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.