Filipinas: Maria


Author’s notes.

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).

These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.

Nobody in this story was underage.

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Maria was singing beautifully in a choir of eight young women when I first noticed her. I’m not really very religious anymore (I’ve seen too much of the ugly side of life), but I like to connect with the community I am living in, and what better way is there to do that than by attending the local church? I had several good experiences in churches around the Philippines.

There I was, sitting in the San Nicholas Parish church in Cebu City, listening to an almost heavenly sound coming from the choir and watching a particularly beautiful girl performing the lead vocal and singing like an angel in paradise.

I would guess she was 5’2″ and maybe 100 pounds dripping wet, with straight shiny black hair to her waist. For the remainder of the Mass, I edged ever closer to the choir area, so that when the priest’s final blessing was given, I could have some chance of catching her before she left.

Then, she was chatting with her friends in the choir after Mass. I waited until she started getting ready to leave before I approached the final few steps to talk with her.

I said, “You sing as beautifully as you are beautiful.”

She looked up and was startled, but replied, “Thank you.”

I introduced myself as Pete and found out that her name was Maria, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

“Where are you from?” she asked. In the Philippines, this is code speak for, ‘I could be interested in you if I know you better.’

I told her that I was from the US, but that I have been living on various islands of the Philippines for a while.

She was focused on me, and her next question got right to the point. “Where is your wife or girlfriend, Pete?”

I replied, “I have no wife or girlfriend.”

Of course, her next question was, “Why not?”

I replied, “Well, I just haven’t found the right girl yet, but I have been looking for her. I would love to find a girl who would love me as much as I love her. I want to find a love that lasts for life.”

Maria looked at me and smiled. I had obviously answered correctly. I asked if she had to be anywhere right then.

She said, “Not really. Why do you want to know?”

“I thought I might invite you to have lunch if you have time,” I replied.

She looked closely at me before saying, “Where?”

“Just a restaurant,” I replied.

She asked, “Can I bring my friend?”

I replied, “Aw, I was hoping that you were an adult. Only a child would ask for a chaperone.”

That made her defensive, and Maria replied, “I am an adult. I am at university, but I barely know you.”

I said, “I will take you to someplace public, if that helps.” That seemed to calm her, and she agreed to go with me.

I got a Grab taxi to take us to a small café close to my apartment where we could talk and not be disturbed. I wanted to get to know this girl, but I wasn’t sure about her age, and I didn’t want to have legal problems in the Philippines, so I needed to know more about her before we got involved.

We arrived at the café, and we were seated in a small booth in the back. There were no other customers in the café, so the place was nice and quiet. I ordered drinks for both of us, and then I started asking her questions.

Maria said she was a student at Cebu Normal University (CNU) and was studying to be a nurse. I asked what year she was, and found out Maria had just finished her first year, so she still had three more years to go.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“I live with my sister and her husband in Mandaue City. I used to live near V. Rama with my parents, but they moved back south to Argao,” she answered. “That was too far to go for school, so I have been staying with my sister until I could figure out something else.” Then she turned the question around asking me where I lived.

I replied, “I live in Vistana Residences near CNU. I like the central location.” She seemed in deep thought. “Wow. You are close to my school. That would be really nice.”

“What is your favorite color?” I asked.


“Mine too.”

“What is your favorite food?” I asked.

“Italian, but I don’t get it very often. Mostly we eat adobo or rice and fish. And yours?”

“I am partial to a tender medium rare steak, but they are hard to come by here in Cebu,” I answered.

She laughed. “Why is it the Americans like their beef undercooked?”

“It’s because beef gets tough when it is overcooked. Haven’t you noticed?”

She looked bahis şirketleri down and answered, “I don’t really like beef because it is always tough.”

“Now you know why,” I said.

“Maybe,” she replied.

“Have I told you how beautiful I think you are?” I asked.

“Thank you. I don’t really see myself as pretty.” Maria replied.

“Well, I certainly do.” I said. “When I saw you in the choir today, I knew that I had to get to know you. Just being here with you makes me happy and makes me feel a little closer to paradise.”

“How old are you?” Maria asked.

“I am fifty,” I replied. “Is that too old?”

“I don’t think so, if there is love then age doesn’t matter,” she said.

“That is music to my ears,” I said “because I think I could easily fall in love with you. In fact, if there is such a thing as love at first sight, I may have already fallen for you.”

Her eyes lit up at that comment. “I felt something too when I first saw you. You surprised me by introducing yourself.” Maria said. “I think we should get to know each other much better.”

“I agree,” I replied. “This café has pretty good food. Let’s eat,” and with that I called the waiter over so we could order. An hour and a half later, we were done with lunch, both of us satisfied with our meals.

The conversation slowed down a bit, and again, Maria commented again on how nice it would be to live so close to school. She said she was jealous, that she wouldn’t have to get up so early to make it to classes or have to ride stinky Jeepneys all the time, and she could go home for lunch if she lived so close.

“Would you like to see my place?” I asked.

She hesitated, and then said, “I’m not sure. I’ve never been alone with a man in his room before. I really don’t have a lot of experience with men or boys at all.”

“It’s OK. I just thought you might like to see the apartment where I live,” I replied.

She thought for a minute and then said, “OK.”

We were only half a block from my apartment building, so we were there in minutes. I unlocked the apartment door and let her enter first. She immediately liked it. At first, she noticed how neat my apartment was, then it was the nice furniture, and finally, she liked the view from my balcony.

My apartment wasn’t really that big, but she thought it was. I had a one-bedroom one-bath kitchenette apartment that I rented. It was centrally located and comfortable. I had a resort king-size bed in my bedroom.

When she saw that, she asked, “Are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend? This bed is too big for one person.”

I told her, “I don’t plan to be alone forever. Would you like to be my girlfriend?” This might have been a little bit too aggressive. Maria had said she never had a boyfriend before, and she wouldn’t know what to do if she did.

I asked her, “Do you trust me?”

She bit her lip and said, “I do. I don’t know why. I barely know you.”

I told Maria that if she let me be her boyfriend, I would take care of her and she would not have to worry about money as I would take care of all of her expenses.

Her eyes got big and she replied, “That would be wonderful. My family is poor, and I barely have enough money to go to school. I seldom get to eat lunch because I just don’t have enough money for it.”

I moved over to her by the bed, and asked, “Will you be my girlfriend then? You can move in with me if you want.”

She closed her eyes, and I leaned in to softly kiss her lips. The kiss seemed to last forever, but was probably less than a minute. She practically melted in my arms.

When we broke the kiss, she said, “That was my first kiss, and it was so much better than I expected.”

She paused, and then she said, “Yes. If you will pay my expenses, I will be your girlfriend if you want, but you will have to guide me because I know nothing. I hope that you aren’t just playing with me. I trust you because we met in my church, and I like everything about you, so please don’t betray me.”

She continued, “You are a handsome man, and I would hope to be your wife someday. I am a good Catholic girl, but I am willing to take a chance that you are also a good Catholic and will someday marry me.” Maria’s face glowed as she said this to me. Then, she leaned in again and we were kissing some more.

I really hadn’t expected her to agree so quickly. Good Catholic Filipinas usually hold out for a while thinking that is proper, but Maria had already made up her mind, and her mind (and her heart) told her that I was the one. It took me by surprise to the point that I wasn’t really sure what to do. However, I was enjoying the kiss, and I leaned us over until we were lying side-by-side on the bed. She didn’t resist at all.

My tongue was exploring her mouth, and my hands were exploring her body, at least as much as I could with both of us fully dressed. Maria was still in her church dress, and I was in dress shirt and slacks. We had dropped our shoes at the door when we entered the apartment. My bahis firmaları right hand wandered up and down her sides, making sure that I contacted the side of her breast every time my hand wandered near there.

Maria was moaning into my mouth, and I was really enjoying her reactions to my touches. I left her mouth and kissed my way to her earlobe and neck. If anybody tells you that a caramel-colored Filipina can’t blush, they don’t know what they are talking about. Maria’s face, neck and upper chest were all turning a pinkish hue as I nibbled and sucked on her exposed skin.

“Oh my!” was all she could say at first. “I never knew I could feel like this.”

My right hand found the hem of her dress, and was caressing Maria’s bare thighs all the way up to her panties, eliciting even more moans and gasps from her. I don’t think she had even realized that I was now lying on top of her with my knees between her legs.

Before we rolled, I had reached behind her and lowered the zipper of her dress baring her back. With that, I was able to kiss my way further down to her upper chest, scattering kisses liberally across her skin. Have you ever seen an Asian girl with goosebumps? I have. Maria’s skin was covered in them.

I didn’t want to scare Maria, so I kept it slow. I gradually lowered her dress from her shoulders while I kept her mind occupied with my kisses on her mouth, face, earlobes, neck and upper chest. Pretty soon, her dress was low enough to pull her arms from the sleeves, leaving her mostly bare from the waist up.

I went back to French kissing her while I unhooked the back of her bra. I was somewhat surprised by what I found under her bra. As it was slowly dragged from her breasts and arms, a beautiful set of 32 DD breasts were revealed. I have no idea how she had been hiding those beauties under her bra.

Most women that I’ve known in my life use bras to enhance their breast size, but Maria was doing the opposite. I had no idea that she was so well built. Most Filipinas are A or B cup. Anything larger is very unusual. Maria was definitely an exception to that rule. Her breasts were perfect, with small light brown areolas and eraser-sized nipples. I could tell they had never been suckled.

I continued kissing her as I played with her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. When I couldn’t resist any longer, I lowered my lips to her nipples, softly suckling each in turn and alternating between them.

All the while Maria moaned and sighed. “I never knew. I never knew,” she kept repeating.

She was tenderly holding my head against her chest as I caressed her nipples and breasts. I even gave her a couple of love bites on her lower breasts where I sucked her tender skin a little too hard. It was about that time when Maria started unbuttoning my shirt. I raised up enough that she could get to all of the buttons and pull the shirt tails out of my slacks. I was surprised that she was bold enough to do this.

Since there was now a bit of room between us now, I took the opportunity to scoot her dress down over her hips and off of her legs. She even helped me by lifting her bottom off the bed as I pulled the dress down and off her feet.

I thought this may have been a bit too much too soon because Maria became very shy, hiding her face in her hands. She said, “I have always been a good Catholic girl, and I have never allowed a boy to touch me. I think I should stop you, but for the first time in my life, I’m not sure that I want to stop.”

I suddenly realized that this was the girl I had been looking for all of my life. I gazed into her eyes and said, “I think I love you. I will protect you.”

A tear came to her eye, and she said, “I love you too, and even though I’m scared, I won’t stop you from making love to me.”

Maria pulled me in for another deep kiss as my fingers slowly massaged her pussy through her panties. She was quickly getting really wet down there. Even though she had absolutely no experience, her body was leading her to react as she should. I have always thought that experience is no substitute for good instincts.

My fingers played in her slit through her panties until she started to tremble. Then, I slid my finger under the side of her panties to touch her pussy directly. Maria was soaked inside her vulva. From her clit down to her vaginal entrance, her labia were as slick as they could be. Juices were running out of her vagina and running down between her legs. She was trembling the whole time, not from fear but from pleasure.

I lifted Maria’s panties away from her pussy and, with her assistance, slid them down her legs and off her feet. Then, I kissed my way back to her breasts again, kissing them all over as she continued to tremble. I was pretty sure that Maria was going into sensory overload, with her brain no longer able to handle the amount of stimulation her body was receiving.

Without lifting my mouth from her breast, I undid my belt and zipper and slid my slacks and boxers off of my legs and feet. Now, kaçak bahis siteleri there was nothing separating us. I continued kissing her, down across her navel to the top of her pussy.

Most Filipinas don’t shave their pubic hair, and Maria was no exception. However, her pubic hair was short, straight and soft, not trimmed or kinky as one might think. In fact, her small patch of pubic hair was only above her slit, and was never in the way as I kissed my way down to her pussy.

Maria asked me what I was doing, as she had never even imagined that a man would want to kiss a woman’s bottom. I assured her that this was what people in love did to ensure their partner’s pleasure, and that I wanted to do everything I could to make this a wonderful experience for her. She was still a bit uncomfortable, but Maria allowed me to continue.

Maria’s body started to shake as my tongue found her labia and then her clitoris. Over and over again, I massaged every part of her pussy to bring her to the height of pleasure. Just when it seemed Maria would be wearing out from a pleasure overdose, and me with her, she clutched me tightly and her body started jerking around uncontrollably.

“My God,” she screamed as her climax overtook her.

Juices were pouring out of her now, so I took the opportunity to slide up her body and position the head of my cock at her vaginal entrance while she was spasming from her orgasm. One quick push, and my hard-as-steel cock was firmly lodged deep in her vagina, her hymen only a memory.

She screamed again, but then relaxed a little as her orgasm continued to wrack her body. A couple of more pushes and my cock was fully buried in her pussy, filling her depths. She was so tight, I thought her pussy would squeeze my cock off inside.

Once buried up to her cervix, I held still for a few minutes, while her body got used to my rock-hard cock inside of her. After a bit, she experimentally flexed her inner muscles around my cock, and I started slowly sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. The sensations were amazing. Maria was moaning her pleasure.

In a few minutes, she sighed, “I love you. I hope you really love me too or I’m ruined.”

I gradually lengthened my strokes and built up a steady rhythm. Maria started pushing back against me as I thrust my cock into her. The brief sharp pain she had felt when I tore her hymen was now just a faint memory, and Maria was filled with pleasure as my cock filled her pussy over and over again.

She became more and more vocal the longer my cock slid in and out of her vagina, to the point where I hoped my neighbors didn’t hear her. The look on Maria’s face was a turn-on in itself. She had a look of total bliss.

I kissed her again. Her whole body undulated beneath me while our tongues continued to dance in our mouths. It finally got to the point where I didn’t think I could last much longer, and I was sure that she was experiencing minor orgasms from the action. I decided to speed up the pace and bring this to a good conclusion.

My cock was sliding full length in and out of her, pressing into the entrance to her cervix with each thrust. Maria was moaning into my mouth, almost grimacing with the pleasure she was feeling.

Then it happened. Her whole body froze up, her pussy clamping down on my raging cock, causing me to lose all control. Suddenly, I was pressing firmly against her cervix. I was shooting rope after rope of sperm through her cervix and into her womb, potentially millions of tiny sperm cells seeking out her fertile egg in the deep recesses of her body. I had no idea what part of her cycle she was in.

My cock continued to shoot spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum into her womb, and I didn’t ever want to let my cock slide out of her pussy. It felt like this was where I was intended to be, like this was home. Maria obviously felt the same way, clutching my waist in her legs, seemingly trying to pull my cock deeper and deeper into her very core.

I was so tired. Even with all the girls I had been with before, I had never experienced anything like this. It was as if my head was surrounded by fog, a warm comforting fog that wanted me to stay there forever. That was how I fell asleep, a fuzzy warmth surrounding me and my cock still lodged deep inside of her.

It was still Sunday when we woke, still in each other’s arms. It was getting late, though, and I asked her what she wanted to do.

She just smiled, and asked me, “Do you love me?”

“I think I do,” I replied. I meant it too.

“Then, I just want to stay here with you forever,” she said. And with that, she once again kissed me.

“Don’t you think we should at least get something to eat, or go get your clothes so you can move in with me?” I asked.

Again, a smile lit up her face. “You really want me to move in with you?”

“I don’t think I could continue to live without you,” I replied. That, of course, resulted in another deep kiss from Maria.

“I think we should probably do both of those things then,” she said. “I will have to explain things to my sister, but I don’t want to tell her that we just met today. I don’t think that would go over too well with either her or my parents, and I don’t want to hurt my family.”

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