Balibago - north of Manila

[phenom]

..........continuation.

It was way past 2 am when the consummation of our coital union arced pass its zenith. We were both shacked and lacked even the energy for another shower. I peeled off my cum-filled parachute, wiped my flaccid member with tissue, killed off the lights and put my arms round the already drowsy Starr. She shifted her body and snuggled closer, with her back against my frontal, spoon-like. I repositioned one arm under her neck and draped the other over her side, both hands bent to cup her pliant mammaries.
And so we drifted off into the never-never-land of blissful slumber.

I woke up in the midst of a pleasant dream. I was strolling along a deserted beach with Starr, an arm around her waist and the hand of the other fondling one of her sweet firm tits. We were stark naked. My third leg gradually rose up to be perpendicular with the ground. Starr reached over to grasp my stalk, stroking it tenderly……
That was what she was up to. My eyes opened to see her sitting beside me, one hand gently pumping my now erect phallus. Mmmmmm, what better way to start the morning. She winked at me and turned to address my little brother. “Good morning, tilac”. (that’s how she spelt and pronounced tirak, Thai for darling). And promptly planted a whopper of a kiss on the side of the shiny head. I went ballistic. “Wow, sanuk luay” (shiok, ah) I half shrieked.

I sprang up to gather her in my arms and held her in a constricting embrace.
“Let’s go and wash up”. She ordered me.
“Sure”. I grinned.
Scooping her up, I staggered the dozen steps to the bathroom. We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower. We dried each other up and I was wondering if we could grab a bite before playing our game again.
“Are you hungry? Breakfast is being served now.”
“Yes, I’m starved.” She giggled mischievously, reaching for my semi-erect column. “I want to eat your hotdog”.
Holy Toledo!!! All the blood in my big head gushed forth to swarm my little one and it immediately sprang to full attention.

We were standing by the bedside and turning me to face her directly, she sat on the edge. My bald headed monk was pointing straight at her face. She clutched the base in one hand, and looking up into my eye, flicked out her tongue to tease the little slit. Without giving me a chance to respond, she ringed her lips round the shiny dome and sucked hungrily. Whaaat???

She had been so careful not to let her mouth come into bare contact with the tiny orifice only a few hours ago. But I was not about to question her. I tried to calm down my pounding heart by picturing the serene sea and the swooping gulls in the distance. It worked; to a certain extend. I was still excited at the sight of her sunken cheeks as she tried to vacuum my fiery sword deep into her throat, but at least I was sure that I would not shoot my load prematurely. She gagged as the tip scrapped her tonsils. Withdrawing the weapon, she pointed it upwards and proceeded to lick the underside.

Sticking out her tongue as far as it could extend, she lapped right from the root to over the tip and down the other side of the shaft. She repeated the maneuver a few times and then proceeded to lick in a spiral from the base to the tip and back again, her dyed blonde head rotating round my concrete column.
Finally, her mouth opened once more and she slowly swallowed my pulsating phallus again. This time, she did not take it in completely, letting the tip stop at the entrance of her throat before withdrawing till almost to her teeth. Her head bobbed on my stalk, saliva streaming in rivulets, like strings of pearls, down the corners of her mouth.

I was catapulted to the seventh heaven and beyond.
I was sling shot from the gravitational pull of the Sun to venture pass the ninth and outermost planet of the Solar System.
I was sucked across the Event Horizon into the Black Hole of sensual delight.

Forget about Sirius.
Forget about Alpha Centauri.
In fact, forget about all the other luminous heavenly bodies in the Milky Way.
This STARR could suck.

If I were much younger or if I had not been so thoroughly drained by our explosive supernova of a climax barely a few hours earlier, no amount of superhuman self-restrain would have prevented another gush of gooey white stuff. Even then I had a hard time holding myself together. My legs had turned to jelly. My head was spinning. My breath came in spurts. I had to lie down before I collapse.
But she would not let go. I told her I had to go onto the bed. She reluctantly ceased her mouth movements but still clamped her lips firmly around the hardened shaft. Agonisingly, holding her cock-stuffed head in both my hands, I gingerly slid down and steered my body to the welcoming comfort of the soft mattress.

It was not easy but we finally made it to where I wanted: on my back with Starr kneeling beside, mouth enveloping my aching schlong. She closed one hand on the base, lips resting on the top of her curled thumb and forefinger. She did not move her mouth anymore, letting her tongue do the work of torturing me. Her snaking striated muscle swirled maddening round and round the little spheroid crown, occasionally pausing to titillate my pee hole with the pointed tip. She then shifted to between my legs for better eye contact and continued with the fellatio.

She had been blowing for a long time now, maybe fifteen minutes. I had not kept count and I would have lost it even if I did. All I knew at that point was I had to call for a time out if I did not want my cum to be splattered all over her grinning face.
She needed to rest her tired mouth too. I reached to draw her up to me. She did not resist this time round.
I hugged her tight, enjoying the feel of close contact with her flawless body. Our mouths met in a slow melting kiss, tongues sparring playfully, saliva intermingling into a common stream that traversed back and forth in our oral cavities.

My hand stretched out to the side table and picked up the condom of which I had taken out from her handbag earlier. I slipped on the thin membrane and zeroed in upon her reverse spread-eagled form.
She guided my manhood to the entrance of her moist passage, rubbed my shielded purpled head till her pussy became even wetter and then pushed upwards to devour my fiery sabre till almost to the hilt.
No more variations in positions this time and no high octane pile driving. We made slow sensual love the missionary way. I just lied flat on top of her supine body, gently rocking in and out, pushing in deeply and savouring the pulsating muscles of her vaginal walls. She wrapped her arms and legs around my body bolster-like, eyes closed, mind partaking in the leisurely stimulation of the carnal senses.

We were floating on cloud nine, sublimely enveloped in the due process of bringing about an unhurried eventual conclusion to our deliberate lovemaking.
When our floodgates were finally released, the waves sluiced powerfully but gradationally by. In the manner of tsunamis, the ridges of pleasure crested our consciousness till the last breaker beached itself.. We let the ebbing tide run its natural course, then uncoupled ourselves and fell away thoroughly gratified.


to be continued..........

[smiler]

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!..............EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! ..................BRAVO!!!!!!!!!

Continue leh...........mine should be coming out soon.............too long no log in to SB liao if you din inform me of this FR...........hahahaha

Well Phenom, since you wrote yours, I will fulfilled mine.........

[phenom]

Originally posted by smiler
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!..............EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! ..................BRAVO!!!!!!!!!

Continue leh...........mine should be coming out soon.............too long no log in to SB liao if you din inform me of this FR...........hahahaha

Well Phenom, since you wrote yours, I will fulfilled mine.........

In good time. I am putting the finishing touches to the final part; chapter 5.
Problem is it got longer and longer with no end yet in sight, just when I thought I had it all wrapped up ....hmmmmm, I might consider splitting up, post whatever I have and do a final final chapter 6. Then again, maybe not cos it should not be a neverending story.

As for yours, I AM WAITING!!!

[phenom]

..........continuation.

We took our breakfast, or rather it should rightly be brunch, at way past 11am. As it was a Sunday, Starr would be going for her regular Hash House Harriers run in the mid-afternoon. I declined her invitation to join her fellow runners as her guest. After two volcanic eruptions, of which one was a spurt of atomic chain reaction proportions and the other mightily prolonged, I was in no condition for further physical exertions.
There being still a couple of hours to kill before she would set off to her rendezvous, we returned to my room after filling our stomachs. We had decided to just take a nap, so we undressed only down to our undergarments and snuggled down to some small talk before drifting off once again to slumberland.

We later left the hotel together and after she went off on a trike to meet up with her fellow Harriers, I set about doing the little mundane tasks like going to the hairdresser and shopping for trivial knick knacks. These will keep me occupied till sundown when I would start my revelry once again. I will then go into my routine of bar hoping; boozing till the late evening before I barfine a chix for the night. Starr had tacitly expected that I would visit her at her work place later on and summarily re-barfine her and it looks like we were likely be together again, unless; heheheh………..

Being the butterfly that I was and ever will be, I knew deep down that should I be besotted with a melons at one of the joints I’ll be flitting in and out of, I would not go on to see Starr that night.
Maybe she could sense that or more likely, she had wanted to be with me again. Who knows? At 6.45pm(I still have ALL her msg, kekeke), she sms me to enquire my whereabouts. I replied that I was drinking in one of the bars.
Her next msg made up my mind for me: “Tilac cha, I don’t want to go to work. Let’s have a quiet nite in your room, ok?”
Can I say no to that? Of course not.
It turned out that she was still at home though she should have reported to her bar by 6pm. We arranged to meet again at my room at 9pm. So what else do I do? Boozing and drinking in eye candies, that’s what I did till it was time to get back to my hotel.

She turned up shortly after the appointed time, resplendent in a long slinky black gown with a plunging V neckline, half her creamy cutie moons peeking out.
Wow whee whee!
The room felt suddenly too hot and suffocating as my manhood acknowledged her enchanting sexiness.
How could I have the temerity to entertain the thoughts of fishing for other untested game when I have right before me a proven siren of the utmost desirability?

I guess I will never change. I will persist in my quest for the juiciest melons as I continue with the rest of my Journey of Life. But for now, Starr is all that a man can long for. She was brought upon this world for one purpose and one purpose only; to pleasure a man, to bring him to the uppermost stratum of orgasmic abandonment, to boldly take him where man has rarely gone before.
Those were the thoughts that coursed through my mind as I stood mesmerised by her strikingly enticing form and demeanor.
“Hey, are you going to just keep standing here?” I was brought back down to terra firma by her sweet voice piercing through the clouds of my daydream (though it was already well into the night).
“Oh, I was lost in deep thought.” I offered as I moved aside to let her through the doorway.
“I can easily see that.” She laughed cheekily.

Closing the door behind her, she draped her arms over my shoulders and locked her lips over mine in a long
drawn out kiss that was broken off only when we ran out of breath.
“Do you miss me?”. She cooed.
“Uh huh!” I mumbled, still struggling to catch my oxygen.
Its been barely six hours since we parted and she seemed to be coming on very strongly, not that I was complaining.

“What are we going to do?” I asked innocently.
She just winked at me and pirouetted merrily across the space to the bedside table.
“Well, first we ar-no (Tagalog for what and sometimes used as an euphemism for f**k) and then we go out and have supper.” She teased as she laid down her matching miniature valise on the side table.
From her bag she took out a flimsy gossamer-thin pink nightie and held it out. “You like it?”
“Very sexy” I remarked dryly, trying to clear the growing lump in my throat.

I was wearing only my shorts and my superheated rod was straining to burst out of its confines.
“Unzip me pleeeeease.” Starr turned her back, head cranked to look me squarely in the eye, long dark lashes fluttering.
Unzip? I practically ripped off the two rows of interlocking tabs.
“Slowly tilac, we have plenty of time.” She reminded pointedly.
I took a few deep breaths and helped her out of her gown. She was braless as I had first observed when she was at the door. She slipped on her short sheath of a nightie, leaving on her black G-string.

As both of us already had our shower; she at home and me just minutes ago, we got onto the bed and cuddled up comfortably. We had no need for words now, contend in the deliberate exploration of each other’s body.
We used all our appendages and mouths, interlocking, stroking, fingering, necking, nosing, squeezing, pinching, whatever.
Gradually we embarked on the road to our sexual nirvana.
Touch here, touch there. Feel here, feel there. Our hands finally landed on each other’s aroused genitals.
In unison, we hooked our digits over the elastic waistbands and inched our undergarments as far as they would go; which means not very far. I brought up a foot, pinched a part of her G-string between my big and fore toe, and thrust down wards. All clear.
She did the same with my Espirit briefs.

Tenderly, she stroked my stiff flagpole while my fingers were busy with her honey nest.
I played along the moist slit, occasionally jabbing into her secret tunnel. Before long, she was dripping wet and on my side, I felt my pre-cum welling up too.
She sat up to take off her skimpy night dress and then moved over to lie down between my legs.
Looking me straight into the eyes, she parted her lips ever so perceptibly to reveal the tip of her tongue.
As it slowly emerged out of her delectable mouth, she leaned her head towards my simmering hotrod which she now grasped firmly in one hand. The tongue came to rest on the tip of my prick, mopping up the glistering droplets that had gathered on the tiny opening. A shudder of pure intense pleasure traveled through my spine.

She smacked her lips loudly, exclaimed “Aroi dee!” (delicious), and then fastened her mouth limpet-like upon the knob, tongue swirling maddeningly around inside.
I shot through the roof.
Damn it, the slut is giving me the torture treatment again. Can I survive her dark evil?
I do not wish to. If this is hell, I would gladly go through all its 18 levels. Those were my mangled musings in those eternal seconds of electrifying stimulation.


to be continued...............

note: I had originally intended this to be my concluding chapter but somehow the pleasure of reliving those precious minutes and seconds goaded my mind to recall the little details and the words just came flooding out. As chapter 5 will balloon past the maximum 10,000 chracters allowed for every post in the forum, I am splitting it at what I think will be the halfway point and post it first. I will continue with the rest of the remainder when I come back after my Indo trip in two weeks' time and post the final instalment.

[phenom]

It's been something like three and a half months since I had Starr and I might be seeing her again in the next few days. I'll be looking forward to that though I am at this point still not too sure whether I will do her again.
I am torn between my lust for her and a even greater yearning for more as-yet-untouched-by-me melons. Let's see how it will turn up.
Subject to my client's final confirmation on Friday, I'll be heading for Balibago again this Saturday.....but before I leave, I'll post the final(?) instalment of Starr FR - most likely on Friday after I got back from KL.

[Freestyler69]

glad to know you enjoyed your trip.. the last time I went there for 3 days in Dec 2003, i didn't like it..

i think's it's pretty cheap in prices but the place is sucks..it's dirty and small and pretty nothing else to do except fucking...

Hatyai is almost 10-13 times bigger and cleaner, safer and more activities IMHO...

I might visit balibagao again if... i'm stuck in PHIL , i mean in compared to Manila, yes, Balibagao is definately the place to go cos it's much cheaper and relaxed there compared to MNL's crazy traffic. But the MNl gals are of cos of much better quality.

Have fun

[phenom]

Hahahahaha.
The delights of Balibago is an acquired taste; especially for those acustomed to the relative glitz and plomp of capital cities.
I have good and justifiable reasons for calling Balibago a sextown - as you aptly put it, it's a place for the pleasure of coition. I do nothing there except to booze and screw.
Yes, Manila chix are of a higher quality in terms of outward looks....but Balibago broads beat them hands down regarding inner beauty. Plus the fact that prices are generaqlly about a third that of the capital...what's the complaint?
When in Balibago, immerse yourself in its carnal pleasures. Take the sextown as just that. Let go and you will enjoy it as much as, or even more than me.

Anyway, I'll be there again this weekend and the next.
Meanwhile before I set off, I will post the final(?) instalment of my -l o n g- FR on the delectable Starr.

[phenom]

..........continuation.

Her whole tongue had gotten to work, wetly licking the entire overheated chimney every which way but loose. She moved onto my balls, slurping noisily. Her sharp teeth nibbled teasingly on the loose folds of my scrotum, then progressed to my shaft gently biting every square millimetre of it.
She began to rub her thighs together, little moans escaping her throat audibly. I beckoned to her to shift her pelvis over to my side, intending to return her favour by fingering her by now inflamed vagina.

Her pussy was positioned obliquely above my field of vision, knees straddling the sides of my body. I reached up to fondle the silky full moons of her pointed ass. My fingers explored her oasis, parting the pinkish folds to reveal her by now dripping well. I slipped in my index finger and then the middle one to twiddle her clitoris. The two digits bored in, twisting along her tunnel as far as they would go, then withdraw and repeat the action over and over again. She shuddered violently, let out a holler and plonked her bottom right down on my face. I was taken aback momentarily as my tongue unexpectedly caught a taste of her love juice.
She gave me no chance to push her away, pressing her bum forcibly against my face, rubbing her inflamed pearly gate along my nose.
“Eat me, tilac.” She begged gagingly, her mouth still stuffed with my cock.
Hmmm, I hesitated but it seemed that I had no choice but to contemplate stimulating her orally.
“Tilac, pleeeeeeeeeeas……..” She whined barely audibly as her doubled up on her cocksucking labour of love.

What the heck! There’s simply no escape. Her fantastic job in blowing both my flesh and mind deserved at least a modest reciprocation. And she smelled quite nice anyway.
I am no tongue artist but nevertheless I set myself to the task at hand. First I nuzzled my nose at the entrance, inhaling her mushy sweetness. As she moaned contentedly, I flicked my stiffened tongue around the puckered rim of her backdoor, working eventually to her lush undergrowth. My lower face and chin was smeared with her stickiness. I wiped my hands over them and also her free-flowing twat, leaving it with just a tinge of wetness...for the time being.

“Oh yes, lick my pussy. Lick it….mmmmm.” She moaned loudly, taking a much needed breather before plunging headlong once again to hungrily devour my bursting manhood. My fingers spread open her slit and my tongue lapped at the insides of her fold methodically. I then stabbed purposefully into her dark recesses, elliciting an extended agonising groan from her tortured throat.
“Arrrrrh! Don’t stop, tilac! Ooooooh!” She exclaimed, thrusting and thrashing her bottom uncontrollably against my suffocating face. “Oh, yeahhhhh!” All this while sucking mightily on my phallic column.
I continued with my painting and jabbing till a warm rush coursed through her palpitating body and she collapsed, totally spent.
I need to cool down as well to prevent shooting off into her mouth. I was that close.
We lied in that 69 position for a few minutes, she to recover her equilibrium and me to regain my control.

“I want you inside me now.” She cooed, turning around to squat over my still very hard and engorged member. I reached over to rummage her bag for a rubber but she stopped me.
“No darrrlinggg, I want your cock….raw.” She pouted wantonly.
“But…but…” I stuttered.
“Its ok, tilac. I want you to enjoy it more.”
Goddamn it. This is dangerous territory. I don’t do this often with “wild flowers”. (err well, actually the last few times were not too long ago; with my extraordinary “dragon pearl” China mei mei barely two months before.) When I first begin to screw Starr hardly 20 hours ago, I was slightly disappointed by her use of the cap for the blowjob. And now she is practically begging me to fuck her RAW

I have had no qualms in having a WL or FL perform a bbbj, in fact I very much preferred it over the safe but inhibiting barrier of the latex. The raw feeling of that mass of interwoven striated muscle gliding over my sensitive crown and the hot suckling mouth along my entire veined length had always been the penultimate pinnacle of my carnal cravings….but submerging my fully exposed fiery dragon into the nether regions of the unknown potential hotbed cauldron of STD bugs and other lethal nasties borders on the verge of reckless suicidal action.

I will not do it….
I will not do….
I will not…
Oh heck, I WILL!!!
I had lost my very own battle. Lust had prevailed over reason.

The last vestige of my defenses were torn to smithereens by Starr’s unbearably persuasive hands and pussy lips as she tenderly fondled my uncontrollable stallion and nuzzled the hungry head against the slimy entrance to her tunnel of pleasure. The tip had all but disappeared into her pearly gate and I had to all intends and purposes already penetrated her when I finally threw caution to the wind and gave in to my by now uncontrolled lust.
As she lowered her hovering twat, I lifted my ass upwards, my lance spearing cleanly into her furnace till our pubic hairs merged. It was absolutely fantastically satisfying. The raw feeling of my exposed meat pummeling her well-lubricated conduit elicited crescending waves of unbridled pleasure through my delirious mind. There is nothing like bare contact between the male and female genitals. It is the ultimate in carnal fulfillment, especially when the chemistry of the two copulating animals are so intrinsically complementary. Sparks flew furiously between both our physical bodies and subliminal consciousness. We gave and received from each other with pure abandonment. No power on the planet could stop us now from attaining our mutual final eruption. She was riding me like it was Armageddon and I was reciprocating as if Judgment Day would soon be upon us. We were both sweating like pigs and our breathings were heavily labored. It wouldn’t be long now. Mount Pinatubo was primed to erupt. A few more mighty thrusts and the hot lava gushed forth unabated.

Oh shit!!!
In the heat of all that unrestrained lust and passion, I had inadvertently shot my boiling load deep into her simmering passage. As my seeds spewed into the inner recesses of her forbidden chamber, she arched her lithe body, let out a shrill scream and collapsed upon my supine body. I felt her warm rush coursing from my cockhead, along the length of my just satiated manhood, bathing the whole schlong in her burning free-flowing love juice.
Regret or otherwise, what had been done had been done. We basked in the untold pleasures of our genitals surrounding and being surrounded by the cocktail of our coital secretions. Her cunt muscles were still pulsating; its contracting motion wetly massaging my still stiff phallus. I continued to keep my spent warrior inside her, luxuriating in the heavenly feelings.

There we lain, her whole energy-depleted form on top of me, her face nuzzling mine, our lips smooching gently. When we finally recovered some semblance of our equilibrium after an interminable eternity, she rolled off and laid beside me. Hands clasped, we turned our heads sideways to face each other. No words passed between us; we just gazed contentedly into one another’s eyes and eventually dozed off into starry nothingness……….

The end…that can be.

[Love888]

Wish you good luck in your new mission again

Hope you come back for more FR.

Happy Bonking Regards Love888

[phenom]

I just got back home from Balibago a few hours ago but as I have to go on to Indo for 3 weeks on an early morning flight tomorrow, my FRs wouldn't be so soon in cumming.
Briefly, on the weekend of 14th/15th, I got a monstrous melons and for the past 2 nites I was with my precious Starr......am still not recovered yet from her stupendous ministrations. My oh my, what a sexitifing weekend.

[phenom]

I am finally back home from Indo and will now post the first part of my FR on my two weekends in Balibago last month.

[phenom]

My most recent trip to Balibago was confirmed only on Friday the thirteenth; and the very next day on Valentine’s Day, I hopped on an early morning flight to Manila and thereon to my final destination.
The road journey up north was uneventful and I arrived before sunset.
It had been three and a half months since Starr and I parted but despite the excitement of my anticipation of hugging her curvy body once again, the call of melons hunting was too strong. So it was that I made no attempt to contact her, opting to do my usual leisurely rounds of bar-hopping.

Half a dozen joints and three hours later I sauntered into Champagne; one of the more attractive watering holes in terms of number of chix per square foot of dance platform. The Valentine party was in full swing and the dancers were in the midst of a changeover. Fifty to sixty of them were crowded into a strip barely four feet wide by twenty feet long. As I plunked myself down on a seat opposite the elongated stage, I glanced sideways into the far end of the bar.

I did a double take!!
By Jupiter!!!
Monster melons!!!!

Her skimpy bikini top could hardly hold those gravity-defying cantaloupes. The sudden sighting of those stunningly gigantic globes were more efficacious and instantaneous than Viagra!
I got hard faster than a Ferrari could burn up asphalt. I was all aroused and ready to barfine her there and then but sadly for me she seemed spoken for. She was drinking and making merry with a couple of middle-aged buayas.

Oh well, I’ll just sit back and enjoy the sight of those bouncing planet sized mammary sacs.
Before long, she went off to the changing room and re-emerged minutes later in a kinky black bodice that strained to support and contain her twin soaring mountains. If not for the two slim elastic spaghetti straps holding that lacy number, her substantial assets would have flowed out unchecked long ago.

“Next, we have Maggi to enchant you horny guys with her high-energy, eye-popping solo dance.” Boomed the MC.
Maggi was not young – about thirtyish – and not really slim either but her moves belied her age and relative bulk. For fifteen minutes her pirouettes, splits, leaps and clambers up the vertical poles could put to shame gymnast wannabes half her age and three quarters her weight.
She teased and enticed. She spinned and performed her swings. Those wonderful boobies were a heart-attack-inducing sight to behold. When finally her show was over, she was bestowed with rapturous rounds of applause and piercing cat whistles.

I spoke to the mamasan and found out that the guy she was with had barfined her for the last couple of nites and would likely do so again. What a letdown, but then there will always be another time.
I finished my cerveza and went out to a roadside stall for my favourite slab of charcoal grilled belly pork. There I sms Starr to wish her a happy Valentine and inquire her whereabouts. But no reply from her even after my dinner. I tried to get her on her cellular line but there was no connection!
What else to do but head for workplace; the Cheetah. I ordered my drink and looked around.

No Starr!!
I inquired from a waitress and was told that she took off for a few days to go surfing in La Union province with a regular customer.
Ok, time for another round of bar-hopping. By midnight I found myself being drawn towards Champagne once again. I went in hoping that maybe, just maybe, Maggi would be available. But it was in vain. She was already brought out.
No problem. I had earlier spied two pretty young nubile sub-melons and also a slightly fleshy melons.

Targets numbers two and three; the attractive and bodacious late teens were nowhere to be seen; probably been barfined too. However, the melons saw me and came over to chit chat. She and some other girls had earlier giggled at me when I was unabashedly ogling at Maggi with wide saucer eyes and awning drop-jawed mouth.
The melons was still young; only twenty-one and her name is Celeste. She looked friendly and before long I had decided that there being no better choice (in Champagne, and I was too jaded to search out other places at that late hour) I would take Celeste for the night if she showed more inkling towards me.
After chatting for a while, she asked smilingly if she could sit beside me. That was the opening I was waiting for. I nodded and no sooner had her bum hit the seat beside me that I uttered; “How about going to my hotel?”

She was momentarily taken aback by my sudden proposition.
“S-s-sure”, she stuttered.
She later told me that she had weighed me as a potential target for barfining her but was apprehensive as her melons though hefty enough by most standards were nowhere close to the colossus of Maggi’s. that she had seen me so enamored with.

Celeste as expected turned out to be a satisfactory lay. The catbath, the bbbj and the fj were dished out matter-of-factly. Neither passion nor sizzling chemistry was in the equation but she was out to please and I basked in the culmination of plain and simple carnal fulfillment as she eventually brought me over the precipice.

That was a tasty appetizer to my entree of gargantuan cantaloupes the following night.

[Love888]

Hello : Brother Phenom

WoW nice FR I think must join you during your next pussy hunting trip you must be the KING of Philippines

Good Luck Love 888.

[phenom]

Originally posted by Love888
Hello : Brother Phenom

WoW nice FR I think must join you during your next pussy hunting trip you must be the KING of Philippines

Good Luck Love 888.

No, not the "King of P.I.".
Just the "Duke of Balibago".

Next installment of my FR cummmin up.

[phenom]

Even as Celeste was pleasuring me carnally, the image of Maggi’s outsized twin majestic peaks were vividly etched into my mind. Through the night in my sleep, my dreams and nightmares were of nothing but those outrageously massive orbs. Thoughts of Maggi dominated my consciousness throughout the day and I couldn’t wait till the evening when she would start work again.
I began on my bar-hopping rounds from mid-afternoon and after a quickie dinner at dusk, I headed for Champagne once again.

It was just before 7pm and the action on the dancing stage was hoting up. The mamasan spotted me and came over immediately.
“Oh, you’re early tonite”, she teased knowingly.
“Is Maggi in yet?” I asked in hopeful anticipation.
“She’s changing into her costume”, she responded with a nod and a wink.
I sat back, sipped the cerveza I had ordered, and before long Celeste stopped by for a short exchange of pleasantries.
“Good luck with Maggi”, she volunteered, “I hope you will have your wish tonite.” She then went onto the stage as it was her turn to dance.

A few more minutes of anxiety and the mamasan appeared with my boobs goddess in tow. I watched the globular mass undulating on that incredible chest as Maggi drew nearer.
“I saw you here last night”, the object of my current worship exclaimed in recognition. “You couldn’t take your eyes off my boobs. Naughty! Naughty!”
I got her a drink, she sat beside me and we partook in some inane conversation. I told her how besotted I was with her superstructure and that I must have her. Too bad, she told me she was once again booked for the night, in advance.

“How about midweek ? I’ll be free then.” She suggested.
“No can do. I’ll be going to Manila tomorrow morning.” I countered.
It’s true I’ll be back again the next weekend but as I had planned to have Starr for those two nites, it will have to be that very nite with Maggi or nothing. Eventually she agreed to be barfined by me on condition that it’s only for a short time of two hours even though I will still have to pay the full one thousand Pesos to the bar (of which she gets half).
I had no problem with that arrangement; all I lusted for is the chance to lay my hands - and both heads - on that outrageous pair of bazookas. Two hours should be sufficient for me to indulge in my mammary fetish.
As she did not wish for the other girls to know that she will be double-barfined that night, I quickly settled my bills and headed back to my hotel room nearby to wait for her.

My nerves were on edge. Soon those fabulous treasures will be mine to fondle. Like an anxious kid looking forward to some promised ice creams and candies, I could hardly keep my eager excitement under control.
Thankfully I did not have to wait for too long. Less than ten minutes after I got back, I heard approaching footsteps and sprang towards the door to open it just as she landed her first knock.
She laughed at my highly strung state: “Relax, darling. I’m here.”
She was dressed in a figure-hugging mid length skirt and contour-revealing V-necked tee that accentuated her impossibly gargantuan globes.

Closing the door, I gathered the mountainous form into my embrace, crushing her solid volcanoes against my bare chest as her arms snaked around to encircle me in return. My little brother below strained against the tight confines of my undie, screaming for release.
“Don’t be too excited. Why don't we take a shower together to cool down!” It was more of a command than a question. We undressed each other and it doesn’t help matters when her monumental assets were exposed in all its naked glory. I placed my roving hands on them, hefted their bouncy-ness and marveled at their smooth creamy texture.

Just as I had surmised from my glimpses of her cock-teasing dance routine’s peek-a-boo moments the night before, those perfect rounded oversized globes were surgically augmented. But there was absolutely no telltale physical evidence of incisions under the breasts or armpits as was the common procedure.
She laughed at my unsuccessful inspection. “You won’t find any scar. It was done through the navel.”

That was new to me. The placing of silicone bags through unsightly cuts at the base was passe. In recent times, the more common method of breast enlargement was carried out with an approximately inch long nick under the armpits through which liquid silicone was forced the short distance.
According to Maggi, her surgeons inserted a semi-rigid tube through the well of her navel all the way up and the silicone gel was then injected into the target areas. The little puncture was fully healed and in the not-too-bright room light, I was hard put to detect any trace of even a minute lesion.

Tits fondling and inspection over, we adjourned to have our shower. As we soaped each other, I naturally could not keep my hands off her giant racks - now made even smoother by the soapy film - whilst she cleaned my engorged tool thoroughly.
The cold water managed to help me keep my raging libido under check. After drying off, we made it to the bed for almost an hour of horsing around. I luxuriated in the ecstasy of mangling and hugging her Mount Everests, crushing them hard against my chest.

I was comprehensively enthralled. To me, SIZE matters the most; everything else is secondary.

All things being equal, I would have preferred my mammary playthings to be all natural but I wouldn’t mind the silicone enhanced technological marvels. Maggi’s represent the best of all parameters; the huge size, the rounded shape, the smooth texture and the exquisite succulence. That they are not one hundred percent god-given does not at all detract from my abject fascination with their sheer size and near perfection. They are the epitome of my hellish fetish for monster orbs.

She was very accommodating, letting me had free unfettered rein of indulging in the adoration and worship of her heavenly mounds. She bore an approximate resemblance to one of my dream mega melons porn queens: the legendary Crystal Storm. Making out with Maggi would be like bringing a fantasy into life. It would be a close simulacrum of screwing a titanic titties sex-goddess.

Soon it would be penetration time but in my euphoria of possessing – albeit for a mere couple of hours – such a pair of monstrosities, the eventual coital conjointment would be just an anti-climatic conclusion to a wondrous boudoir journey. The actual act of copulation itself would be perfunctory; a carrying out of a fulfilling sexual tryst to its inevitable conclusion.

Meanwhile the penultimate stage of my two hours or carnal nirvana was about to unfold. Maggi was then lying on my supine body, chest to chest. Slowly, she slithered downwards, her snaking tongue making its odyssey of dishing out pleasure; from my lips across a cheek to an ear. Her sharp teeth nibbled on the lobe, her articulated piece of striated muscle lapped all over the thinly fleshed cartilage and even dug as far in as she could into the tunnel of my auditory crevice. She did the same to the other side of my face and then trailed down my neck, over my chest, to linger briefly on my nipples.

The catbath continued onto my stomach, navel, pelvis, thigh, knee, calf, and eventually my foot. She kissed the toes one by one and worked her way back upwards on the other leg. Subsequently she zeroed onto my balls, suckling one, then the other, like lollipops into her hungry mouth. She looked into my dilated eyes and smiled sultrily as she started painting my hardened shaft with her wet velvety tongue.
Up, down and around, she licked before her lips retraced the paths all over again and again. When every single square millimeter had been covered many times over, her mouth enveloped the radome of my primed missile and descended to its base. Her head bobbed up and down leisurely, she taking care to prolong the eventual upcoming eruption of semen out of my highly stimulated Weapon of Singular Destruction (WSD).

There was another thing I craved; titfucking. I told her so and she thereupon plane-ed upwards, letting my phallus pop out of her mouth, down her chin and neck to nestle in the deep chasm of the valley between her brace of thermo-nuclear bombs which she pressed firmly against my glistering wet column. I pistoned with deliberate slowness as any hurried thrusts might trip off my by now delicate firing mechanism.

After an indeterminable while, Maggi grabbed the base of my prick, moving its angry head like a paintbrush all over her bosom. She used the tip to rub her nipples till they hardened.
I couldn’t hold out for much longer. She capped me and lowered her silo over my upturned rocket. A few urgent grinds and strokes later, I blasted off into geo-stationary orbit.