Chasing Paradise Ch. 46 - 50

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 46 - Tempest

Some guys think that it isn't possible to meet as many virgin Filipinas (and others) as I did, but once you learn the cues, it is easy to spot and pursue virgins (especially in Angeles City). Back in the 1960's and 1970's, most unmarried Filipinas (outside of the bars) were virgins, so it wasn't surprising that I found so many. It was also true that many Filipinas wanted to marry Americans (and that is still true today). That was a real advantage for me, since girls were often very willing to abandon the moral codes they had grown up with in order to catch an American man.

What can I say about Tempest? As her name would suggest, Tempest was a feisty little Filipina. I had long since learned that you can meet available Filipinas anywhere, so you needed to be open to opportunities. I met Tempest on the street in front of my apartment. She was just sitting there looking lost. I know that many will say there is no shortage of "lost" women on Fields Avenue in Angeles City, and that is true. But, Tempest wasn't on Fields Avenue where you would expect to meet these women.

I had just moved to an apartment about five blocks from Fields Avenue. That way, I was close enough to walk to bars and restaurants, but far enough away that nobody would find me unless I wanted them to find me. I now had a one-bedroom apartment with a big bathroom, a good kitchen and a small dining table. I still didn't have any seating/living room area because I preferred to have girls that I brought to my apartment sitting on my bed.

When I found Tempest, I introduced myself (as I often did), and asked if there was anything I could do to help her. She said she was waiting for a friend, so I went on my way. When I returned two hours later, she was still sitting in the same place, but this time she had tears in her eyes.

Her "friend" had come to pick her up, but had told her that the job she had been promised wasn't available any more. Instead, this "friend" had offered her work as a bar girl. Tempest didn't want that, so her "friend" left.

I sat next to her and talked with Tempest for a while, and I could tell that she was mad. She wasn't too particular what direction she pointed her anger either because she blasted me a couple of times just being mad at men in general. I didn't take anything she said personally because I knew that she was just venting, and I just happened to be the nearest vent.

When Tempest started to calm down, I asked her again if there was anything I could do to help, but she was so confused that she couldn't see what was being offered. Eventually, I asked her if she would like to come to my apartment to get something cold to drink while she thought about how she could solve her problems. She paused to consider that, but then accepted, and we went up to my apartment.

I think Tempest's biggest problem was that she was just extremely overtired. She hadn't slept in more than two days while she was traveling to Angeles City. When we got up to my apartment, I let her use the bathroom while I mixed up some orange juice and Everclear with ice for her. She was very thirsty, and drank three glasses before she even slowed down. I kept her glass refilled even after that. I lost track of how many glasses of the OJ mixture she drank.

I had her lay down on my bed, and I asked if she would like a massage. Tempest said she had never had one, but she said she was very tired, so she agreed. I started by rubbing her calves, which she loved (she had been on her feet for most of the trip), and then I massaged my way up her legs.

Tempest was falling asleep as I massaged her legs, and when I got to her butt, I asked if she would like me to take off her shorts. All I got in return was an, "Mmmm..." which I took to mean, "Yes."

I removed her shorts and her panties and proceeded to massage her butt really well. Sometimes she was moaning and other times she was quiet. I pushed her top up until her bra was in front of me. I asked if I should remove it, and just got an, "Mmmm..." in return again. I once more took that to mean, "Yes," and removed her top and her bra.

Now, Tempest was completely naked on my bed, and I continued her massage up her back to her neck. I asked her to roll over onto her back, but got no response, so I just rolled her over myself. It was really quite easy, and Tempest seemed to assist the movement to some degree.

I started to massage her front, working from her legs up, but when I got to her pussy, I slowed down and gave her extra care. Her juices were already flowing, and as my fingers massaged her vulva, her legs opened up. Tempest was once again moaning, and she moved as if in a dream. I took that to mean that she was enjoying the massage.

Her nipples were standing out from her breasts, and I couldn't resist sucking them into my mouth, giving each nipple its due before switching to the other and back again. Tempest was breathing heavily and her legs had pulled up and splayed out. Tempest appeared to be completely open to anything I wanted to do.

After suckling her nipples for a while, I moved down to her pussy again, sucking in her clit and using my fingers at her vaginal entrance. Tempest was obviously a virgin, but she was showing all the signs that she was ready to change that. I was able to press my finger far enough into the hole in her hymen that I was stroking the top of her vagina inside. She was starting to moan loudly, so I kept up my ministrations.

I realized that I was still fully clothed, so I stripped off all of my own clothes. When I was naked, I rubbed my cock around in her natural lubrication until it was quite wet. Then I asked her, "Do you want me to go further?"

Again, Tempest only replied with "Mmmm..." I took that as a, "Yes."

I started pressing my cock into her vaginal entrance, slowly stretching her hymen until it was no longer in front of my cock but rather around it. Amazingly, I never tore her hymen. It just stretched out of the way as my cock slid into her vagina. Once that barrier was overcome, I continued to press my cock into her until it bottomed out, firmly seated against her cervix.

I gave Tempest's pussy a couple of short strokes to properly seat my cock at full depth, and then I started lengthening my strokes until my cock was sliding in and out of her almost its full length. Had I withdrawn any further between thrusts, my cock would surely have fallen out of her. This went on for several minutes until her pussy was absolutely flowing with natural lubrication.

Tempest wasn't participating much in the action, but her hips were giving weak rocks as I thrust into her repeatedly and she was moaning. When I started getting close to the end, feeling the seed rise up in my balls, I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix and pumped spurt after spurt of my seed deep into her waiting womb and beyond. It had been a few nights since I last had a girl in my room, so I was full of sperm, and I shot all of it into her womb in numerous spurts.

It would have been nice if she would have climaxed, but she didn't. After my cock went limp and slid out of her pussy, I got a damp towel and cleaned up around her pussy and bottom. Then I put her panties and bra back on her with minimal trouble. Lastly, I pulled her top back onto her upper torso and slid her shorts back up her legs until they were fastened snugly around her hips.

Then, pulling a sheet over us, and laying my hand over her to hold her breast, I fell asleep. Tempest woke during the night and went into the bathroom for a while. When she returned, she only had her top and panties on. She had removed her bra and her shorts. She snuggled her back against me, letting her butt sit right against my cock. She also put my hand back on her breast. I thought she might start something, but she quickly fell asleep again.

In the morning, Tempest was still in that position when she awoke. She turned and said, "Good morning, handsome man. That must have been a good massage because I am feeling relaxed even inside of my body."

I asked if she remembered anything past the massage, and she said, "No, but I had wonderful feelings in my sleep. Thank you so much for taking such good care of me."

I asked if she would like to get a shower together, and she asked, "Do we know each other that well?"

I replied, "There is no time like the present to get better acquainted."

She laughed, but said she thought she should shower alone. I put on a frowny face and said, "That is so disappointing."

Tempest replied, "Well, if you want it that much, then I will leave it up to you. Can you wash my back if I let you shower with me?"

I certainly will," I answered.

Tempest went into the bathroom first, stopped at the toilet, and then got into the shower. She didn't know how to operate the controls, so she let me adjust the water temperature when I got into the shower.

"This is the first time I have ever been naked with a man, but I feel like I owe you so much for taking good care of me last night." She said. "So many men would have taken advantage of the situation, but I felt perfectly safe with you all night."

"Thank you for the compliment," I replied.

I got Tempest all wet and then soaped her up completely. Her hands came to her defense a few times when my hands spent too much time on a breast or lingered too near her pussy. After I rinsed her thoroughly, I asked her to wash me. She did an outstanding job, but stayed away from my cock and balls. I asked if she wasn't going to wash there too, and she said she wasn't sure if I would want her to wash there.

I said, "Of course, I want you to wash everywhere," so she soaped up my cock and balls along with everything else.

She asked, "Is it always this big and hard?"

I laughed, "No, it is big and hard because you are in the shower with me and touching it." She pulled her hand away, but I pulled it back and placed it on my cock again. "Please don't stop. It feels good," I said.

Tempest was curious but hesitant at the same time. It was obvious that she liked the feel of my cock, but was afraid that she would hurt me. I explained the mechanics of a cock and balls to her, and then she was a lot more free around my cock.

When I was fully rinsed, I asked her if she would like to try something new. She asked, "Will it hurt?" I told her that I didn't think it would, but if it did I would stop immediately. She nodded that I could proceed.

I turned her so she was facing the shower wall, and extended her hands out to the wall to brace herself. Then, I slid my cock around on her vulva until it found her vaginal entrance. It only took a small amount of pressure before my cock started sliding into her vagina, burying itself until it bottomed out against her cervix.

"Oh, wow!" Tempest squealed. "That didn't hurt at all. I thought it was supposed to hurt the first time."

"You are one of the lucky few," I replied. Your hymen just stretched rather than tore, so there was no pain."

"Is there more?" she asked.

I laughed again, "Yes, there is a lot more, but I promise you there is no chance of any pain from here on in." With that, I slowly withdrew and then thrust back deep into her vagina. Tempest's eyes were wide open this morning, and she was fully aware that she was being fucked, but she was only feeling pleasure, so she was perfectly okay with it.

I increased the speed, depth and tempo of my thrusts until I was jackhammering into her pussy, and her hips were thrusting back against my every stroke. There was no doubt that she was feeling it this morning, and she was vocal about it too. I was assisting her by rubbing her clitoris with my fingers, and there were a multitude of moans and squeals coming from her mouth. As the speed and depth of my thrusts increased, so did the volume of her rapture. She broke under the force of her orgasm before I did, but I followed quickly behind her.

She was moaning, "I never knew. I never knew. I never knew." as I pumped my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. When my climax finally came to an end, Tempest turned her head to me and said, "You have changed my life. May I stay with you for a while?"

"Yes," I answered. "You may stay with me until you figure out how to resolve you problems."

"If you let me stay," Tempest replied, "I may not have any problems. I came here looking for a job and I found paradise instead."

"I think you still need to find that job," I said. "You need to be able to support yourself if nobody else will."

"OK," she answered. "I guess that makes sense."

My cock finally slipped out of her pussy. I handed her the soap and asked her to wash and rinse us both one more time. When she was finished, I wrapped a big fluffy towel around her and led her back to the bed.

It was a Saturday, so I didn't have to be anywhere. We lay on the bed, and she laid her head on my shoulder as I lay on my back. I was soon asleep again, comfortable with having Tempest next to me. It is funny how a warm Filipina can make you comfortable instead of hot. The best part was that now we were both naked on the bed. There would not be anything between us as long as she stayed with me, and that included clothes.

How is it that a Filipina can go from virgin to lover in a heartbeat? I don't know the answer, but I have seen it happen so many times that I no longer doubt that it happens. Girls who have never even thought of sex can become active and enthusiastic lovers after just one pleasurable coupling.

Some people think that a girl who switches on to sex so quickly was already a whore in her heart, but I think a whore is a woman who is willing to sleep with anybody and everybody, not a woman who freely gives her heart and her body to just one man. Whether or not that relationship lasts forever has nothing to do with whether or not she is a whore. It is her heart that dictates how she should be perceived, NOT how quickly she accepts and enjoys sex.

The sex only got better with Tempest, but her hot temperament was what prevented it from lasting. It took a turn for the worse a few weeks into the relationship. When Tempest started telling me how to spend my time, how to spend my money, and then getting angry when I didn't do as she directed, it was over. I told her it was time for her to figure out her own problems, helped her to pack her bag, and helped her out the door. It was over.

Chapter 47 - Gina

It was amazing how many girls were attracted to me just because I was an American. Being an engineer and quite handsome (I was told this so many times that I actually came to believe it), I was meeting interested attractive girls wherever I went.

One weekend in particular, I was out riding my motorbike when I passed a beautiful girl walking along the side of the road. This wouldn't have been unusual, but she was carrying a small suitcase. I knew what this usually meant in Angeles City, but she was outside of AC and walking toward the city. I had to stop and investigate.

I pulled my motorbike up next to her and asked where she was going. She answered, "Angeles City."

It was starting to sprinkle, so I said, "I didn't think it would rain, but it looks like it will, so I can't go to where I was heading." I asked her, "Would you like a ride to where you are going in Angeles City? By the way, my name is Pete."

She blushed, but nodded, "Yes, please. My name is Gina."

As we were traveling back to AC, I asked her lots of questions about herself. Her story wasn't all that unusual. Gina had received a job offer and was going to the address indicated on the offer. She had run out of money before she even got to the city, which was why she was walking. She couldn't even afford jeepney fare.

I asked her what kind of job she had been offered, and she said she would be a maid. I asked for the address, and I knew right off it was in a bar area on Fields Avenue. I told Gina that when we got there, I would wait outside just in case she thought it was a mistake. She thanked me.

When we got to the address on her paper, it was indeed a girly bar. Gina quickly found out that there was no job for a maid, but she could work as a bar girl if she wanted. It was less than five minutes before she came back outside to where I was sitting on my motorbike.

"I don't know what to do now," she said as tears started to well up in her eyes.

I asked, "How long has it been since you have eaten?"

Gina replied, "It has been a couple of days."

I offered to take her to dinner. At first, she refused, I then asked her what alternatives she had. This brought a blank stare, and then more tears. I told her that I wouldn't accept "no" as an answer, and Gina agreed to go with me. We got to a restaurant in a couple of minutes. I knew that I could fill her up at this place without breaking the bank.

We sat at a table in the back, and talked while we waited for our food. I told her that I had helped other girls find jobs as maids and nannies, if she was still interested. She smiled and said, "I would be very grateful if you could help me."

We ate our dinners and I told her that it might take a few days before I could get her an interview, since I wouldn't be going to the base until Monday. I told her that she could stay with me until we found something for her and that I didn't want her sleeping on the street. Gina thought it over and agreed.

I got to know Gina a lot better by the time we finished dinner and headed to my apartment. When we entered, I had her remove her slippers at the door as I removed my shoes as well. Her eyes were wide as she entered my apartment. "This is beautiful," she said. "It is also very big. How many people live here?"

"Just me," I replied. "And you until we find you a job." I then showed her around my apartment.

Gina liked the bathroom (CR), and thought that my bed was huge. "My whole family sleeps in an area about the size of your bed," she said.

She was tired from her journey, so I told her to take a shower and change into something lighter for the evening. I showed her how to adjust the water temperature, and Gina said, "I have never used a shower like this before." This wasn't at all uncommon as most poor people in the Philippines take bucket baths to keep themselves clean.

She went to her bag and selected a nightshirt and then went into the bathroom for her shower. Ten minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and I gave her an orange juice drink. We sat on the bed and talked as we drank our drinks. Gina was a fairly typical Filipina in that all she wanted from life was to find a man who could love her and take care of her (and give her babies). She thought it would be nice if he was handsome, but a stable man would do if she couldn't have that.

Gina was finishing up her third glass of orange juice drink when I asked if she was tired. She answered, "Yes, I am very tired."

I had her lean back against the pillows, and started massaging her feet. She liked it and closed her eyes. I massaged her feet then started up her legs. She never complained, so I just kept going. In fact, she was softly moaning as I massaged her calves and then her thighs. By this time, I knew that she wasn't wearing panties under her nightshirt. I also knew that Gina was a virgin, since I could actually see her hymen covering her vaginal entrance.

I continued massaging her thighs, and there was no resistance when I spread her legs so I could kneel between them. I decided that this would be the perfect time to remove everything but my boxers. I resumed massaging her thighs and hips as she lay there breathing deeply with her eyes closed. Gina's nightshirt had been slid up to above her waist already, so I slid it up even further to above her breasts. Her arms easily slid out of her nightshirt, and then it slipped off over her head and off.

Gina had a beautiful body. Her breasts were a bit bigger than the average Filipina, her waist was thin and her hips spread, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. I leaned down and suckled one of her nipples and got another soft moan in reply. Her eyes remained closed as I traded back and forth between her breasts. Her breasts were soft and smooth, but stood proud above her chest even when she was laying on her back. Her nipples were a joy to suckle, and I'm sure I also left a few hickeys around the sides of her breasts as I sucked her soft tit-flesh.

I slid down until I was facing her pussy. Her vulva was already wet and shiny from me suckling her breasts, but her juices really started to flow when I paid lip service to her clit and labia. Her hymen was right at the surface of her vaginal entrance, so it was both easy to see, and easy to stretch.

Before long, I was sucking Gina's clitoris and motioning "come here" just inside of her hymen, and she was rocking her hips in rhythm to my actions. When her body started to quake, I slid up to where my cockhead was sliding around in the lubricating juices flowing out of her vaginal entrance.

I seated the cockhead into her vaginal entrance and then slowly pushed the full length of my cock into her pussy. Gina didn't even flinch. I stayed fully buried in her depths for a minute, and then I started slowly thrusting and retreating with my cock. I went a little deeper and a little faster with every thrust, but she continued to breathe deeply with her eyes closed.

After several thrusts, my cock was pressing tightly against her cervix on every thrust, and her hips were starting to rock in time to my thrusts. This went on for several minute before I could no longer hold back and thrust deep against her cervix to pump my seed deep into her womb. Rope after rope of my sperm shot through her cervix and deep into her womb and beyond as waves of pleasure carried me to paradise.

I lay there for several minutes trying to recover, and then I let my cock retreat from her body. I went into the bathroom for a wet cloth and returned to clean her. Amazingly, there were only a few spots of blood at her vaginal entrance and no evidence of semen leaking out of her.

I finished cleaning her and then pulled her nightshirt back over her head and down her body, pulling her arms through the sleeves. I didn't bother to pull the nightshirt down past her waist, as I still wanted contact with her lower body during the night. Then, I snuggled up behind her and spooned against her back.

It was in the early morning hours when I woke to her body pushing back against mine and slowly rocking. My cock had slid between her thighs, and I could feel her fingers touching the cockhead. I felt her guide the tip until it was pressed against her vaginal entrance, and then I felt it start to slip inside. I pretended to remain asleep while she was doing this.

Gina continued rocking her hips, and pretty soon my cock was fully embedded in her vagina. She was softly speaking as she pushed my cock deeper into her inner sanctum, "Oh my God. That feels so good. I thought this was supposed to hurt."

I couldn't keep my hips from moving with her, forcing my cock even deeper into her body, but I kept my eyes closed and maintained the pretense of sleep. Gina kept looking back over her shoulder, expecting me to wake as she pressed her pussy repeatedly onto my cock, but I kept my eyes closed the whole time we fucked.

When her whole body started to shake in climax, I let myself slip over the edge to shoot load after load of sperm into her pussy. I know that my cock wasn't firmly seated against her cervix because some of the semen leaked out of her pussy after my cock slipped out.

Gina slipped off the bed and into the bathroom to clean herself before returning to clean me as well. When she returned to the bed after cleaning the washcloth she had used, she slipped into the bed and pressed her back against me once again. This time was different, though, as she had removed her nightshirt, and we were both naked under the sheet. I quickly fell back asleep.

In the morning, Gina was lying next to me studying my face when I woke up. She asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," I replied. "I had great dreams."

Gina smiled and said, "So did I."

I pointed at her body and asked, "When did you take off your nightgown? Are you OK sleeping like this with me?"

"I got warm during the night, so this seemed to be more comfortable. Besides, what is the point of wearing clothes to bed when I can lay naked snuggled up with you?" she said. Gina leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "I hope you don't mind me being naked in your bed."

"No. I don't mind at all. In fact, this is my idea of paradise on Earth," I replied. "There is almost nothing better than snuggling naked with a beautiful woman in my bed."

"Almost?" she asked.

"Hahaha... Well, it would be better if I was inside of that beautiful woman I was snuggling," I answered.

Gina slid up from my side to straddle my hips and then pressed her vaginal entrance down, engulfing my cock. "Like this?" she asked.

"Yes, exactly like that," I replied. With that, I thrust with all of my might up into Gina's vagina, completely sheathing my cock and pressing against her cervix.

"Careful," she said. "I was a virgin until last night."

"What do you mean, until last night?" I asked.

"I woke up during the night, and your cock was between my legs. I couldn't help myself, and I put it into my pussy. I always thought it would hurt, but your cock felt wonderful deep inside of me. So, I am no longer a virgin," she said.

I tried to look shocked, but not too shocked. "So, you like the feeling of my cock deep inside of you then?"

"Yes. I do," she replied. "And I think I like it even more today."

With that, I rolled Gina over onto her back and proceeded to give her a proper fucking. Her hips were actively rocking against me this time, our hips slamming into each other with every thrust. Our tempo and power increased every minute we stayed connected, my cock pressing deeply against her cervix with every thrust.

Gina was moaning loudly now, and it wasn't long before she came totally unglued, her body shaking and quivering as waves of pleasure flowed over her. I was right behind her, and my cock was firmly lodged against her cervix, pumping load after load of my seed deep into her womb. None leaked out this time, so I know it was all retained deep inside of her body.

"I love you," she whispered to me. There it was. Filipinas fall in love faster than any woman on Earth. "Maybe I can stay with you and be your maid," she suggested.

"Well, we will see how it goes," I replied.

Gina stayed with me in my apartment for about two months, and I must say that I was getting very comfortable with her. We had sex a few times every day (or night). She seldom had any issues that caused us problems. Her attitude was perfect, and I was starting to consider her as a wife. Filipinas have a little saying which goes, "Up to you." What it really means for most Filipinas is often, "Choose wisely or I will be upset," but Gina never got upset no matter what my decision was.

When I met Gina, she only had very few clothes. I bought her several sundresses and numerous sexy panties and a few pairs of sandals and pumps. If I have a woman, I want her to look good. At first, she tried to wear bras with the dresses, but I quickly convinced her that she looked great without a bra, so why ruin the lines of a nice dress with bra straps. When we went out, she looked good on my arm. Every time I bought her something new, she showed her gratitude in bed after we got home.

When I was at work, Gina mostly stayed in the apartment except when she went grocery shopping. It was on one of these grocery shopping outing by herself when she met another guy ... a Filipino. I know this because everyone entering my building had to sign in at the front desk, so I know that she took him up to my apartment.

The security guy had my work number, and he called me when they went into the elevator. I left my work place on-base, and went straight home. I entered the apartment quietly, and found them fucking on my bed. I quickly ushered him out of the building and then returned to the apartment. Gina was really scared, but I just told her to give me her key, pack up all of her clothes and get out. There was no way I was going to hit a woman, but there was also no way that I could let her stay. For me, loyalty is everything. Without it, a marriage could not endure. I had already been looking at rings, but that wasn't going to happen now.

Gina was crying when she packed her things in her suitcase and black plastic bags (there was no way all of her clothes would fit in her suitcase now). Then, she said, "I'm so sorry," and left. It is unlikely that she got a job as a maid. If she was lucky, the Filipino guy she fucked on my bed might have taken her in, but likely she ended up working as a bar girl. I didn't really care at that point. It could have been so much better, if she had remained faithful to me, but she hadn't.

The bluegrass song, "If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all," seemed to have been written for me. I certainly hadn't been lucky with Filipinas. However, I am persistent, if nothing else. I would continue in my quest to find permanent paradise. Sooner or later, I had to find the right girl.

Chapter 48 - Pearl

In 1975, I had moved to the Philippines to work at Clark Air Force Base. After that, I was permanently staying in Angeles City, working on the base, and living a great life in Angeles City... an expat in paradise. When the base closed after the Mount Pinatubo eruption in June 1991, the area was fairly dead for a while, but I was able to get a job representing an American company in the Philippines. I once again made Angeles City my home after the clean-up was well underway. Even though Angeles City was just a shadow of its former self when the base was open, it still had everything I needed at the time. Filipinos were resilient.

I met Pearl when I walked into a girly bar in Angeles City. Yes, I sometimes went into bars if I couldn't find girls outside of the bars. I did not, however, ever take out any of the regular bar girls. There was no future with them. I saw Pearl sitting way in the back of the bar with some other girls, who seemed to be doing all of the talking. I asked the waitress about her, and I found out that she was brand new to the bar. Pearl had graduated from high school a few months before in a small town on Leyte, and she was still a virgin in every way imaginable. She was possibly the most innocent girl that I had ever met, and I had met a lot of innocent Filipinas over the years.

Now, it may seem strange that a guy could meet a virgin in a strip joint where customers regularly take girls out for the night, or even in the district where most girly bars were located, but in Angeles City, it was not at all uncommon. Many girls were tricked into working for the bars. Some girls went to work in the bars thinking they would find a foreigner, preferably an American, who would want to marry them. Marrying an American was a huge dream for a lot of young Filipina bargirls. Unfortunately, that ship had mostly sailed when the base closed down. In any event, many of the new girls were still virgins. The mamasans made extra money by selling these girls' virginities for a lot more than a normal bar fine, so these girls were protected while they were still virgins.

It is important for a bar girl to be able to communicate with the customers in a bar, if she wants to have a chance at happiness with a foreigner, and Pearl spoke English very well. That wasn't rare, since English is one of the two official languages in the Philippines, and anybody with any education is at least somewhat fluent in English. It turned out that Pearl had started college before she ran out of money a month into her first semester, so she was just a little more educated than many girls from the provinces. That didn't make her any less innocent, as she had absolutely no experience with men.

Pearl was a good Catholic girl, and she had never been taught anything about sex by anybody, not by her parents, not by the schools, not by anybody. She had no idea how sex worked, and she barely knew what sex was.

Virgins in Philippine bars were called "cherry girls." Although a customer could take them to his room, the mamasan (who was in charge of the girls) usually made it very clear that the cherry girl was a virgin, and you were not to have sexual intercourse with her.

The bars do this because they can radically bargain up the price for a customer who wants a virgin and is willing to pay for the privilege of breaking her cherry. Most guys either back out (and don't take the girl) or agree to the mamasan's rules.

I always used the line that "I won't do anything the girl doesn't want to." That seemed to satisfy most of the mamasans because they thought they could control the girls with threats, and it left me a lot of latitude. All I had to do was convince the girl to give up her virginity.

This particular night, as I walked into a bar on Fields Avenue (that I had been in many times), I noticed a beautiful young girl that I had never seen before sitting at a table with some other girls. I asked one of the waitresses at the bar about her, and was quickly told she was so-and-so's cousin and that she was a cherry girl named Pearl.

I immediately asked to have Pearl to sit at my table. At first, she didn't want to come over, but the other girls convinced her. She finally came to my table, and we chatted for a couple of hours. She told me that she was from the small village of Padre Burgos at the south end of Leyte, that her cousin had recruited her for this job, and that the bar had paid for her transportation costs to come to Angeles City.

That meant Pearl was in debt to the bar, and I knew that because of that, she would think that she had to do whatever they said. She was staying with her cousin and several other girls in an apartment a few blocks away from Fields Avenue.

It wasn't unusual for several girls to share a small apartment, so they could send most of their money home to their families. Families are very important to Filipinas, and they typically send more money home than they keep themselves.

It is customary in the Philippines that, if a guy asks a bargirl to sit with him, he will buy her what they call, "lady drinks" which are basically soda pop or tea that cost more than the alcoholic drinks. Pearl went through a few lady drinks while we sat there.

In the course of our conversation, I told her that I thought she was very beautiful and that I thought I might be falling in love with her. When I said that, Pearl went through an amazing transformation. Her whole face lit up, and after that she only had eyes for me. The change was very noticeable. It was as if Pearl had suddenly fallen deeply in love with me in the blink of an eye. In addition, she didn't ask for any more drinks even though she and I sat there for quite a while.

Pearl started asking me questions like, "Where are you from in America?" and "Why isn't a handsome man like you married?"

I replied, "California" and "I haven't found the right girl yet."

We talked a while longer, and I was sure this girl was the one I was looking for. Finally, I called the mamasan over to tell her that I wanted to bar-fine Pearl and take her to my apartment. The mamasan went through the whole bar-fine rules routine.

She said, "You cannot fuck Pearl. Blow job and touching are OK, but you can't fuck."

And as always, I said, "I won't do anything Pearl doesn't want to."

The mamasan looked sternly at Pearl (at which Pearl cowered) and then the mamasan took my bar-fine money (a bar-fine is supposedly the money paid to the bar to make up for the loss of the girl's time hustling drinks from customers, but half goes to the girl), and off we went to my apartment a few blocks away.

When we got to my apartment, I told Pearl that I would like to take a shower, and that she could watch TV and then take her shower as soon as I came out. That was exactly what we did.

Of course, while she was in the bathroom (called a comfort room or CR in the Philippines), I turned off the TV to get rid of any distraction. When Pearl came out of the bathroom, she had a bath towel tightly wrapped around her body, and quickly laid down on the bed next to me. I had told her to leave her clothes in the CR and wrap a towel around her instead.

Some people think that Asian girls can't blush (because of their caramel-colored skin), but the blush across Pearl's face and upper body was evident even in poor light. I had turned off all the lights except a small night light because many Filipinas are very shy about having lights on in an intimate situation. The night light (plus light coming in through the windows) gave me plenty of light to see Pearl and enough light to maneuver however I needed to.

As I suspected, when I finally got the towel partially unwrapped from her (which Pearl resisted somewhat), she still had her bra and panties on under her tightly-wrapped towel. It wouldn't do any good to scold her about not following my instructions. I started gently kissing Pearl and told her how lovely she was, how good she smelled and felt, how smooth her skin was, and how I didn't want anything to come between us.

At length, Pearl finally let the towel completely fall away so it was just laying underneath her. I started kissing her deeply, which was difficult because many Filipinas (Pearl included) didn't instinctively know how to kiss. After a few awkward attempts, Pearl finally figured out what she was supposed to do, and she let her tongue dance with mine.

Throughout the kissing session, I kept telling Pearl how beautiful she was and how lucky I was to have found her, and how I was sure that this would be the beginning of a very long relationship... provided that things went well tonight.

Every time I mentioned love (and I did it often), or complimented her on her beauty, or told her that I thought this would turn into a very special relationship, she held me tighter and opened up her body to me a little bit more. It was as if her resolve was slowly melting to the prospect that I might be her loving husband one day.

After a while, by moving my hands around her body, I had unclipped and slowly removed her bra, had slipped off my boxers (which she never noticed because of the lack of light), and was suckling her nipples, making her shiver and moan in delight. Pearl said she had never had anybody kiss her, let alone suck her nipples before, and she found both of the sensations very wonderful.

At one point she said, "This is making me tingle between my legs and inside my tummy."

I asked, "Does it feel good to you?"

Pearl replied, "It does, but I don't understand why I am feeling things down there."

I replied, "It doesn't matter as long as I am making the one I love feel good." At that point, Pearl was almost convinced to let me do whatever I wanted.

I reached down to her soaked panties, and started to rub her through the satin cloth. She panicked and tried to move my hand away, but I told her she had nothing to worry about since she still had her panties on, because nothing could happen like that.

Then I said, "You know that I am falling in love with you. Don't you want me to make you feel good? I really love it when you feel pleasure."

Pearl held my hand in place for a minute over her panties, but then she repeated, "I love you," put her hands on the back of my head as I continued to suckle her nipples, and let me continue without restriction. I soon had Pearl worked into a lather with my finger on her clitoris. She was just about out of control with little squeals coming out of her with every breath.

I kissed my way down to her thighs and then up back to her crotch when she tried to stop me one more time by momentarily holding my head. I backed off, kissing her thighs again, but I told Pearl, "You know that I love you. Let me give you pleasure," and I again convinced her there was nothing to fear as long as she had her panties on.

Because Pearl was so timid, I decided to backtrack to make sure that she was well beyond stopping me before I tried anything serious. I slid back up her body to suckle her breasts some more. After I thoroughly sucked her nipples again and rubbed her clit through her panties, I once again slid down Pearl's body planting kisses on her skin as I went. Pearl shivered every time I kissed her. I started licking her pussy through her panties and around the edges.

After I had licked her through her panties for a while, I was eventually able to slide her panties to the side without her noticing so I could suck her labia and clitoris directly. Pearl was getting hotter and hotter until she was going wild and her resolve was completely gone, and I kept up my assault on her clitoris as her body became increasingly rapturous. At this point, she was focused solely on an overwhelming pleasure that she had never before experienced.

Pearl kept saying, "I have never felt this way before in my life" and "I love you so much."

Her panties were in the way and becoming a bother, so I started slowly sliding them up her legs (which were raised above her pussy) and out of my way. By the time I slipped her panties up off her bottom and past my mouth, Pearl didn't even resist at all.

She just concentrated on pushing her pussy against my face as I continued to lick and suck her clit. It was as if all feeling had left the rest of her body, and all thought had left her head except for those thoughts focused on the delightful feelings coming from her pleasure button.

Again, I told her, "I think I love you Pearl" to which she hummed with happiness and kissed the hand that was still stimulating her breast.

Once Pearl's panties were out from under her bottom, and behind my head, it was simple to slowly slide them off one leg and let them dangle on her other ankle. Pearl even helped the process a little by wiggling her foot out of the first leg hole when she felt they were binding her (probably without even realizing what she was doing).

Now that her panties were no longer in the way, those lovely smooth legs alternately clamped the sides of my head and spread as wide as she could get them. Even now, I continued to tell her how much I thought I was falling in love with her, and how sweet and special she was. In return, Pearl was now enthusiastically professing her undying love for me and telling me how good what I was doing felt to her.

Finally, I felt her start to shudder in first rapture, but I didn't want her to go into full climax, so I backed off. I slid and kissed my way up over her to kiss Pearl deeply on the lips and then suckled her inviting nipples again.

She was a little hesitant to kiss me because her pussy juice was on my face, and I knew she would taste herself in my kiss. But then, Pearl completely surrendered to my will and to my kiss, and she enthusiastically kissed me back, running her tongue around the inside of my mouth.

I let my cock slide along her slit a little, bumping against her clit. Pearl, of course noticed, and she again said, "The mamasan said we can't have sex," but her voice now had much less commitment in it.

I moved her hand down to my cock and told her, "Use my cock to rub your clit, so you can finish climaxing, and with you controlling it, nothing bad can happen."

Pearl held my cock and rubbed it around on her clit, but after a few moments she complained that it wasn't as good as when I rubbed it. So, I put my hand down to her vulva and started rubbing her clit again.

Soon, Pearl forgot what she was doing and released my cock with her hand, and the head of my cock slid naturally down into her vaginal entrance. As I rubbed her clit, I kissed her passionately and occasionally sucked her nipples, and she rocked her hips against me, my cock just naturally started to slip and slide deeper and deeper into her vaginal entrance. My cock was already completely lubricated from sliding around in her juices.

The cockhead had slipped in almost an inch when I felt it come up tight against her hymen. One quick thrust as she rocked against me, and before she could say anything, and my cockhead was completely through her hymen. My thick cock buried about three or four inches into her now bloody pussy.

Pearl's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and she looked up at me with a startled and pained look.

I told her, "I love you more than anything at this moment."

She started to say something, but instead of throwing a fit or crying (though she did shed some real tears because of the sharp pain of her torn hymen), she just pushed her hips down against my cock, taking my cock all the way up to her cervix. She was still for a minute, but then she started to slowly fuck against me.

"God," I thought. "Her pussy is really tight."

I fucked Pearl for a long time in variations of the missionary position, slowly at first, and then gradually I shifted to a deep, hard pounding, bouncing both of our bodies off the bed. Her pussy may have been the tightest, and yet softest that my cock had ever been in.

I slowed down several times to extend our pleasure, but I finally couldn't hold it anymore, and I dumped my entire load of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb. I was in paradise. Pearl lay there under me with her eyes wide open.

She could feel my warm seed being pumped forcefully into the place where she was sure there was an egg waiting. I lay there, impaling her deeply with my throbbing cock, while I kissed her all over her face and whispered more sweet nothings to her.

I could see that Pearl's emotions were very confused. She was still crying softly, but at the same time she was smiling and covering my face in soft butterfly kisses.

She kept whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you" over and over again.

When my cock finally slipped out of her pussy (which took a while because I didn't want my cock to leave her body), there was blood on my cock, around her pussy, and on the towel that had been wrapped around her. A small amount of cum mixed with blood was slowly running out of her vaginal entrance. I guess my cock had not been as tightly sealed against her cervix as I had thought, so some of my load hadn't completely entered into her womb.

However, instead of crying about her lost virginity, she hopped up, went into the bathroom, rinsed out the towel and cleaned up the mess on both of us. When she was done cleaning everything up and hanging the washed towel in the shower, she got back into bed with me (still naked).

She softly told me, "I love you, and I hope that you really love me too."

Pearl gave me a long passionate kiss (which I returned freely), and then she snuggled her back against me and quickly fell peacefully asleep in my arms.

Pearl didn't climax with my cock in her that first time (probably because the initial entry had been quite painful for her). However, I woke during the night with my erection wedged in between her thighs just below her pussy.

I reached around her hips and positioned the tip of my cock at her vaginal entrance again and started slowly sliding in and out of her vagina (she was still well lubricated from her natural lubrication and the large amount of cum left in her, so my cock slid in and out of her very easily). Pearl woke with a start, but when she realized what was happening, she started pushing back against my cock.

We fucked like that on our sides for a while, and then I pushed her up onto her hands and knees (which she resisted at first because she didn't know what I wanted to do). In that position, I quickly regained entrance into her pussy, and I was able to get even deeper penetration, pushing firmly against her cervix with every stroke. Soon, the head of my cock was rubbing past her g-spot with every thrust and stimulating her.

Pearl was blabbering about how good it felt, and she was creaming all over my cock. This time, she climaxed several times before I shot another large load of cum through her cervix and deep into her womb. This time, there was little or no leakage, as I made sure that my cock was pressed tightly against the entrance to her cervix, thus ensuring that all of my seed was pumped directly into her womb and beyond. After the climax, she didn't even bother to clean either of us up, and both of us just fell asleep again with my cock still stuffed deep inside of Pearl's pussy.

In the morning, Pearl and I showered together and then made love a few more times in various positions. Later in the day, Pearl went to get her things from her apartment to move into my place with me (which they amazingly let her do). We made love like rabbits after that. Pearl was trying to get pregnant with me but somehow failed (only God knows why), and she certainly orgasmed many times as my cock pumped my seed deep into her womb during the next few months while she was my girlfriend and living with me in my apartment.

After a while, Pearl started getting very clingy, and although she was still working in the bar (it is very hard for girls to get out of their contracts with the bars unless somebody pays their way out of the contracts), she got very jealous whenever she saw me even talking with another girl (under any circumstances). Clinginess and jealousy are quite common among Filipinas in general, and bar girls are no different. I was getting very tired of her clingy behavior and frequent fits of jealousy, and so I found an excuse to get upset myself, which wasn't hard when dating a bar girl.

One night, when I had to go out of town, and although she never went out with other guys while she was with me, Pearl got bar-fined by one of my friends (who she didn't know). My friend then took her to his apartment and fucked her several times, since she was no longer off limits for sex (and since I had told him to try his hardest to fuck her).

Pearl knew the rules of the bar, and when she went with him, she had accepted that she would get fucked (even though she tried at first to pretend that she was still a cherry girl and was reluctant to let him between her legs). However, he soon forced the truth out of her (because he did know the rules) and fucked Pearl multiple times that night. By the second coupling, she was enthusiastically fucking him and climaxing right along with him. She had several orgasms with him during the night and the next morning. She had a lot of his cum running out of her pussy when she came back to my apartment.

I returned to Angeles City the next day about the same time as she was returning, and it was obvious that she was leaking cum. Pearl and I had a fight, and Pearl got very angry (that I wouldn't take her side when she said the mamasan yelled at her that she was tired of Pearl's bullshit and wouldn't let her refuse the bar fine), so Pearl called off the relationship with me. She was angry, and Pearl immediately moved her stuff out of my place and back in with the other girls in their apartment.

I found another apartment a few blocks away from my previous residence and moved the next day to avoid any future problems. My new apartment was nicer, bigger and newer anyway.

Chapter 49 - Bing

Since I was living in Angeles City (AC) full time, I was meeting new girls all the time. For one thing, I would keep my eyes open when I was walking along Fields Avenue during the day, but I paid attention to my surroundings at all times too. I guess that was a legacy of my time in Laos. It was surprising how often I would see a girl walking or standing along the street with a suitcase or a bag in her hand and with a confused look on her face. This almost always meant that she had been lured to AC by the offer of a job that turned out to be something she hadn't expected at all. These girls frequently had few resources, even fewer options and usually no ideas. Helping them could be a quick key to their hearts (and often was for me).

When I saw Bing standing outside of a bar and staring at a piece of paper in her hands, I knew that she was one of the "lost girls" of AC. I watched her for a minute and then came up next to her and asked if there was any way that I could help. Her first reaction was, "I don't see how." That was a pretty typical response, and I never let responses like that deter me.

I asked, "Have you eaten today? That might be a good place to start."

"No," she replied, "But I don't have any money."

"I didn't ask if you had money." I said. "I only asked if you were hungry. I am inviting you to have dinner with me."

"Why would you do that?" she asked.

"Because you look hungry and confused," I replied. "I just wanted to help you."

She bowed her head, "Thank you. I am hungry."

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

"My name is Bing," she replied.

I took her bag, and we walked to a café that served sandwiches. "Where are you from?" I asked.

I am from Mindanao," she answered. "It is a long way from here, and I have no way to get home."

"Why would you go home?" I questioned.

"I came here because I was promised a job, but they tricked me and wanted me to work as a prostitute," she replied. "I am not a prostitute. I am a good girl."

"I can see that," I said. The waitress came over, and I ordered soups and sandwiches for both of us. I asked if Bing had any dietary restrictions before I ordered because of where she was from. There are a lot of Muslims on Mindanao.

Bing understood what I was asking and said, "I am Catholic, not Muslim. I can eat whatever you buy for me. I'm not picky, especially now."

As usual, I decided to order Bing two soups and sandwiches even though I only ordered one set for myself. She looked hungry enough to eat them. It was a good choice because she practically vacuumed her plates and bowls clean. I think it had been a while since she had eaten last. I actually ordered some extra side dishes as well, and she scarfed them down too.

We talked during and after dinner. As I had assumed, Bing had no resources, no plan and no hope. I offered to let her stay with me until she found someplace to work. Of course, she had all kinds of questions.

"Where would I sleep?" she asked.

"On my bed," I replied.

"Where would you sleep?" she asked.

"On the same bed. It is a big bed," I answered.

"Does anybody else live with you?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I live alone."

"Why don't you have a wife or girlfriend living with you?" Bing asked.

"I haven't found the right girl yet," I replied. After more discussion, Bing finally decided that she didn't have any other options other than sleeping on the street, so she accepted my offer to let her stay with me.

Bing asked, "Will you expect anything in return for letting me stay with you?"

"I won't do anything that you tell me not to do," I said. "I don't expect anything in return." That seemed to satisfy her. I paid the bill and we walked to my apartment. I had recently changed apartments because of my nasty breakup with Pearl and didn't want any unexpected visitors, but my new apartment was still clean and tidy. Bing was impressed.

I had her sit on the bed while I mixed drinks at the kitchen counter. She commented that the bed really was big. "My whole family slept in an area this size, and I have seven sisters." Bing liked the orange juice mixed drink that I brought her. We talked more, and I kept her glass full as we talked. She seemed to be really thirsty.

The Everclear I had put into her drinks was starting to relax her, and Bing lay her head back on the pillow. We continued to talk, and the conversation started to get more personal. She had already asked why I wasn't married, so I turned the same question on her. She replied, "My father wanted me to marry an older local man who was asking him about me right after I graduated from high school, but I didn't like him. He was missing half of his teeth and he was ugly. I couldn't see a life with him."

She continued, "When I saw the job offer in Angeles City posted at my barangay hall, I decided to take a chance. I barely had enough money to get here, but then I didn't have any money for food. I haven't eaten for three days and barely had anything to drink." I topped off her glass one more time, and again, she downed it quickly.

By now, Bing was getting a bit sleepy. She hadn't had enough to be drunk, but I didn't want her to pass out with exhaustion from her travels, and I took a chance and leaned in to kiss her. "What was that for?" she asked.

"I saw a beautiful girl on my bed, and I wanted to kiss her. Is that alright?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "It was kind of nice."

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

She blushed and lowered her head but softly replied, "Yes." I leaned in to kiss her again. This time, I lengthened the kiss and used my tongue to explore her lips and mouth. Bing liked it. "More, please," she whispered.

I complied, and went in for a third, more passionate kiss. This time, my hands were wandering around her body as our tongues danced. She tried to block my hands at first, but soon gave up and allowed my hands to cover her breasts. Between kisses, she said, "I have small boobs. You probably won't like them."

"On the contrary," I replied. "I think your breasts are perfect." With that, my hand slid up under her top and her bra, and landed directly on her nipple. "Nice," I said.

"Oh," Bing whispered. "I'm not sure we should be doing this, but it feels good. Maybe just a little." That was music to my ears.

I slowly pushed her top and bra up to expose her beautiful breasts, and then I started suckling her nipples. I got quite a reaction, and she was thrashing around on the bed under me. However, at no time did she ever try to push me away from her nipples. I eventually had her bra and top up around her neck, which was binding her, and she slipped them over her head and off without my assistance. She was now naked from the waist up.

Bing was now using her hands to guide my suckling, switching my mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. She especially liked when I sucked her nipples into my mouth with a lot of suction. Bing held my head close to her breast. She was so preoccupied with my suckling that she never even noticed her skirt and panties sliding down her legs and off her feet.

I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, and then pushed my pants and boxers down and off as well. I was now lying naked between her open legs with nothing between us. Because Bing obviously didn't want my lips to leave her breasts, I hunched my back up and started to slide my cock around in the natural lubrication her pussy was producing. It was obvious from the beginning that she was a virgin.

When I felt the tip of my cock settle into her vaginal entrance, I moved up to once again passionately kiss her and quickly thrust my cock up through her hymen and into her vagina. Her hymen gave up without a fight, and with the exception of a gasp, she gave no vocal indication that anything had changed. I think Bing would still have been trying to move my head from side to side on her breasts as I let my cock start to slide in and out of her vagina, but by that time, I had moved back up to her lips to kiss her deeply as we fucked.

I was getting deeper into her pussy with every thrust, and her hips were starting to rock up to meet each thrust. The result was that my cock was soon pressing repeatedly against her cervix. I increased the tempo and the strength of my thrusts, and it became obvious for the first time to Bing that she was actually being fucked.

Still, she said nothing, and she continued to meet my thrusts with her own. Bing had released my head by this time, and her hands were behind my back at my waist, pulling me deeper into her vagina.

"God, your pussy feels so good around my cock," I said, to which I received a simple moan in reply. Bing was obviously enjoying the action, and I wanted to supply as much pleasure to her as possible. I placed my finger on her clit and rubbed as my cock continued to press repeatedly against her cervix. This quickly took her over the edge, and her body started thrashing around as her orgasm hit.

Her pussy was milking my cock, and I felt my seed start to flow up from my balls. I pressed the head of my cock firmly against her cervix, and sent blast after blast of hot sperm through her cervix and directly into her womb. Our orgasms seemed to last forever, but finally we both collapsed into a heap.

When Bing started to recover, she said, "I didn't say that you could do that."

"Maybe you weren't listening earlier," I replied. "I said that I wouldn't do anything you told me NOT to do. You never said that I couldn't fuck you, and you certainly enjoyed it. You can't deny that."

"No, I can't deny that," she said. "I just thought that you would ask first."

I laughed, "With the way you were wanting me to suckle your breasts, I wasn't really able to say much of anything at all. When my cock settled into your pussy, I just pushed it in. It seemed like a completely natural next step."

"The question is, what do we do now?" Bing asked. "I am probably fertile and you shot your sperm up into me. I could feel it going all the way up inside of me. What will happen if I have a baby?"

"If you get pregnant," I replied, "Then we will deal with it. I won't abandon you."

"I believe you, Pete," she said simply. Then she rolled over on me and gave me a kiss. Her brain had switched over to love, and that meant that she would do whatever was necessary to please her man. It was the Filipina way, and Bing was a typical Filipina in that respect.

We fell asleep with her on top of me. I woke in the middle of the night to the feeling of the lips of her pussy slowly sliding over my cock. My cock was completely soaked by her lubrication, so I reached down to change the angle of my cock and let it enter her vagina. I didn't know it at the time, but this all happened while Bing was asleep on top of me. She never woke, even when I came deep inside her again, shooting another load of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb. I fell asleep with my cock still buried to the hilt in her pussy.

When Bing woke in the morning, my cock was no longer inside of her pussy, and she was lying to my side. She thought about the previous evening and decided that God must have willed her to find me. Bing believed that everything happened because God willed it. She snuggled up close to me and started kissing my nipple. That is a strange way for a man to wake up.

I rolled to face her, and seeing that she was awake, I embraced her with a passionate kiss, which she happily returned. I asked her what she was thinking about, and she replied, "I was thinking that maybe God led me to you."

"Maybe," I replied. "What did you think about making love last night?"

"I was scared at first," she said. "I thought that the first time always hurt really bad, but it didn't hurt much at all with you, even though your cock is so big. That was when I first thought that God must have had a hand in you finding me and helping me. Therefore, he also directed that we make love. And, yes, before you ask, I love you."

"I will always thank God for that then," I replied. "What did you think of the second time we made love during the night?"

Bing looked confused and replied, "What second time? I only remember making love once."

I told her that she was laying on top of me during the night, and that she had made love to me, "It was slower than the first time, but it still felt wonderful to have my cock shooting my seed deep inside of you."

"So, you shot your sperm into me twice last night?" she asked. "Is there anything else I should know from while I slept?"

"Hey, I had no idea that you were asleep when we were making love," I stated. You were the one who started it, so it was natural to assume that you knew what you were doing."

"I guess that makes sense," she replied. "So, what are we going to do today?" Bing had already noticed my erection.

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. Then I asked, "What would you like to do?"

Bing smiled and said, "Whatever you want is fine with me. It looks like your thing needs attention."

"What do you know about giving attention to a man's cock?" I asked.

"Nothing, really," she whispered. "I watched my father making love to my mother a few times, but it seemed that he just pushed his thing or cock into her and pumped his sperm into her after a minute or so. It didn't seem like they got much out of it."

"Hmmm," I replied. "Maybe I should show you how a good man takes care of a woman first, and then we can work on how a good woman takes care of a man afterwards."

"OK," Bing said.

I started by kissing her, letting our tongues dance between our mouths. When I had her warming up, I shifted my kisses to her earlobes and neck. Bing really liked that immediately and shifted her earlobes and neck toward my mouth. Then, I let my kisses trail down over her upper chest to her breasts, first just sucking lightly at the tender flesh around the edges, and then increasing the suction as I gradually worked my way to her nipples at the centers of her breasts. I probably left a few hickeys along the way.

After reaching her nipples, I sucked each, in turn, into my mouth, switching my suckling back and forth to ensure equal time for each nipple. Bing's hands came up to press my head into her breasts, so I continued my journey down her body. I kissed and licked across her belly button and over the small patch of smooth black pubic hair to her pussy lips. I licked through the creases of her pussy, pulling her natural lubrication up from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris, Then, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, exposing it to my tongue and lips, and uncovering it from its hood.

If Bing had thought to stop me, the words never came to her lips. Instead, moans and squeals of pleasure were the only sounds I heard coming from her. My finger went to work on her G-spot as my mouth sucked on her clit, and it was only a few minutes before she was in the midst of a huge orgasm.

"Oh, my God," she cried out. "This is amazing."

Once her orgasm was fully established and waves of overwhelming pleasure were washing over her, I pulled my body up over her and slid my cock deep into her pussy. Bing's vaginal muscles were massaging my cock even as I pressed it into her depths. I usually last a long time inside of a woman (at least ten minutes or more), but the pleasure her pussy was giving me from the start sent me rocketing over the top.

Spurt after spurt of my seed were being shot up through her cervix and deep into her womb before I even realized what was happening. Luckily, my cock did what it almost always did, and pressed tightly against her cervix to ensure my seed went where it was supposed to.

"Oh my God," Bing exclaimed. "You can do that anytime you want to. From this moment forward, I am yours. My body and my soul now belong to you. You have pierced both."

"I'm glad you liked it," I said. "We can do more later, but right now I'm hungry."

"Do you have food here in the apartment?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "There is food in the cupboards and in the refrigerator. Just look and you will find it."

"OK," Bing said, and off to the kitchen she scampered. I stayed in bed catching up on work until she returned carrying a tray full of breakfast food.

I exclaimed, "Wow! There is so much food, and it looks and smells wonderful.

I could see the pride in Bing's eyes because of my compliment. "Thank you. I do my best."

"Well," I said. "I haven't even tasted it yet, but I think 'your best' could get you a job as a cook in any restaurant in the area. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

"Of course, I will take care of you," Bing replied. "You are my man."

"For now," I replied, "I am just a man who is giving you a place to stay and is helping you to find a job. We will see later if anything more permanent comes from it."

Bing put on her 'sad' face. "OK, but that doesn't mean that I won't do everything I can to make you my man."

"Fair enough," I replied. "If doing everything you can includes creating great meals like this, then finding you a job will be easy."

She smiled. "Do you really like it, Pete?"

I was eating by now, and the food was delicious. "I love it," I said. "Take the other silverware and help me with this. I could never eat it all by myself."

Bing turned into a human vacuum cleaner and started hoovering up the food on the tray. She was obviously still hungry from her ordeal traveling to Angeles City, but she was waiting until my needs were met before indulging her own needs. Definitely girlfriend material in that way, but I would have to see all sides of her personality before making any commitments. I had already been down that road before and had no intention of repeating my mistakes.

After we had consumed breakfast, Bing took the tray to the kitchen, and I could hear her singing to herself as she washed and put away the dishes and cookware. I stayed in the bed watching some videos until she returned.

Bing took off the robe she had been wearing during breakfast, and snuggled in beside me. She didn't say anything, but rather just started exploring my cock and balls with her fingers. I told her, "Maybe we should get a shower before we go any further."

"OK," she said, as she hopped up from the bed running to the bathroom. I was right behind her, and she waited until after I adjusted the water temperature in the shower before getting in. Then, Bing came right next to me, covering her body in water, and rubbing it against me at the same time.

I suggested that she use the soap to get acquainted with my body, and then I could do the same for her. She blushed, but she took the soap and started washing me all over. I told her, "Pay special attention to my cock and balls. They need to be clean because you might be sucking them." I don't think that she understood that pleasing a man involved sucking his cock until just then, but she focused on my cock, getting to know every bit of it before rinsing me off.

Now it was my turn to wash her, and I paid a lot of attention to her breasts and pussy. Of course, I washed her thoroughly all over her body, but I had a lot of fun with her breasts and pussy. By the time she was rinsed off, her pussy was weeping natural lubrication. I swung her around to face the wall, placed her hands against the wall as I leaned her upper body into it, and entered her pussy from behind.

Bing gasped, "Is this part of pleasing a man?" as my cock pressed against her cervix deep inside of her pussy.

"This is the most important part of pleasing a man," I replied. "You will please your man most by paying close attention to his spoken and unspoken desires and fulfilling those desires without any resistance or objection."

"OK," she replied. With that, Bing pushed her bottom back toward me, pressing my cock even deeper into her pussy. This was followed by thrust after withdrawal after thrust after withdrawal for the next ten minutes or so, resulting in both of us experiencing the height of pleasure.

When we both started to orgasm, it felt like our bodies had melted into each other, and there was no boundary or separation between us. I could feel my sperm rising in my balls and being pumped in long ropes through her cervix and into her womb. I could feel Bing's vaginal muscles milking my cock as it shot its load deep inside of her. This was paradise on Earth. I had always thought that if heaven didn't feel like this, then how could it be heaven?

It took a few minutes for us to recover, but when we started coming around, Bing immediately started soaping up both my cock and her pussy again. She hadn't forgotten that I wanted a clean playing field. We rinsed and dried before returning to the bed. Once there, though, we both collapsed and fell asleep. It was at least an hour later when we woke again.

Bing was playing with my cock as I lay on my back. It was already hard enough to cut diamonds, so I asked her to start sucking it. "How?" she asked. I would have thought that was obvious, but apparently not, so I explained the process to her. The truth is that most girls are not born with a natural ability to suck cock. It has to be learned.

Bing started by kissing the tip and then trying to get some of the head into her mouth. Bing was a small girl with a small mouth, so there wasn't much room for my cock in there. Nevertheless, she persisted until part of my cock was sliding in and out of her mouth as she continued to suck the head while massaging it with her tongue. For a beginner, she was doing pretty well.

Having a woman suck my cock has always felt good, but it was never my favorite thing, and I told Bing this. She asked what I preferred, and I told her that once she has my cock ready with her mouth, she should always guide my cock to her pussy. There is nothing in the world that feels better to a cock than a warm, tight pussy on a man's cock. This made her smile. "I was hoping you would say that. My mouth was getting sore."

With that, Bing lay on her back next to me, spread her legs, and pulled me over onto her. As soon as my knees landed between her legs, she guided my cock into her pussy and pressed against me until my cock was sliding into her. From there, Bing left all of the guidance to me, letting me take control of the action.

I lifted her legs until her feet were resting on my shoulders, and then I leaned forward to achieve maximum penetration in her pussy and effectively folding her body in two. "Oh my God," Bing squealed. "It is so deep in me. That feels wonderful." I worked my cock in and out of her pussy like this, gaining more depth and speed with every thrust. Bing was moaning and squealing with every thrust. It was obvious that Bing was enjoying this as much as I was.

Even with her body doubled over, she was still thrusting her hips into me to meet every stroke of my cock. When we came, our orgasms washed over us in waves, drowning us both in pleasure. Plenty of my sperm was shot deep into her womb, and none ever ran out.

For me, that was always what separated a great coupling from a good coupling. In a good coupling, most of the man's seed runs back out through the woman's vaginal entrance and onto the bed (or wherever). In a great coupling, plenty of the man's sperm is shot into the woman's womb, but nothing runs back out. It stays in her womb, trying to fertilize an egg.

I settled in on top of Bing, my weight still held up on my elbows, but so I could lay my head on her shoulder. Her legs wrapped around my back, holding my cock deep inside of her pussy. Many women cannot tolerate a man lying on top of them for any length of time, but Bing was an exception to that. She loved having my weight pinning her down, and somehow, she could still breathe under my weight. This was how we fell asleep, and although I did roll off of her at some point while I was asleep, she kept her legs wrapped around me and kept my cock trapped inside of her pussy.

It was noon when we both woke again. We again showered, and then she offered to fix lunch. I suggested instead that we go to a really nice restaurant where Bing could show them her cooking skills. I knew just the place. It was high end enough to charge decent prices, but most of their fare was common enough that Filipinos could recognize many of the dishes. It had a good following with both Filipinos and foreigners.

We went to the restaurant, and I went into the back to talk with the owner, Ben (who was a friend of mine). I asked him to give Bing a chance to cook some dishes for the two of us (Ben and me). He said, "My head chef is off today, so why not?"

Ben and I went back out to the table where Bing was reading the menu. Ben asked, "Are there any dishes on the menu that you would be comfortable cooking?"

Bing looked up from the menu and replied, "I think I can cook most any of these. Just choose a few of them, and I will cook them for you."

Ben smiled, chose three menu items that he knew would test her skills, and showed Bing around the kitchen. He introduced her to the others working in the kitchen, and instructed them to do whatever she asked. Then, Ben and I went out to the table to talk. Even though we were friends, we seldom had the time to just sit down together and just talk, so that was nice.

He asked how I had met Bing, and asked how my love life had been going? I laughed, but told him all of the details. We were laughing when Bing came out of the kitchen with one of the helpers to serve us the three menu items. Ben was immediately impressed by the presentation and the smell (as I had been when she served me breakfast). Then, he tasted all three of the menu items.

"You are hired," he declared. "When can you start? This is the best food I have ever tasted in this or any other restaurant in the Philippines. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

Bing was smiling from ear to ear and replied, "I learned to cook from my mother, my aunts and my lolas (grandmothers)."

I tasted the menu items and said, "Wow! Why don't I finish this off while the two of you discuss the details of the job offer?"

Ben took Bing to a nearby table and wrote a bunch of stuff down on a piece of paper. Bing was smiling the whole time, so I knew that Ben was being fair with her. They came back to my table, and Bing laid everything out for me. "Ben offered me a lot of money to be his new head chef. His offer also includes an apartment over the restaurant, so I can keep an eye on things for him. There are some other benefits too, but those are the most important. I could never have even dreamed that this would happen, and it is all because of you."

"So," I asked. "What did you say?"

"I said 'yes' of course," she replied. "I would have to be nuts to turn that down. He wants me to move my stuff over here tomorrow morning. Is that OK with you? I know this will mess up our relationship, but I still want to show you how grateful I am to you."

"That will be fine," I replied. I brought you here hoping that you could land a job, and you have exceeded all expectations. I hope I will be able to get some free dinners out of this," I said, winking at Ben.

Ben laughed, but said. "If Bing works out the way I think she will, I will owe you more than just a few free dinners. Bing is a great cook, and I think she can take my restaurant to the next level. Thanks, Pete."

"Then I am happy for all three of us," I replied.

Bing and I stopped along the way for some shopping on our way back to the apartment. I picked out a nice wine, and Bing picked out whatever she needed to make us a nice dinner. We took a trike back to the apartment, and when we arrived, Bing put everything away and then flung herself into my arms. "Are you sure you are OK with this?" she asked. "I thought I was settling in to be your live-in girlfriend."

I held Bing's cheeks with my hands and kissed her. Then I said, "Even though I have enjoyed our short time together immensely, my main goal, from the time when I saw you standing on the street until now, has always been to help you find your own direction. You have done that better than I could have ever expected. It was as if you were a flower, lying under the soil, just waiting to burst into the sunshine. I couldn't be any happier than I am for you right now."

Bing raised up on her tip toes and kissed me passionately. "Then I need to get started thanking you." With that, she started unbuttoning my shirt. "Let's take this into the bedroom," she said, and then led me by the hand in to the bed.

The dinner Bing prepared for us that night was spectacular, but I barely remember what we had compared to how the rest of the evening went. Bing used everything I taught her (plus some) to show me how much she appreciated what I had done for her. Neither of us got much sleep until very late that night (or should I say the wee hours of the next morning). We must have used half of the positions in the Kama Sutra (yes, that is an exaggeration) before we finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to her straddling my hips for one last fuck before she left. Bing showered, made us another great breakfast while I showered, and then she packed up what few clothes she had and I escorted her to the restaurant. Ben was waiting for us. He showed us Bing's apartment upstairs from the restaurant, and it was nice. It was fairly big and had everything she might need. Bing even asked if she was the only one sleeping here. He told her this was her apartment alone, unless she wanted company. She understood his innuendo, and smiled. "I'm sure that could be arranged at some point."

Bing's apartment had a separate entrance down to the back of the restaurant, if she chose to use it, or she could go through a connecting door to Ben's apartment and on to the restaurant from there. He also showed her the big kitchen in his place and said he hoped that she would cook for him from time to time. She looked at the sparkling clean kitchen and replied, "I will cook for you here anytime you want."

Even I could see where this was going to go. Ben was seeing a lot more than a future chef for his restaurant. He was seeing a future wife. It was also obvious that Bing had shifted her focus from me to Ben. Well, that was fine. Both Ben and Bing deserved as much happiness as life could give them, and I was glad that I had brought them together. It was great to see good people find happiness together.

I headed back toward my apartment, but on my way, I saw a cute little girl standing next to the street with a partially full black plastic bag in hand. Hey, I couldn't just pass her by and not offer to help...

Chapter 50 - Lulu

Living in full-time in Angeles City had a lot of advantages for a single expat. I had a special visa that allowed me to stay as long as I wanted, or I could travel to other countries whenever I wished. I was working for an American company, mostly doing sales work and company representation, but also contracting with a Philippine call center to handle sales inquiries and customer comments. That was how I met Lulu.

Lulu was working in the call center when I went for some meetings and an orientation to their business. Lulu was assigned to escort me and answer any questions that I had. She was very friendly and spoke perfect American English. This is fairly rare, as most Filipinas speak a Philippine dialect of English, which blends Filipino and Spanish accents and pronunciations with American English. That often leads to many miscues and misunderstandings, but Lulu had learned her English in a private school where somehow proper American English was taught (with no variations in accent or pronunciation). It was really unusual.

I liked Lulu immediately, and the feeling was mutual. At the end of our first day together, I asked her to go to dinner with me and she accepted. I asked where she would like me to pick her up to go to dinner. She took one of her business cards and wrote her address and phone number on the back. I gave her a time, and she said that would be fine.

I picked Lulu up at the appointed place and time, and we went to the restaurant by taxi. The restaurant was just a short walk from my apartment, but she lived on the other side of town. When we got to the restaurant, I ordered for us and included a bottle of wine, which surprisingly came out first. Filipino restaurants will often mess up the order of service during a meal, and you often have to wait for dishes that should have all come at the same time, or the wrong things come out at the wrong times (such as the appetizer after the entre).

This restaurant was one of my favorites, though, because they understood these things. As we drank our wine, our conversation turned personal. I found out that Lulu was from Cebu City and that she lived with several other girls in a small apartment. That was typical for single Filipinas. I learned that she had never had a boyfriend because she had always been too busy, first with school and then her job. She didn't like the way Filipinos treated women, and so she much preferred foreigners. That was a plus for me.

Of course, she asked me a lot of questions too. She asked why I was still single, and why I didn't have a live-in girlfriend. She wanted to know about where I was from and what I had done in my life. In short, she was interviewing a possible future husband. It was okay because I had been through many such interviews, so I knew what to say and what not to say in answer to her questions

Lulu enjoyed the wine and the meal, and when I asked if she would like to see my apartment, she accepted. We walked the short distance to my apartment, and I let her in. We removed our shoes as we entered. There were two reasons why I did this. First, it kept my apartment cleaner, and second, it let the girl start undressing herself before we were even very far inside of my apartment.

I gave Lulu the short tour of my apartment, and she commented that it was bigger and nicer than the apartment she shared with five other girls. She commented that it must be the height of luxury to live there by myself, but I told her that I would prefer sharing it with someone special.

We sat on my bed and continued our conversation. Lulu was getting comfortable and leaned back against the pillows. I took a chance and leaned in to kiss her. I thought she might jump up and run out of my apartment, but instead she looked at me through dreamy eyes and leaned back into me for a second kiss. That was a nice surprise.

For the second kiss, I moved even closer to her and gave her a much more passionate kiss. She was breathing heavy when she sighed, "That was wonderful. I never imagined that my first kiss would feel so good."

"It only gets better," I replied.

Then, Lulu surprised me again by saying, "Then let's do it some more. I like this a lot."

I lay down next to her and rolled her over on top to face me as I kissed her again. This time, my hands were busy exploring her body, and surprisingly, her hands were also exploring mine. I was starting to think this girl wasn't really a virgin, but it turned out that she just really liked me and wanted to do whatever she could to be with me, even if that meant sacrificing her virginity or anything else.

It was nice feeling her hand touching my cock through my slacks as she straddled my hips and my hands explored her breasts through her dress. With all of the Filipinas I had dated, Lulu was the first girl ever to do that. I found the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down. At every step along the way, I thought she might stop things and leave, but I was happily surprised when she pulled my pants zipper down to match my own action.

By now, our kiss had become extremely passionate. Lulu had never kissed a man before, but she allowed my tongue into her mouth and allowed me to suck her tongue into mine. She was soon sucking mine as well. My hands went to the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. I guess she decided at that point that she would go all the way with me because Lulu pulled her dress the rest of the way up over her head and completely off.

My lips found her earlobe and sucked it into my mouth as she laid her dress on the night stand next to me. Lulu closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of my lips on her earlobes and neck, and her hands were busy unbuttoning my shirt. Once it was off, her hands went to my pants. Lulu was not messing around. She had decided that I was the one for her, and she would do whatever she needed to in order to catch me and keep me. My pants were soon traveling down my legs assisted by her feet.

I wasn't used to such a proactive Filipina, but I decided to just see where it led. I unhooked her bra and pulled it off with her assistance. Lulu laid it on top of her dress, and then hooked her fingers in the top of her panties and pushed them down her legs by herself. The only piece of clothing left was my boxers, and they were soon on their way down my legs, again with Lulu's assistance.

Her breasts were hanging down in my face. My lips found her nipples, which were standing completely proud on her breasts by that time. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, giving both of them equal attention. I also found time to explore the rest of her small breasts, leaving hickeys in my lips' wake. After suckling her nipples to my and her satisfaction, I flipped her onto her back and continued my journey down to her pussy.

I licked her belly button, which made Lulu shiver, and then crossed over her small patch of soft, smooth pubic hair to her pussy. When I got there, I licked her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris, both spreading her natural lubrication and spreading her pleasure.

Lulu shivered again as I licked and sucked her labia. Juices were really starting to flow from her vaginal entrance as I licked and sucked all parts of her vulva. I was saving her clitoris for last, so I continued concentrating on just about everyplace but her clitoris. Her juices continued to flow and I continued to lick and suck.

At one point, I used my tongue to enter Lulu's vaginal entrance. The tip of my tongue actually slid into the tiny hole in her hymen. It stretched her hymen out, but didn't tear it. I repeated this several times until there was a decent opening in her hymen. I had never tried that before. I had to admit that I was surprised to find her hymen at all because of her aggressive moves while we undressed each other. Then I went to work in earnest on her clitoris, strumming it with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. It didn't take much of that before she was squealing and moaning as her first strong orgasm started to wash over her.

As she climaxed, I moved up her body, suckled her nipples one more time, and then I kissed Lulu deeply as my cockhead found its target. I decided to try to just slowly enter her, and my cock was about two inches in before she cried out into my mouth as her hymen stretched to its limit and finally tore and surrendered as my cock slid unimpeded into her vagina until it was pressed against her cervix. I had tried to enter her without tearing her hymen, but it hadn't worked.

I lay there kissing her (and being kissed back) for about a minute before I started thrusting and retreating in her pussy. Lulu grimaced when I first started to move in and out of her vagina, but then the grimace quickly disappeared and was replaced by a smile. By my fourth stroke, she was rocking her hips to meet each of my thrusts.

"Pete, that feels so good," she whispered as my hard cock slid through her pussy over and over again. Her hands were on my waist pulling me deeper into her body, wanting even more of what I was giving her. Then Lulu whispered, "I love you, Pete."

My thrusts were coming faster and deeper as she did her best to give as good as she got. Tiny beads of sweat were forming on her forehead as I continued to pummel her pussy, pressing against her cervix with every thrust. I could see the lust in her eyes as she looked up at me. Pleasure was quickly erasing whatever pain Lulu had experienced as I entered her the first time. All she wanted now was me deep inside of her.

Lulu's juices were pouring out of her pussy and coating my cock as her body lubricated our coupling. The sound of my cock sloshing through her lubrication was a turn-on in itself, but the whole picture of my cock sliding freely in and out of her vaginal entrance was quickly driving me over the edge. I struggled to hold back my climax because I wanted her to experience the magic of a shared orgasm.

Finally, Lulu's body began to shake as the waves of a strong orgasm finally overtook her, and I let myself join her in her pleasure. My seed rose up through my balls and pulse after pulse of sperm was pumped through her cervix and deep into her womb. I kept my cock sealed tightly to her cervix until all of my seed had found its way into her depths.

Lulu was ecstatic, and she held me tightly as we enjoyed the afterglow of orgasm together. She looked up at me and said, "You know, we are now joined. We are as one. I never want to be apart again."

I replied, "That sounds pretty good right now." I started to roll to the side, but Lulu rolled with me to keep my cock securely inside of her pussy. She had just achieved what she wanted most in life, and she wasn't letting go of my cock so easily. Lulu reached up for another kiss as she slowly rolled her hips to keep me hard inside of her. We rolled until I was laying on my back and she was straddling my hips again, this time with my cock completely buried inside of her vagina.

I wasn't thinking much about anything at that point, as my small head had already stolen all the blood my big head needed to think. I was just concentrating on the pleasure that Lulu was giving me by sliding her pussy up and down on my cock. When she started sliding up and down my cock again, it was no longer a question as to whether or not I would get soft. It was more a question of how long it would take me to shoot a second load deep into her womb.

Every time Lulu sheathed my cock in her pussy, her nipples would drag across my chest, stealing what was left of my attention. "You feel so good inside of me," she said. "I want you to be inside of me for the rest of my life." Then, she reached for her breasts and started feeding her nipples to my mouth, trading off between them to ensure equal treatment.

I think I would have agreed to anything she requested at that moment. I was totally lost in paradise. "Yes," I hissed as I suckled one of her nipples while feeling her slick, but tight, vagina sliding up and down my cock over and over again.

I have no idea how long it went on like that. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. However long it was, I was feeling pleasure and nothing else. Eventually, though, both of us were stimulated to the point where we could no longer hold back. Lulu's whole body went into contractions, but I felt it mainly in my cock. It was as if her vagina had waves running down its length, massaging and milking my cock. It sent me over the edge, and I pushed up into her as deeply as I could. Long ropes of sperm were hurled through her cervix, seeking the egg that might be somewhere deep in her womb or beyond.

I shot spurt after spurt of seed deep into her womb, each one more pleasurable than the last, until I was lying catatonic on my back, unable to move in any way, spent, exhausted. Lulu must have felt much the same as she collapsed onto my body, ending up as a quivering mass of female flesh. I guess we were truly one at that point. I had never felt closer to paradise.

I have no idea how long we lay there because both of us fell asleep. When I woke, Lulu was lying next to me with her head on my shoulder and her body tucked in between my body and my arm. She was sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake her. When I realized that the next day was Saturday, and that neither of us had to be anywhere, I relaxed and allowed sleep to overtake me again.

It had been years since I had snuck around in Laos, spying on the NVA, but I still had nightmares regularly. The only time I didn't have nightmares was when a Filipina was snuggled up against me as I slept. Needless to say, I slept well that night. I woke in the morning to Lulu once again straddling my hips. I have no idea how long she had been preparing me, but my cock was fully hard and starting to slide up into her pussy when I woke.

"What a wonderful way to wake up," I declared.

Lulu had been concentrating on my cock, but looked up at my face and responded when I spoke. "So, you really are awake now. I was wondering how long you would continue to sleep. I'm glad you like this because I don't think I can live without feeling your cock inside of me ever again."

Then she asked, "Are you mine now? Can I move in with you?"

"Yes, and yes," I replied. A huge smile spread across her face as she continued to hump my cock. Her eyes were still full of lust, but her facial expression was one of contentment. I had no idea how long this would last, but I was certainly enjoying Lulu's company at that point. If things changed, if she started to get jealous or bossy, or if she didn't remain loyal, then my attitude toward her might change too, but for now I was happy to have her in my life.

Her movements sped up until we were once again enjoying our orgasms together. She ended up with another large quantity of my sperm deep in her womb. After we recovered, I suggested that we take a shower together. When is a shower just a shower? When you are too spent to move. We washed each other's bodies and then dried each other with fluffy towels.

It was time to go to Lulu's apartment to tell her roommates that she was moving out, and to collect her clothes and belongings. Lulu had a lot more clothes that other girls I had moved into my apartment, and it took a few trips to get everything moved. Once her stuff was all there in my apartment, we went to a furniture store to get a dresser/wardrobe to put all of her clothes in. There was just too much stuff to fit into my existing furniture.

I suggested that we go to lunch, but she asked if there was food in the apartment that she could cook. I showed her my small stash of food (I normally ate at restaurants unless I had a Filipina to cook for me), and she decided that we should probably go out to eat but then stop for groceries before returning home. Lulu said she thought it was important that she cook for me, so that she would be more than just a lover to me. I have to say that my apartment had never been so clean, my food bill so low or my life so organized as it was when Lulu was living with me.

After Lulu moved in, she showered me in affection. I wasn't used to having a beautiful woman around all of the time who was willing to do whatever I wished. Part of that was that she was willing to try anything sexual that I suggested. I kept a copy of the Kama Sutra on my bookshelf, and after she found it, she wanted to try every position. Some were fun and others were just awkward. She learned how to give blowjobs and learned to accept anal. However, neither of those were my favorites, so we didn't try them many times. Besides, Lulu thought they were just a waste of good sperm.

We had sex at least two or three times every night, and I kept her womb filled at all times with my sperm. I knew that my sperm was fertile, since other girls appeared to have gotten pregnant from our couplings, but for some reason, Lulu never got pregnant. She went to an OB/GYN to see if maybe there was something wrong with her, and it turned out that she was not capable of ever having children. It broke her heart, and I think it finally broke our relationship.

I told Lulu that it didn't matter to me whether or not we had children, but her whole attitude toward sex changed after she found out she was barren. She couldn't see the point in having sex if there was no possibility that she would get pregnant. Our relationship suffered and her work at the call center suffered as well. She had lost something in her life that was very important to her... her ability to be a mother.

Pretty soon, she was refusing to have sex or finding excuses why we couldn't. I was willing to work through this problem with her, but instead of drawing closer to me in search of support, Lulu pulled away. She stopped having casual conversations with me or asking me questions.

At work, her bosses noticed that her stats were suffering and warned her about it. Of course, that only increased our problems because she started blaming me for her reduced productivity at work. Nothing could have been further from the truth. We started having arguments (I don't call them fights because I never have and never will hit a woman during an argument). We were growing apart. The straw that broke the camel's back came when she was released from her contract (a polite way of saying she was fired).

Lulu decided that she needed to move back to Cebu City to get herself straight again. There was nothing I could say to change her mind. She bought a couple of large suitcases and packed her things to leave. She got a taxi to the airport while I was away for work. All I got was a note on my kitchen counter saying that she was leaving and that I shouldn't try to get her back. It was basically a 'Dear Pete' letter.

I mourned for about a week before I decided to get on with my life. There has never been a shortage of available girls in the Philippines, and a lot of them wanted to be with an American, so I knew I would have no problem replacing Lulu in my bed. The other ways she had filled my life might be more difficult to rectify, but there was certainly no shortage of girls who were willing to try.

As a side note, years later, when I had moved to Cebu City, I met Lulu working in another call center I worked with. I had no idea that she was there until I saw her in a meeting. We talked. Lulu apologized for the way she left me, but she had gotten her life back together and was married, so there could never be anything between us again. We saw each other from time to time in connection with work, but never had any social relationship other than saying, "Hi," at the call center. Oh, and Lulu had gotten pregnant with her husband and had two healthy children when we met in Cebu, so the doctor had been wrong. I wished that I had asked her to get a second opinion, but I never thought about that.