Balibago - north of Manila

[GiftonJS]

I did a double take!!
By Jupiter!!!
Monster melons!!!!

Her skimpy bikini top could hardly hold those gravity-defying cantaloupes. The sudden sighting of those stunningly gigantic globes were more efficacious and instantaneous than Viagra!
I got hard faster than a Ferrari could burn up asphalt. I was all aroused and ready to barfine her there and then but sadly for me she seemed spoken for. She was drinking and making merry with a couple of middle-aged buayas.

Hi Bro Phenom, wonderful FR on Starr, Maggi and many others!!! Great Thread that you started. I just only started reading the thread recently and I am amazed that there are so many wonderful Monster Melons in Balibago... A pity we share the same taste but unfortunately we are not at the same place... Keep the Great FRs coming...

By the way, what cup size is Maggi? Is she as big as the Monster Melons in your earlier FRs?

Thanks & Best Regards
GiftonJS

[phenom]

Originally posted by GiftonJS

Hi Bro Phenom, wonderful FR on Starr, Maggi and many others!!! Great Thread that you started. I just only started reading the thread recently and I am amazed that there are so many wonderful Monster Melons in Balibago... A pity we share the same taste but unfortunately we are not at the same place... Keep the Great FRs coming...

By the way, what cup size is Maggi? Is she as big as the Monster Melons in your earlier FRs?

Thanks & Best Regards
GiftonJS

Cup? What cup??? Too miniscule lah.
A true fanatical connoisseur of gargantuan cantaloupes such as yours truly measure them only by JUGGS!!!
Anyway in terms of absolute size, Maggi's Godzillian knockers are in the same class as my all-time biggest bonks such as Marisel of Balibago; Oint of Bangkok; Poo of GL cat40; Shasha of GL chinatown; Shynta(Yogya), Iin(Yogya), Lilis(Surabaya) & a few others of Indonesia; etc.
I would say that she would rank as among the top 3 to 5 of the mightiest boobs I ever had. Oint remains the all-out size champion though Marisel is the largest in relation to her tiny frame.
Monsters melons can be had everywhere, not just Balibago. It's not easy but if you search hard enough there will be rewards. I had most of mine in Indo as I go there almost every month as opposed to about two to three time a year to the Philippines.

Nai zhai ren zhai, wu nai ren wang
phenom

[GiftonJS]

Originally posted by phenom
Cup? What cup??? Too miniscule lah.
A true fanatical connoisseur of gargantuan cantaloupes such as yours truly measure them only by JUGGS!!!
Anyway in terms of absolute size, Maggi's Godzillian knockers are in the same class as my all-time biggest bonks such as Marisel of Balibago; Oint of Bangkok; Poo of GL cat40; Shasha of GL chinatown; Shynta(Yogya), Iin(Yogya), Lilis(Surabaya) & a few others of Indonesia; etc.
I would say that she would rank as among the top 3 to 5 of the mightiest boobs I ever had. Oint remains the all-out size champion though Marisel is the largest in relation to her tiny frame.
Monsters melons can be had everywhere, not just Balibago. It's not easy but if you search hard enough there will be rewards. I had most of mine in Indo as I go there almost every month as opposed to about two to three time a year to the Philippines.

Nai zhai ren zhai, wu nai ren wang
phenom

Haha, you are the man when it comes to MASSIVE BOOBS!!! Unfortuantely my experience pales in comparison to yours. I have not heard of Poo of GL40 (care to advise?). As for Shasha, it is a sad case, her " appearance" schedule always clashes with mine. Still trying to find a good day to find her.

Keep the FRs coming.

GiftonJS

[phenom]

Originally posted by GiftonJS
Haha, you are the man when it comes to MASSIVE BOOBS!!! Unfortuantely my experience pales in comparison to yours. I have not heard of Poo of GL40 (care to advise?). As for Shasha, it is a sad case, her " appearance" schedule always clashes with mine. Still trying to find a good day to find her.

Keep the FRs coming.

GiftonJS

My overly obsessive fanatical fetish for mega melons is both a blessing and a curse. I might expound on this one day, but for now take my word for it that its not healthy.

The twin thermo-nuclear bombs of Poo is not available anymore. She had returned home to LOS long ago. I had the great fortune to indulge in the pleasures of her gigantic hooters not once but thrice. Ah Dez had also tasted her enormous treasures quite a few times too. It will be a long time before another cat40 in the class of her superlative knockers come upon our shores again. Anyway huge as they were, they still pale in comparison with my all-time monster melons: Oint who was from a Bangkok massage palour. She was the top of the class of the ten most gargantuan cantaloupes I ever laid my hands on.
I can keep on for hours on this fave subject (melons) of mine but I think I better stop hijacking my own thread.

I am now about to post the next chapter of my recent sexventure with my precious Starr. Enjoy!

[phenom]

The following week in Manila, I could hardly wait for Friday afternoon to come by so that I could board a busliner to Balibago again. All through my frenetic business meetings, the thought of a unbridled boudoir romp with the delectable Starr was always on my mind.
We had been sms-ing each other and she even called me up once. She had readily agreed to my suggestion that she absent herself from work for the two nights of the weekend that I will be in the sextown. I looked eagerly forward to the thirty-six hours rendezvous.

Actually my four nights in Manila were not at all forlorn. Every evening I would head for the Edsa International Entertainment Centre (EIEC) in Pasay to booze and to enjoy the eye candies of shapely bikinied nubile bodies. I was tempted but managed to desist. On average Manila WLs are prettier than their Balibago counterparts. Still, rare treasures such as Maggi (monster boobs) and Starr (lovely body and of course unparalleled girlfriend-like service) that beat the city chix flat can be unearthed; and at a mere fraction of Manila’s touristy prices.

By 6 pm Friday evening, I had already checked into the perpetually booked Orchid Inn right in the heart of the Balibago CBD (Central Bar District). As we had previously coordinated, Starr turned up soon after; in a see-through flowery blouse that all but exposed her sexy black bra ensconced killer body, and tight pants that did full justice to her shapely legs and sexy bums’ contours.
She looked so delicious and appetizing that I would have swallowed her up all and sundry if I could. We held hands and sat on the edge of the bed, inquiring about each other’s well being and recent activities. Like a pair of long-separated lovers who had just reunited, we exchanged notes and dovey talked for a long while. We mapped out our plans for our one and a half days together. Later in the night, we would bar hop together but in the meantime we would indulge in pseudo conjugal bliss.

I had taken my shower immediately upon arrival and so had Starr just prior to leaving her house. After getting rid of the encumbrances of our clothing, we lied down in each other’s arms, drinking in the sensual arousal that was manifested from the hundred odd days of separation.
With bodies locked tight in intimate embrace, we kissed deeply, lips crushing passionately, tongues exploring, saliva flowing, breathing heavily impeded till we were in acute danger of expiring from asphyxiation. Our hands explored each other’s bodies, seeking out the familiar crooks and crannies. Mine landed naturally on her perfect cones while hers enveloped my quickly arousing phallic pillar and hairy foundation stones.

Our fondling proceeded leisurely, me kneading her succulent mounds as her fingers hefted and massaged my family jewels. One hand played along my shaft, fingernails lightly scratching along its length and dancing fleetingly around the crown. By now I was dead stiff and she started to move her golden mane-ed head downwards.
Her hungry mouth zeroed onto my testicles, licking and sucking each inflamed ball in turn. Next, she attacked my truncheon, sharp teeth nibbling the sensitive skin and defenseless exposed shiny mushroom head. After that wicked torture, she lovingly licked and lapped my entire engorged length, pausing once in a while to flash me a naughty wink or two.
She worked on blowing me, alternately swallowing the fiery sword almost to the hilt and withdrawing till her lips clamped on only the cockhead, tongue twirling maddeningly round its entire smooth surface.

Desire clouded her seductive eyes as she mounted me. There was no mention of the condom by either of us. It seemed that after the last bang of our previous tryst when we went raw all the way for the first time, prophylactics don’t and won’t figure in our lovemaking anymore. In a tacit unspoken mutual agreement, we had totally dispensed with the use of the inhibiting sheaf.

An unrestrained gasp of pleasure escaped from her lips as I thrust upwards to meet her descending pussy in one clean slice through her wet tunnel. She collapsed upon me, both of us savoring the re-ignited wondrous sensation of my mighty phallus burrowing deep inside her juicy vagina.
She oscillated her cunt barely perceptibly as I strained to bury my weapon even further inside her burning furnace. We kept on this position for a few minutes, rocking gently like a moored sailing boat in a slowly ebbing tide. Satiated moans emanated from her half-opened mouth. Soon, she decided to take charge once again.

She sat up and began to pump up and down, gyrating her pelvis and grinding hard against my groin.
I gave back as much as she dished out, meeting her every thrust and parry with an equal and opposite reaction. She increased her tempo and I followed suit. She arched her back, face thrown backwards in her throes of lusty passion.
She was reaching climax but I held on with a superhuman effort. A warm flowing sensation surrounded my entire buried length as she cummed. I was only a hair whisker away from erupting as well, and only a determined resolve to prolong my first return screw with my precious Starr kept me from going over the brink.

Spent, she felt flat down upon my body, panting heavily. I put my arms around her and reversed our positions. I lied on her till she recovered sufficiently to mutter sweet nothings into my ear. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she cooed: “Darling, I want you to cum in my face!”
Wow, that’s a request I will be hard put to refuse.

In her FACE!!! Goddamn it!
I had cummed inside many a delectable mouth many times over; sometimes upon the chix’s summary consent, others as a natural progression in the course of carnal shenanigans. Some of my cum had also occasionally landed on some part of the facial region during cim or cob (cum on breast) but never upon explicit request. I am no particular fan of such deviant sexual acts but was not adverse to the idea….especially on the sweet cfm (come fuck me) face of the seductive Starr.

“Pleasssee?” Her pleading voice masked the determined look of her sparkling eyes to get me to comply.
I smiled back at her. “Sure, anything you say, tilac.” I pumped a few more strokes into her before clambering onto her bosom. I sat squarely upon the lower moons of her full rounded tits, slipping another pillow under her disheveled head to angle her mouth to a comfortable position. Her lips caught my stovepipe, drawing it inside her oral cavity.
Her bobbing head did its work, re-directing my still-stiff libido to close to the edge of ecstasy. The sucking mouth and licking tongue labored on till I felt my semen welling up. I pulled out when the first spurt gushed from the tip. Holding my fire hose in one hand, I sprayed into her eagerly expectant face. The long powerful stream hit her in the corner of her mouth, up her cheek, into her forehead narrowly missing her eyes, down her nose before finally settling on her chin.

“I’m cumming again”. I warned her.
“Quick, into my mouth”. She stuck out her tongue to catch the second torrent as I re-aimed my sperm dispenser in response. Some of the gooey stuff overflowed from her tongue to her chin and trickled down her neck before her mouth enveloped the still-firing cannon.
“Mmmmm” She moaned barely audibly, the sound distorted by the sticky liquid in her mouth. She continued to milk me, sucking hard on the cream-coated popsicle.
My head spinned. All I saw was Starr and more *stars*. Her vacuuming mouth would not let up. I had no more to give. Or so I thought.

She sat up, holding the base of my prick in one hand, lips still clamped firmly round the slowly softening head. Cum flowed to her breasts and she brought the other hand to spread them all over her chest.
“More, I want more.” She insisted as she removed my cock from her mouth.
Holding the tiring dragon perpendicular to the bed and its single eye aiming smack into her upper face, she hand pumped it rapidly.
The impossible happened. For the third time my love juice squirted out; a tiny rivulet compared to the bank-bursting Yellow River that was the first.

Three mighty bursts in a single salvo! That was a record since long long ago when I was very much younger.

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[phenom]

We rested for the best part of an hour after our energy-sapping sexventure. She had looked a sight with her cum-splattered face and upper body. Luckily, upon her exhortation, I had taken care not to get any of the sticky mess into her long thick golden stresses. She ate what was inside her mouth, even licking her lips in delight as she lapped up the remaining droplets. A couple of tissues and a wet towel took care of her face and body. We dozed off amid the musky aftermath of our wild romp.

Waking up at about 9pm, she washed up the remaining trace of my sperm and we were on our way to paint Balibago red. First stop was the local fair in the vast field hemmed by Clark Highway and First Street. There were games galore – mostly variants of the throwing ball type and open-air karaoke stalls. She won a couple hundred of pesos at the games and then sang for a while at the karaoke. I just accompanied her, happy to merely hold her hands as she enjoyed herself like a little giggling girl.
She got bored after an hour of cheap basic fun and we started on our trail of barhopping. We went to five bars and a disco. We had a good time but she got tipsy towards the end and began to behave like a bitch. We had a little tiff after which I insisted that we head back to the hotel. By then it was almost 2am.
The small spat we had was nothing and when she sobered down, all was well again.

A shower, lemonade and a little rest were all it took. Lying in bed in each other’s embrace, we were aroused again. She went down on me to favor me with another stupendous blowjob. Then she shifted her body, placing her fragrant pussy right on my face. I remembered that she tasted good and had no inhibitions to eat her once more. We sixty-nined till we were fully primed. I turned her over on her back, held my spear to the entrance of her enchanted cave and drove in smoothly. The sight of my bare warrior piercing into her delicate folds sent the adrenaline coursing strongly through my body. She clamped her legs around me in a possessive grip as I humped her to kingdom come. Her nails dug painfully into my unprotected back as I grabbed and hung onto her equally vulnerable breasts. We thrust hard into each other and exploded into a wrenching climax.

Just after dawn, with barely a few hours of sleep, we were awakened by the din of crowing cockerels nearby. Once roused from her slumber, Starr could not keep her hands of my limpid worm. Despite my protestations, she refused to give up.
“I want you to fuck me again” There was no pleading tone, in fact it sounded like an order.
“I am too beat to get it up again, not after the big multiple one last nite and then another just a few hours ago.” I countered weakly.
“No worry, your tilac will have it up and running in no time.” She exclaimed devilishly.
“Can you?” I doubted.

Without answering, she slithered down and gobbled up my flaccid member, fingers busy with my soft hanging balls. Her lips and tongue got busy coaxing the limp serpent to morph into a fiery dragon. It took quite a while for the blood to flow fully into the slowly but surely hardening instrument. I did nothing but just lay back to enjoy the fruits of her labors. She was an animal, a she-canine in heat, this Starr. She sucked like there’s no tomorrow. Even the dead would have awakened from her determined ministrations. Eventually my warrior stood straight and proud, ready to do battle once again.
“See, I told you so” She proclaimed haughtily, bristling with pride at her accomplishment.
“Come inside mama”. She spoke to my little brother gleefully.

She turned around, offering me a panoramic view of her sexy butt, before impaling herself onto my upturned stake. She pounded me, slowly at first but increasing the frequency of the rhythm gradually.
She went down flat, sucking my toes and at the same time offering hers for me to suck as well, all the while never ceasing her up and down motion on my column. Her bottom looked so inviting that I had to do her doggie. I withdrew, making her draw up on her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, I took hold of her tight ass cheeks and rammed into her without mercy.

“Arrrgh. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She begged.
I reached out to cup her delightful breasts with both hands, using them as handles as I hammered relentlessly into her nether regions.
So wet and smooth was her passage that every gliding stroke was an execution of unlabored pleasure.
She rested her head on the mattress, sloping her back upwards, making the angle of her buttocks even more acute and pointed. Her pussy therefore canted more towards me, according my dragon sabre extra leeway into her pearly gates. I pistoned deeper and harder eliciting crescending yelps of pleasure-clouded pain.
“Feels good. Fuck. Fuck me hard and good. Arrrrghhhh!” She was hardly intelligible.
The heavy pounding exacted a punishing toll on my old creaky bones and atrophying muscles. My agonized breathing doesn’t help either. I might soon succumb to fatigue before I could gallop onto the home run.

“Honey, don’t stop! I’m cummmmming!” She gasped.
That set me off too. I gathered the last ounces of my reserves and banged her and myself into oblivion.
Almost blacking out from the lack of oxygen, I collapsed upon her back, unable to move a twitch.
The only sounds now were our very labored breathing; mine even more so.
We slept in the aftermath of our lustful lovemaking, waking up at only an hour to noon. We showered and went out for a brunch of spicy Thai beef noodle soup…..aroi dee!
We arranged to part for a few hours; she back home for a woman’s chores and me shopping for nick knacks to bring home, and a visit to the hairdresser.

We rendezvoused in the late afternoon at my hotel room; a larger, cheaper and more comfortable one (recommended by Starr) behind one of the joints along the main drag. Starr was as ravishing as ever. She had made use of some of the past few hours to doll herself up. She looked fresh, wore some light makeup and the crowning glory of her golden mane was radiant in the rays of the setting sun that filtered through the glassed window.
“Well, what are we going to do this evening?” She wondered aloud.
“Let us just stay in the room. I wish to spend the whole night alone with you. I will have to leave at 7 in the morning.”
“Fine. You can go out to buy back dinner later. We’ll eat in” She agreed.

So it was that we spent most of our last 14 hours together on bed in each other’s arm watching TV and partaking in small talk. We made hot heavenly love twice more; late at night and before dawn the next morning. I had thought after the fourth session that my physical self had had enough. There would be no more left to ejaculate. In the event it turned out that I was wrong yet again. I had grossly under-rated my ability to rise to the occasion, especially with someone as bewitching and skillful in the art of pleasuring men as the luscious Starr.

The two bouts were also extended romps, with Starr dishing out her splendid blowjobs, bestowing tender loving stimulation to my overworked and fatigued howitzer. Under her expert coaxing its no wonder that I was able to continue shooting out spunk inside and on her. I had cummed inside her love passage again in the night but in the morning she had demanded that I shoot on her face one more time. That last shot had finally taken everything away from me and for the next few nights, after I continued on my back-to-back trip to Jakarta, I had to abstain from visiting my favorite whorehouses of melons at L.A. and Sari-Ayu.

Eventually all good things had to come to an end. As with my last trip, Starr insisted on seeing me off at the Dau busliner station for my ride to Manila and thence to the airport. After checking out, we took a trike to the Chow King fast food restaurant beside the station for a breakfast of their signature noodles.
Soon it was time to bid goodbye. No tears were shed, as that would be nothing but a charade. Starr was a practical woman, though a WL with a tender carefree heart, no doubt.

We had met, had our carnal fun and then we had parted. If we were to meet up again, we will definitely re-live our pleasurable coitions all over. If we do not, our separate lives would go on as before. We might reminisce on the sweet memories but would not dwell too much on them.
My next trip to Balibago might be very soon or it might take quite a while and by then Starr might or might not be there anymore. When I left her that morning, I was sure that I would have her again as I had her cellphone number. But as I type this FR, I am not so certain anymore. Why? That’s because, my function-loaded hp’s main chip got corrupted recently and all data including Starr’s contact number and her many snapshots were lost forever.

Who knows, she might still be working in Cheetah, in which case all will be well. If not, there is simply no way I could ever contact her again.
No matter. Whatever will be, will be.

[mongerx]

I am making first trip to Angeles City this Saturday and I am going straight to Balibago from the Manila Airport. From what I understand you are quite limited in the amount of Pesos you can bring into the country. So will I have any problems exchanging Sing dollars for Pesos on Fields Ave.? Will the exchange rate be fair and comission free? Is there a better place to exchange currency in AC?

Thanks in advance for the help.

[Love888]

Hello " Brother

In the past U are limited to certain amount while entering Manila. Now a days U could bring as much cash as u like. My advise is the best to bring USD to change where would get more mileage. Just be careful with the money changer and count the money at least two time. In AC you have to careful while hunting.

Happy Bonking and good luck Regards

[phenom]

I beg to differ.
Unless you already have a stock of USD, changing to greenbacks here and then to Pesos in P.I. will incur a double conversion which means a little less Pesos for your SGD.
Balibago offers the best rate (I always change there, hardly ever in Manila and never in Sg) for your SGD (probably other currencies as well...I never check). Walking up Fields Avenue from MacArthur Highway towards the checkpoint, there are numerous changers on the left side after the stretch of bars. Choose one whose counter is not exposed to the street. Get inside, do your exchange, count them and tuck them safely away before hitting the street again (beware of street urchins who are skilfull pickpockets...robberies are rare). Rates (some of them are posted at or just inside the counter) are more or less the same along the stretch. When you change more, eg S$500 or so, you can bargain for a little bit more than you were quoted.

[mongerx]

Thank you guys for your helpful responses.

[phenom]

Anytime, mate.
Have fun in sextown.

If you happen to be in Cheetah and see Starr, ask her to sms her Sg "boyfriend"
Tell her my phone got corrupted and her cellphone number was lost.

And if you need a friend to talk to or ask for general info and advice, look for Myra and tell her that her Sg friend who went to Balibago often refered her to you. She's 30+ (I knew her when she was 9), of mixed filipina/american blood, plump, and is always along the stretch of bars in Fields Avenue at night selling roses. Ask the other flower and peanut vendors, they all know who she is.

[mongerx]

I returned from my six day trip from Balibago. I want to thank those who provided helpful information here. So I want to return the good faith and post my field report. I am typically post on a Ang Mo oriented board where I have still have some friends from the states. Here I am going to repost the report I am posting over there with only a minimal amount of editing. I haven't included any details on prices or etc., but if you want such detail let me know and I will provide.

Prelude:

It’s been nearly a year of Sundays since I last offered a trip report. Back in the days of the JR and Redsnake boards, I posted under the handle of Bumpy, lived in San Diego, and attempted to tell entertaining stories of my experiences in TJ. To make the long story of my absence short: idealistic sensitive monger (ISM) meets beautiful angel fallen into difficult circumstances, they fall in love and overcome tremendous obstacles to build life together, they move to New York where the angel spread her wings and becomes strong beautiful woman, and then the loving couple moves to Singapore because the ISM has good job opportunity. Here the story takes the unexpected twist, the ISM realizes he isn’t content with his conventional white picket fence lifestyle and craves the hedonistic lifestyle of his past. Now the Angel is firmly on her way to a career in the creative artists industry, the ISM is ready to dive into deep end of the cesspool, and the now ex-couple are simply close family.

Ready to dive into full blown monger mode, I needed a suitable setting for my re-debutante ball. Lucky for me I received an e-mail from my very old buddy Porker, asking me if I wanted to make the short trip up to the Philippines and enjoy some debauchery. This sounded like a perfect way to get my sea-legs back and I made all the arrangements for my first all out mongering trip in about five years. While I have had some extra marital activities here in Singapore and on business trips to places like Sao Paulo, Hong Kong, Amsterdam and etc., I was completely anxious and giddy about having five days with the sole focus was whoring, drinking, partying, male bonding, and whoring. The executive summary: I had a fucking great time, AC is fucking bargain, and I highly recommend visiting.

Unlike the corporate world, I think the readers here actually want to know the details. I will try to deliver on the details but there are things I need you to forgive me for upfront.
First, I am way behind on the technology curve and have no digital camera. So I will unlikely have any pictures to offer. However, I did have a few running partners who did manage to capture some of the goods on film. Perhaps they will be moved to offer up some photos to this report. Second, I am very rusty at monger reporting so I didn’t keep any journal or write down any details. So things will be sketchy in parts, names may not be recalled, and the sequences of events may be out of order. Third, since this is my first report in a long time I am going to treat it as a early spring training exhibition and just look to improve in subsequent efforts. And no need to worry I have already bought a digital camera and have a pipeline of things to report. So as bugs says “On with the show this is it……”

Day 1:

I was scheduled to depart on an early Saturday afternoon flight from Singapore to Manila. However, the preceding week I kept getting notification that my flight was being rescheduled later and later in the day. So instead of hitting things in the late afternoon where I could scout in daylight, I would arrive to the Philippines under the cover of darkness which leaves me without bearings. I arranged to have the van from Apartelle apartments meet me at the airport (1600 pesos). Moreover, Porker on only his second day of vacation agreed to form a welcoming party for me and come along for the long round trip. That was well appreciated by this cherry boy.

What can one say about the Manila airport? Definitely some organization problems but not so big that it’s really a problem. I exited the airport and went in the direction that seemed most logical and I eventually crossed a somewhat familiar face. Hey it’s Porker, after many years we both had changed but not enough that we couldn’t recognize each other. Well it was a happy reunion. Porker informs me that he was drunk, tired, and apologizing that he had to scramble to get two girls for the party. Well there were no apologies needed when I met the girls. So he leads me to the van to meet our most excellent driver David and the two Private Dancer honeys Meileen and Madel. In the van, I had a sweetie on each side and my choice of beverage. Off we went on the two hour drive to AC.

In the van, I took an immediate shine to the very peppy and rather chesty Madel. Fairly quickly I was getting hands on and boobs were out. The ride in was quite fun, but somehow I get the feeling there was more energy in the party when Porker and the gals rode out to the airport. Anyway Meileen was sweet and cuddly but I wasn’t sensing great vibes from her. But Madel was rolling. She was a butter chic: smoking stripper quality body but her face …. With the two chicks to play with the time passed quickly until we arrived at the Central Park Hotel where I had a reservation for the next five nights.

A quick interruption to the blow-by-blow here, I can’t say enough about how nice and accommodating the staff at the Central Park is. The facilities of the hotel are really three star, but the service is five star. You can’t go wrong staying here if ask me. I will comment further on the hotel in other parts of the report.

OK, at the hotel I tell Porker let’s meet up later as I am only going to do this short time. Up in the room it’s clear that this three-way is going to be more like back to back two ways even though the girls are obviously good friends. In that case the girl I am hotter for goes first and the other one gets sloppy seconds. Madel and I enter the shower (CP hotel has good sized shower stall no tub) and soon I am lathering up her luscious boobs and booty. She gets my tool squeaky clean. Madel then squats, I grab the sides of her head and BBBJ heaven commences. Then she rubs her soapy breast all over cock, afterwhich I spin her around and ride the crack of her hard ass. I am in Heaven baby and ready for a shower fuck. Luckily the CP hotel (as most AC hotels do) has a very generous bathroom honor bar and on goes the conviently located condom. Well I make like Carl Lewis and I do my 100 meters in under ten seconds flat. Satisfying for me but not doing anything for the reputation of mankind. Yay my cherry was popped with great shower GFE sex. Oh but wait there is another sweetie watching Myx (Philippine MTV channel) on my bed patiently waiting to service me.

After Madel and I finished washing up we hit the bed and play around (tickling, joking, making out, and usual BS) while Meileen hits the shower. When Meileen emerges she lays on the bed next to me and Madel moves to other side. I peel Meileen’s towel off and start making out with her. This turns into a cat bath and then BBBJ. As soon as I am hard enough for penetration, on comes Mr. Latex, and I start some missionary, followed by some doggie. Unfortunately the chemistry is not going well between the two of us. The girls observe the softening of my resolve. In response I am placed on my back and Madel gets involved by offering me her tits and Meileen sucks my balls. Once hard again, Meileen climbs on for some cowgirl and maul Madel’s chichi’s. Soon I felt some tingling below and fire off a bee bee shot. The girls are pleased and want to know what we are going to do this evening. Inform them I am going bar hopping with my friends and they are free to go. Girls are happy to have hit the short time sweepstakes.

After washing up again, I hook up with Porker for some bar hopping. Evidently, I had super sensory overload seeing my first go go bar and then seeing about ten more. For those who have never had the go go bar experience, I can’t convey how friggin’ awesome this concept is. But I did learn that the level of depravity and good times depends upon what you the customer initiate (much like the karaoke experience.) Also, I had many beers. The result is I don’t recall too much except that Porker and I ended up in a bar called The Club. Well I remember that every girl was either cherry or Mens. We renamed the place Club Rojo. It turns out I must have thought the girls were hot because I took one back with me. She was mens, I knew she was mens, but she had me convinced that she would give me a great BBBJ finish in mouth.

Let me be honest, I was drunk and don’t remember hardly shit about her except for a couple of things. She was horny as hell. I remember I was lying on my back on the bed with a towel over my front side and she got on top of me still in her panties and pad. We groped and made out while she started grind the hell out of my tool. Eventually she was dry humping the hell out of me until she collapsed in orgasm. I found this hot as hell, until she got up and I see massive blood around the outline of a maxipad in her panties and I guess I also bought the bath towel too. She washed up and then delivered on her promise a big sloppy blow job with in mouth finish. Ah just the night capper I wanted. She was starting to settle in for the evening, but I wanted nothing to do with the re-enactment of the horse head scene from the Godfather and sent her on her way.

Ah blissful drunken sleep overtook me to close out my first day.

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Originally Posted by mongerx

I returned from my six day trip from Balibago.......................................... .................................................. ..
.................................................. .................................................. .Ah blissful drunken sleep overtook me to close out my first day.

Thanks for the substantial FR. Finally I see another meaningful contributor to this thread. Looking forward to the next chapter.
I don't call Balibago sextown for nothing. It's the place to get wild, to indulge unabashly and without inhibitions in the sins of the flesh and alcohol.
At its low low prices on B&B (booze & broads), princely or even kingly debauchery can be enjoyed to the hilt.
I had literally hundreds of the LBFMs there over the past 2 dozen years and I am still not jaded.....never will be.

[mongerx]

Day 2

A strange bed, a strange land, and a realization that I gotta whole lotta love to experience conspire to force a rather early wake up. Do the three S’s, exchange some SMS with Porker, and I am out the door for some adventure. As soon as I close the door to my room I encounter the ubiquitous hospitality of the staff on the Central Park Hotel. The women responsible for cleaning my room bolts down the hallway to introduce herself and ask if there is anything I need. “Why yes sugar, extra towels, lots of towels!” I say as I stuff some funny money into her hand. As I enter the hotel lobby, the cuties behind the reception desk wish me good morning by name. Then I turn to go into the little café cum bar and I get another set of personal greetings by name from some cuties. Dang, I have been here slightly more than twelve hours and everybody knows my name.

Porker escorts me around the block to Kokomo’s where I go native and have some pork adobo and coffee for breakfast. I was taken aback by the lack of fresh fruit and juices that are everywhere and cheap in SEA. Soon we are joined by a third Muskateer who I will refer to as DZG. While enjoying breakfast, we engage in the morning mongering ritual where every one recaps their previous evenings festivities. This is an enjoyable act of male bonding. I was quite impressed with the “show” some guys put into their “show” and tell sessions.

Over breakfast, DZG asks Porker about the Santos street scene. “Well dude it’s right out the exit here.” This leads to the first mongering activity of the day. We boldly walked the down the crumbling asphalt, avoided the aggressive advances of VCD porn pushers, and the calls of the trike drivers until we hit the Heaven’s Bar on the right side of the street. Oh the irony of this bar’s name. We marched up the entrance stairs into a little stuffy bar that reminded me of something I would have found in a bedroom of my seedy frat house. Mamasan slowly manages to stir one, then a second, and after much delay a third resident whore to entertain us. Now the street is known as blow row, but I didn’t see any bars with crawl spaces or other interior design attributes that I imagined one finds in a blow job bar. Nope, this was just a down and out sleazy little brothel. So we are paired off into three couples and I am playing grab ass with a simple looking gal in glasses and a tight top suggesting small but perky breast. Well I am here to have the experiences, so I decide to see if the quickie blow jobs are anything special.

You pay you 500 pesos and you take your chances. I go back to the short time room with my choice and it’s a small moldy hot closet sized bedroom. Obviously the girl lives here with at least two other girls and it’s just filthy. No showers or pre-wash; this feels like Mexico not the hygienic Asia I know and love. Well we manage to get our clothes off. She’s looking pretty average while I am looking way below average as I break out into a funky sweat. I opt for the blow job only and delicately recline onto the bed as I was afraid that I would cause a herd of cockroaches to appear and scurry off in all directions. OK, well let’s see what it is that makes blow row BJ’s so special. Well about twenty minutes later I had learned that there is absolutely nothing special. After all that consternation, I got a very average blow job from a very average girl in a horrific setting. The Monger X recommendation (which I did follow after this) there are some gems on Santos street but, at no additional cost, have your session in your hotel or a short time hotel.

After that scarring incident I walk out into the street in a daze. My eyes scan across to the infamous left side of Santos (home of scary Billy Boys) and I see an open air bar with a very angelic girl beckoning me over. I cross the threshold, enter the Luz Bar and into the arms of Lyka. In this place I will spend many happy hours and with Lyka I will some great times. This bar basically has a long open window with a small counter to sit at running it frontage – a great place to watch the Santos street world go by. The depth of the bar is quite shallow relative to its length with a small bar on one side and a videoke machine on the other. Immediately, I have a cold San Miguel in hand, a sweet beautiful girl in my lap wiping the perspiration from my brow, and my mood is quickly improving. Soon DZG is joining us and the party gets going. We have a little thing going where I say “open sesame” and then Lyka unbuttons and unzips her jeans, pulls each flap aside exposing her little cotton undies, and repeats “open sesame’ in an angelic little voice.

Next I ask if she wants sing some songs for us. I learned quickly that is the question every filippina wants to hear. Soon we are pumping fifty peso coin after fifty peso coin into the videoke machine. Lyka loves to sing and I enjoy having her serenade me with love song after love song. The Santos street version of the good humor guy comes by and I spend a buck buying ice cream for all takers. If you ever wanted to live the life of a whale but only have a tourist class budget get ye to olde Angeles quickly my friend. OK soon the girl wants me to sing a song so I break out Steve Miller’s “Abracadabra” to keep with the magic party theme. Hey I got all gals up and dancing and singing – I ‘m having a blast. My adoring public – Lyka – wants another. That’s when I pick the song that becomes the theme song for our Santos Street Love Story: Dust in the Wind. Yeah yeah I know you were spitting milk through your nose hearing that one. She doesn’t know the song but Lyka goes all goo goo eyes on me and I will end up singing that song many times.

We all know where this is going – or do we. DZG suggests that we take Lyka for a little short time action back at his room in the Orchid with some picture taking. I really like this one but I have not nearly had the necessary recharge time from my previous trip to Heaven. So we agree to take her back and just do a photo shoot. The three of us go back to DZG’s room and we get her naked and he starts snapping. Damm she got a great little body, especially the ass. I start fondling her all over, sucking her tits and posing her pussy. Soon she and I are making out. I think DZG now has the goods on me and I will never get to fullfil my dream to be president. Anyway he excuses us as he leaves and requests that we put a towel on top of the covers first. So I strip down and Lyka and I are exploring each other. DZG returns to the room while I am straddling her face and doing the reach around masturbation on her. DZG quickly retreats to his bathroom. I start to get my freak on, but I think I here the sounds of somebody baking brownies and have a suspicion (later confirmed) that peering eyes were watching through the ventilation slots on the bathroom door. This coupled with lack of recharge time lead to a –uh uhm – diminishing performance. In response, I lay on my back and Lyka crawls between my legs to show me how a real BJ specialist does it. DZG emerges and takes some photos of the activities from the sofa at the foot of the bed. Unfortunately, after about ten minutes it was pretty clear the “magic” wasn’t going to happen. Anyways Lyka was a total sweety. We tipped her 200 or 300 pesos on top of the barfine. I vowed to return tomorrow in more virile state.