As I sat down and ordered a beer I was quickly surrounded by a handful of girls, which is probably par for the course when you’re the ONLY customer in the place! One of the girls in particular caught my attention, but I believe the first thing out of her mouth due to utter FEAR of a white guy twice her age is “Im cherry girl”. Well, cherry girls need drinks TOO, don’t they? And I commenced to buying them and chatting her up.
While others have cursed the proliferation of cherry girls in the bars in AC, seeming to always be thwarted by them after picking them as their initial fave from a new lineup, I hadn’t really spent much time with any of them before. On my first trip Epi had informed me how to generally spot them, and asking the waitress before calling one down worked quite well as a backup plan. And NORMALLY I had no interest in them. If they weren’t into serious boom boom let somebody ELSE waste their time chasing them!
But this girl on that day somehow ended up being different. While the other girls around me were being quite slutty trying to get my attention, my attention was quite devoted to the cute, shy innocent one. Who also happened to have what looked to be extremely FIRM cleavage and a well-sculpted little body. Armed with plenty of liquid fuel, I was more outgoing than usual, and as this ‘liquidity’ also dimmed my better judgement, I also started playing around a bit with my new, innocent bargirl, alternating being cuddly with her in a booth with trying to shove my hands down her top to feel her tits. She’d SHRIEK in protest, but I could tell she was a little excited by it and would get EXTRA cuddly when I’d show mercy and call timeout.
Eventually we started kissing a bit, which she was extremely reluctant to do at first. But when I asked her what was wrong, she said she ‘liked me’, but DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO KISS! She said that I was the first guy that had ever kissed her.
Now I am no rookie to hooker bars, and I’ve heard some whopper loads of BS from girls in those bars over the years, but I had NEVER heard anything quite like THIS before, and I kinda half believed her. And, of course, got excited by it!
I started to get a little taken by her, about to the extent that I CAN these days as I seem to have entered a teflon stage of my mongering career where bar girls are pretty damned fungible and need to be exchanged as often as possible. And I knew damned well that getting hooked up with a cherry girl would likely NOT produce a happy ending for me like hooking up with HUNDREDS of other willing girls in AC would. But, again, this day was just a little different than most.
After an hour or so of sitting with her in the bar, I told her I wanted to barfine her and wanted her to stay with me that night. I told her upfront that her virginity would be perfectly safe unless SHE was the one telling ME to take it. She said she’d think about it. Good ruse for a cherry girl surviving on lady drinks! This got me started trying to convince her that she should let ME be the guy to boldly go where no man had gone before, and she listened intently for awhile before starting to confess everything she hated about working in a bar, which she said she’d only done for one week to that point.
After close to three hours in the bar I needed to eat and prepare for the EVENING barhop and figured it was time to give up on her and go after much lower hanging fruit. But I asked a couple more times, and she just said “I can’t”. So I told her “OK, I’ll come back tomorrow and ask again”. She then told me that she was quitting the bar that night after getting paid for the first time (said she couldn’t stand the pressure from the management to go on barfines) and never coming back. I asked for her cell #, but of course, she didn’t have one, as she’d never even been paid yet.
I asked her to meet me the next night, and she quickly got excited by the idea. Probably not as much as me being excited that there would be no bar fine! We agreed to meet at Mr JJ’s and that I’d take her to dinner and barhopping and that she was under no obligation to stay with me. Of course since she didn’t have a cellphone so I could remind her, I figured she’d stand me up, and it wasn’t too hard to forget about her as soon as I left.
Actually, it ended up that I was the one that almost forgot about our little rendezvous. Doing the usual AC thing and hanging out and drinking, I lost track of time and when I finally remembered that I had a ‘date’, it was already 15 minutes past the appointed time and still I had to get to the far end of Fields Ave.
I still took my time getting there, half convinced that she either hadn’t shown or was long gone, and a quick look around the now expanded JJ’s market confirmed that suspicion. But as I was about to leave she rapidly approached with a big smile and quickly introduced me to her quite chubby younger cousin. OK, it was gonna be one of THOSE kind of dates, huh? Didn’t seem at ALL promising, but I figured an extra dinner for the chubby chaperone wasn’t going to kill me, and I resolved that I was going to just completely cut bait if she had to tag along after that. Luckily the cousin was only brought along (supposedly) so Cherry Girl could show off how ‘guwapo’ I was. Yeah, I know, them Filipinas ain’t exactly picky!
I headed to Hole in the Wall, directly across from Central Park with both in tow, and met up with Epimetheus and his two dates that he’d been hooked up with all week. Epi mentioned that he had seen some guy with more than 30 girls follwing him around, and as things turned out, it was the Crazy Norwegian who had barfined EVERY GIRL AT FLAMINGO (48 of them supposedly) and took them on a barhop! Now THAT is living LARGE! INSANE too, but damn, might be fun to try, and in AC that STILL came out to less than 1000 bucks. The story one of the English guys in the previous day’s entourage told later was that he’d taken them all to Winchester Bar, put 100,000 pesos on the bar and said “Let me know when it runs out.” PSYCHO!
Cherry Girl wasn’t hungry, but the FAT one was (which made Epi laugh), and Cherry Girl was simply silent and cuddly throughout the entire meal. SO clingy, in fact, that it made it hard to cut my steak. I’ve had the Porterhouse 3 times now at Hole In the Wall, which enjoys a rather glowing reputation among AC locals, but as Epi pointed out on my first trip, the beef in the PI is tough as shoe leather.
Epi and the entourage ended up leaving us alone, and as soon as I finished eating I told Cherry Girl that I wanted her to stay with me that night, stressing again that she would not be attacked and that she would be ‘the boss’ when we were alone in the room. She absolutely FLOORED ME by saying YES, and I got INSTANTLY happy. She did ask if we could see a few bars first, and as it was pretty early, seemed like a good idea. I did tell her we had to ditch the cousin, though. That was no problem, and I sent her home on the closest trike.
CG wanted to go to Lancelot, a bar I never cared much for, and it turns out that it was a good choice, as she was trying to show me off and claim me as HERS. She pointed out several girls that she knew there, and a couple came over to say hi. Luckily she hasn’t adopted the ‘buy my friend a drink’ trick, as I was actually feeling whipped enough to do it!
We actually didn’t stay long, and when I asked where she wanted to go next, she again surprised me by saying she wanted to see my room. Uh, yes, babe, THAT can be arranged!
What happened after that is pretty easy to imagine: TV got turned on, lights got turned out, kissing started during commercials which quickly led to MAJOR making out, which led to groping, which led to gradual clothing removal. But unlike usual, there was no sure thing here, and I was still unsure what the girl had planned with me that night and how far she wanted to go.
After going VERY slowly (all of the above took a couple HOURS), we ended up under the covers with me naked and her in just her panties. It was a BIG step for her to get topless, even though I had removed her bra and sucked tit for a few seconds by lifting up her shirt a few times. While under the covers, I put her hand on my dick, which as you might imagine was a rod of STEEL by this point, and as expected, she commented that she had never felt a dick before. Of course her naivete was an inCREDIBLE turn on. While I had never targeted virgins before, and I probably never will again due to the fallout with things with her, I can certainly understand WHY guys would want to seduce the innocent ones: It’s a fuckin’ RUSH! Talk about an ego trip… Having some hot young girl being 1000% into YOU and no one but YOU can make you feel 1000 feet tall.
I told Cherry Girl that everything we had been doing had made me very horny and that my dick was so hard because I wanted to ‘make love to her’. She said she wanted it too. I asked if she was sure, and she said yes, she wanted me to take her cherry. I SWEAR I almost JIZZED right then and there when she said that, but as I soon found out, a ‘meeting of the minds’ as to fucking her was a totally different thing than actually penetrating her! Her mind may have been willing, but the body was going to put up one HELLuva fight!
I told her that the first thing I needed to do was go down on her. She just about FREAKED when I said that and absolutely refused to allow it. This disappointed me, but arguing didn’t seem productive, and a quick rub of the honey put revealed that she was already SOAKING wet. And I was as hard as I think I’ve ever been in my LIFE at that point, and DYING to penetrate her.
And lining up for entry was no problem: She opened her legs slightly and soon I was hovering above her, cock ready to go to HEAVEN. But as I actually had it pushing forward into where I knew it had to go, she took her legs and full on KICKED ME IN THE CHEST WITH THE BALLS OF HER FEET! Which, of course, HURT!
Mood shattered, I immediately snapped “What the HELL did you do THAT for?” She said ‘it hurt’. I pointed out that mule kicks in the chest weren’t exactly pleasant. She said she was sorry, but it just hurt too much. I asked her if she wanted to continue or not, and she insisted she did.
The exACT above scene was played out at least another three times, to the point where I felt like Charlie Brown lining up for a field goal! We’d have these little chats while I tried to catch my breath from the KICKS, and then it’d take awhile of making out and tit sucking to get back to the rock hard state and work up the nerve to try again. Every time she’d tell me she WANTED me to take her cherry, but that it was too much pain. I told her that it was going to hurt the first time, and that she needed to just try and reLAX! But it just wasn’t working.
After several HOURS of these stops and goes and timeouts to recover from INJURY, I had REALLY had enough and was just planning to give up. The fact was, however, that I had seVERELY blue balls at that point! I NEEDED to get off, and I got CG to start tugging with her hand in order to get some reLIEF! As you might imagine, though, she wasn’t much at giving a handjob, and I began to wonder if I was going to have to spank it myself!
Ultimately I decided that I was going to simply HUMP HER until I spooged. And actually this felt REALLY good, and her wetness was like a RIVER on my cock as I started thrusting between her thighs and up to her little bush. As worked up as I was it was NOT going to take long.
But a funny thing happened as my cock started pistoning rapidly and trying to rub up against her with as much contact as possible: I rode a wave of slickness and VOILA, it actually slipped IN slightly! YEE HAW!!! Why hadn’t I tried this 3 hours before???
Of course HER first reaction was to try and KICK again, but I leaned in and stopped from taking a full force blow that time, and miraculously, the inch and a half I FINALLY had inside her didn’t become dislodged in the process.
While I was DAMNED happy at that point to have FINALLY gotten my dick into her warm hole, I ALSO wanted to get at least a couple inches more in so it would actually feel like FUCKING! Of course even the SLIGHTEST thrust would have her HOWLING in pain and trying to wriggle away! This girl’s cherry was NOT going to go lying down!
Deathly afraid that further kicks and escape attempts would lead to me with a PERMANENT case of blue balls for the night, I stopped trying to work more cock inside and instead just started to gently move it enough to feel a pleasant sensation. And it did inDEED feel DAMNED good. But ultimately is was the sheer heightened excitement that had me squirting about a gallon of goo in a good dozen spasms into her tiny little slit. Which of course tended to not drain inside as I wasn’t buried very deep. As I pulled out, the immense load got pulled out with me, and there ended up being a HUGE wet spot on the bed which required an immediate fetching of a scratchy towel that we’d end up sleeping on.
Ahh, sleep. As it was well after 3 AM at that point and I’d been quite nervewracked over whether I was EVER going to get my cock inside her, the CRASH after I came was severe and rather immediate: I NEEDED to go to sleep.
Of course Cherry Girl was having NONE of that, and almost immediately after I went for a towel and rejoined her on the bed started BAWLING HER EYES OUT SOBBING and choking out indistinguishable words while gasping for air between the sobs. ExHAUSTED and SO not in the mood for all this CRAP, I tried to get her to calm down and tell me why she was crying like that. Eventually she did, and she kept repeating ‘What’s going to happen to me NOW’, and ‘My family is going to KILL ME’! Ahh, the beauty of a repressed Catholic brainwashing and an extended family counting on big profits from her selling her gash…
I calmly tried over the next couple hours to give her a pep talk to make her feel better and tried to make the point that loss of her virginity was merely a passage into womanhood, but her brainwashing had been laid on THICK! Her parents (back in Samar) and friends would apparently SHIT THEMSELVES and disown her if they knew she was no longer a virgin. And her ex-bargirl aunt (turned trophy wife for a 60+ local. Barowner, as it turned out!) she had come to stay with that had convinced her to work in the bar in the first place had been pressuring her to SELL IT! This girl had been fucked in the head from BOTH SIDES to the point where she was insanely miserable.
The ONLY thing that made her feel better about ANY of this was the fact that she LOVED ME! Loved me more than life itself. Yes, the last 36 hours since meeting me had completely changed her life and had given it purpose…
As you might imagine, I’d bitten off waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more than I had intended to chew here! My sense of remorse and feeling like the world’s greatest SHITHEEL was overwhelming as she was pouring out her life to me. I wanted a ‘do over’ soooo baddddly!
But, of course, the evil pervert inside simply could not HELP but thump its chest and crow about how incredibly unique it had felt to slip ¼ of my cock into her OH so viselike clam. Which, of course, made me feel even WORSE when trying to reconcile my preverted ego against the “nice Porker’s” feeling shitty because I’d turned this chick’s life upside down.
Eventually she cried herself to sleep in my arms, and I felt relieved to be able to catch a precious few winks myself. It didn’t last long, though, as she woke with a panic seeing light coming in from behind the heavy shade and saying she desperately needed to be home before her ‘Auntie’ discovered she was gone! While cleaning up and getting dressed she kept proclaiming that the world was going to come to an end when she told her aunt and her friends.
While DYING to just wash my hands of the whole situation and be RID of all her emotional CRAP, I didn’t have the heart (and couldn’t think fast enough!) to blow her off. We made a date for later that night, and I felt enormous relief when she shut the door behind her.
But before she left I had given her 1500 pesos, and she made a point of telling me that she had never asked for that before telling me ‘thank you’. I figured it was the LEAST I could do since she had quit the bar the day before and had willingly given me her ONLY asset in life!
I spent the rest of the day in quite a funk and tried to sleep several times only to find that my consience was really bugging me. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to seduce a nitwit of a future whore to be into laying some tuna on me, but I NEVER expected all the emotional crap that came with it. It was not in ANY way worth it, and I would STRONGLY warn anyone thinking about trying this at home to leave the cherry busting to someone else. I tried to rationalize things by saying that, ‘well, it was going to be taken by SOMEBODY!’, but I still felt REALLY damned bad for ripping her world apart with NO intentions to match the ones she had for ME.
I drank quite a bit to keep my mind off of things, and ended up barfining Cecile at Gecko’s again for some giant titty ‘therapy’, and she indeed made me feel a LOT better.
But eventually the time came for my date with Cherry Girl, and I dutifully waited for her at the bar in the hotel at the appointed time. And she didn’t show up! I almost GLEEFULLY ticked away the minutes past the hour as I waited and wondered when I’d officially be able to leave and seek refuge somewhere that she wouldn’t find me in case she did eventually show up. I asked a waitress at the bar what etiquette was for such things in the PI, and she said 15-20 minutes.
Well, I gave her a half an hour. When she didn’t show by 10:30, I headed for my room to get cash and camera, but this turned out to be a fatal error, as she was entering the lobby as I was about to leave! FUCK!
Cherry Girl was DAMNED happy to see ME, though, and it didn’t take long to match her enthusiasm. I thought she was ADORABLY cute, and while she made me feel a little too father-like to be truly comfortable around her, the thought of getting her naked again and getting another crack at burying the meat inside her quickly dominated my thoughts.
But of course we had to TALK first… She hadn’t told her aunt, but had told one of her cousins, who she was sure would tell everyone she knew. She said it was only a matter of time before her aunt threw her out of the house. She said she’d had some blood on her panties and had been desperately afraid her aunt might see them, though she said she would have blamed it on her period.
Like usual when she was babbling away, my reaction was to daydream about filling her mouth with COCK to shut her up, and when I suggested that she give it a few kisses, she tried a little, but I could barely feel anything and she insisted that she didn’t want to do more.
So, severely HORNY again due to her, I tried to mount her again as I had tried several times the night before, and wouldn’t you know it, she ended up KICKING ME IN THE CHEST AGAIN! WTF? I thought the hard part was OVER!
Apparently the pain was still unbearable for her, and I quickly stopped trying any traditional insertion, but again focused on humping her until it slid in. It didn’t fit any better than it had the night before, but this time at least I could probe a little with my cock without triggering the kicks (!), and going OH so slowly I could feel her little pussy expand to open up for me. The wincing and yelping still continued, though, and weren’t the least bit erotic. But as I was still so worked up about getting my cock inside her, it again didn’t take long to spray her with spooge. I’m sure she’ll end up remembering that her first was a premature ejaculator until her dying day!
Fortunately the drama was much lighter after the second time, and we spend the night mostly cuddled up asleep. Waking up together in the middle of the night at some point, I got the idea to try the hump insertion style with her lying on her STOMACH, and this actually worked out GREAT! While I never got anywhere NEAR balls deep, there were no yelps or kicks, and she even started MOANING and bucking back against me slightly while getting inSANELY flushed with heat.The girl was coming around!
She needed to leave early in the morning again – she had been late the night before because she hadn’t been able to sneak out until her aunt had gone to bed – and I again gave her 1500 before she left. I decided to milk her devotion to me by telling her to make the bed before she left, and she HAPPILY complied!
I had been thinking about how to tell her that I needed to move on, but just didn’t have the heart. But I also didn’t want her monopolizing my bed every night simply for HER convenience as I’d let Airport Girl do in the past. So I did what every monger with half a brain would do: I LIED! I told her that night was to be my last night in town before heading for Manila, and that I planned to go barhopping and get very drunk with my friends. And of course I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of her while drunk! And of course she didn’t have a cellphone (thank GOD!) and I had no idea when I’d be done getting sloshed with my buddies…
SO, I actually got away with not seeing her that night. I did SWEAR that I’d have breakfast with her the next day so we could say goodbye (I actually had two full nights in AC left after THAT that I completely lied about).
The breakfast meeting the next day at Margarita Station was severely gut-wrenching, as my little de-flowered amiga gave the best impression of a lovesick girl I’ve ever seen. She couldn’t make it through 5 minutes at the table with me without bursting into tears, and she said “I love you” about a couple dozen times.
She had brought me some gifts and a card, and I was truly FLOORED that she would go to so much expense and trouble. The card was very mushy to begin with, but her hand-written note inside made it even mushier. I was VERY touched, but I was just incredulous that we were SO different in our feelings for each other. She was in AGONY that I was ‘leaving’, and I couldn’t WAIT to get rid if her. I thought her proclaimed devotion was nothing short of inSANITY!
I put her in a trike going in an opposite direction as I headed back to my room and I probably did a little happy dance all the way back to the hotel, I was so happy to be a free man again. Since she didn’t have a phone and the security at Central Park was decent, I felt fairly safe in keeping my room there.
The fallout began shortly after I left to come home on my trip. On the plane ride back to Bangkok I noticed a clear discharge before taking a pee that got me damned nervous in a HUGE hurry. I’d had drippy dick before, but it had been of the yellow goo variety that stained my shorts and it started feeling ‘funny’ when I peed. The first thing I did upon checking in to my hotel in BKK was to seek out a pharmacy for some advice and some meds, and a 1 mg shot of Zithromax and 4 cipro were the recommended deal. The tough part was not being able to drink for the day and putting myself in exile from chicas while I recovered. The drip cleared up in about 24 hours, and I didn’t think much of it after that other than yet AGAIN feeling so helpless and weak to my tendency to not wrap up when I KNOW I should. Of course there was also the lingering feeling that I MIGHT have given a dose to cherry girl. I first noticed a symptom on a Sunday morning, and I had last had sex with her on Thursday morning.
And, of course, a couple days after I got home, sure enough, I got an email from her that she was in the HOSPITAL with a ‘urinary tract infection’. Now the HOSPITAL part was a little hard to swallow, but as much as I felt like shit seeing her SOBBING the night she lost her cherry, I felt 100X WORSE knowing that I’d infected her like that. And when the UTI diagnosis came, she HAD to tell her aunt about losing her virginity, which got her a one way ticket to a maid/dishwashing job in order to avoid getting kicked out of the house.
While I fully intend to lay the cost of the medication on her if I ever see her again, her subsequent requests for money from me have eased my guilt quite a bit, and she has made up some WHOPPER stories to try to extract some from me. My favorite was how she was having problems with her appendix and was going to be needing surgery. When I didn’t bite on THAT ONE, it was revealed that her doctor decided to treat her appendix problem with medication, but the meds were expensive. So, she naturally asked me to send her some funds in order to save her young life via this radical medical procedure! I’ve told her a couple times now that I am not a bank, and after a 3 week period without any email contact to her, I broke down last week and told her that if she ever asks me for money again that I won’t respond to any of her future attempts to contact me.
So, there’s the story. While I would certainly like to THINK of myself as a decent and nice guy, the reality is that there have been times in my life when I have without a doubt been a MAJOR prick, and this case is pretty damning evidence. I probably SHOULD HAVE KNOWN what I was getting into when I first started sweet talking Cherry Girl, but my ego and my DICK put all rational thought in check to see if they could win a pathetic little game that seriously impacted the life of a very sweet young girl. I am NOT proud of that, but then again, short of playing some sort of charade of continued involvement with the girl, I can’t really do anything about it either except hopefully learn from the experience and chalk it up as just one MORE thing that has me on the express downscalator to HELL. In this case, I wish the RIDE had been worth it.
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