PENA'S STORY: Part 1: Beginnings
My parents named me María Peñafrancia Rivera. Please call me Peña (sounds like pen'ya). I was born in Cebu City in the Republic of the Philippines. Most men find me very attractive but quite honestly, I find sexual activity with other women far more rewarding.
I grew up in an upper-middle class community. My father was an engineer and my mother was head of nursing at the local hospital. My brother Ibabao was born when I was ten. We nicknamed him Bao and I had to take care of him while my parents were at work.
As I grew older, I began to feel pleasure when I touched my genitals. My mother had always encouraged me to confide in her and so I told her what I was experiencing. She sat me down and explained how that region of my body worked, showing me detailed pictures in her anatomy book. She explained to me about the blood that would later flow each month. She told me my clitoris was sacred. It would give me pleasure but I should not touch it too often. She encouraged me to explore my genitals and enjoy myself. She told me she also explored her genitals when Father was away working. I went to my room and lay down on my bed. An image of my mother pleasuring her own genitals flashed through my mind. I found myself getting aroused and allowed my hand to stray between my legs. After a few minutes I slid down my panties and began sliding my forefinger up and down in the wet place between my labia. I felt a sudden urge to roll over onto my front. I did so and began a rocking motion. I felt an intense explosion of pleasure as I reached my first real orgasm.
Mother had told me that I was welcome to come and talk to her any time if I needed to know more. She warned me not to say anything to the priest about our little discussions when I took confession. I asked her why not. She explained that the Catholic Church considered masturbation a sin. I told my mother that the priest regularly asked me questions like “have you had ever felt a warm feeling between your legs?” I had always said “no, Father!”. Mother looked shocked and asked me if I believed in the teachings of the Church. I told her I did not. Mother told me I was old enough to make up my own mind and did not have to attend church. The next Friday I entered the confessional as usual. The second question the priest asked me was “When did you last touch yourself?” “I replied “Touch myself where, Father?”. He spluttered a bit and came back with “Do you touch that place between your legs?”. I replied “Are you asking me if I masturbate, Father?” There was no response! stood up and walked out. I never returned to the church again.
A few days later I had another chat with my mother. This time it was about the hanging parts between my brother's legs. Back to the anatomy book! She explained more about reproduction. I could see two different images for the penis. One had a conical tip and the other was rounded. Mother explained that when boys grow up, a small cut is made in the loose skin at the tip to expose the head. It was called Tuli. I asked if that was painful. She told me it was but that it was part of growing up in the Philippines. I asked if this happens to girls too. Mother told me that I would find out when I was older! That night I lay in bed thinking about what my mother had said. My finger sought out my clitoris. It did not have a conical tip so maybe it did not happen to girls at all. I explored myself for a long time and finally fell into a deep sleep.
I graduated top of my year at high school and went to university to study law. I met my first boyfriend on campus and of course he tried to pressurize me to have sex with him. Mother invited him home to dinner and we discussed sex quite openly. Mother told him to respect me or he would regret it. He made a promise and I allowed him to see and touch my body when we returned to campus. Then I had my first view of a grown-up boy's penis. It was so different to Bao's and I remembered my discussion with Mother. I asked him if he had Tuli. He nodded. I tried to press him for more information about his circumcision but he did not want to “tell me just yet”. His glans was bare but I did not really like all that loose skin at the back. He taught me how to masturbate him by sliding the loose outer skin up and down. He found another girlfriend after a few weeks and to be quite honest I was glad he has gone.
My next lover was woman, a fellow undergraduate. Her name was Katherine but everyone called her Erin. She was studying for a BA in Education. We had been swimming in the campus pool and entered the changing room together. I pulled off my swimsuit and entered the shower room. I turned and saw Erin standing under the shower rose next to me. I found myself admiring her rear view. Erin turned round before I had no time to avert my eyes. We just stood there and gazed at each other's bodies. I had never really looked at another woman's body closely before. Erin moved towards me and I felt her hands on my bottom, pulling me close to her. I pulled Erin's head towards my own and our lips met in a long slow kiss. We heard someone entering the changing room and went back to our own cubicles to dry off and dress. We spent the night together, the first of many. Cohabiting was technically forbidden on campus so Erin and I transferred to external accommodation so we could be together.
I did well at university and graduated with honors. At the end of the graduation ceremony, my professor called me over and introduced me to his wife. Alicia was a tall, slim woman in her 50's. She was wearing a body-hugging designer dress that left little to the imagination. There was an immediate mutual attraction. The couple chatted with me a while and invited me to their home for dinner when the ceremony was over.
part 2 to follow...
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