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Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 21:31:06 UTC
Subject: EBS:  Little Brown Fucking Machines  * REPOST
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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service!  The following story is not
written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents.  I am simply posting
this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will
enjoy it.  As such, the author retains all rights to the story and all areas of
its publication.  If anyone who has written a better legal disclaimer, I would
appreciate it very much if you would send me a copy to use with my postings.

"Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD and reading this story
does not break any kind of law in your community/city/state/country."  Thanks. :-}

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              LBFMs (little brown fucking machines)
                       by Mick The Dragon
                             Day one


It was definitely time to take leave . I was about to strangle my 
boss (justifiable homicide maybe?), shoot my landlord and jump 
off a bridge.  In other words: I was getting more than a little 
stressed out. 

At the time I was living on Guam , which sounds exotic but is a 
lot like Nebraska with great weather.  This is not all that bad 
but an island thirty some miles long gets tiresome if you don't 
spend money like a Japanese tourist.  I was due  some vacation 
time and just had to decide where to spend it. The practical 
choices were Japan which is very expensive and the Japanese 
really don,t like anyone but Japanese.  Okinawa: almost as 
expensive and culturally equivalent to warm New Jersey.  Korea: 
with out a doubt a bachelors paradise, but it was January, making 
it too Damn cold.  The last alternative was the Philippines, 
which I had never visited but were legendary for vice. 

So I drug my bedraggled and haggard ass to the plane to spend 21 
days in the Philippine Islands ( Known as The P.I. ). Don't let 
my bitching about the cost of the other places give you the wrong 
idea.  I get a sweet little trust fund for as long as I stay in 
the military, or if I Retire.  Just so long as I stay out of my 
home town that is. (Grandpa doesn't approve of my attitude).  I 
just don't like spending money if I can avoid it. 

Manila is just bit too big and a glance at the English language 
newspapers showed, a little too mean.  Rambo would get mugged if 
he showed the price of a decent meal.  I thought I'd bop down to 
the nearest town with a sizable community of westerners.  It also 
had a very impressive reputation for vice.  Angeles City, Despite 
its name, is a sister city to Sodom and Gommora. This was while 
that shithead Marcos was still running the country. There was not 
even a pretense of morality, especially in a G.I. town like 
Angeles city.   I checked into the Oasis Motel recommended to me 
by an Australian on the Bus from Manila.  It didn't really look 
like the kind of place I was looking for, Too respectable.  My 
doubts vanished when the bellhop asked if I wanted a "LADY" now. 
I told him no thanks but that I'd get back to him if I needed any 
help in that area. 

The room was agreeable, cool, and the pool was right outside the 
door.  I tipped the bellboy well, it helps to create the proper 
image if you may need a favor later.  A shower and the hunt was 
on. 

I didn't have to go far for the fun to start.  Leaving the Hotel, 
headed to where I could catch a taxi.  I noticed that the place 
had its own massage parlor.  I thought that would be a good way 
to loosen up after a long day of journeying and would set the 
mood for the night. 
      Boy! was I right about it setting the mood! 

Walking into the dimly lit establishment, I found a small foyer 
with a counter like a small motels.  On the wall was a menu of 
prices and options.

                                
                          Single 7$
                           Single Roman 10$ 
                              Double 12$
                       Double Roman 15$..oc off



All currencies in dollars for simplicity 

Thinking " What the Hell!" I asked for the Double Roman. The 
Woman at the desk smiled (pretty woman, bad teeth) and politely 
took my money.  She then asked me to select two women from a 
large photo album.  This was not a family album!   Although none 
of the ladies were nude they were trying very hard to be 
tempting, and most were succesful.  I decided to go for contrast 
picking the two ladies most unalike in the album.  One was a 
slight young thing with tits like nippled tangerines pushing out 
her t-shirt, the other looked to be about 30.  She was slightly 
plump but had a full chest filling her bikini to almost the 
bursting point. 

A young local kid of indeterminate age 15 to 25, its hard to tell 
sometimes, led me to a room. The place decorated in third world 
modern, good furniture, creaking air conditioner and a party size 
jacuzzi with corroded pipes.  He held out his hand for a tip and 
I did the usual American bit and over tipped.  Telling me to wait  
couple of minutes for the ladies, he left. 

The couple of minutes turned into 5 then 10, As I was starting to 
get irritated the girls arrived.  Rather the girl and the woman 
arrived.

The one I had thought to be thirty looked closer to forty in 
person if you knew how to tell an orientals age. I didn't mind as 
she was  full-bodied, not plump.   Her tits were magnificent not 
sagging an inch and having to be at least thirtyeight C-cup.  Her 
body, firm and rounded, wasn't starting to sag yet.  Excluding 
the signs on her head and hands she could have been twentyfive.  
She was wearing a halter and a pair of vintage hot pants that 
showed off a pinchable rounded ass and delectable if slightly 
full thighs.  Her belly showed just a trace of "rice bowl" 
curvature. 

Her  compatriot, who had looked 16 in the photo, could not have 
been over 14.  She had the body of one of those tiny gymnasts.  
Wearing a red man's t-shirt that came  down to the middle of a 
pair of slender brown thighs, she was a dirty old man's dream 
come true.  The older of the two flashed me a warm smile and 
introduced herself as Melda and said her friends name was Susie. 
She then asked me to " please take off clothes now we give bath".  
I hastily acquiesced.  After my clothes were off, their clothes 
followed.  They led me to the shower. 

It was just a showerhead sticking  out of the wall in the corner 
of the tile finished room.  The water was luke warm  but after
the heat of the Tropical Day, it felt good.  After wetting me 
down from head to foot they lead me from the shower.  I didn't 
know what exactly was next but was willing to go with the flow. 

After settling me belly down on the padded, vinyl covered massage 
table in the center of the room they then covered themselves in 
lather from upper thigh to collar bone. I caught the idea fast: 
human loofas.  This was a deliteful show.  When their tawny 
bodies were clothed in suds Susie climbed on           my back 
and started to wriggle.  She felt like a silky eel on my back, 
her nipples like warm cherries.  As She moved to the piped-in 
rock music I felt the slight caress of her sparse pubic hair 
working over my ass and back.  I was so horny I almost flipped 
over and took her then. 

While Susie was "Washing" my back  Melda was doing my legs, 
rubbing her luscious tits up and down the backs. I was about to 
cum and told them so. "No problem. you got hour" Susie piped, the 
first words she said since entering the room.  The drift of this 
was that it wasn't cum and go, but cum and cum again.  If I was 
up for it. Boy was I ever up for it!  The girls then rolled me 
over my dick reaching up like a 7 1/2 inch flagpole.

I was so horny I came with Melda's slight, teasing touch on my 
balls.  The girls tittered and said "Massage more often. Then you 
not be so nervous".  Melda then climbed on straddling my waist, 
Lying on my upper body her tits soaping my flushed face her ass 
cheeks brushing my cock.  Susie meanwhile  was rubbing my feet 
and calves with her ooh so lithe body.

Just as I was regaining my hard-on they stopped. "Please, up" 
Melda said climbing off my soapy torso and taking my hand. 
"shower now, then Bath."  As is usual in The third world the 
shower had little pressure basically just above a trickle.  It 
was enough to cleanse the soap off, but not to give any real 
cleansing sensation, especially with the water at body 
temperature.  I was having plenty of other sensations though as 
Susie and Melda climbed under the shower with me. They worked 
diligently rinsing the soap off all of us and using their skin as 
squeegees on mine.  A few indecent minutes of grab and giggle 
then Susie turned the shower off.  We walked over toward the 
jacuzzi again. One of my hands over Melda's shoulder, down to her 
soft full breast.  The other hand on Susie`s taut dainty butt. 

Then the expected kicker hit, "Give tip maybe, Please" the 
request from Melda was polite and delivered with a demure smile 
and with a certain charm.  Just a gentle reminder of how they 
made their living.  I got my wallet and handed Melda a fresh 20 
and a 10. "Is this about right?" I asked, or stated in the form 
of a question.  The money vanished and the ladies smiles told me, 
I could have got away with paying much less.  What the fuck a 
good massage would be worth it. 

Financial matters settled, we all climbed into the jacuzzi.  
Susie turned on the jets.  Susie asked me how long I would be at 
the hotel and I told her about a couple of weeks.  

Knowing that I'd be around a while made them more interested and 
that fact that I was  on vacation even more so.  Most of the
hotels guests had business on Clark Air Base. They usually didn't 
have too much time for "fun" during the day.  Usually they just 
wanted a hasty short-time.  For more serious action, over the 
weekends and such, I found out later, most folks hit the clubs. 

As we made small talk the girls just kind of petted me.   Susie 
asked if I wanted something to drink and I said that a beer would 
be good and to get whatever they wanted.  Susie stuck her head 
out the door and shouted, in rapid Tagalog, down the hall for a 
bellboy.  The kid who had let me into the room showed up in a 
couple of minutes with a San Miguel beers and a coke. I paid, 
tipped him and he was gone never appearing uncomfortable in a 
room with three naked people.  To my surprise the other beer was 
for Susie and the coke was for Melda.  Melda  it turns out was 
watching her weight. I was watching, and fondling, her hefty 
tits. 
      7The beer loosened Susie up, after two thirds of a bottle 
she was the more aggressive of the two, not the shier. She 
started rubbing her little tits against my belly and caress-ing 
my ass with her hands. at the same time Melda was rubbing my neck 
and temples with very good hands, melting all the stiffness out 
of my  body.  All the stiffness, except of that of my cock that 
is.

The ladies and I had decidedly built up a full head of steam.  
They were enjoying the play as much as I.  I had one hand on 
Melda's cunt feeling her up.  The way she was breathing and the 
jut of her knobby brown nipples showed she was enjoying it.  My 
other hand was on her tight handful of butt as she ground her not 
quite hairless cunt against my thigh.  Deciding that enough 
teasing was enough, I pulled Melda around  till she was 
straddling me.  She Knew what I wanted.  She and Susie, were 
surprised at my choice of pussies. Reaching under the water she 
fit my distended prick into her cunt.  Just as the apex made its 
approach to her heaven.  She slid abruptly down with a splash. 

I started pumping slowly, even thought she was 20 Lb. heavier 
than her partner.  Filipinos tend towards the diminutive and I go 
6'4, 210 lb. and have 7 1/2 inches that were thicker than her 
wrist.  She though was  not worried with my size.  She loved it!  
Her rapidly rolling hips splashing considerable water onto the 
floor.  Half hanging onto my shoulders and half floating she was 
doing all the work. I needed my hands for other purposes.  
Motioning Susie towards me, I  consoled her with my  hands.  She 
had been randier than Melda and her face was showing her 
frustration at my choice. I caressed her girlish pink-brown 
nipples with gentle fingertips then trailed my hand down her 
belly to her pussy. As my fingers touched her clit she shuddered 
with the sensation.  I worked in a finger while massaging her 
love button with my palm.  Then another finger went in.  She was 
bouncing up and down on my hand as if it was a pogo stick, 
kissing my face and ears. Her fingernails were slightly painful 
as she clutched my arm to her. 

Melda was having a good time too.  I pumped steadily in and out 
of her surprisingly tight cunt I was nibbling in the tips of her 
nipples .  I felt the pressure building and did not want to make 
a mess in the jacuzzi.  Lifting Melda up without breaking contact  
I carried her the few feet to the massage table and laid her
down.  Her legs hanging over and open wide, I started  really 
pumping hard.  She  was  softly mumbling in tagalog by this time 
having cum on the stroll over. 

Susie was busy too, she pressed hers body against my back and 
fingered herself off. 

I came hard , all movement becoming uncoordinated.  Susie brought 
herself off in a series of little yips. and seconds after my cum 
poured out Melda came for the second time. I pulled out and laid 
down next to her, feeling like I'd run a marathon. 

Giving the girls another 25$ I got myself a massage after my 
"massage."  As I was leaving the ladies said "anytime need 
massage ask for us".  Giving a noncommittal yes, I headed back to 
my room. 

I needed a nap! 

