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My name is April May. No… my last name is not June so please spare me the jokes. As far as I can remember, everyone has called me Kia. I dont know the orgin of my nickname, but I was Kia before the car came along (or before we ever knew of it). I was born into a large family in the early 80s, tatay ko farmed a small sugar cane field. After the harvest each season, papa paid the landowner and there was little left over. Thus, we lived in a small one-room house, one of maybe a dozen families just like mine in the small barrio surrounded by fields. We didn’t have much, but we were happy.
I was a plain girl, lost in the middle of my many siblings. There was nothing really remarkable about me. I was flat-chested and skinny. I was (and still am) quiet and very shy. But that didn’t mean I had nothing to say, just that I didn’t feel like saying it. Actually, my mind is always turning, even if I don’t share my thoughts with anyone. I went through the motions while playing with my siblings and cousins, appearing pleasant if not joyful. It wasn’t until puberty when I realized I was bored. Just plain bored. I knew there was a whole world out there, and how I longed to see it.
A few years prior, one of the older girls in the barrio married a foreigner and left the country. I don’t know how they met, and I barely remembered her. So it was a surprising to hear talk in the barrio that she was coming home for a visit. Her family was naturally very excited. Then the day came when they arrived.
I was amazed by her husband, he was blonde with green eyes and an athletic build. He must have been over six feet tall. I couldn’t take my eyes off him! I climbed a tree behind our house and watched him. He was so sweet to his wife, holding her hand. He was very polite to her family as well. To me, he was the most perfect man on Earth. That thought actually surprised me, as I had only recently been noticing boys and having sexual feelings. It was all I could think about all day.
That night, while bathing at the water pump, I noticed that I felt “puffy” down there. As I washed, it didn’t feel the same as usual. It felt…. well… great, wonderful in fact. I shivered as my slippery fingers slid over my pussy lips inside my panty. Suddenly embarrassed, I glanced around quickly to make sure no one was near. Privacy was a rare luxury in those days. More comfortable now, I took much more time than necessary to “wash” puki mo. Exploring, I found tinggil ko, something I had always noticed, of course. But this time that special spot felt different, alive, even more sensitive and “full” feeling than before. I also discovered the amazing feeling when my finger tip brushed across my small, puckered butt hole. Now I felt guilty, glanced around again, then rinsed off with the bucket and cup.
I went inside and to the tiny dressing room to change into dry panties, shorts and tee. Mama had an old, cracked mirror in there with blackened edges. I took a minute to check out my naked body before dressing. I noticed my hips and breasts, just slight curves but there. Maybe I wasn’t so plain.
Later, laying in the darkness, I thought of my neighbor’s pogi young husband and quietly slipped my hand inside my shorts and yellow panty. I rubbed my pussy softly, pretending that my fingers were his. My nipples were poking my tee-shirt, like two little nubs pointing straight up. I felt them too. I felt so…. uhm…. kilig! But I also felt naughty and a little bit ashamed. My imagination, hormones and emotions were running wild! But I kept my head so no one would be aware of my activities. It was a LONG night.
For once, I felt like my own person; not someone’s daughter, sister, neice, cousin or neighbor… but me… Kia. A person with my own life, own desires, and own goals and dreams. And it felt great!
I woke up with my hand in my panty. Luckily I was the first one awake. My thoughts immediately went to the guy… my neighbor’s husband. At the thought, I felt my body respond. My tummy felt funny and my puke became warm and sensitive. I felt moisture in between my labia and I again began to lightly rub.
Let me say now that I am a good girl, from a good family, and raised like any other girl. If that sounds defensive, just consider the times. It was very conservative then! I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be feeling this way. Was it OK to feel malibog? Is it normal? And to be thinking about my neighbor’s husband! And to rub myself down there? But shit… it felt so good. How could it be wrong? I can’t be the only one who ever felt this.
Having decided it was normal, well… half deciding and half not caring, I wanted to keep going. But I couldn’t risk getting caught. Frustrated I got up and went outside. That’s when I saw him! He was wearing a pair of short running shorts (remember this was the 80s) and a white tee. He was with the neighbor boy, standing in the dirt road at the edge of the field. The boy was pointing to a path through the cane, and telling him to follow that path all the way around the field and it will lead back to the road on the other end. The man thanked him and took off running. I watched his toned athletic body disappear into the sugar cane.
Still feeling hot and damp, even more so now, I went to the outside CR and locked the door. In seconds, my shorts and panty were on the floor and my hand flew to my pussy. I started rubbing it again, and not so gently this time. I placed one foot on the toilet and leaned against the wall… and just rubbed it. I didn’t dare penetrate, in fear of losing my virginity (I didn’t know so much about my body at that time), but I spread my labia with one hand and rubbed my tinggil up and down with the other, using my puke juice to make things go easier. Next I tried rubbing it side-to-side, then a kind of circular motion. I decided the combination was best, and I closed my eyes and kept going. Suddenly, my knees shook and I nearly fell, I gasped and felt my body spasm and felt warm liquid on my thighs. Holy shit! What was that? I sat down on the toilet and felt like crying. It took a minute to get my breath. And I wanted to do it again…
I thought about it all day, the guy and what had happened. I knew the two things were related. All day my tummy felt warm and my throat was thick. I even trembled a few times when I recalled that feeling. That night, I had a fantasy. I knew where that path went. I also knew how I could get to the halfway point using a different path. I imagined I was there waiting for him to jog past. I laid on my tummy this time, my arm under me and my hand between my legs. I found my clit again as I played it out in my mind. I am standing in the path when he arrives. He stops in front of me, looks me in the eyes, and falls inlab. He takes me in his arms and he holds my face up and leans down and kisses me! This time I pressed my pussy mound on my hand under me and humped it. I imagined I was on top of the man. Just then I shook again, like before but maybe not as powerful. My tummy heaved up and down and my pussy contracted and released three times. My panty was soaking wet. I pulled my hand out of my panty and instinctively smelled it. Curious, I expected it to smell bad. But it was nice! I poked out my tongue and licked my finger just a little. It wasn’t bad, so I sucked on my fingers until there was no juice left. I slept well after that.
I woke just in time to see him jog past the house and onto the path. Without thinking, I quickly left the house before anyone woke up. I ran down to the other path and got to the middle before he did. And I stood in the path and waited. In less than a minute, I heard his steps and paced breathing. He rounded the corner and came into view. He approached and stopped in front of me. Wow! Was this happening? He looked surprised and awkward for a second, then said “Excuse me, Miss!”, stepped around and continued down the path.
Well… I stood there stunned. This was not the reaction I expected, not like my fantasy at all! What did I do wrong? I felt foolish, embarrassed and was feeling bad about myself. What made me think that a married man was going to stop and make love with a stranger? Especially a girl like me? Am I losing my mind?
But then, I had seen him close up! And that inspired another trip to the CR.
That night, besides being horny, my thoughts centered around how to get him to stop. I didn’t want another embarrassing encounter like I had that morning. I didn’t want to embarrass him either, or cause him to wonder what the heck I am doing in the field at first light in the morning. There had to be a way to be obvious. If I am subtle, he won’t notice and it would be awkward. If I’m blatant, than it will still be awkward, but at least I have a chance of getting my goal… hmmm.
But what should that goal be? I really didn’t want to fuck the guy. I mean, I wouldn’t want to break his family. And I was programmed by society that I am not supposed to give myself to anyone who is not going to be in my life forever. Old-fashioned, right? I don’t apologize for that. It may be old and traditional, but I believed it. In many ways, I still do. So… fucking the guy is out of the question. So then, what is it I’m after? What do I hope to achieve? I really must be going crazy.
Maybe I just want him to notice me. Maybe it’s just attention from a handsome man? Is that all? I thought about it for a while and came to a conclusion. No, that isn’t all. That’s just the start. I could have his attention all day and night, but I need something more. I want his body and I want to give him mine. Maybe not all of it, but I will gladly give him what I can right now. Above all, I want to make him happy. I want to blow his fucking mind, I want him to be so damn content that he never, ever forgets me.
Just then I remembered a conversation I overheard when I was little. I was playing under the house and my auntie was inside talking with one of her friends. I could hear them plainly, they were gossiping about a woman whose husband left her. A comment my auntie made stuck with me forever, and I recalled it now. She said the jilted woman should have “learned how to swallow because a man won’t leave a girl who swallows”. I remember thinking about that… swallow what? I was so curious! The conversation laughingly proceeded to get bolder, unaware of my little ears taking it in. Soon, I got the idea… ugh, kadiri! I was aghast and repulsed that a woman would put her mouth there and worse, to actually swallow what comes out? No thanks! As a child I was disgusted. Now, the idea didn’t seem all that bad…hmmm. Just then I suddenly remembered what I had done the previous night; I had tasted my own juice after I orgasmed.
So… I could actually have sex but not lose my cherry! I could satisfy the man and leave him with an irreplaceable memory, something he would never forget. But the big question remained, how do I get him to stop?
I couldn’t sleep, so once again I rubbed one out. This time I thought about giving that man the blowjob of his life! I thought about being on my knees, dropping his shorts, pulling out his dick, and kissing it, then licking it all over, and then sucking it until he shoots a load right down my throat. After cumming, I licked my fingers clean and drifted off to sleep, still feeling horny but a little bit kawawa.
The following morning I was up and out just as the sun was starting to peek out. The barrio was quiet except for the roosters. This time of year, the farmers didn’t have to get up quite so early. I washed and tried to do something with my hair, something to disquise the stupid pixie haircut mama ko always gave me. It would make me look like a little girl forever, or worse, a little boy… with my skinny body. How I wanted long beautiful, luxurious hair like other Pinay!
Anyway time was important, and I couldn’t waste any. I threw on a fresh flowery cotton panty, a pair of plaid shorts, and a simple spaghetti-strap top that I usually wore as an undergarment. I topped it off with a pair of yellow rubber flip-flops from the bargain bin at the market. There was no point in putting on any special clothes. For that matter, I didn’t have any even if I wanted to. I was hoping what I had would be enough. My heart raced as I ran to the secret spot, the intersection of the two paths.
I waited and waited. It seemed like an hour but it was probably only a few minutes. “He’s not coming today”, I thought. I was disappointed. I felt like I could not live any longer without that guy’s dick in my mouth. I shivered at how naughty (and sarap!) that thought was. Just then, I heard his running shoes hitting the dirt. I dropped to my knees in the center of the path and waited.
Soon he was before me! My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest!
“We have to stop meeting like this” he said with a smile.
I looked up into his green eyes and returned the smile. We stood there looking at each other awkwardly for a second, then I noticed he was going to step around me and keep going, just like yesterday. I couldn’t bear that again! Impulsively, I reached out and rested my hand on the bulge in his running shorts. And what a bulge it was!
He was startled for a second, but he didn’t move. He looked confused while I tried to look confident. He looked around and then looked back down at me again. Without a word, I lowered his shorts to his knees. My chest hurt! I was in a daze but I knew it was now or never.
“I – I can’t….” he stuttered.
Silently, I ignored his words and grasped the band of his undies and pulled them up and over his already hardening cock. And what a beautiful cock it was! It sprang up before me and I lowered his undies to his shorts. Before I could even think, I grasped it and boldly planted a kiss right on the head. I had never seen a grown man’s dick, and it was larger than I expected. I wondered for a second how he ever kept it in his pants wthout it being so obvious? My hand barely fit around it. It felt awesome! So hard, but yet soft to the touch. Kind of squishy, but firm just the same. I stared at it, moving it around in the air and looking from all angles, even underneath. I lifted his balls with my other hand. They were warm… and heavy! I decided I liked this!
My panty was becoming wet and my nipples were poking out. I had butterflies in my tummy. I had thick saliva and an odd taste in my mouth. My hands were trembling as I held him. I began to lick. It kind of came naturally to me, and I was emboldened as I progressed. His body movements indicated to me that I was doing alright, and it spurred me on. I licked down the shaft until my tongue was on his scrotum and his cock was resting on my face. I turned my head to the side and his wonderful dick popped up towards my ear as I nibbled and licked his nuts.
“Uhm…wow… well, ok-k” he said. He was as astounded by this as I was. He grabbed my head in his hands as I licked up the shaft and opened wide. He helped me by moving my head closer as he thrusted his hips forward. And just like that… I was sucking his dick!
“Ow! Teeth!” he said as I felt him flinch. I curled my lips slightly under, not wanting to make that mistake again.
We soon picked up a mutual motion, him pumping and me bobbing up and down, back and forth. There was nothing objectionable about this, I loved it. He smelled musky, sweaty but in a good way… A man smell, so naughty and delicious. There was no taste, really, maybe a little salt.
I loved the way I felt in control of this man… the way I am holding him by his fucking cock and I could make him do anything right now. I never felt control over anybody in my life!
He reached down with one hand, inside my top, and began to feel my titties. I looked up to see him in ecstasy and it turned me on so much! There was no stopping, no going back. This was happening and it was better than I could ever imagine…
But now, he stopped. Surprised, I let his cock pop out of my mouth. I looked behind him, then behind me… was someone coming? But there was no one. Just then he reached for my hand and helped me stand. He put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me towards him and kissed me. His tongue slipped between my lips and forced it’s way inside my mouth. I parted my lips and returned his kiss. His hand went into my panties from behind and dug down deep until one of his fingers slipped into my butt crack and began rubbing me as we kissed. I almost fell… my legs were weak and unsteady. He broke the kiss, stepped back, dropped his shorts and undies to the ground and stepped out of them. He took my hand and led me into the sugar cane, kicking his discarded garments along with us. It was smart to get out of the path.
One concealed, he pulled my top over my head and threw it on the pile of clothes, next came my shorts and then my panties. We both realized there wasn’t much time, he would be missed. Heaven forbid someone would come looking for him. Naked, we stared at each other momentarily and then kissed again. Then… he turned me around and gently bent me over. Foolishly, I didn’t realize what he was doing, what his intention was. I simply complied with what he wanted. I had no knowledge of sexual positions. But when the head of his lovely cock was in my crack, it became apparent to me what he was doing. I felt his dick push into my pussy hole and I jumped .
“Noooo…..” It was my first word to him. I turned around to face him.
“Bakit?”
“I’m virgin”
“Whaaat?”
I looked in his eyes, the confusion and frustration! Then I looked at his cock, still hard and now wet with my puke juice. I turned back around before him and bent over. Slower now, he repositioned his titi with the entrance to my pussy. He slowly pushed until he reached the barrier.
“Aray!”
“Sorry” He rubbed my back and then resumed pushing. We repeated this motion a half dozen times, each time he stretched me more and more…. and it hurt!
“Are you OK?”
“Oo, sige”
“Relax, baby” He rubbed my back with his thumbs on my waist.
I took his advice and did the impossible… I relaxed. Just then, he withdrew slightly and then PUSHED! OMG! I felt like I was being torn in half!
“Aughhhh!” I cried.
He held himself there, still, buried all the way in my tiny pussy. My butt rested on his groin. He held it there until I got used to being stuffed. Then he slowly backed out and pushed in hard again.
“Aughhh!”
“You alright?”
“Yessssssss… aja!”
He began to thrust.
He fucked me for only a couple of minutes, but it felt like poreber at the time. He was getting nervous about being gone so long and I was unbelievably sore. But I loved it, and judging by his grunts, he did too. At this point, he lifted me up so my head was on his chest, and he reached around and stroked my clit. Wow! I came. I had my first orgasm in the direct presence of another person. He and I exchanged little pieces of our souls. I came on his dick for half a minute, then he pulled it out and whirled me around. I saw his cum fly out… jetting hard…. and hitting the ground. What a waste, I thought, and I dropped to my knees and took the last stream in my mouth and swallowed it. It dribbled off my chin onto my nipples as I stood and kissed him goodbye.
We dressed quickly and without a word, and I left the way I came. He ran off behind me and I walked slowly with my head spinning and my pussy dripping. I still had some cum on my right nipple. I scooped it with my finger and tasted it. It was sweet and salty. It was my last taste of that man.
I purposely slept later the next few mornings. I wanted to see him again, but I knew it would hurt. He left that week and I never, ever saw him again. I think of him often. I wish the best for him and his wife, and whatever children they may have by now. I don’t blame him for any of it, it was all my doing. And I have never once regretted it.
I know in my heart that sometimes he thinks of me too.
-The End-