The first thing you saw after the curtain was pulled back was a row
of naked Filipina women each with a number attached to their thigh.
Arranged by a Filipina handler they were in all in different positions;
some standing legs astride, some kneeling, their cunts open wide as
their handler pulled their shoulders back towards their arse. The
handlers having won the right by sealed bid were enjoying being centre
stage, some touching their assigned newly arrived Filipina bride's
legs, arse, or pussy. One nervous arrival was having her pussy eaten
out by an older looking Filipina. The Filipina changed to probing
around her pussy, sticking a finger in her pussy, then licking her
finger, then sticking it back in. Then she went behind the woman and
stuck a finger in her arse causing her to moan loudly as she started to
get finger fucked in the arse. It was a great chance for a Filipina to
show off as she handled a new bride or for those low on the picking
order to perhaps establish dominance over a newcomer.
There were 23 new brides that had arrived in the last 6 mths. Their
ages ranged from 17 to 44. A few such as my wife were darker skinned
Filipinas from the provinces who hadn't seen a city bigger than 5000
people. Two were teenage bar girls, four were single parents over 35,
while the remainder were nurses or primary school teachers, or so it
seemed. I am sure that the teacher pupil ratio in the Philippines must
the lowest and the nurse to patient ratio the highest in the world.
Then there was Whilamina. Whilamina was 41, 5 ft 1, 138 pounds 40E 36
42 with a short severe haircut and a round pockmarked face with traces
of facial hair on her cheeks and upper lips. The general thought at the
club was she had better be a good at sex because she sure was ugly. And
she was already having defeated the champion of over a year in a cock
sucking contest. Their bodies varied: the bar girls looked slim and
confident but to me spoilt by their tattoos. Most of those over 25
showed that almost inevitable thickening of the thighs and arse and
swelling of the belly that seems to come to 90% of Filipinas. But it
was still something to see the variety of bodies, legs, tits nipples
and cunts in a lineup like this. My 22 years old Enri, despite being
only 5 ft and being a slim figured 86 pounds 30B 19 28 size 4 or 5
dress, long black haired, cute faced from a small village in the island
of Bohol was the most attractive in the line up.
In the line up Enri's pussy was feeling very hot and her nipples
were... sooo hard... so hard they ached, so hard they hurt. Her handler
was Elena. She pushed at Elena, her hands trying feebly to move her
away from her aching nipples. Elena clung tightly to her, her tongue
whipping across the outraged tit knobs, her teeth chewing and gnawing
on the flesh, her mouth sucking on it. She stroked her fingers rapidly
across my wife, feeling the wetness seeping out of the aroused cunt
slit.
Enri's nipples stung they were so hard, and her cunt was buzzing with
an incredibly frustrating itch, all hot and wet and uncomfortable. Her
body was enveloped in a warm haze and she felt herself losing control
of her muscles. She shoved again at Elena.
"Nooooo," she gasped. "Noooo. S... stop!"
She shoved harder moving Elena away from her back against the opposite
wall. She started to stagger away from her but Elena jumped quickly
back coming behind her. She jammed her hand in under my wife's buttocks
and grabbed her pussy, squeezing it hard. Enri cried out, her body
hitting the door as she staggered under the sudden blow of pleasure and
pain. She clawed at the air in mindless delirium, her body thrumming
with crackling electricity. She opened her mouth to cry out again but
could not gain the breath for it.
Elena squeezed again, harder, squeezed over and over again, mashing her
fingers into my wife's soft, pulpy cunt mound. Enri gave a low
quivering moan and arched her back, grinding her pussy back and down on
Elena's hand. She threw her head back so far her dark red hair brushed
against her arse cheeks, and jerked repeatedly as she was hammered by
bolts of powerful pleasure.
"That's it, little one," Elena purred. "Feel it. Feel it. Feel the pleasure. I can do much more for you."
She pressed her body against Enri, her other hand sliding around the
trembling, shaking dark skinned Filipina and down between her legs. She
ground her thumb down on Enri's clit as she kneaded her cunt flesh and
Enri wept in pleasure and ecstasy, her eyes unseeing as she jerked her
arse back against Elena. She was a 43yr old middle aged, solid and
slightly portly with the Filipina belly 36C 32 39, short haired styled,
round-faced, round bellied, thick thighed, large nippled, huge sex
drive and in love with me. And the wife of my best friend. The woman
who had wanted me to marry a young, naive country girl so she could
turn her into a sex slave.
Elena pulled the hapless Filipina to the front of the lineup. She let
her fall on the floor, and then knelt between her legs, gripping them
and pulling them apart. She stared into her moist little cunt opening
and licked her lips in anticipation, then bent and began to lick.
Enri's breathing evened out.
"Wha... what... what are... you doing?" she gulped.
"I'm sucking your hot little pussy and showing the crowd how easy you are," Elena said.
Enri stared at her in surprise, unbelieving that another woman would
eat someone in public. Elena continued to lick at her snatch, sliding
her tongue against her clit as she slowly wriggled a finger into the
fuck pipe.
"Oh... oh... Oohhhhhh," my wife moaned as her body thrashed around.
"That's right slut," Elena whispered.
She pushed her finger deeper, amazed at how tight she was. But happy
because she planned on making it very loose in the future. Elena gave
the crowd a triumphant look, then locked thumb and forefinger around
Enri's clit and ground them together. Enri's wriggling became writhing
and her head thrashed from side to side as she began to gasp for breath.
"Watch her cum," Elena yelled to the crowd, grinding again, stuffing
two fingers down my wife's slot and pumping rapidly while her other
hand fondled Enri's right breast, rolling the nipple as the Filipina
grunted and moaned and ground her arse against Elena's body.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! Nungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UUuuuunnghhhh!" she groaned,
arching her back as her body was flooded with sexual ecstasy. Her body
bounced and shook and heaved as she blew through the orgasmic storm,
then she fell limp again, panting for breath.
"Very responsive, isn't she, but too easy?"
Elena bent over the girl's pussy and began licking again. Enri felt her
body start to cum, she couldn't help herself, she just started
screaming, and her body convulsing as she kept on cumming for what
seemed like ages in front of the crowd.
A look at sites such as www.The-penis.com or similar will show that 6
inches is an average erection and that only 0.5% of men are larger than
9 inches measured along the top from base to tip. Barry Deverson or as
I called my mate Baz, or as he was known in the club "The Elephant man"
was named for the size of his cock. In his case when he was fucking it
was "I'm an animal not a man" not as the other way around in the film.
John Holmes the porn star was 13 inches and the longest ever recorded
is 18 inches to a Somalian. Well "The Elephant man" was 16.25 inches
and this was what this batch of Filipinas, as every batch had, were
going to try. He was now beside the lineup with Mesila Prospero.
Mesila 25, was married to a 65 year old Italian Gino Chantilo. She was
a plain, almost unattractive large faced 5ft 1, 38B floppy 33 39, with
stretch marks on her belly and cellulited thighs, dark skinned,
provincial Filipina. Although a 60 year old unemployed man could get a
young Filipina bride she was not going to be attractive and Mesila
proved this. Incredibly shy and religious she had dressed as modestly
and participated as infrequently as she could in the club for her first
6 months. One night when her name was drawn by lottery and she could
not avoid a contest, she took 43 men in 3 hours to win, and since that
time the changed now exhibitionist Filipina would enter any contest
that put her in the spotlight.
She went down on him running her tongue along his prime Aussie meat.
Like an unfolding umbrella it thickened and grew. Stretching her lips
to their widest the Filipina, who was a virgin when she married at 20,
and had consummated their marriage 10 times in 4 and a half years
before her change in attitude, who had dressed as modestly as she
could, tried to avoid club contests, and who could not conceal her
discomfort at any form of sex with male or female was now slowly,
willingly taking him in her mouth as she played with her clit. She
wanted number one at the club and no form of sexual activity was
abhorrent to her now. She managed to get the monster to touch the back
of her throat without gagging, and attached not one but two special
cock rings to The Elephant man.
Baz was to use his monster on the brides starting with those who had
arrived first. The first was a 19 year old bar girl, Jennice Sulayao
who got down on who hands and knees and spread waiting for Baz her eyes
fixed on his cock.
"Not even the Negroes I had are that big," she muttered and flinched as
Mesila's tongue prepared her. Baz managed to ease 10 inches into her
before she moaned, "No more."
Mesila could still fit her two hands on the cock between Baz and
Jennice, but compared to the next 7 women, she was fantastic. It was
not just the length of Baz but his width and the longest the next 7
could take was 6 inches. Joselina Consul was 8th and next and the 18
year old simply froze unable to take even Baz's knob. And so it
continued with Minda Talento a 38 year old leading at 12 inches after
all but 3 Filipinas had been put to the test. As the third last arrival
Enri was bent over the table and just as she did in her private
initiation (see Initiation1and 2) she slowly accepted the invader, her
cunt stretched beyond belief until it was fully buried into her
twitching writhing body.
The next Filipina, a provincial girl of 20, Laila Meneses vomited and
fainted as Baz approached and he moved on to Whilamina who willingly
spread her heavy body on the table and took Baz's cock . Eleven inches
slid into her with ease before she slowed and worked the remainder of
his cock into her cunt. Unlike Enri who had struggled to accept Baz she
now thrust back at Baz until you could hear Baz's balls slapping at her
arse cheeks. Her moaning turned into groans then grunts as she came.
The first bride ever to ride Baz to her orgasm.
As she slid off Baz's 16.25 inches, Mesila stepped in and taking Baz's
cock in her hand lay with her back on the table and guided him in until
he filled her too with his full length. She then wrapped her legs
around him and let him fuck her to orgasm as well, before reversing and
bending over the table to take 12 inches up the arse before releasing
his cock rings and shuddered as his cum spurted into her. She was
willing to do anything to be best and wanted the crowd to know.
The auction predictably had Whilamina causing the most action, her
price rising to a club record of $875 until Wozza (Warrick) my best
mate from kindergarten days trumped them with a bid of $1000 which won.
He was pissed off that his 19 yr old wife Anecita (that is going by her
passport which said she was18 when she came here, and it cost him $1000
for each yr the official in the Philippines added to her age on the
document, and it cost him 5000 - do your own maths) who in her one year
stay in Australia had been undefeated in any club sex contest or fight,
had been beaten by Whilamina in their cock sucking contest hat night.
Having won he announced to the members that Anecita would fight and
beat Whilamina after the auction. Elena forced Walter to part with $550
for the use of Enri for 48 hours.
The mats had been removed, and Anecita's high stiletto heels clacked on
the hardwood floor of the court. She was dressed in a bikini, her hands
were covered by boxing gloves. Her head was unprotected and she danced
around the room, jabbing at the air.
Whilamina followed her soon after. She was wearing a lime green thong
bikini which did little to cover her 138 pounds 40E 36 42. She didn't
dance or jab like Whilamina-she just waited in the center of the court
for the younger Filipina to come to her. Both women were focused with
eyes locked on each other's face. Whilamina started taunting Anecita.
"I'm glad you challenged, bitch. I've got a very important lesson to teach you."
"How to grow fat and ugly?" Anecita replied. Her lip curled in disdain for her opponent.
"To show you who rules the club." Whilamina said, circling Anecita. Her
eyes were glittering with anticipation. "And I'm going to draw blood"
Since Anecita challenged her to this fight, Whilamina got to dictate
the terms. Whilamina choose a kick boxing type of catfight. High heels
will make it harder for Anecita to perform those kung-fu kicking
maneuvers she's so good at. Boxing gloves would soften Anecita's hard
blows. Since Whilamina is strong, she just needed to wear down Anecita
and take her out.
Whilamina advanced towards Anecita.
"Go get her, Anecita!" one woman shouted.
"Rip her ass off, Whilamina,"
The 41 year old fired a series of blows towards Anecita. Anecita
parried most of them--one connected with her breast. She grimaced and
managed to punch Whilamina in the head. Whilamina responded with three
blows to Anecita's head, to her breast, to her head once again, all
connecting with deadly force.
Anecita backed away and threw a kick at Whilamina's head. Whilamina
moved quicker than her size and age would suggest and caught Anecita's
leg under her left arm, and punched at Anecita's cunt with her right
hand. Anecita hobbled on one leg for a few seconds. Whilamina punched
her cunt again and Anecita fell down hard on the floor. Anecita was on
her back. Whilamina raised her foot, about to bring her heel crashing
into Anecita's cunt. Anecita whirled her body just before the heel came
down, turning over onto her stomach with the heel grazing Anecita's
butt briefly.
Whilamina leapt on top of Anecita's back, pinned her against the floor, and started punching her kidneys.
"This is where we left off, honey!" Whilamina shouted. The microphones
could pick up even the slightest whisper in the arena, although
Whilamina was speaking loud enough that even those at the back of the
room could hear her. "Give up now! I won't wanna fuck ya tonight if
you're too scared!"
Anecita screamed and twisted her body to the side, throwing Whilamina's
back against the floor. The heavier Filipina wrapped her legs around
Anecita's thighs and squeezed them tightly. Whilamina's left arm locked
around Anecita's throat, while the right punched her breasts.
"You're not gettin' away from me!" Whilamina shouted, punching Anecita's tit again. "Submit!"
Anecita rammed the back of her head into Whilamina's nose, three times
in a row. It stunned the newcomer long enough for Anecita to somersault
away and stand up.
Whilamina quickly got to her feet, shaking her head, locking onto
Anecita's eyes. This time the champion advanced on her rival, firing a
fake-out punch at Whilamina's ribs. Anecita followed this with a deadly
arcing kick: her heel sliced lightly into Whilamina's left breast,
cutting the bikini top string.
Whilamina stared down at her chest. Half of the bikini hung down, and a
trail of red appeared just above her saucer sized nipple.
"You fucking bitch!" Whilamina roared, and kicked at Anecita's head. Her foot went crashing into Anecita's ear.
The impact stunned Anecita and made her back away.
Whilamina chased her, and the crowd once again roared in frenzy.
Anecita shifted her stance, dodged one of Whilamina's kicks, and punched the Filipina in the head twice, near the nose.
There were blood stains on Anecita's boxing gloves. You could see the
sheer anger on Whilamina's face as the blood dripped from her nose into
her teeth. She foolishly fired a punch at Anecita's head, which the
younger Filipina dodged, and merely punched hard at Whilamina's bloody
breast.
Whilamina groaned and hugged Anecita's body with her own, to prevent further blows.
"That's it!" Whilamina roared. Her legs wrapped around Anecita's
thighs-the heels bit into the Asian's flesh. "The gloves are coming'
off".
Whilamina threw the boxing gloves off her hands. Her claws dug into
Anecita's back and raked downward. Anecita screamed and threw off her
own gloves. The younger Filipina's bare claws found Whilamina's breasts
and ripped away what remained of her bikini top. Whilamina had already
ripped away Anecita's top and was raking her claws along her arse.
Anecita found Whilamina's nipples and pinched them hard. Anecita
shifted forward, and using a leg throw slammed Whilamina's body down
hard on the floor. The 41 year old groaned, especially because
Anecita's nails were still digging into her tits.
Momentarily stunned, Whilamina had stopped scratching Anecita's back.
Each woman was now bare breasted. Anecita punched Whilamina in the
cunt, and grabbed her legs to twirl her around. But Whilamina was
faster-and encircled Anecita's head with her legs. She squeezed her
powerful thighs and immediately choked off Anecita's air supply.
Whilamina stayed on the floor, arcing her back, putting all the
strength she had into her leg vice. Anecita sputtered for air. She
tried twisting away, but Whilamina kept shifting her body. It was an
incredible tug of war that lasted for a minute.
Finally, Anecita flipped her body, twirling Whilamina over onto her
stomach. She leapt on top of her opponent's waist. Her fingernails
dissected Whilamina's bikini bottom. She raised her hand in the air and
brought it crashing down into Whilamina's arsehole.
"Payback time, honey!" Anecita shouted, speaking in the fight for the very first time.
Whilamina screamed as Anecita sunk a bare fist into her ass a second time.
Whilamina brought her heels crashing into Anecita's back, scratching
the Asian's skin slightly. It didn't distract Anecita that much. She
grabbed Whilamina's ankles, bent them backward, snapped off the heel
straps, and threw the heels up to the balcony.
"Finish her, Anecita." This time the voice in the crowd was unrecognizable.
"Give her what she deserves."
Anecita smiled and punched Whilamina's asshole two more times. "Submit!"
"Go to fucking hell!" Whilamina shouted, squirming and shaking her body
violently so that she managed to throw the lighter fighter off her and
stagger to her feet. Anecita ran to meet Whilamina, and suddenly the
two women were enjoined in a gnarling hug. They looked like they were
in a lovers embrace, but they were clawing, biting, tearing at each
other. Little cat-like screams emanated from both of them.
Anecita ran her fingernails down Whilamina's back and bit her earlobe
and cheeks. Whilamina bit into Anecita's shoulder, neck, and face.
Meanwhile, Whilamina's claws dug in fiercely into Anecita's bare arse.
She kept working them into Anecita's cheeks, stabbing and clenching
them over and over in the same location, while Anecita did not scratch
any one place too long on Whilamina's body. Whilamina's fingernails
were razor sharp and drawing blood. Anecita stopped biting Whilamina
and let out a bloody scream. She was temporarily stunned by the
ferocity of Whilamina's attack.
Whilamina used leverage to drive Anecita straight back into a wall,
hard. She grabbed hold of Anecita's knees and lifted her legs in the
air. Anecita fell down with her back slumped against the wall.
Whilamina dragged Anecita's body out from the wall a bit. She drove her
body into Anecita's midsection, holding and pressing her legs down. She
did this to Anecita a few times, before Anecita caught Whilamina by
pulling back her legs and kicking against Whilamina's stomach.
Whilamina flew across the room onto her back, but she was up on her
feet as quickly as Anecita.
Now the two women circled each other warily. Whilamina darted her hands
in and out, trying to get hold of the Champion. With a lightning snap
of her fist, Anecita landed two blows against Whilamina's face. One
connected with Whilamina's nose.
Anecita quickly shifted position and kicked Whilamina's chin, knocking
Whilamina onto her back. It was her speed and superior technique that
had kept her undefeated for a year. Anecita pounced on top of
Whilamina. She sat down on top of Whilamina, backwards. Her bare ass
was against Whilamina's throat. Anecita placed her legs on top of
Whilamina's arms. The so called 19 year old grabbed hold of Whilamina's
legs and bent them backwards. Whilamina's legs flailed in the air, but
Anecita had all the leverage to keep Whilamina down.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Anecita laughed, shaking her head back and forth. "Who is teaching who now?"
It seemed like Whilamina had no where to go. But Anecita had not
thought of everything. Applying the hold, her arse inched closer to
Whilamina's face who opened her mouth wide, and clamped down hard on
Anecita's right ass cheek. Right in the same spot where she had clawed
Anecita so viciously before.
"Aie-yuhhh!" Anecita yelled, and let go of Whilamina's legs. She turned
back and slapped Whilamina with the back of her hand across Whilamina's
already bloody nose.
The slap forced Whilamina to stop biting Anecita's arse. In quick
retaliation, Whilamina brought her legs backwards. Her calves grabbed
hold of Anecita's neck, and pulled the younger Filipina fighter's upper
body downward. Now Whilamina was choking Anecita with her lower legs.
Anecita was still laying on top of her and seeing Anecita's arse before
her, Whilamina dove her nails into the same wounded spots.
Anecita screamed again.
She reached back with her own hands to grab Whilamina's razor claws,
and pulled them away. Anecita sputtered and grunted against the force
of Whilamina's legs. She brought her knees up to her chest. With a
surge of leg power, Anecita let go of Whilamina's hands and stood up.
She had grabbed hold of Whilamina's ankles and twisted around, breaking
the choke hold.
Whilamina was now lying on her stomach. Anecita grabbed firm hold of
Whilamina's ankles, and bent them backward towards Whilamina's head,
performing a Boston crab maneuver. Anecita stood on Whilamina's arms,
in order to pin them flat on the mat.
I could see Anecita's lip protrude in a silly grin as she thought she
once again had Whilamina. She continued bending Whilamina backwards,
spreading her foe's legs wider, making Whilamina grunt and groan. This
continued for almost a minute. Once again, there was a tiny opening in
Anecita's attack that Whilamina could exploit. Anecita stood on top of
Whilamina's upper arms, but the lower arms were free. To gain her
freedom, Whilamina grabbed hold of Anecita's ankles to use as leverage,
in order to kick her legs harder. The Whilamina dug her nails into
Anecita's skin, making her lose concentration for a moment. Whilamina
kicked free of Anecita's crab hold.
Whilamina quickly got to her knees, and stood up halfway. Her head came
just under Anecita's crotch. Anecita caught Whilamina's midsection in a
bear hold, trying to press her back down. The two naked wrestlers
strained against each other, Anecita bending her knees to press down on
Whilamina's back, Whilamina trying to push up as hard as she could. The
pair waddled around the room a bit in their awkward embrace. Anecita
bit down on Whilamina's lower back. But Whilamina's claws once again
dove into Anecita's bloody arse cheeks.
Anecita screamed as Whilamina lifted Anecita higher and flipped her
over. She landed flat on her back. Whilamina jumped on top of Anecita's
chest, pining her arms under her knees. She slapped Anecita hard
against her face about a half dozen times very quickly.
Can you take it?" Whilamina balled up her right hand into a fist, and
punched Anecita's breasts repeatedly. Anecita groaning could be heard
through out the room. Anecita raised up her legs to ensnare Whilamina's
chest. She rammed Whilamina back down onto the mat. Whilamina quickly
rolled away. Both women got on their feet at about the same time. I
could see that Anecita was furious, her face reddened by the blows of
Whilamina's hand. Whilamina had a look of pure animalistic joy, like a
tigress hunting her prey.
Whilamina reached out with both hands to grab Anecita's shoulders.
Quickly jerking her body forward, Whilamina rammed her forehead into
Anecita's face for an agonizing head butt. Whilamina rammed her right
knee up into Anecita's groin four times, which made her double over in
agony. She walked around Anecita, grabbed hold of her hair,
straightened her upright, only to furiously ram Anecita into the wall,
face first. Whilamina dug her sharpened claws once again into Anecita's
arse.
This time she used a ripping criss-cross motion. Drops of blood
spattered on the mat like red rain. An agonizing wail erupted from the
younger Filipina.
Whilamina started hammering Anecita with kidney punches. I heard tiny
yelps and screams through the walls. Then Whilamina went for the
finishing touch. She encircled Anecita's neck with her right arm, and
dragged her backwards a few feet. Then she suddenly dropped to one
knee, bringing Anecita's neck down on top of it.
The look on Anecita's face was deadly. She didn't even make a sound.
Her lips formed an "O" shape, like she was trying to scream, but
couldn't.
Whilamina did not stop. She removed her knee and Anecita slumped to the
ground. Whilamina stood over Anecita. Holding her hands clasped and
pointing at Anecita's gut, Whilamina dropped to the floor. Her clenched
fists crashed down into Anecita's diaphragm, crushing the wind out of
the champion. Anecita sat up. Only by reflex. Whilamina grabbed her by
the hair and punched her twice in the nose. My darling's head slammed
back on the mat.
Whilamina picked up Anecita's legs and twirled her over onto her
stomach. She took hold of Anecita's calves, and dropped down hard
again, slamming them against her thighs. Whilamina took both of
Anecita's arms and bent them behind her back. She leaned her head down
and bit Anecita's earlobe on either side.
Anecita screamed bloody murder.
"Give it up, bitch Acknowledge the new champion," Whilamina barked.
Anecita squinted and shook her head, writhing around, trying to find
some way out of the hold. Whilamina pressed her body even harder
against Anecita's, increased the pressure on her arms, and bit hard
into several places along Anecita's neck and back. Both women were
sweating and had blood coming out of the noses and lips. Whilamina
rejoiced in her oncoming triumph. That sweet, supreme moment when a
fighter has total control over another woman.
"Aieeeeeeeeeee" Anecita screamed. "I....give...."
"What was that, loser," Whilamina asked, "I can't hear you!" She bit Anecita's earlobes again.
Anecita screamed again. "I give up. You are...the champion. Please...please stop!"
Whilamina released Anecita's arms and for the second time that night roared out. "I am the champion."