A Weekend at my Friend's House in the Philippines

My navy shipped stopped in Philippines for a one week stand down. My friend and mentor (not Noreen) invited me to his family's tiny cabin-motel for a three-day weekend. A one hour flight on a tiny plane and a three hour jeep ride and we arrived at the tiny, empty, sea-side inn. After introducing me to his wife, children and other family members, he went off with his wife, leaving me in the hands of his sister and cousins. I soon realized, I was the only man. Widowed cousins and many whose husband's were balik bayon- over seas workers. As my friend told me ahead, I'd be helping make repairs to some of the cabin huts. He promised the work wouldn't be too much, but that my mechanical knowledge and male strength would be much appreciated by the family. He also told me to appreciate and accept the filipino hospitality.

The first thing I did was fix a set of stairs, following the instructions of Agatha, my friend's 40-something widowed sister. As I worked, my male presence attracted to ogling of many of women/girls. As I could count, there were 11 women, teen to adult and a few children. By the time I'd finished, it was dinner time. Treating me like a king, I was served plate after plate of wonderful food.

Evening turned to night. The children were in bed. Agatha showed me my cabin-a bamboo hut. The inn was closed for the off season so no running water. Showers were behind the main house. They were open-air for the season. It was all women, no modesty needed--except, I was there.

It was now dark and most all were sleeping. Agatha said I could shower anytime, and I did. It was a bit weird being naked outside, but it was dark. It was uneventful, that time.

I slept hard and was awaken by the sound of a rooster and the chatter of female voices. I opened my eyes.

"Good morning, Sir Ray!" There were 5 girls in the room plus Agatha. They were cleaning the abin.

"Come to breakfast!"

As I started to get up, I realized I was naked under the sheet. Confused, I thought I'd put shorts on before going to bed."

"The girls are washing all your clothes, " said Agatha. Then repeated, "All your clothes. " The girls giggled and pointed to a blushing young girl named Bina. The virgin had been tasked with the chore of removing my shorts as I slept.

The day's work is irrelevant and boring, though th girls watched me-- the American with the white skin and a body, hairier than most filipino men. I was, again treated like a king at dinner. The family was getting very friendly with me.

Evening and shower time again, a few girls were showering, including Bina. The girls giggled and semi-covered their privates.It was dark and i didn't see much. I apologized and started to walk away.

Agatha stopped me, inviting me to stay. The girls giggled more. Having been forced to skinny dip as a boy, being naked wasn't the issue. It was about being naked with girls.

It was heaven. The girls washed me and I washed them. Touching girls for the first time-- it was 1000 timed better than you could ever fantasize about.As my eyes adjusted to darkness, I could see tiny, perfect Asian breasts, firm asses and sparsely haired pubic areas. I touched and was touched in every place except the groin. Almost on queue, everyone left except for Bina and Agatha. We dried off and went to my cabin, wearing towels. I wasn't sure what was going on.

In the cabin, Agatha had Bina and I sit cross-legged on the bed facing each other. She turned on a bright lantern. Agatha said something in tagalog that made Bina smile and blush. On Agatha's command, we both removed our towels. It was an anatomy lesson.
Switching focus, back and forth, between Bina and me, she identified intimate parts and their function. We touched each other, illiciting vaginal moisture, erect nipples and a nervous erection. Bina asked Agatha a question. I was told to lay on my back.

Agatha removed her top, exposing her breasts. Adding a drop oil, she began stroking me-the first girl to touch my cock. Bina took over. Her hands were awkward as she followed Agatha's instructions. It was less stimulating than my own hand- not enough to make me cum--but at the same time, better than doing it myself.

Wanting to show Bina the expulsion of seed, she placed my hand under Bina's breast. She blushed and gasped. The flesh was amazingly soft. The sound of the innocent girls gasp, sent me over the edge. My cock erupted, sending four ropes of ejaculate into the air, landing on Bina's chest and belly. Amazing.

Bina and I spent that night in each other's arms- our nude bodies twisted together in loving bliss. We did not have sex.

The remainder of the weekend involved more work, food and open nudity, but nothing physically sexual.

38yrs later, I'm still close to the family, including the now 52 year old Bina. I've since spent weekends and vacations more than 30 times. The visits are still work filled and, though not quite as erotic as that 1st weekend, they're still fun.

Best, Ray