The Melbourne Filipina Wives club had about 350 members, all with Filipina wives whom they shared, or competed in Club events and fights. I was an honorary member because I processed all the overseas money transfers, prepared the financial contracts so no member was burnt by a divorce from his Filipina wife, and the paperwork with the immigration department.
But now my Filipina wife to be had arrived and I was about to become a normal member. I had become involved in the first place because I did the accounts for the "The Prez" who was about 60, a wealthy plastic surgeon and the unofficial president of the club. He was old enough to remember the good old days before the Australian Govt. passed the law that you couldn't marry a foreigner for 7 yrs after a divorce from a previous immigrant. In those golden days, you could marry a little brown fucking machine, bring her to Australia, divorce her after a year or so and by the time the paperwork was ready in the Philippines you had your decree nisi (final divorce) and brought out the next wife. The Prez got around that by either bringing them here as adult English students to the school run by a Chinese immigrant Wu Xian where you paid your school fees upfront and they were then marked as present all year and given pass grades or as sisters (Philippines Paperwork/bribery) of his wife and therefore entitled to immigrate. Being wealthy he had 7 Filipinas in his house: A house big enough to match his sex drive.
The Club had bought an old, due to a new freeway bypassing the small town, disused, hotel just outside Melbourne and the many bedrooms and large open area downstairs bar were perfect for our activities. About 10% of the brides were Angeles City or other area bargirls, who knew what they were getting into, but the remainder were Filipinas looking for "God-fearing, honest family men and marriage", and they quickly learnt there was no such thing as a free lunch.
A lot of men went for the young Filipinas but sometimes the older women, when they realized their dream was being challenged were more sexually active and into anything.
Oct 7, 2000, was a special event night to celebrate the club renovations. It featured a blow-job-contest, some fights to settle arguments, an unusual dildo contest, and finally an auction of the new brides of the last six months. The cock sucking contest involved two Filipinas working on 4 men. Getting the first flow of cum from their allotted 2 men was no problem for any Filipina at the club. Within six months of arrival in Australia, they would have given a blowjob to, and swallowed, not spat out all 376 members cum. Within a year they would have been fucked by all members and their Filipina wives. The real skill in this event lay in making them cum again as soon as possible starting with their opponents' first-round men. (I.E. if one Filipina had made her two cum before the other had finished her first she could move on to that Filipina's second without waiting for the other woman to make him cum first.)
This was one special because it was between the club's reigning champion of 13 months, Anecita and a newcomer, Whilamina Comaling who had a huge reputation back home according to her husband Gus "The Machine" Tambling. Anecita was the 19 yr old wife of my best mate Wozza who, in her one year stay in Australia had been undefeated in any club sex contest or fight. She was extremely pretty with long shining black hair 5 ft 6, 90 pounds 32B 21 31. Naked you could see her body had no pubic hair and her nipples still at that puffy stage where areola and nipple together formed one dark erect cone. Her youthful looks deceived because as I have stated since she arrived as an 18-year-old no one had beaten her in a fight or any competition we organized at the club. Whilamina was 41, 5 ft 1, 138 pounds 40E 36 42 with a short severe haircut and a round pockmarked face with traces of facial hair on her cheeks and upper lips. The general thought at the club was that she had better be a good cocksucker because she sure was ugly. She already had the nickname "Ten chins." The prize money was 2 months membership which gave 2 times 376 members $10 monthly fee Australian (about $7USD). In other words, our membership cost us $520 per year, far less than a Golf club membership and better holes to use.
I was there with my bride to be, the 22 years Enri Tanquezon, who was 5ft tall/short, slim figured at 86 pounds 30B 19 28, with a size 4 or 5 dress, long black-haired, cute-faced from a small village in the island of Bohol. With us was my favourite Filipina in the club the 43yr old Elena; middle-aged, solid and slightly portly, short-haired styled, round-faced, round-bellied, thick thighed, large nippled, huge sex drive and in love with me. Oh, and as I said before in another story the wife of Walter, who I had known since our school days, and who was completely unaware why she was my secretary who had to work back late and accompany me on me interstate and overseas trips. The same woman who had wanted me to marry a young, naive country girl so she could turn her into a sex slave. Walter was held up at work and going to be late, so naturally, being a good neighbour I helped him out and took Elena.
Already there was tension between the two Filipinas due to Enri's welcome initiation to Australia (See other stories). In the car park Elena, after getting out of the car had leant back, and raised one of her muscular, sculpted legs to the seat, and plopped her 4-inch heel down on the edge not allowing Enri to pass. Her black calf-length skirt was a wrap-around to the waist and rolling her foot, she watched as her taut calf muscles tightened, loving the contour of her shapely legs, and how they looked in jet black stockings. She ran a palm over her tight, thigh muscle, allowing her skirt to fall open so her leg was exposed to the hip and felt the garter snap pass under her palm heel. Her open palm slid over her thigh to her knee and massaged it gently.
She was proud of her legs, very proud. She toyed with her hot pink garter belt (colour sense not one of her strong points), her thumb just brushing over where stocking top and flesh met. Rocking forward, she slid her leg off of the car seat, and slowly stood upright. She paused for an instant,"Still got it at 43. Oh yes, still got IT, You didn't see too much of these legs two weeks ago, bitch, because I was either behind you fucking you or you were up close eating this pussy."
She swept the dress apart with one hand revealing that apart from her garter belt there was nothing underneath except her thick bush shaved into a heart shape above her thick full cunt lips.
"Just how you like it Greg, stockings and bare ready for cock," she stated as she raked her fingers through her hair. Lifting her arms above her head in a long stretch, she revelled in the feel of the oyster silk blouse that moulded softly to her 36C breasts and allowed both her large dark nipples to protrude against the material and be visible in shape and colour. To her surprise Enri after getting out of the car unbuttoned her ankle-length coat to show her long, in comparison to her height, legs and arse barely covered by her mini skirt. Lifting it she showed Elena her the garter belt I had brought in from Italy, unusual in that the straps were only about 1 inch long and allowed her stockings to reach her groin and thus be worn under her short skirt.
"Greg's tastes have improved. He's got someone young and modern."
