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 Angelita

   Authors Note:

   This is not only a true story (the names have been changed to protect
the guilty), the locations are correct and the individuals involved are
fairly normal human beings.  I do not measure my prick from my asshole, but
from the top where it meets my abdomen.  It is 6 1/2" long and the same
circumference.  The lady in this story has a normal vagina (fairly snug)
and does not spout "gallons" on orgasm.  This is not to say that she does
nothing, as she had one of the sweetest pussies I've ever tasted and when
she did cum, there was a slow and steady flow of pure honey from her.

   I arrived at Subic Bay Naval Station in early September 1958 as an
ambitious and horny 19 year old Marine PFC, and after a slow (almost four
week) trip on one of the scroungiest scum buckets afloat.

   Lena had left for the Island of Leyte to take care of several younger
brothers and sisters after her mother died, and I was still at Subic Bay
and would not be leaving for nearly another year.

   Angelita

   Three days after Lena left, I headed out into Olongapo for another
drunken day on "liberty", and decided that it would be too much trouble to
go to the far end of town for my first San Miguel beers.

   As you went out the main gate at Subic, on the left side of the street
and only about 100 yards away, was a two story building with several shops
on the ground floor and two bars, the Washington on the left and the White
House on the right.  Each bar had their own outside stairway leading to a
common entry balcony.

   Standing in and partially blocking the entrance, was a young
Filipina/Japanese mesteza wearing a short skirt and a mans tank top that
was at least two sizes too small for the amount of tit that it covered.

   Angie was not your average slim Filipina, she stood 5'4" and weighed
around 140.  Although this may seem a little on the chubby side, her weight
was evenly distributed and she was solid but not muscle-bound.  Her
measurements were 36C - 30 - 35 and there was only the slightest "pooch" to
her stomach.

   As I attempted to enter, Angie blocked my way and pushing her breasts
out as far as she could asked if I would buy her a drink or two.  The
temptation was just too much for a horny twenty year old Marine, and as she
thought I was reaching up to push her out of the way I used the palms of
both hands to "polish" her breasts through the tank top.

   Her reaction to this was to first look down at her breasts, and seeing
that the nipples were standing at attention, give me a resounding smack on
my cheek.  Next she turned an interesting shade of reddish brown and turned
her head away from my gaze.

   I apologized for the public feel, but asked her what she expected from a
Marine when presented with a "target of opportunity" and offered to buy at
least a few drinks to make up for the offense.

   Several drinks, several kisses at the table in the back corner of the
bar and several long slow feels of her smooth thighs, we agreed that the
appropriate thing to do was to head to the apartment that I rented at the
other end of town.

   As soon as we arrived at my place, Angie and I engaged in a breathtaking
hugging and kissing session that lasted for a good ten minutes while we
checked out various parts of each others anatomy.  She discovered that a
twenty year old Marine was hard enough to damn near bust his zipper, and I
found that her juices were starting to run down her legs after completely
soaking her thin panties.

   When we broke from our kissy feely session, I took my time removing her
few items of clothing, and then she took her time in getting my uniform
off. Thank God that issue boxer shorts have snaps, or we would have been in
serious trouble.

   When freed, my erection stood up proudly at a 45 degree angle, and Angie
went wide eyed at the sight.  I'm not "hung like a horse", but 6 1/2" long
and the same circumference makes it a respectable hole stretcher.

   I laid Angie back on the futon, and stretched out along side of her and
began to pay serious attention to the complete woman.

   While paying homage to her entire face with my lips, I was devoting my
hands to those twin points of interest that were waiting on her chest.

   Angie's breasts were heavenly, I had never before seen "C" cups that
were shaped into perfect cones, and her nipples stood out a half inch and
were the same in diameter.  I dropped my face down to these wonders, and
proceeded to lick and suck until she started babbling that she needed to
have some attention paid to parts located further south.

   I worked my way "south", pausing for a minute or two to run my tongue
around in her navel, then headed on to her pussy.  This was not the "great
hairy snatch" that you would expect from her ancestry, but was lightly
furred, and did not completely hide her outer lips.  As I looked, I could
see her clit protruding about a quarter inch, and it wasn't until I spread
those lips that I found the inner ones.

   I've known many women over the years that had protruding inner lips. 
I've known more than a few that had what is commonly referred to as "meat
curtains".  Angie had a beautiful pussy.

   If I had thought that Angie had been moaning while I worked on her
breasts, you should have heard her when my lips touched her nether lips. 
The sound level only increased as my tongue parted those lips and began
their exploration of any mans delights.  Her juices ran continuously, her
ass bounced and her whole body just quivered.  Her orgasms started almost
immediately, and I thought that she would crush my head with those powerful
thighs.

   I must have spent at least an hour with my head between those legs.  I
licked those lips from end to end, I ran my tongue repeatedly deep into her
delicious tunnel and alternated that with long term flicking her clit and
sucking it between my lips as if I were giving her a mini blow job.

   Each time she came, she thrashed around on the bed and yelled that she
had never cum like that in her short life.

   There are a lot of men that won't eat pussy under any circumstances.

   There are a lot of men that won't eat a woman that they have picked up
in a bar.

   I am not one of these men.  If a woman smells clean, the sweet musky
fragrance is a total turn on for me, and I can spend as long at a "box
lunch" as any woman can stand it.

   When Angie started to beg for mercy, I slid back up her body until my
stiff and aching prick was just barely contacting her soaking wet pussy and
told her that if she wanted it badly enough the she would be the one to
guide it to its new home.

   I entered her slowly, and paused for a few minutes to let her adjust to
being filled as Angie had on of the tightest vaginas that I've run into.

   I stroked her slowly through several orgasms, and then pulled out to
lick her through several more before returning my prick to waiting pussy,
only this time I rolled her on top of me.

   As she squatted down engulfing my prick, I waited until I hit bottom
(top?) and held her still while I flexed my ass muscles and made my prick
jump repeatedly against her cervix.  This caused her to have an almost
non-stop orgasm until I slipped out and placed her on her elbows and knees
for a little "doggie style" time.

   From behind, I inserted my now steadily dripping dick and proceeded to
"fuck her brains out".

   For about twenty minutes I maintained a slow and steady pace that kept
her moaning and begging for me to finish her off, but not fast enough to
make me shoot my wad.

   When neither of us could stand it any longer, I picked up the pace and
gave her a high speed finish.  When I finally came, I shot load after load
of cum into her pussy.  Each shot was driven in to the hilt just as hard as
I could go, and I could feel my cum squirting out between the end of my
dick and her cervix.

   Angie, thank God buried her face into the pillow as she came one last
time as she would have raised the dead otherwise.

   When I removed my prick from her pussy, Angie remained on her hands and
knees, and when I looked at that beautiful pussy, I could see my white cum
slowly bubbling out and running down her thighs.  I too the fresh towel
that I had placed by the futon and wiped up the excess as I slowly rolled
her over onto her back.

   We held each other tightly while I kissed first her lips and then her
breasts while using two fingers in her vagina to ease her back to reality.

   We both definitely needed a shower, but at that moment, Angie was in no
condition to attempt walking.  Have you ever seen a woman that was in
perfect physical condition that had been turned into a quivering bag of
jelly?  Angie for all practical purposes had no bones whatsoever.

   I carried her to the shower, propped her up against the back wall and by
the time I had finished washing her from hair to heels she had regained
enough strength to return the favor.

   We dressed, went out for dinner and a movie before returning to my
apartment for round two.

   When I finally had to head back to the base, I gave Angie a spare key to
the Apartment, and when I had my next liberty two days later, I found that
she had moved all of her things into my place.

   That day, I discovered that Angie liked to suck cock, and from then on,
until I returned Stateside, we added many a sixty-nine session to our
almost non-stop lovemaking.

   It broke my heart (just a little) to leave her there, but I was in the
Marines and had to go where ever Uncle Sam needed me the most.

   There were places to go, things to see and many more women in various
places around this world of ours that needed my loving touch.

   I survived these transitions, and I hope that all of them did as well.

   If you have enjoyed my tales (tails?), let me know at;
gl.1200a@yahoo.com I just may have more in store for you.
   Copyright 2007 by Lightning