Sex and Kara-Oke
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Sex and Kara-OkeI don’t know what happens in the rest of the Philippines, but in my village the best place to meet local boys is at the open-air kara-oke session they have every Saturday night in the basketball court. The boys don’t seem to like singing very much, but they just come along to drink and pick up the village girls. I guess the boys know why the girls are there, and the girls know why the boys are there. It makes it easier.Sometimes it doesn’t go much beyond the flirting stage. But you see the older, more experienced girls in their 20s – usually housemaids and ya-yas in the houses of foriegners – disappearing into the shadows with their men as the evening gets going: usually around 11 pm. The girls are often tipsy by then after drinking tuba, and the boys have always drunk lots of strong beer. You see them take their ladies behind the barangay hall, or into the coconut canlı bahis field to have sex with them.I never used to go up there. My parents always suggested that it was not where good girls should be seen. But I’ve been going along every week since I lost my virginity to that boy I told you about. I just tell them that I like singing and that there is no harm in it. But the real reason I’ve been going is to see that boy. I suppose I really wanted to see him again, my whole body used to ache sometimes. I’d rub myself two and three times a day. But I didn’t want to go out on a proper date with him. I thought he might think that I was a cheap girl: desperate to give my puki to him. So I thought I would go up there with my girlfriend, but knowing that he would be there. When I first went up there in early January, I must admit that I was nervous. Although I knew he was there, bahis siteleri I tried not to let him see me look at him, or even glance at him. He was with some of his friends, and I tried to concentrate on the singing and dancing with the girls. But every so often I would see him looking across at me, and I guess he noticed me doing the same thing because he came across and asked me if he could have a chat with me. It was embarrassing because all the girls started laughing and giggling. But they all encouraged me to go with him, especially my best friend Edelita. She’s very experienced, and she’s been helping me to become less shy with men.And so that was how it started. It was me that was behind the barangay hall now – a place I thought I’d never go. I told myself that I’d only kiss and cuddle with him, but I soon found that I wanted more than that. I was surprised what my body, güvenilir bahis or perhaps my puki was telling me to do. And so when he grabbed my panties and started to pull them down, I didn’t resist. I know I should have done, I should have really stopped him, but I just couldn’t seem to help it. And perhaps because I’d resisted the temptation for so long – confessing to the priest and praying for guidance – the feeling when his hard cock parted my lips and entered me once again was better – much better – than the first time. He pushed into me hard as we stood against the wall of the hall, and I wanted to cry out with pleasure as he gave it to me, but I couldn’t. And it wasn’t long before I felt him cumming into me. I felt the warmth of it hitting the very top as his cock pulsed with each release. And as I went back to my friends and sat down I could feel his stuff dribbling into my panties for the rest of the evening.Edelita had told me many things, but she hadn’t told me that girls should always carry a spare pair of panties when they go to karaoke on a Saturday night!TO BE CONTINUED
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