Chasing Paradise Ch 06 10

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 6 -- Didi

Didi was an extremely cute girl working at one of my favorite bars on Fields Avenue in Angeles City. I always passed through nearby Clark Air Force Base on my way to and from Laos. Because I often stayed for a week or so before catching my next hop, they almost always gave me contract transit quarters in Angeles City.

It was on one of these trips that I met Didi. She was tiny (maybe 4'8" or 4'9" tall and maybe 80 pounds). I had never seen her in the bar before, but I immediately saw how beautiful and petite she was. I asked the waitress about her, and she told me that Didi was new to the bar, she was 18, and that she was a cherry girl (virgin). I asked the waitress to send her to my table.

When she approached, I stood and said, Hi, I'm Pete."

"It is good to meet you, Pete. I am Didi," she said as she sat down next to me.

"Where are you from Didi?" I asked.

I am from the village of Taraka on the shores of Lake Lanao on Mindanao Island. It is a very long way from here," she replied. "My family is Catholic, but most in the village are Moro, so there weren't any good marriage prospects in the village unless I converted to Islam."

I had no idea what that meant at the time, so I asked, "What is Moro?"

"Being Moro means that they are Muslim," she replied.

I asked how long she had been in Angeles City and how she ended up in a bar, and she told me a story I have now heard many times. A recruiter came to talk with her parents and promised that he would find her work on Luzon so she could send money back to the family.

She had just arrived, and she was very surprised when the job turned out to be in a bar in Angeles City. She had no idea what the future held for her, but she was still hoping that she would meet a nice man to marry. She said she might just look for a good man.

She seemed to be very shy. It may have been because Didi didn't exactly know how things worked in the bars or because she had been raised in a small village and wasn't all that good at English, but it affected her demeanor. For the most part, she was quiet and timid.

These weren't problems from my perspective. Too many bar girls would try to talk your leg off to get more lady drinks (non-alcoholic drinks that cost more than regular drinks). Didi answered my questions as well as she could, but she didn't initiate much of the conversation. After many hours in the back of a noisy Air Force cargo jet, I was ready for some quiet.

Nevertheless, we hit it off pretty well, and after a couple of hours, she was warming up. It probably didn't hurt that I was secretly spiking her lady drinks with a little bit of Everclear (which is basically tasteless when mixed) from a small flask I carried. I liked Didi, and when I asked the mamasan about bar fining her, I got the usual lecture about how she was a cherry girl and how I was not allowed to have intercourse with her (not exactly the language the mamasan used).

I replied with my normal, "I won't do anything she doesn't want to do," and after the mamasan gave Didi "the lecture," we were off to my room.

One of the nice things about living in a hotel is that you can get ice, so I got some on the way to my room. I had some Everclear and orange juice in my room, and as soon as we arrived, I mixed her a screwdriver with Everclear, ice and orange juice. I made a drink for myself, too, but I left the booze out for mine, since I didn't want to get drunk.

We continued to talk while sitting on my bed while drinking our drinks. I think it surprised her that I wasn't immediately trying to grope her because that was what she had been warned about. Anyway, we talked for over an hour, and she made it through four or five drinks before I even kissed her. By then, she was much more willing to accept my advances. Didi was still a shy, conservative province girl though, and her actions to that point had been very proper. I thought this might or might not go well.

I laid Didi down on the bed and proceeded to kiss her and to eventually give her deep French kisses. She obviously wasn't used to this and struggled a bit at first, but she was soon getting into it and kissing me back. Her barriers were coming down. Once she was warmed up and enthusiastically swapping spit with me, I let my hands wander around her body. At first, my hands were on top of her clothes, but then I unzipped the back of her dress.

Didi jerked a little in reaction to her zipper being opened, but I kissed her complaints away and soothed her by saying not to worry as this was allowed. Soon, her dress had been pulled off of her body and over her head. By now, she was really being affected by the Everclear, and she was becoming more agreeable to anything I did. Didi wasn't so drunk that she would pass out, but her judgement was definitely impaired, and she was very willing to let me do whatever I wanted with her.

I switched my kisses to her earlobes, her neck and her upper breasts. Didi was already moaning in pleasure before I kissed her breast just above her bra. When my lips got to her bra, I had her raise up just a little so I could reach around and unhook her bra in the back. Rather than pulling her bra away, I just continued to kiss my way down until I was suckling her nipple with the bra still there below her breast.

In the process of me going back and forth between her nipples, pushing her bra back up above her breasts, and her getting entangled in the shoulder straps of the bra, Didi removed it herself. I leaned back a little to admire her beautiful little B-cup breasts. Anything bigger would have looked ridiculous on such a small girl.

I resumed suckling her nipples and let my hands wander lower to her little panties. I was getting closer to the paradise her body had in store for me. "This might work out OK," I thought.

The crotch of her panties was soon soaked by her juices as I rubbed her vulva through it. She asked twice if this was OK and then let me continue when I said it was. When I thought she was ready, I slid my finger past the edge of her crotch and onto her vulva. Again, she jumped, but she was so consumed by the pleasure I was giving her that there wasn't even a protest for this new move.

Didi's nipples were rock hard, and I had given her a couple of hickeys on her lower breasts before I trailed my kisses down past her belly button to her panties. I didn't try to remove them, and instead licked her through them at first. Of course, my tongue eventually found its way to the leg hole and under the material of her panties.

She was going wild. I mentioned that it would be easier to do this if she would take off her panties, so they wouldn't be in the way anymore, and Didi immediately removed them herself. I was surprised. This is where most virgins drew a line, especially those who had been warned by a mamasan to not give up their virginity, but Didi raised her butt off the bed and slid her little panties down her legs and off her feet.

Now, I could see every part of her vulva, from the little hooded clitoris at the top, past the labia to the vaginal entrance with her thin little hymen shielding the opening. I started by licking her labia to get her totally revved up.

I didn't have to do much before Didi was having a small climax on my tongue, and I hadn't even touched her clit yet. She had juices running out of the little hole in her hymen, and I used my finger to run through her juices to lubricate the rest of her vulva as well.

I started sucking Didi's clit while my finger explored her hymen. My sucking must have been enough to distract and relax her because pretty soon my finger was sliding right into and through the little hole in her hymen without causing her any pain at all. Didi's hymen was soon being stretched out by my finger.

I turned my finger, so that I was stroking what I knew was a sensitive spot just inside of her vagina. My finger was now two knuckles deep inside her vagina. Didi's hymen was still there, but it was considerably stretched by this time. I continued working on her clit and her vagina simultaneously until she had a much larger climax.

I took advantage of her shaking and squeals to slide my finger the rest of the way into her vagina, but I didn't leave it in her. I pulled my finger out of her, so I could slide out of my own clothes. The result was Didi lying on her back, still climaxing with her legs spread wide, and me lying between her legs rubbing my cock up and down her vulva.

Didi was aware enough to again ask, "Should we be doing this?"

I assured her, "This is OK because my cock is not fully inside of your pussy and you can stop me if you want. This feels good, though, doesn't it?"

Didi just moaned, "Mmmm..." in reply.

That exchange seemed to calm her once again, and I continued to rub my cockhead against and into her wet vulva. It is funny how many Filipinas seem to rely on others to know what is OK or not, but I have found this to be true time after time with many of the Filipinas I have known.

Because Didi had just cum, I knew that it wouldn't take much to make Didi climax again. Soon, she was pushing against me, trying to gain more pressure against her clit. Yes, I was rubbing her clit with my finger, but I was also sliding my cockhead down around her vaginal opening, so she would continue her rhythmic pushing against me.

When her climax finally broke, I made sure my cockhead was tight against her already loosened hymen. Didi, was caught in the throes of her climax, and she suddenly pushed her hips down hard against my cockhead. Of course, what little was left of her hymen immediately stretched wide open, letting my cock slide deep into her vagina (which I assisted by thrusting into her).

Since Didi was still in the middle of a very strong climax, she just continued to push against me over and over again, driving my cock all the way into her vagina until the tip of my cock was pushed up tight against her cervix. Didi said she hadn't really felt any pain when her hymen was destroyed (she later said it was like a minor paper cut), and there was only minimal bleeding.

It wasn't until her climax waned that Didi finally realized that my cock was buried deep inside of her pussy. Of course, she panicked, saying, "Pete, we can't do this. The mamasan will kill me."

I replied, "It is too late to worry about that. You drove you pussy down onto my cock. There was nothing I could do."

As Didi mulled this over, I told her, "Now that you have already broken the rules, we might as well continue until you cum again. You should at least have the pleasure of finishing what you started."

She nodded, and I started slowly sliding my cock in and out of the depths of her pussy. It wasn't long, before her hips kicked in again, and Didi was pushing back against me every time my cock drove into her.

Didi was one of the hottest little Filipinas I ever had the pleasure of fucking. Even though she was normally quiet as a mouse, she was a noise machine during sex. Moans, squeals and unidentifiable sounds were streaming out of her the whole time my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy.

I couldn't count how many major climaxes she had while I was fucking her, but it was a lot. Maybe it was just one continuous climax that didn't end. I don't know. Eventually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I emptied load after load of hot semen deep into Didi's womb. I felt like I was deep in a magical paradise, with electric energy flowing through my veins. What a feeling...

I don't think Didi even noticed me shooting my load into her. She was too engrossed with her own powerful climax. Climax I did, though, and before I was done, I'm sure that her womb was completely full of my sperm, all busily swimming around trying to find their prize.

I collapsed on her, and soon she was struggling to breathe. Did I tell you Didi was tiny? Anyway, I rolled off to lay next to her on the bed. After a while, I got up to clean myself off, and then I returned with a damp washcloth to clean her up as well.

Didi was already asleep, but I cleaned her thoroughly anyway. After cleaning her no-longer-private parts and removing the wet towel she had been laying on, I took them to the bathroom to wash the towel and washcloth and hung them to dry. Then, I went back and crawled into bed with her.

Didi was sleeping on her side, and I snuggled in behind her. With my hands massaging her breasts, my cock was soon stiff again, so I slid it between her legs and into her wet pussy from behind. I fucked her slowly this time because she was asleep, and I was able to fuck her to completion without her even waking up. I came deep inside her womb again, and then I just snuggled up to her back and left my cock inside of her as I fell asleep.

I awoke with a start when Didi woke to the realization that my cock was still stiff and inside her pussy.

Didi shrieked, "What have you done?"

I simply replied, "I didn't do anything. You pushed yourself onto my cock last night. Don't you remember? There was nothing I could do to prevent it."

She was stunned. Didi had despair in her eyes when she asked me how she was going to tell the mamasan. I suggested that she not tell the mamasan anything. She would still be treated as a cherry girl and nobody would be the wiser. I had no idea whether or not that would work.

Of course, Didi knew that she couldn't keep it a secret forever, but maybe it would work for a while. It turned out that another American took her out a few nights later, with the understanding that she was still a virgin. When she let him fuck her, she blamed him for stealing her virginity and shooting his sperm into her. Since he was dumb enough to return to the bar the next night, he was then basically blackmailed, and ended up having to pay off Didi's debt to the bar and marry her.

In the meantime, though, Didi was completely impaled on my cock, and we didn't wait long before we were sliding together again in the ancient dance of love. Her tight pussy felt so good sliding on my cock, and because she was so tiny, every time I bottomed out in her, and my cock would press firmly against her cervix. We fucked for a long time before I felt my seed rising. Then, there was no holding back.

It didn't take much of that before Didi was once again climaxing on my rod, and I was again spewing a huge load of sperm up through her cervix and deep into her womb. At no time did she complain of any discomfort, even though she had been a virgin the night before. There was no residual pain from her broken hymen, and I had returned for another sweet moment in paradise inside of Didi.

That was the only time I took Didi out, so all of the happenings after that night were told to me by another more experienced girl from the bar a few weeks later. I heard that Didi did immediately get pregnant, but I doubt that the guy she married was actually the biological father of her child. I put too much sperm directly through her cervix into her womb for her to have not gotten pregnant.

Nevertheless, the guy she married (a staff sergeant in Base Supply) got a good deal when he married Didi. She was a wildcat in bed, while always being submissive and compliant both in and out of bed, and I am sure that her new husband has been happy for the rest of his life. Hopefully Didi is happy too. She hadn't been in the bars long enough for it to change her, and she was basically just a sweet, simple girl from the provinces, so she would probably do well in marriage.

Some guys think that every girl working in a bar in the Philippines is a whore, but it simply isn't true. Indeed, those who have been working in bars for a long time are likely whores, but most new girls have no idea what is coming when they first arrive. Didi was just a nice province girl who found herself way out of her depth. Luckily, it worked out for her.

Chapter 7 -- Suzy

It was on one of my return trips from Laos that I made my usual stopover at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. It had been a long mission, and I had lost over twenty pounds in the process of completing my objectives, so I was feeling exhausted.

I dropped my weapons off at the armory, got checked in at the transit office and went to my room on Fields Avenue in Angeles City. Like usual, I was assigned off-base quarters. I went into my room, undressed, hopped into the shower, dried off and crashed on the bed. Several hours later, when I woke, the sun was setting and I was hungry. I got dressed and left the hotel looking for a decent restaurant.

I decided to treat myself to a big steak and baked potato. My meals were covered by the Air Force, on travel per diem, but I was also allowed to eat in mess halls, so I seldom used all of my per diem. That being said, I usually settled for simple meals or sandwiches when I was off-base. Meals at the base mess hall offered limited choices, but were filling because I could go back for extra helpings if I was still hungry.

This evening, after I had polished off my big steak and potato, I decided to check out some new bars. There were more than a hundred bars in this part of town, so I could probably try three bars every night I was in Angeles City and never go into the same one twice. Most of the bars had girls working there.

After visiting a couple of other bars without finding what I was looking for, I stopped into the Crystal Bar. It wasn't a really big bar, but there were a lot of girls there that night and almost no customers. That was what we referred to as a target-rich environment.

Several girls came to my table and tried to get me to buy them drinks, but I was looking for a quiet girl. I had never given up on finding Eve, the girl to whom I had lost my virginity, but I knew that I would probably never find her. In the meantime, I looked for girls who reminded me of Eve. That was how I found Suzy.

Suzy was sitting alone at a table in a back corner of the bar, mostly keeping to herself. That drew my attention. I picked up my drink and walked over to the table where she was sitting and asked if I could sit with her. She barely nodded her head before bending forward to look at the floor.

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

"Suzy," she replied softly.

Not much of a talker, this one. I started slowly by asking, "Would you like a drink?"

Suzy nodded, and I called a waitress over.

Then I asked her, "Where are you from?"

She said, "My home is in Tanjay in Negros Oriental."

I asked her, "Where is that?"

Suzy replied, "It is down in the central Philippines between Luzon and Mindanao."

I said, "You are a long way from home."

She replied, "Yes, I miss my family a lot already."

I asked why she didn't go home if she missed them, but I already knew the answer. Suzy explained that she had a contract and that she couldn't just leave.

I asked, "How long have you been in Angeles City?"

Suzy replied, "Almost a week."

I asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She looked up at me and answered, "I have never had a boyfriend, but now I wish I did so he could protect me."

This told me everything I needed to know, and I asked her if she would like to go to my room with me. Suzy wasn't sure if she was supposed to do that, so Suzy asked one of the other girls, who said, "Sure, go with him."

I guess the mamasan was out of the bar at the time because nobody tried to stop us as we left the bar or gave us any warnings.

We made it back to my room in about five minutes, and I sat her down on my bed. I made some drinks, some using orange juice, ice and Everclear, which is pretty much tasteless, so she may not have even tasted the alcohol. I don't think Suzy was used to alcoholic drinks because the lady drinks in the bar were basically just iced tea.