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 Love Across; Part 1
Tags: M-solo, M/f, breast-feeding, preteen, ped, pregnant
Taking the advice of a couple of my co-workers at my office in Downtown
Portland, Oregon, I used most of my frequent flyer miles and took a plane

across the Pacific Ocean to one of the smaller islands in the Philippines.

   Arriving via a red-eye flight, from transferring planes in Hawaii, I
looked out through the small window on board, and saw myself in
Manila--which wasn't my final destination, as I'd booked a "Luxury" Hotel
room a few miles away, but since I wasn't exactly sure where I was supposed
to head, I had arranged for a guide, who I spotted holding up a cardboard
box lid with MY name on it.

   Grabbing my suitcase, which wasn't overly full as I'd only brought a few
days clothes/necessities, I headed off the plane and walked over to my
guide who was a younger man in his mid 20's, and was sucking on a menthol
cigarette, which made me cough as he exhaled the hideous smoke.  He looked
at me, and I nodded.  "You Stevens?" he asked me.

   "Yep...Call me Nate..." I smiled as he shook my hand, spat the cigarette
out, and saw I only had the one medium-sized suitcase.

   "No other bags?" he asked.  "Call me Ben..."

   "Glad to meet you Ben...is that short for something?" I asked.

   "Benjie...but I don't like that..." he half-chuckled as he felt in his
pocket for something.

   "Ben it is....Oh, Bags...?  Nah...I'll probably pick up anything I need
if I need it..." I lightly chuckled, getting a small laugh from him as he
headed over to a beat-up, but remotely newer Chevy something-er-other,
which had mud plastered over most of it.

   "Hop in...Cavite's only a few miles away...you got your reservation for
the place you staying at?" he asked me.

   "Yep..." I smiled and nodded, then hopped into the passenger side, and
as I got in I saw a passing group of woman and girls of assorted
ages--instantly the beauty of the younger and more attractive ones caught
my eye--even, self-admitting, the rather young ones, around 11 or so, who
had already began to develop sizeable bumps of breasts, and had well-shaped
asses from what I could tell.

   "You like girls?" Ben suddenly asked me, getting my attention.

   I chuckled, "what guy doesn't?  Just looking though..." I admitted,
though my peering was more than mere "looking", as my mind raced with a
flurry of un-pure thoughts, specifically focusing on those girls.

   "Hey...if you want girls, Ben can show you...I have a cousin in
Cavite..." he explained, trying to play to my obvious MALE needs for a
piece of ass, then slapped me on the shoulder.  "You smoke?" he then asked.

   "Nah..." I shook my head, then nearly fell forward hitting the dashboard
as he started the engine and popped the clutch, jolting the car with a
jerk.

   "Sorry Nate...gotta get a new hunk o' junk..." he laughed as we took off
down the paved road, which had a couple large puddles formed on it.



   I must've fallen asleep, which was probably to only getting about half
an hour's worth of "Sleep" on the plane from Hawaii--but as I opened my
eyes and looked at my watch I saw it had been over an hour, and I could
tell by the scenery we were already in Cavite, and looked over to see Ben
was just watching the road.

   "We there?" I asked, getting a nod from him.

   "The Hotel's a few kilometers away...you sleep?" he asked back.

   I rubbed my eyes, and felt my parched throat.  "You got a bottle of
water?" I asked him, thirsty as hell.  He smiled and reached into a
backpack and handed me an un-opened bottle of Dasani.  "Thanks..." I smiled
as I cracked the top and took a swig.

   Arriving not too long later at the Balducci Hotel, which was incredibly
beautiful--if not a bit smaller than the Online listing--we parked in the
loading zone, and as I was about to hand Ben a pair of $50 bills he shook
his head, "No need Nate...this is your Holiday..." he smiled as I shut the
door after grabbing my suitcase, and he handed me a small pamphlet.

   As I glanced down at the pamphlet, Ben drove off and I thought I saw
more of an odd smirk on his face.

   Heading inside the main lobby of the Balducci, I walked towards the
receptionist desk and found several more super attractive women, as well as
another couple preteen-aged girls who seemed to catch my eye even MORE than
those who were my age range.

   Shaking off the returning, and confusing feelings, I stepped up to the
desk where the Desk Clerk smiled at me as she looked up from the computer.
"Kumusta!" she happily exclaimed, (saying HELLO).  "My name is Chona...how
may I help you Sir?"

   "Hi...I'm Nate Stevens...checking in...I reserved a room a couple days
ago..." I smiled, handing her the confirmation print-out, then my credit
card and ID.  She smiled and took them.  I looked at her, Chona--her
beautiful dark brown eyes with light blackish-brown hair and wonderfully
tan skin.  She had to be in her early-mid 20's, and as I noticed more of
her features I tried to maintain a casual smile--seconds later she looked
back up at me with another pleased smile.

   "Alright...looks like you're all ready...welcome to Cavite..." she
smiled again, handing me back my cards, as well as a Keycard for my room.
"If there's anything you need, just press "9" on the phone in your room."
she added.

   "Thanks..." I smiled as I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the
elevator.

   Popping up to the 3rd floor--top floor--I walked down to Room #411 and
unlocked the door to walk in and see a really comfortable looking, plush,
yet-cozy room of my own.  A single twin mattress, a small recliner, a
coffee table, and a 20-inch LCD TV--which I didn't really plan on using, as
I planned on avoiding much of anything electronic, save my cellphone which
I only planned on using as an alarm clock--but it was nice to have that
extra amenity.

   Sitting on the edge of the bed and opening my suitcase to unpack, I
looked at the clock on the wall, seeing it was barely after 12-noon, and
knew I needed to eat.  But also knew I needed to bathe the stink and
skunkiness off of me from being on planes, in buses, and in cars for the
bulk of the last day--so I quickly undressed and hopped in the shower.

   Finding a good enough temperature to shower off in, and glad there was
enough water pressure to actually make a difference I jumped in and as I
let the warm water hit my face I shut my eyes and immediately pictured the
younger girls I'd seen from Ben's car.

   Similar features on the lot, the darker hair, beautiful tan skin,
perfect bodies--even though I'd never had any sort of attraction to a girl
YOUNGER than High School-age(cause, come one guys, we ALL find High School
girls SEXY as hell--otherwise we wouldn't all secretly want to have
Daughters with Sexy friends)--but as I pictured those filipina girls, my
cock began to swell, making me want to see MORE than just their
faces--imagining undressing one of them, knowing from online porn that
filipina woman had darker nipples, and perfectly perky breasts at that, but
they would be flatter, smaller, and probably the most heavenly sight
imaginable.

   Taking my cock in my hand, I began to slowly stroke myself, feeling I
wasn't going to last long--then picturing Chona, the desk clerk, who I knew
would have the perfect size breasts, with her pointy dark nipples sticking
out in the cool ocean breeze, her obvious pert asscheeks, and hopefully
shaved or bare pussy, dripping wet with her own juices, her hands rubbing
her slit as she masturbates behind that desk when no one's around--or on
her breaks--or in the bathroom, after taking a piss, wiping the drips of
her own piss with her hand, forget the tissue--licking her hands clean then
sticking a finger inside herself, driving herself to a huge eruption of an
orgasm, maybe even squirting all over the bathroom stall, soaking her
clothes, and then licking her hands clean, rubbing her juices all over her
tits....

   ...my balls tightened, and I grunted as I began to spray my cum all over
the wall of the shower, feeling the built-up sexual pressure releasing, as
I coated a couple wall tiles with my jizz.

   Feeling MUCH better after a shower, I got dressed in something clean,
almost opting to go commando, but deciding to be a little more conservative
and put on some boxers.  Grabbing all I knew I'd need--wallet, phone, and
room card--I left the room, Motel, and headed out to the street.

   Walking down a ways into a small shop, which I saw was selling local
fashions--as well as souvenir T-shirts--I grabbed a couple articles, and
walked to the easily marked counter.  The man behind the counter, around 50
or so, smiled, and saw my purchases.  "You like?" he asked.

   "Yep..." I smiled back as he punched the prices into the older register
and hit the TOTAL button--dinging like those old-school cash registers from
the 70's or 80's.

   "U.S.  Dollars...23.40--with tax..." he stated the price, and I handed
him my credit card, which had a couple grand on it.  He smiled again, happy
to get such a purchase, and quickly scanned the card on a more modern
machine.  Seconds later it went through, and he handed me the card, a
reciept and a pen.  I signed my name and he handed me a copy.  "You come
back." he chuckled as he put my stuff in a re-useable bag.



   Smelling something being barbecued I headed a few shop fronts down and
saw a grill which had a few delicious looking steaks, or chops cooking. 
Knowing I hadn't eaten a REAL meal since one of the nicer Restaurants at
the airport in Portland, I walked over to one of the places that was
cooking a tasty looking cut of beef, and sat on one of the close-by stools.

   A woman, around 18 or 19, who had near-flat tits which poked through her
DISNEYWORLD T-Shirt came over to me with a small laminated menu.  She
smiled, and handed it to me.  "You want something?" she asked, catching me
staring at her small tits, which made my mouth water even more than the
aroma of the cooking meat.

   I chuckled, "How much is a slice of that beef?" I asked.

   "$5 dollars, American...comes with side of rice and beer." she replied,
as she seemed to enjoy my gaze of her tits.  Then she bent down closer,
"...you want friend?" she asked, now slyly smiling, enticing me with an
obvious offer for sex, then touched the palm of her hand to my crotch,
which immediately grew from the slightest touch through the denim of my
jeans.

   I was about to grab her hand in mine, and keep her rubbing my covered
cock, but she peered over her shoulder and saw an older man who she
immediately took notice to, and left me.  I watched her as she quietly said
something to him, getting him to smile, then completely casually cup her
round perky ass cheek, and lean in for a terrible-looking peck-of-a-kiss.
She looked back towards a single door in the rear of the "dining
establishment" and I saw a younger girl, around 12 or 13 walking out, and
towards the pair.

   The girl, much to my surprise, but not to EITHER the older man, or the
slightly older teenage woman, had a defined pregnant belly--a few inches
bulging out--which made my cock begin to swell even more so.  She walked
over to the older man, who said something to her, and she reached into her
pocket and pulled out a wad of cash--mostly US dollars, and probably a few
hundred as I saw several $10's and $20's.  She said something to him, which
got him to glare sort of angrily at her, she immediately flinched, but
nothing happened.  Instead he took most of the wad of cash then handed her
back probably about $100 or so in $5's and $10's, then grabbed the older
teenage woman's small tits, squeezing each, then another ugly kiss, and he
walked off.

   Amazed by what I'd just witnessed--a pregnant preteen paying off her
older pimp---in what had to be a backroom Brothel, I was incredibly
aroused, and now wondered how much it cost to get a preteen pregnant.

   The older teenage woman walked back to me, holding a small plate with a
cut of the cooked beef, which looked delicious, along with a bowl of brown
rice and a glass bottle of Coors Light.  "That's Mayumi..." she explained,
as I looked over at the pregnant preteen.

   I had to ask, "How old is she?"

   "She turned 12 a couple weeks ago..." the woman explained.

   "How long has she been pregnant?" I asked.

   "2 months...don't know the daddy...but she popular..." the woman
replied, adding to my curiosity, as well as newfound desire to fuck a
preteen who was 2 months pregnant.  "She's $120 American..." she added.

   I suddenly felt a little hesitant--wondering HOW well this backroom
brothel kept up with Sexual Hygiene and Birth Control...knowing it was more
than likely they kept their "employees" STD-Free.  I grabbed my wallet and
saw I had more than enough cash in my wallet--and knew I'd NEVER get any
chance as close as this EVER again.

   The woman smiled as she saw the wad of American cash in my wallet.  "You
want her?  She has little girl too..." I thought I hear her say.

   "W...what?!" I asked, amazed as I was positive I wasn't hearing things.

   "She has little girl...named Lilibeth...she just turn 1 year, 2 months
ago...." she added, making me picture a girl THAT young being a mother
already.  Then I knew I HAD to have her, feeling a new, hidden desire to
have sex to one SO young who was well on her way to having her second
child.

   I pulled out six $20 bills, and handed them to the woman, who slipped
them into her pocket then grabbed my hand.  She led me into the back of the
building, through the door I saw Mayumi walk through seconds earlier, and I
could smell the unmistakable odor of piss, but other, more sexual smells as
well.

   Walking into a fairly nicely furnished "front room", I saw several
teenage and younger girls sitting on a couple couches, a couple of whom
were nursing smaller children, who were all naked--and most of the girls
themselves were wearing very little, or nothing--which made my cock swell
to nearly busrt through my pants.

   The woman walked over to one of the older teenage girls, around 15 or
so, who had small perky tits, and I could see one was dripping a bit of
breast milk, then I watched as the woman lowered her lips and began to
suckle on the 15 year old's lactating breast, getting a small whimper of
pleasure from the girl, then she stood back up and walked over to me. 
"Mayumi's room is this way..." she explained, as I wanted to cum RIGHT
then, but knew any delay was worth it.

   We arrived at the end of a small hallway, and the woman opened a door.
Inside was Mayumi, resting with her eyes closed on a small mattress, in a
room that smelt of sweet flowers, and seemed to be as plush as a Hotel
suite.

   "Wow, gorgeous room..." I smiled, then I looked at the pregnant 12 year
old, who opened her eyes and saw me.  She smiled back, then saw the woman
standing to my left.  She knew what I wanted, and didn't even seem to care
that she was already more of a whore than most whores in the States.

   The woman said something to her I couldn't understand, not that I don't
know the language entirely, but it was too fast to comprehend.  Mayumi
nodded, then the woman left.  She looked at me, her small, pregnant
body--no taller than 4' 3" or so, with even smaller tits than the older
teenage woman who'd turned out to be MORE than a simple waitress.

   Mayumi's soft black hair draped over her thin shoulders.  Her dark brown
eyes accentuated her beautiful features, and her waist still retained a
child-like shape.  She was perfect.

   "You want me?  Right?" she asked, almost ready to just give herself,
knowing that most men that paid for her were just there to stick their
cocks inside her, hump a few times, and shoot their load where ever they
pleased.  But I wasn't going to waste a single minute or second with her,
wanting to show her that not ALL men only cared about their sexual
gratification.

   I wanted to show her LOVE.

   "Mayumi..." I said, smiling at her, and seeing her eyes looking right
into mine.  She could tell I wasn't just about to use her body.  She seemed
to be able to read my mind, knowing I was more than 99.9% of her
"Customers".

   "You don't want me?" she asked, not asking me in confusion, but a
surprised curiosity.

   "I want to make love to you...I want you to feel ALL the pleasure in the
world..." I explained, walking over to her, bending down to get closer to
her angelic face, and then I surprised her by kissing her soft dark pink
lips, giving her the first bit of my passion as we kissed, my tongue
slipping inside her small mouth, feeling her own soft moist tongue flicking
mine.  She cooed, then giggled softly as I broke the kiss.  "What...?" I
smiled with a laugh.

   "No one's ever kissed me like that before..." she smiled.  "Your tongue
felt funny..." she giggled.

   "Did you like it?" I asked her, getting a happy nod of approval.  I
looked back at her perfect form, admiring her slightly bulged pregnant
belly, and knew I wanted to still cum inside of her, but I wanted to prove
to her that a MAN should know how to make a woman--even a "woman" as young
as her--have all the pleasure she should have when making love, NOT just
getting a man to fuck her.

   "Do...do you want to see me naked?" she asked, not just asking, but
offering to show me--I think she was learning quickly--as she smiled,
almost teasing me with the idea.

   I nodded.  "Can I?" I asked.

   She giggled, then blushed a little as she pulled down one side of her
small, thin blue dress, baring one of her small shoulders.  I knew she was
teasing me now, as she pulled her dress back up, then peeled the other side
a bit, then covered back up.  I laughed, then lifted her in my arms,
feeling just how light she still was, and pulled her into my chest, feeling
her soft body and bulged belly against my chest.  "You...you're the most
fun I've had...." she said, speaking softly, not sure of the new found
feelings of happiness she was already having, probably getting the most
non-sexual physical contact she'd had since she was much younger.

   Then I realized the sadness she must have felt.  "Mayumi...how long have
you been here?" I asked, having to ask her, but knowing she was probably
going to feel the weight of her very heart and soul baring down on her.  I
looked at her as I set her back on the floor, and I saw a tear falling
slowly down her cheek.

   "...since I was a baby...my mama was here..." she began, her smile now
completely faded into a look of sad contemplation.  I crouched down in
front of her, and placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling the same sadness,
not being able to imagine the life, the small, short childhood she'd lived
through so far.

   "What happened to her?" I asked, not wanting to add to her burden, but
still feeling the need to inquire more about her.

   "She...she..." the tiny voice broke as she lost it and began to sob
loudly, weeping, and I pulled her into me, feeling her tears and holding
her to me as she cried.  I didn't even need to know the answer to my
question--no child could bear to answer that their parent, maybe even
parents, were no longer in the world.



   Minutes later, letting Mayumi weep for as long as she needed, I felt her
lifting her head off my shoulder, her eyes red from her tears, and a
partial smile once more.  "...Salamat..." she said(thank you), knowing a
huge weight had been lifted off her, feeling some of the sadness finally
disappearing.

   "Of course...walang anuman(don't mention it)..." I smiled back, then got
another bit of thrill as she hugged me, wrapping her thin arms around me,
and making me feel her warmth as I embraced her.  I knew she was feeling
better now, but also knew that there were other things we could do to get
her mind off the bad.

   She shifted closer, then I felt her barefoot brush the slight bulge in
my jeans, which only returned as I felt her body pressing into mine.  She
looked up at me, smiled, then continued to rub her foot on my jeans. 
"Mmm...." she smiled, turning her demeanor back into what I knew had come
from her "education", albeit one that I'm sure she'd been
frightened-as-hell, and scared-out-of-her-whits to begin WHO knows how many
years earlier.  But she also knew that there were obvious benefits.

   Suddenly she stood back up, and without further adieu, slipped off her
dress, letting it hit the carpeted floor, and bearing her naked little
tits, still hardly anything, but a little larger than one would expect--due
to them carrying the breast milk for not only her 2nd child, still
in-utero, but that of her 1 year old daughter.  She still wore a tiny
little pair of panties--white cotton--which from the clear wet spot on her
crotch told me was was quick to get wet.

   I knew we were both ready, and I stared and watched as she crawled onto
the bed, sticking her tiny, round little ass right towards me as she was on
all fours, looking like the sexiest little beast in the Animal Kingdom. 
She smiled back at me, and gave me just a flash of her tiny ass crack as
she peeled the band of her little white panties down enough--making my cock
raging-hard in my pants.

   Quickly I peeled off my shirt and jeans, then flicked off my boots and
socks--leaving me in my tented boxers, which had a large wet spot from the
dripping precum I was leaking from my cock head.  I walked over to the bed,
and sat on the edge of it, then immediately grabbed her legs and pulled her
over to me, resting her panty-covered ass on my boxers, letting our
crotches NEARLY come into contact, save for the clothing still separating
us.  I felt the extreme heat coming from her tiny little pussy--which I
knew still had to have some of its natural tightness remaining.  I held her
shoulders with my arms, and pulled her closer, kissing her on her soft,
gentle lips, making her own tongue react as I flicked mine inside her
little mouth.  She cooed softly, almost whimpering, as I could tell she was
getting more aroused, and going through the beginnings of what I KNEW had
to be the most love and passion she'd EVER received in her life.

   "Mmmm...." she moaned, feeling my cock poking through our touching
underwear, then she reached her hand down, and began to rub my tented
boxers, grabbing my covered cock and rubbing it a few times. 
"So.....so....hard..." she smiled, as she shifted over to the blankets on
the bed, and lowered her head right to my cock.  She pulled the waistband
down, freeing my throbbing member, and stuck out her tongue, slowly
starting to lick the dripping dribbles of precum from my shaft, which made
me nearly cum from the warmth and wet touch of her tongue.

   "...Goddddd...." I shivered, as I badly wanted to stuff my cock in her
open mouth, pump as long as I could, and make her gag on my load--but I
knew she needed more pleasure and pure happiness than anyone I'd ever met.
"Mayumi...." I said to get her attention as I gently lifted her, and set
her lying down on the bed.  She looked down at me, her head resting on
several lace-covered down pillows, a curious look on her face as I peeled
her tiny panties off her frame, exposing her soft, hairless and wet slit,
which looked even more delicious as any fruit imaginable.

   Lowering my own face to between her thin, lightly tanned legs, I could
smell her own fragrance--a combination of her premature natural pheromones,
combined with the scent of roses and other wild flowers--which made my
mouth water.  Sinking my own mouth to just above her little slit, I touched
my tongue to her tiny little clit, which sent a HUGE jolt of electricity
through her, zapping her with the biggest sensation of pleasure and joy
she'd ever felt, and getting her to nearly fly off the bed. 
"OooooooooohhhhH!!!" she moaned, getting louder as I began to lick her
little clit, making rounds with the tip of my tongue, all while I looked up
at her to see her eyes half-closed, and her small hands pinching her tiny
nipples.  "Ohhh....You're making me libog naman, e....(horny)" she softly
shuddered, as I could feel her moist juices flowing out of her little slit,
which tasted every bit as delicious as I bet you could imagine.

   I looked back up at her face, seeing she was in pure ecstasy, and knew
NOW was the perfect time to take that next step.  "Mayumi..." I began,
seeing her eyes open to look back at me, "...Gusto kitang kantutin...."(I'd
like to fuck you) I said, getting her to giggle like your typical 12 year
old girl, then leaning up to kiss me on the lips, tasting her own juices
and licking my lips clean of her heavenly nectar.

   "I don't think I've ever been so wet...fuck my kiki(cunt)!!" she
demanded, pulling on my cock softly and pointing it right at her little wet
kiki.  I smiled and gently thrust inwards, not finding any hesitation from
her tight little pussy muscles, but still feeling an
incredibly-indescribable TIGHTNESS as I felt my cock being swallowed up by
her little underage love canal.  "OhhHH!!!" she screamed, then suddenly
came and sprayed her juices in a fountain of wet deliciousness,
"...OHhhhh....!!" she came again, seconds later, which gave me a GREAT bit
of lubrication to slip-in balls-deep, feeling her own mound against my
pubes as I felt her cervix, and knew she was still early-enough in her 2nd
pregnancy to be fucked as much as I wanted to.

   "God....Damn!!" I yelled, smiling as I thrust inwards, outwards, and
began to build up my rhythm knowing I wasn't going to last long, feeling my
cock throbbing between the tight walls of her pussy.  "Mayumi....You're SO
gorgeous..." making her blush as I fucked her gently, not wanting to act(or
fuck) like those USERS that had been taking complete advantage of since she
was---well for FAR too long.

   "Ohh....please...make me daos(orgasm)....OHhhh!!" she said, pleading to
cum again, needing that extra satisfaction, which she was feeling for the
first REAL time in her life.  She lay back, flat on the bed and played with
her little tits, until I shifted forwards--still buried in her little
pussy--and began to lick each of her tiny little nipples, getting her to
moan and shake even more, "EEeeeeee.....!!" she squirmed as she felt her
3rd juicy orgasm about to overflow, seconds later her juices splattered
between us, soaking the both of us along with the sheets and blankets
below.

   THAT put me over the edge, as I held her in my arms, the two of us
embracing and kissing passionately as I fucked her as long as I could hold
out, then with a pair of powerful thrusts inside her little body, my balls
tightened, feeling myself go over the edge, "Ooohhhh!!  FUCK!!"--and I
came--shooting 1,2,3...4...times, filling her with my seed, making her cum
a little more.  Then we both just lay there, embracing, and still kissing.

   She looked up at me, seeing a man on top of her who wasn't just using
her little body.  "That...that was perfect..." she smiled, but with a tear
in her eye.

   "Are you okay?" I asked her, knowing that despite the pleasure we'd just
shared, she still had the broken heart of a little girl.  She nodded, then
leaned up to kiss me once more, letting me just hold her in my arms. 
"Mayumi...Iniibig kita(I love you)..." I told her, feeling the VERY
definition of LOVE as I held her in my arms, our bodies conjoined in
passion, and me feeling my very soul connected to hers.

   She softly wept, and we kissed once more.

   I knew she was more-or-less bound to where she was in her life, a whore,
a prostitute--call her whatever demeaning terms and harsh words you wanted
to--but to ME she was a little girl who needed REAL love.

   And I wasn't leaving her...ever.

   The End of Part 1