you are serious. How much experience do you have with men?"

"None," she replied. "Zero. That is why I am so jealous of Missy. I've never even been kissed."

"I see." I said. "Then let's start at the beginning." With that, I leaned in to kiss her. Julie didn't seem to be surprised by this and did her best to imitate kisses she had seen in the movies. She was still awkward, though, as only actual experience teaches you how to kiss properly. I slowed her down and let my tongue dance in her mouth before sucking her tongue into mine.

"Goodness," Julie uttered. "That was nice. Can we do it some more?"

"We certainly can," I said as I leaned Julie back onto my bed. Centering her pussy over the towel, I leaned her back until she was lying flat on her back. She automatically spread her legs, so I could fit between them. I hadn't planned to take her so quickly, but one glance at her wet pussy told me that she was already more than ready.

I slid my cockhead around in her natural lubrication and thrust quickly up into her vaginal entrance. She gasped, but made no other sound as my cock sank fully into her. Julie drew her legs up, so her knees were near her armpits, which gave me a better angle into her vagina. She hadn't expected me to take her so quickly and with no foreplay, but she experienced very little pain as I penetrated her hymen and slid all the way in until my cock was pressed tight against her cervix.

I let her get used to my cock being buried in her vagina before I started to slide in and out of her. Julie didn't yet know how to rock her hips to meet my thrusts, and it took her a while to catch on. When she did, her moves ensured that my thrusts into her core went as deep as possible. I was into a smooth rhythm and fucking her for all I was worth.

When I felt my seed rising, I thought that she might not climax, and I was right. My cock shot spurt after spurt of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb without her ever climaxing. Julie said afterwards that she had enjoyed it, but she wasn't sure what all the fuss was about.

I decided to eat her pussy after we showered together. I dried her off and lay her on my bed. She thought I was going to fuck her again and spread her legs. Instead of mounting her, though, I brought my lips between her legs and started sucking her clitoris. If that wasn't enough of a surprise for her, I reached up to tweak her nipples while I sucked her clitoris.

Next, I scrambled up to suckle her nipples while using my fingers to stimulate her pussy. That just about sent her over the edge, but I had more in store for her. When Julie started moaning from my suckling her breasts, I switched again, my lips landing again on her clitoris and used my thumbs and forefingers to knead her nipples at the same time I was sucking her clitoris into my mouth. This time, she came so hard that she just about exploded. Julie said that she literally saw stars as she climaxed

Only then did I slide my cock back into her pussy. Julie was still orgasming with wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her as I drilled her repeatedly with my cock, pressing as deeply as I could before spraying her womb with my sperm. She didn't come back down from her high until my seed had all been emptied through her cervix and deep into her womb. Julie was hooked.

"OK," she said. "Now I understand what the fuss is all about. Can we do this a lot?"

I laughed. "Only if you bring Sue over some time with you."

"Deal," she said. "Sue wanted to come with me this time. I thought it might be too much."

I asked, "Are you going to fall in love with me?"

"I hadn't thought about that," she replied.

"Then don't," I added. "You can either bring Sue over or just have her come by herself tomorrow. I take it that she is also a virgin?"

"Yes," Julie replied. "All three of us were virgins until yesterday. Now, Sue is the only one left"

"That's too bad," I said. "There aren't any other virgins in your church group?"

Julie cocked her eye at me, "You want more virgins?"

"Yes, please," I replied. "For every virgin you bring to me or send my way, you can make love to me again, but only virgins. I don't want any whores in my bed."

"I understand," she said. "I know a lot of virgins. My school was full of them before we graduated." Then she added, "Only having sex with virgins is smart. That way, you won't catch any diseases. I will see how many virgins I can find for you."

"Sending Sue over tomorrow will count as your first," I told her. "You can come back to my apartment day after tomorrow, if you wish."

"Oh, I do," she replied. "What time do you want me to come?"

I get home at about 5:30." I said. "That would be good."

"OK," she replied. "I will send Sue over at that same time tomorrow."

"That sounds good to me," I said. Julie took another quick shower, dressed, and then she was out the door. The next afternoon, Sue was waiting for me outside of my apartment building. "Julie sent me," she said.

We went up to my apartment, and I immediately started undressing in front of her. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Didn't you come here to lose your virginity?" I asked.

"Well, yes, I did." She replied.

"Then take off your clothes and let's have some fun," I said. Sue immediately started taking her clothes of and laying them on the night stand. When both of us were naked, I went to her. I caressed her breasts with my hands as I tenderly kissed her. Sue almost melted in my arms.

I lay her down on her back over the towel, and then started kissing her more passionately. I'm sure that Sue thought I was going to take her virginity first, like I had with Julie, but I wanted the final destination to be a surprise for her. I kissed her passionately, letting our tongues dance, and then I kissed her earlobes and neck on my way to her breasts. I may have even given Sue a hickey on the side of her neck that she would have to cover up for the next week or so.

When I arrived at her breasts, I drew her nipples into my mouth, suckling each several times and kissing her breasts all over. Sue was moaning by then, and her hands were trying to direct my head to whichever nipple she thought needed attention.

My hands were busy getting to know her pussy as my mouth got to know her breasts. It didn't take long before there was natural lubrication running out of her vaginal entrance. I moved down to her pussy and sucked in her clitoris as my fingers stretched the hole in her hymen. Sue was almost screaming for me to put it in when the first waves of her orgasm broke over her.

I quickly moved my cock to her vaginal entrance, lubricated it in her juices, and pressed it into her. She cried out as my hard shaft penetrated her inner sanctum, coming finally to rest against her cervix. The cockhead was pressed tightly against the entrance to her womb. I held steady there until Sue finally recovered from the shock of the initial entry.

"That hurt," she cried out.

"Sue," I reassured her. "The pain will go away quickly, and you will be left with only pleasure. You likely won't even remember the pain."

She lay there with my cock filling her until, at last, the pain started to fade. I let my cock slip out just a bit, but then thrust it back into her. Each stroke took my cock on a longer journey until it was slipping and sliding through the entire length of her vagina.

Sue's reflexes started kicking in as I thrust into her depths, and she began to rock her hips in time with my thrusts. Her actions drove my cock even deeper into her with every stroke. Even so, she was pleading to me to drive my cock into her even deeper and faster, so I did my best to satisfy her desires.

She was fast approaching a second orgasm when I felt my seed start to rise in my balls, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I could no longer hold back my orgasm. I used my fingers to stroke her clitoris as I continued to thrust my cock deep into her vagina, and that drove her into another strong orgasm. My orgasm quickly followed, and swept me away as I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix and my seed was shot deep into her womb. One more trip to paradise. Could there be anything better in the world?

As wave after wave of pleasure washed over both of us, we finally collapsed together on the bed. A bright red spot had formed on the towel under her pussy, giving evidence of her virginity being lost forever. I kissed her deeply to show her how I felt about her gift to me, Sue kissed me back passionately.

When we recovered, I took Sue into the bathroom for a shower. "Can we do that again sometime?" she asked.

"I don't see why not," I replied. I told her of the deal I had made with Julie that we could make love anytime she brought me or sent another virgin to me.

Sue, at first, questioned such a deal, but then realized that she knew a lot of virgins, so why not? She would get her pussy filled regularly by my cock, and I would be able to have new girls on a regular basis. Julie and Sue sent many virgins to my apartment, which made my life very interesting for a long time. I slept with Julie or Sue every time a new girl would come to my apartment and say, "Julie or Sue sent me." For that reason, I had a lot of sex with Julie and Sue over the years. Both of them got IUDs, so they wouldn't have to deal with birth control pills. I made it very clear to them that, if they had their IUD removed without telling me, they would be on their own with any resulting babies.

There were actually dozens of girls referred to me by Julie and Sue (and others who had been recruited by Julie or Sue), but recounting every one of them would be boring, since they mostly followed a set pattern (meet them, make love to them for a while, and move on to the next girl). Besides, I lost my journal for this period, so it would all have to be from memory, which may be confused. Therefore, I decided to leave those girls out of the story. It was a lot of fun having girls walk up to me and say, "(fill in the blank) sent me." It also made for some interesting moments when I was with another girl when they walked up.

Missy came back the following weekend, and we made love all weekend long. At the end of the weekend, she went home, not having received the proposal she was hoping for. She eventually lost interest in me, seeing that I wasn't likely to marry her any time soon. However, before she gave up entirely on me, I asked Missy if she would be interested in meeting a staff sergeant I knew on the base, and she was. I introduced them, they dated for a couple of months, and then they got married. I'm sure that he thought he had taken her virginity. In any event, Missy was soon pregnant, and they were well on their way to having the large family she wanted.

Chapter 45 -- Beth

Now that I was living in Angeles City full-time, the possibilities for meeting new girls seemed to be endless. The main thing to remember was that you had to always be aware of your surroundings and look for the available opportunities. Those opportunities didn't always come in familiar scenarios. Beth was one such girl who didn't fit any stereotype of a girl that I would be interested in, but was a lot of fun nevertheless.

I usually preferred my girls young and innocent, and on the small size in height, weight and build. It was what attracted me to Filipinas. Beth was none of those things. She stood about five-foot-six (which is taller than most Filipinos, let alone Filipinas), weighed maybe 160 pounds and had huge breasts (bigger than a DD-cup). She was, at 27, so she was also older than me. Like I said, Beth wasn't the usual Filipina that I would pursue.

However, Beth caught my attention anyway. I'm not even sure what it was that drew me to her. Maybe it was her glowing smile. Many Filipinas have nice, but less than perfect teeth, but Beth looked like she had just stepped out of an orthodontist's office. Her teeth were perfectly straight and gleaming white. They combined with her lips to form a beautiful smile.

Beth worked at a local store where I often shopped. She had worked there for some time and was a junior floor manager. It seemed like Beth was always happy, so it bothered me when I saw her crying one day. An angry customer had just called her fat and ugly after she stepped in to stop the customer from abusing one of her employees, and she didn't know how to handle it. She didn't think she was pretty, but she didn't see herself as ugly either. And fat? She was heavier than most, but fat? Still, if others thought that way about her, then maybe they had a point. It hurt her badly.

I just happened to be standing in her area when all of this happened, so I got involved. It hasn't ever been my way just to let bad things happen to people around me. First, I told the female customer who had insulted her that she was a no-class bitch, and she shouldn't even be allowed to shop in the store anymore. She gasped and stormed off in a huff. I doubt that she had ever been confronted on her bad behavior before.

I then told the senior manager who came over what I had seen and that I thought the customer owed Beth an apology. The manager wasn't used to a customer like me getting involved as I did, but he was impressed that I would stand up for Beth. He comforted Beth, and told her that nothing bad would come from this.

Beth wasn't used to being defended either. She had worked hard to get to the position she held at the store, and it wasn't because of somebody else helping her. She came over to me and said, "Thank you. You didn't have to do that."

The simple truth is that under most circumstance in the Philippines, the customer would likely get away with their rude behavior, and with a concocted story, might even get the employee fired. Employees have no real rights in the Philippines. That was why I stepped in when I did. I figured that Beth only had a chance to keep her job if the customer left. So, I ran the offending customer off.

I replied to Beth, "When I see a beautiful woman being insulted unfairly, I can't just stand by and let it happen."

She blinked. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied. You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen, and it is a shame to see it disappear." I had a thought. "Would you go with me to dinner tonight?"

This caught her off-guard. "I would like that very much," she replied. "What time and where will we meet?"

"Do you want me to pick you up here at the store, or would you rather get changed for dinner?" I asked.

"Both," she replied.

I get off at six, so pick me up then, and I will have you take me home so I can change. Would that be OK?"

"That would be perfect," I replied.

I was back at the store at six to meet her. We caught a trike to her apartment (that she shared with other girls). I stayed with the trike, and she ran up to change. Then, she returned and we were off to a restaurant.

"I should be the one paying for dinner. I owe you," she said.

"Nonsense," I replied. "I had been thinking about asking you out even before this incident happened. The thing with the rude customer just gave me an excuse to do so."

"You wanted to ask me out? Why? I'm not slim like most of the other girls here," she said.

"Your body is perfect for you." I said. "Slim is OK, but it can get boring. You have a real woman's body."

I guess that was the perfect thing to say because Beth leaned over in the trike and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you," she said.

We got out at an Italian restaurant in my neighborhood. Italian is always good if you want romantic. Think 'Lady and the Tramp.' We had a nice dinner. I even bought a bottle of sweet wine to go with dinner. Filipinas like sweet wines. I had one glass of wine, but I kept Beth's glass filled throughout dinner.

When we were finished with dinner, I asked Beth if she would like to see my apartment. She said, "Yes," and we walked the short distance to my apartment. Once inside, we took off our shoes to sit on the bed. Even though Beth was a manager at the store, she still didn't make much money (as is common in the Philippines). She shared an apartment smaller than mine with three other girls.

I went to the kitchen counter and fixed drinks. Beth liked the orange juice mixture that I made up for her. I went over and sat on the bed with her to talk. Between dinner and the conversation on my bed, I had learned a lot about Beth. One of the things I learned was that she was very attracted to me. Another was that she had never had a boyfriend.

It turned out that her dreams were like those of most Filipinas. Even though Beth was a manager, she didn't have dreams of high positions in business management, but rather dreamed of a quiet home with a faithful husband and a family. However, she had never been given the opportunity to fulfill her dreams before.

I could see that Beth was flirting with me as we talked on the bed, so I took a risk. I leaned in toward Beth, and kissed her on the lips. "Oh my," she exclaimed. "Would you believe that was my first kiss ever?"

"Really?" I asked. "A beautiful woman like you?"

She leaned in and kissed me back. This kiss became much more passionate than the first kiss. It was obvious that Beth was feeling her hormones and the alcohol in her body at this point. I leaned her back onto the bed as I kissed her, and she didn't resist at all.

My hands were massaging her breasts through her dress as we kissed, but she did nothing to stop me. Her hands were on my back pulling me toward her. I let one hand slip down past the hem of her dress to caress her bare legs, and Beth spread her legs to give me better access. Nice.

At this point, I was fairly sure that Beth would let me do whatever I wished with no resistance. My hands wandered around her body as we kissed, and her dress was now up around her waist. I had her sit up momentarily, and I unzipped her dress. She slid it off over her head and came back for another kiss.

As you might suspect, Beth's breasts were harnessed in a large bra, and when I unhooked the back, the bra (and her breasts within) literally sprang out at me. I pulled the bra straps from her arms and her breasts were mine for the taking. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth.

Beth had large areolas to match her breasts (which I didn't really care for), and her nipples were about the size of my thumbs, certainly a lot larger than any nipples I had seen in the Philippines. It was a lot of fun suckling them, and her reactions told me that she agreed. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, which surprised me. It had been my experience that smaller breasts were more sensitive, but it didn't seem to apply to Beth.

When I moved to push her panties down her legs, Beth not only didn't resist, but she actively assisted me. Once her panties were off completely, her legs spread widely to accommodate me between her legs. If I hadn't known that she had never had a boyfriend, I never would have guessed that she was a virgin.

Sure enough, though, her hymen was intact and blocking passage into her vaginal entrance. My fingers explored her for a few minutes before I remembered that I needed to get undressed too. I quickly stripped (with her assistance), so I could lay skin-on-skin with her.

I could tell what she wanted because she kept pulling me up to lay directly on her. Beth thought that the next step was for me to take her virginity, but I had a surprise for her. To the sound of her telling me, "That is dirty," I settled in to suck her clitoris into my mouth. Her protests soon died when she realized how much pleasure she was feeling. I found that was almost always the case.

I spent several minutes sucking, licking and fondling her pussy. In the process, her clitoris came fully out of its hood and the hole in her hymen was stretched (by me) enough to accommodate a finger inside far enough to rub her G-spot. Her body was being controlled by her pussy, which was being controlled by me.

Beth soon started to feeling the overwhelming waves of pleasure from her first orgasm. Instead of backing off, I intensified my ministrations to her pussy with both my mouth and my finger. It caused her orgasm to explode within her, and Beth was flopping all over my bed.

I crawled up between her legs and positioned the tip of my cock at Beth's vaginal entrance. Then, after pausing, I thrust hard into her vagina, sending the tip of my cock all the way up to her cervix. Beth barely even flinched, as her body was still in the midst of a powerful orgasm, and her only reaction to my penetration was to press hard back against me.

Given her unusual reaction, I started thrusting and withdrawing immediately. I would normally pause long enough for a girl to become accustomed to my cock filling her, but with her orgasm, that wasn't necessary or even desirable. Her hips immediately rocked to meet each of my thrusts, and my pace increased dramatically.

Beth was actually coming down from her orgasm as I pressed the tip of my cock tightly against her cervix and started shooting spurt after spurt of seed deep into her womb, but her reaction was to try to trap as much of my seed deep inside of her as possible by pressing her cervix even more against my cock as my seed was unloaded.

We had made a mess of my bed. Beth was so juicy that her fluids had soaked the sheets. I offered to take a shower together, and I cleaned Beth thoroughly before rinsing her and drying her off. When I was also clean and dry, I got dressed. Beth followed suit, and we were both ready to go. I stripped the linens off of my bed and replaced them with new linens. The soiled linens went into the laundry hamper. I would wash them later.

Once the apartment was returned to its original state, I offered to take Beth home. I'm sure that she would have liked to sleep with me that night, but we both had to work early the next morning. So, I got us a trike, and took her back to her apartment. I kissed her goodnight at her door, and went back to the trike and to my apartment.

Beth was fun for an evening, but there was really no attraction there for me (other than her virginity). She was a novelty and a distraction for one evening. I would go back to pursuing thin little Filipinas. Beth continued to work at the store for years after that. I would always say, "Hi," to her, and she would always reply courteously with a smile. Beth found a boyfriend, and she then got married and had children. I am sure that, with her breasts, her babies never had a lack of milk.