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My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
Nobody in this story was underage.
Hi. I'm Pete. Lest anybody think I had lost my faith (in spite of what I had seen in Laos), I went to the Catholic church in Angeles City shortly after I arrived on my return trip to the US. I sat by myself praying off to one side of the chapel. Mass was about to start, and a woman and her daughter came over and sat right next to me.
"We don't see very many Americans here at Mass," the mother said to me. "I hope that you will feel welcome."
"I have always felt welcomed here in the Philippines," I replied. "The people are warm and friendly and have always welcomed me."
"Are you stationed at Clark?" she asked.
"No, but I am here often for extended periods," I said. "By the way, my name is Pete."
"Good to meet you Pete," she replied. "I am Antonia and this is my daughter Christie." Antonia told me a little bit about them. It turned out that Christie got her name because she was born on Christmas.
Mass started, and we followed along. I went to communion (although I never felt worthy anymore because I had killed several people in Laos). When the Mass ended, Antonia turned to me and asked, "Would you like to come to our house for a home-cooked meal?"
"I would love that," I replied.
I can only promise you good food, but I'm sure that Christie can keep you entertained," she said. Christie chuckled next to her, but said, "Yes, I would love to entertain you Pete. Maybe we can get to know each other better."
"Well," I replied, "Since I don't require much entertainment, talking would be good."
We left the church and walked several blocks to their home. It was a small house, but well-kept and clean. You can tell a lot about people by how they keep their home. This home showed love and care throughout.
Antonia got to work in the kitchen, and said to Christie, "Why don't you take Pete into your room so you can get to know each other better?"
Christie took me by the hand and led me to her room. It was a small room with a bed, a dresser and a small armoire. There wasn't room for much of anything else. Christie motioned me to sit on the bed and then sat down next to me. After we got through the normal back in forth banter of getting to know each other, I had to ask, "Christie, what is your mother expecting from this visit?"
My question took her by surprise. I don't think she had expected me to ask. However, she was honest and told me, "My mother thinks you are the answer to her prayers."
"What has she been praying for?" I asked.
"She has been praying for a husband for me," she answered. "She is hoping that we will get to know each other a lot better while we are here in my room."
"Oh," I said. "Aren't you too young for that?"
"I'm an adult," she replied. "I have even graduated high school."
"OK." I said. "How do you propose that we get to know each other better?"
Christie blushed. "I'm not really sure of the details because I have never been with a man before, but if you lead, I'm sure that I can follow."
"Are you sure that this is what your mother wanted?" I asked. "And are you sure that you are OK with it too? I don't want to do something and then find out later that I misunderstood what you meant,"
"Yes," she said, "That is exactly what my mother wants. As for me, I have dreamed of the day when I would meet a man like you."
"Why do you think I would be a good husband?" I asked.
She replied, "I watched you praying in the church today before we came over and sat by you, and I knew that you were the one."
"Christie," I said, "You don't even know what I was praying about. What if I were to tell you that I was asking for forgiveness for killing several people? I watched them for a long time, then I looked them in the eyes, and then I shot and killed them. What would you think then?"
"Then I think you would be the perfect man to protect our family," she said.
I guessed that there was nothing that I could say that would dissuade Christie and her mother from their plan, so I decided 'what the hell, why not?' I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was obviously struggling to keep up with what was happening, and I knew that she was telling the truth about never having a boyfriend. This was definitely her first kiss.
There was no way that I was going to make love to Christie with her mother in the next room, but we could still do a lot. I introduced her to my tongue by sliding it between her teeth, and soon she was sucking on it. This girl had potential, but I still wasn't sure about her.
As we kissed, I moved my hands up to her breasts. She jumped when I first covered her breasts with my hands, but then she quickly relaxed again. Two things were obvious. First, she was totally new to all of this, and second, she casino siteleri wanted it to happen.
I started to unbutton her blouse, but then I whispered in her ear that she should take off her blouse and bra. She hesitated, but then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off over her shoulders. Next, she reached around her back and, in an instant, had unhooked her bra with one hand. I have never figured out how girls can do that. When her bra slipped off of her shoulders she asked, "Was this what you wanted?"
"Yes," I replied, "That was exactly what I wanted. Would you mind taking off my shirt as well?"
She immediately went to work on my buttons, and pulled my shirt off. Then, without being asked, she undid her skirt and slid it, and her panties, down her legs and off her feet. Next, she reached for my belt, unbuckled it, opened the button and unzipped me. She pulled my pants and boxers down at the same time, freeing me of the last of my clothes.
"Was that what you wanted?" she asked again, smiling up at me while blushing at the same time.
"I didn't expect that, but it shows that you really do want this," I replied. "Now call to you mother and have her come in here."
Christie was stunned. She had no idea that I would want her mother to come into her room. She tried to cover up before she called through the door for her mother to come in, but then I pulled her back on the bed with me and exposed her body.
Antonia was surprised, to say the least. Maybe even shocked that her daughter was laying naked on her bed with a man, but she quickly regained her composure. "What did you want, Christie?"
"It was me who wanted you to come in," I said. "I wanted to make sure that this is what you want before I go any further."
"I understand," Antonia said. "You are a smart man, but this is exactly what I wanted. We are all Catholics, and we know how the Church feels about this, but I hope that the two of you will become a couple. You are a handsome man and Christie is a pretty woman. This (she said pointing to us on the bed) was exactly what I have been praying would happen. I give you both my blessing."
"OK, is it alright if Christie comes back to my hotel room after dinner? It is much more comfortable there, and we can spend a lot of time together over the next several days."
"Yes, that is OK," she replied. "She can stay with you for as long as you want."
"When will dinner be ready?" I asked.
"I can have it ready whenever you want," she replied.
"Is it OK if we have dinner in about an hour?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "I will have it ready then.
"OK," I said. "That was all I needed." Antonia looked at her daughter, said something to her in their mother tongue, and then turned and walked out the door.
"What did she say?" I asked.
"She said to make you happy, and do everything you say to." She replied. "She said that if you are happy, then I will be happy too."
"Your mother is a smart woman," I said. "Now, come here and kiss me some more." I smiled at her.
Christie smiled back, and crawled over me to straddle my body before kissing me on the lips. I parted my lips, and our tongues were doing the dance of love. She really liked sucking on my tongue, which I thought could come in handy later.
Her breasts were dragging across my chest, her nipples hard and protruding. Her pussy was sliding over my cock, spreading lubrication freely. I was starting to question whether or not we would make it back to my room before I took her virginity.
I rolled us over so I was on top, and then I slid down to where I could suckle her hard nipples. She had nice eraser-sized nipples sticking out of small areolas on maybe B-cup breasts. All in all, she was a very tempting package; thin waist, rounded hips and nice breasts. I took turns between her breasts, suckling both nipples and providing little hickeys elsewhere on her tender tit-flesh away from her nipples. She was panting in pleasure.
Then, I kissed my way down past her belly button (a cute little inny) and then down to her pussy. As I had come to expect, Christie tried to push me away, telling me that it was 'dirty' but then relenting when I reminded her of what her mother told her.
Hers was a beautiful compact little pussy. Other than the sheen that she had produced when rubbing it over me, there was little sign of arousal yet. I would change that. I started by licking along her outer lips until they puffed up and started to open. Then, I switched to her inner labia and the main part of her vulva. Her vaginal entrance was so small that I wondered if I could actually enter her.
I decided to concentrate on her clit for a while with my tongue while my finger rubbed across her vaginal entrance. My attention to her clit was driving her crazy, and my finger was actually making progress widening the small hole in her hymen. I was careful to not hurt her as I slowly stretched her hymen out, and I ensured that my clit play kept her wound up enough that she wouldn't notice güvenilir casino it even if her hymen did tear a bit.
As it turned out, I didn't need to worry. I was able to stretch her hymen enough to get my finger one knuckle deep without tearing her, and I was able to bring her to orgasm with my tongue. When she started convulsing in climax, I used my finger to rub her G-spot, turning her on even more. Her orgasm got very vocal and very loud. I didn't try to stop her because I wanted her mother to hear her in pleasure.
It is funny. I didn't even know what a G-spot was back in those days. I just knew that I had found a place inside of women's pussies that gave them great pleasure when rubbed rapidly. I took advantage of that knowledge with many Filipinas.
Christie's orgasm was a long, strong one, and she was completely consumed by it. When her orgasm finally wound down, she sighed, "I had no idea that would feel so good. Nobody told me."
I slid up and kissed Christie on the lips. I wanted her to taste her own juices. At first, she was surprised, but she quickly resumed kissing me back. "Oh, thank you," she whispered to me.
"Would you like to make me feel good too?" I asked.
"Yes," she quickly replied. "What do you want me to do?"
I rolled to the side so I was laying face up, and pointed to my cock. "Do you know what this is?" I asked.
"It's your thingy," she replied.
"It's called a cock, and it will be pushed all the way into your vagina when we have sex, but for now I just want you to get to know it really well." I said.
"How do I do that?" she asked.
I replied, "You can start by holding it and exploring it with your hands and fingers. Then I want you to learn how to rub it, and finally, I want you to suck it until I have an orgasm like you did. Then, I want you to swallow everything I shoot into your mouth. It is important that none of it escapes to the floor. It may or may not taste good to you, but swallow everything as soon as it shoots into your mouth. Don't wait to swallow or there will be too much for you to hold in your mouth."
"It sounds complicated, but I'll try," she replied. With that, she reached out to touch a cock for the first time in her life. She gently explored my cock and balls, and I talked her through it, telling her what felt good and what didn't. Finally, I showed her how to wrap her hand around my cock and pump it up and down.
"That feels very good," I said. Christie got worried and asked if I was going to orgasm, to which I replied, "Not yet. I've heard that some men orgasm very quickly, but I'm not one of them."
She was rubbing a bit too hard, so I told her to spit on my cock to lubricate it. That way, it would slide through her hand with less friction. Once Christie had that mastered, I encouraged her to put the tip of my cock in her mouth and suck as she slid her hand up and down the shaft. At first, it was awkward for her, but then she got the hang of it and was sucking the head completely into her mouth.
This was Christie's first blowjob. I have never known why they call it that because it has nothing to do with blowing and everything to do with sucking. For a first time, she was doing a pretty good job, and I told her so. That made her happy, and she redoubled her efforts.
By the time she was able to suck the head and part of the shaft into her mouth, I could feel my seed rising in my balls. I warned her that my sperm would start shooting into her mouth and that she should swallow as quickly as she could. Then, I started cumming.
She stopped the stroking, and concentrated on swallowing every bit of my seed as it shot into her mouth. Nothing got away from her. When my climax was finished, Christie opened her mouth to show me that it was empty. Then, she leaned over and kissed me. I don't particularly care for the flavor of my ejaculate, but she seemed to like it just fine. "I was worried when you told me it may not taste good, but that was OK. I can do that for you whenever you want it." she said.
"It probably won't be too often, but it is nice to know that you are willing. We will try other things after we get to my hotel room. You need to pack clothes, including panties, for five or six days and nights. You won't need any night clothes because we will sleep skin-to-skin. Then, after you pack, we can get dressed and go eat with your mom.
Christie quickly folded and packed some dresses and underwear for her stay with me. She started to pack a bra, but I told her that I would prefer that she not wear one while she is with me. She blushed, but she complied and put the bra away. Then, she also took off the bra she had been wearing, and put it away as well.
She came over to me and sat on my lap. We kissed for a minute, but then I swatted her bottom and told her we needed to get dressed, so we could eat. After we dressed, we went to the kitchen table, where Antonia had food already laid out. As we ate, Antonia asked me several questions in English, and also asked Christie several canlı casino questions (sometimes in English and sometimes in their mother tongue). Antonia must have liked the answers because she was smiling a lot.
The dinner was one of the weirdest experiences I have ever had. At one point, I'm pretty sure that Antonia asked Christie about the screams she heard earlier, and Christie excitedly told her (I think) about her orgasm and how good it felt.
Antonia kept glancing over at me and smiling, so I guess she approved of the way I had treated her daughter. I'm sure that she was sad that I hadn't already gone all the way with Christie, but I wanted Christie to have a great first experience if I could.
Truthfully, I didn't understand most of what was being said at the dinner table, but when I asked for a translation, either Antonia or Christie would usually tell me what was said. That was the only way I could stay halfway involved in the conversation.
After dinner, I gave Antonia my hotel address information. I also told her that Christie wouldn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. She thanked me, and told Christie to take good care of me because I was a special man. Then she said something to Christie in their mother tongue, kissed me on my cheek, and showed us out the door.
As we walked to the tricycle parking area, I asked Christie to tell me what her mom said just before we left. "She said 'I expect you to return a woman. This is your chance at happiness.'"
"Wow," I replied. "First of all, that is a lot to lay on you. Second, I am NOT responsible for your happiness. Only you can be responsible for that. You can't count on others to make you happy."
"I know that, Pete," she replied. "But you are making me very happy right now."
"And what happens in a week when I fly out of here. It may be three months or so before I return. Will you still be happy then?"
"I understand that, Pete," she said. "When you are away, I will be somewhat sad, but I will look forward to your return."
"And if I don't return?" I asked. "Then what? I have a very dangerous job, and it isn't likely the Air Force will tell you if I get killed. Are you OK with that?"
"How can anybody be OK with that?" she asked. "But If you don't come back to me, then I will assume that it was God's will, and I will go on."
"That was what I needed to hear," I said. "Now let's go to my room and get to know each other much better."
Once we got back to Fields Avenue, I got orange juice and ice, and we went to the room. She was impressed by the size and appearance of my room. I went into the bathroom to make our orange juice and ice drinks. There was no Everclear in her drink because I wanted her to be able to back out at any time. I could see that this might actually become a long-term relationship, and I wanted her clear-headed.
I suggested that we take a shower together before doing anything else. I told her that I would undress her and then she could undress me before we got into the shower. The undressing party was fun, and both of us got a bit playful in the process. Still, being a virgin, she was a bit shy at times. It is interesting to me that no two virgins are the same or react the same way to new experiences. Christie was ready for this and was enthusiastic.
We got into the shower and scrubbed each other's bodies thoroughly. Yes, there was plenty of touchy-feely and kissing, but nothing serious. When we were finished, we dried each other, and retired to the bedroom. I laid a towel down on the bed, and Christie asked what it was for. It told her it was to save the sheets in case she bled when we had sex. She blushed, nodded and lay down on the towel.
"I'm ready," she said, and spread her legs.
I had to laugh. "You may think you are ready, but I will get you even more ready before we actually make love. Technically, I guess that everything we have already done is part of making love, but you know what I mean, actual sex.
I crawled onto the bed next to her and drew her to me. I kissed her tenderly on the lips, gradually increasing the passion. She was right about being a good follower. Christie's passion increased right along with mine. As we kissed, I started playing with her nipples, which quickly got long and hard as they became stimulated. Even her areolas puffed up more.
I sucked her earlobes (which she loved) and then kissed down her neck to her breasts. To say that her nipples welcomed me would be an understatement, and her breasts almost jumped at me, filling my mouth amidst sighs and squeals coming from her. Christie was getting ready in a hurry, but I still wanted to play with her pussy more before we moved to the main event.
I figured that it would be fine if she could have multiple orgasms, if we could manage it. It turned out that multiple orgasms were definitely no problem for Christie. She climaxed while I was suckling her breasts and then again when I was rubbing her pussy with my fingers.
Then, when I moved my focus south, she climaxed twice while I sucked her clit and stretched her hymen further with my finger. My finger was up past the second knuckle inside her vagina, and her hymen hadn't even torn at all. I was able to freely stroke her G-spot as I pummeled her clitoris with my tongue and lips.