Simon and Magdalena—-2

Part Two

It was sheer torture. Magdalena was the most beautiful woman in the Barangay , and later on as Simon grew up, made his vast fortune and traveled around, He discovered she was also one of the most beautiful in the world. She was a veritable sex goddess; long wavy locks,  a curvaceous and bubbly ass, beautiful curves,and full breasts.

Simon had also seen the vast nest black hair between her legs when the soldiers tried to rape her; it was too much for Him to handle.He had the courage to gun down vicious Yamashita soldiers and, when confronted by a naked woman who he shook like a kitten. The travesty!

Simon and Magdalena—-1

Contributed and Written by Cocoy:

Part One

With bitter pleasure Mang Simon remember the days when the Japanese attacked the Philippines. There was a shortage of everything, and no one had the luxuries the modern generation of young men now have. Luxuries such as all kinds of gadgets, toys and such.

Truth be told he is glad for it; no generation should have to suffer what the young men of his time had to go through. At the tender age of 16, He lost his innocence when he killed one japanese soldiers during a foiled attempt of sabotage at one of their bases. The whole unit was wiped out, and he was the only survivor because he ran away when he saw the enemies coming..

She did it with brother-in-law

Milagring poured the hot coffee into the mug and stirred in the milk and sugar. It was a  cold Sunday morning Her husband,had gone to the market to buy fish and daughter Roxane was at the church with her friends. She was making the coffee for her brother-in-law Banong who was upstairs surfing the internet,Milagring used to do this every morning because his brother-in-law is the one supporting her family. She would have preferred him to be outdoors too but he was a shy virgin man and didn’t have too many friends. Still, maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t go out much, she thought, especially with all the gangs and drug crime out there.

Luningning sweet revenge—6

Part Six

The police came and the ambulance. All efforts failed. The body was hauled off to the mortuary. Nobody felt that any more than a perfunctory inquest was needed. The undertaker was called to testify and old Doc Manners. Yes, it was decided that the car fell off the jack and crushed the poor fellow. “Yes,” Doc told the jury. If only someone had been there to help, the poor man would almost surely have been saved. It’s a pity no one was there.”

Luningning sweet revenge—-5

Part–Five

Luningning trudged home and put the whole experience as far out of her mind as she could. She wanted to get the house picked up before Mama got home from her weekly shopping. Not that there was all that much to do. She and Mama were very neat and clean and kept the old three-room house spic and span always.

Luningning sweet revenge—4

Part Four

Then she did the only thing she could do. She put all fantasy aside and commenced cleaning house so it would look real nice when Mama got home. Her thoughts never strayed far from what had happened to her that afternoon. She kept reliving the ordeal over and over again, time after time. Finally, the housework all done, she slipped into her room and knelt and prayed. That did her no good either. For the first time in her young life she felt completely alone, adrift without an anchor.

Luningning sweet revenge—-3

Part three

“Well, Mama, whatever the reason is, you just hang onto it. I don’t need nothing right now. “You keep it, Mama.”

The last doubts she had about her daughter’s chastity faded and vanished. If she had of been being a hold she would have wanted the money! “Thankee, God, for my daughter Luningning! And please forgive me for doubting her! Amen,” she prayed half aloud. She smiled proudly at the thought of her wonderful daughter and went inside the house to begin to prepare the Calderon’s evening meal.

Luningning sweet revenge—-2

Part two

Then the window would be rinsed with  vinegar water and shined with old crumpled newspaper. The finished result was a spotless glistening window. She would then climb down, move the ladder again to the next window and repeat the process. During the long afternoon, she never said a word. She silently did her work, lost deep in her own thoughts and feelings of shame and humiliation.

Luningning sweet revenge—-1

Part one

Luningning was filled with helpless anger and didn’t know what to do about it. Ever since she started growing  them titties, her life was turned all upside down. Them boys at school would grab them and squeeze, sometimes so hard it hurt real bad! With her light  complexion and hair that hung down in close waves rather than tight kinks, she showed promise of a great beauty that took the best features or both her Chinese Meztisa mama and her Donald Trump look alike father who was once station in Clark.

From Maningning with Love

This is for matured readers only.

Cocoy, We had canceled our dinner plans because of the thunderstorm.  You never like to do anything when it rains, but tonight is going be different.  You are standing in front of the sliding glass door, watching the rain come down.  I had purposely left it open because the sound of the rain calms me.

It also makes me horny.

You are wearing some simple, black boxers with little red dots.  They are the only thing keeping you from being completely naked.  You yawn and stretch, and that is when I notice how toned your back muscles have gotten.

You look so sexy.  I want to play.

I take off all my clothes and walk up behind you. I embed my nipples within the creases of your back.    I kiss your lower neck.  My lips are cold.

You are momentarily startled.  I am moving my hands around your waist searching for your nipples.  Your head lowers. I can tell that you are watching as I pinch them seductively.

I am holding them tightly between my thumb and forefinger. I am also sucking and kissing you on your back and shoulders. Only seconds pass before I allow my tongue to follow the natural curve of your backside–down your spine ending with your asshole.   Your whole body stiffens around me.  Tense.

The veins in your dick feel good to me as I play with your corona and then continue to travel south.  My hands grope your balls.  You start to relax now.  That’s good, baby.  Now, I am using my hands to caress your ass cheeks.  I gently kiss your cheeks. I like how you shiver on my tongue.  It’s kinda like you want it, but you don’t.

I give it to you.  I am applying pressure around the 10:00 position.      That should be your lower hot spot.  I must have pushed a little too hard because now you are losing your balance.  You take a step forward.    This puts us outside on the balcony.  The rain is coming down hard on our naked bodies.  We look like an ad for one of those cheesy health spas, all wet, toned, and sexy.

You pick me up.  Kiss me.  Your kisses are like iced tea in August, refreshing!  Your kiss is aggressive.  Hard!  Your dick is throbbing against my stomach.  Your hands are caressing my nipples.  The warm rain is trickling down my face and between my breasts.  The water is making our bodies slippery.

You turn around, pinning me against the cold cement wall.  You are still kissing me.  I can taste the butterscotch candy inside your mouth.  You pass it to me, I pass it back, and our tongues continue to dance.

Over your shoulder, I can see cars passing on the street below us. The thought of them watching us is exciting me.  You are kissing my face and neck.  My back is still slammed against the cold wall.  You are being aggressive, rough.  I like it.  The cold cement is sending chilly pulses through my body causing my nipples to stand at attention like a soldier in front of his General.

You abruptly stop kissing me and take a step back.  You watch how the rain falls into my hair, runs down my face, and then cascades over my perky breasts.  Spiraling throughout my hips and thighs, the beads of water look like little pearls on smooth my brown skin.

You kneel before me and spread my legs sinking your tongue into my soft, pink pussy.  You force that piece of butterscotch candy deep inside me.  Your tongue is exploring my sticky tunnel like a panther hunting its prey with slow, calculating movements.  Your mission is to find it before the warmth of my willing pussy devours it.  You are sucking and licking each part of my pussy.  Your tongue is a machine working me…my clit. You follow the sweet butterscotch trail down to my asshole and then back up to my warm origin of life.

I can barely stand.  It feels so good.  You finally find the candy, but not until I have had two wet orgasms. The way my body reacts to you has your dick harder than US steel.  Your strong hands grab my hips and lift me up slightly, positioning to penetrate.  You enter me with the patience of a man breaking a virgin, slow and steady.  It’s driving me crazy.  I relent and wrap my legs around you like you are a thoroughbred and I am the jockey.  We become one.

You are fucking me as aggressively as the rain is falling. With each clap of thunder and every bolt of lightening, comes a deep, heavy thrust of your hips.  You and Mother Nature are doing a job on me.  All of my senses are heightened as the raindrops continue to provide me with total body stimulation.

Your hands, pressed into my ass, guide me directly into the path of your dick.    Your fingers are teasing my asshole.  I love that shit.  I relax, take a deep breath and then release the air from my lungs as you guide two fingers into my ass.  At the same time, your dick hits the bottom of my pussy.  With each thrust, you dig deeper and deeper.

It hurts in a good way, so I scream for more.  You give me what I want…the dick, every inch of it.  My body shakes, becomes tense, and then relaxes again.  I slide down your body onto the cool, ceramic tile.  I reach for your dick and put it in my mouth. Your thick veins feel great against my jaws.  I run my tongue across you corona, the G-Spot for men along the base of your dick.

You watch me suck your dick.  You like how I take it all into my mouth making it disappear as I go down until my lips touch your balls.  I am moving my head back and forth; my lips roaming up and down your hard ass dick.  I am ready to taste your hot, milky cum.  You are grabbing my head.  You are holding on to my wet hair guiding me back and forth.  I relax my muscles, so that I can receive your dick without gagging.  You are giving it all to me.  I can feel it throbbing.

You are holding your head back, eyes closed.  I can feel your muscles tensing.  You are moaning now, speaking that foreign language only known to men.    Gazing into my eyes, your movements cease.  You send a hot burst of cum down my throat, and I swallow every single drop of it.    You fall to your knees and relax your head on my lap.  I kiss your forehead. Unable to move, the rain swaddles us as we watch the traffic go by on the street below.