Only For The Experience

The locale was an isolated hut on one of the over 7,000 islands that make up the Archipelago of The Philippines. Though no one talked about it everyone on the island knew what went on in the hut. Here on the island it was considered a normal function of life.

The boy had just turned eighteen. His parents had paid for this to get it over with, so that it wouldn't become an issue later on. The young woman wasn't that much older. Early twenties. The fact that both were were South Sea Islanders made them appear younger in the eyes of Westerners than they actually were.

The place was run by an older woman, referred to as The Ginang, in her sixties who was occasionally called upon to serve also as a midwife. As a matter of pride The Ginang saw to every detail of a boy's visit. No boy ever left the hut without knowing what it felt like to experience sex the way nature intended. Well, there had been a few, but...

Following The Ginang's instructions the two orange skinned, jet black haired South Sea Islanders began stripping off their clothes. The boy appeared more hesitant about doing so than the young woman. As a result he lagged behind a bit. Eventually, both were naked. It became clear the young woman was no stranger to doing this before. For the boy it would be his first time. The Gingang directed the young woman to climb into the bed.

The only "foreplay" consisted of the boy "topping off" his mounting erection, perhaps a habit ingrained from years of regular masturbation. Once he was ready the young woman assisted the boy with rolling on a condom, then reclined on her back, waiting for him to begin take the initiative.

The boy was now on his knees, between the young woman's thighs. He rocked forward, within striking distance, then appeared to fumble for a time while attempting to mount her with his erect, sheathed penis.

Suddenly, the boy's hands flew from his crotch to press upon the mattress on either side of the young woman's tiny breasts, causing him to pitch forward over her. Reflexively, his hips begin to dance, the dimples in his buttocks alternately appearing and just as quickly disappearing.

The interaction between the boy and the young woman revealed nothing resembling lovemaking. Clearly the boy was using her to get himself off. To get himself off in way new and exciting to him.

The expression on the boy's face, initially eager, now revealed his mounting tension, growing more apparent as he continued to thrust into the young woman, to descend deeper into the cycle of his rapidly emerging sexual function.

The boy continued to ride the young woman in the missionary position. From a corner of the room, The Ginang, who had meticulously arranged this encounter, observed quietly, occasionally offering the boy an instruction. "Don't hurry. Take your time with her. No, not yet! It's too soon. Stay with her longer. Just a little longer."

The boy's expression grew increasingly tense. Strange guttural sounds begin to escape his lips. His breathing became heavy, irregular, a random series of gasps.

The young woman continued to lay passively. Occasionally, she'd rest her palms on the boy's waist. Then, in an instant things began to change. Suddenly, the boy grabbed the young woman around her shoulders, at the same time speeding up his coital thrusting. His entire body appeared to become encapsulated with a strange kind of energy, one from which there was no escape other than to press forward. The sounds he was making grew louder.

The boy began to cry out, his hips now flailing as he was pulled into his ejaculation and delivery. His expression now reflected the tug of extreme pleasure-pain he was no doubt feeling. Then, fifteen seconds later it is over. The boy collapsed alongside the young woman, lying still, breathing heavily. From the time he'd begun with her, the boy's performance had lasted barely more than two minutes. No doubt, the best two minutes of his entire life.

The Ginang rushed over to the bed, pulled the boy away from the young woman. His penis appeared to remain fully erect. She proceeded to inform him in no uncertain terms that his encounter with the young woman was over, instructing him to get dressed, then pointed to the door, asking him to leave.

The Ginang knew it was best not to let the boy remain. For in his present state of mind, if he were to linger there was the risk he might form an emotional attachment to the young woman. And that would for certain create a whole new set of issues in addition to the one just solved.