Joyful

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Angeles City, December 1996

Joy Flores had been thinking about boys. Handsome, unattainable ones to have a little girl crush on, like Nick Carter and JC Chasez from the American boy bands that were taking over the world far away. The teenage girl knew she was supposed to be enraptured by bad boy Robin Padilla or the heartthrob Piolo Pascual, but even they were shallow, Filipino simulacrums of the American stars. She'd hoarded Teen Beat magazine, devouring them and daydreaming on the lonely bed of her girls' boarding house in St. Gabriel's Academy.

The school, while Catholic in name, was really just an inner city co-educational breeding ground for sin. Joy often witnessed boys and girls hooking up in the run-down hallways or hidden corners. Shabu had infiltrated the student body, leading to a subculture of sunken-eyed addiction and rampant delinquency. The stark contrast of St. Gabriel's religious facade and the reality of day-to-day life was an ironic, hopeless situation for Joy.

She'd been sent here on the back of her older sister's huge sacrifice in the hopes of a better life, but had only traded one desolate shithole for another, even if it was the big city. The teen's faith, already a fragile, questioned thing in Mindanao, had swiftly evaporated into silent, jaded atheism. Almost everyone around her smoked the crushed, gritty white shabu crystals from long, thin, tinfoil pipes, the saccharine smoke curled up into their lungs through plastic Jolibee straws. If they didn't have money for drugs, they huffed glue or paint from the storeroom.

How could you believe in God if you watched these city kids throw their lives away under the roof of a school devoted to His name?

Like stray dogs sniffing around a prized female, the boys in her class had tried to make Joy into one of their bitches like Carmie or Josie, but they all failed. She was disgusted with them, such pale and pathetic excuses for males, manipulative or weak-minded, singular in their goal of humping their little hairy pricks inside as many girls as they could. The girls, even more shallow and empty-headed than the boys, would talk incessantly about who they were going to fuck or how they hated the taste of their boyfriend's cum.

Joy was probably one of the only virgins in St. Gabriel's. If it wasn't for Maria telling her about her own limited experience in Angeles City when she was younger, about sex and males and how a woman takes care of herself and finds her own pleasure, Joy might have just been another hollowed-out whore at seventeen or eighteen like those other girls. Instead, she knew better. She fantasized about real men. Tall, strong, white Americans; beautiful men like in her magazines. A dominant man who she could be proud of, a man who would treat her like a queen and be worthy of her maidenhead.

So of course Joy felt a ripple of jealousy when Maria called her one evening to tell her she'd found one for herself.

Joy was alone in the cramped room that she shared with bunkmates Angela and Elena, both out partying with their boyfriends. It was a prison she hated, a dorm that smelled eternally of beauty products, soiled tampons, and female armpits. The lithe little Pinay sat on her bottom bunk bed cross-legged, cradling the receiver between her pierced ear and shoulder, dyed hair swept back. Joy's young body, covered in a white tank top and baby-blue panties, had developed faster than those of the girls around her, with nubile curves on her slinky, athletic frame – toned from school basketball and soccer. It wasn't hard to outpace a group of anemic, druggy bitches with lousy hygiene and low self-esteem; the teen's breasts, high, pert B cups, jutted out proudly as she listened to Maria and attempted to finish painting her toes at the same time.

"He's an Amerikano, sister," Maria's voice said over the receiver in their native Tagalog.

Joy tensed in disbelief.

"A real one?" Joy asked dubiously, voice almost cracking in her astonishment. "How?"

She heard Maria's quiet laughter over the phone. "Yes, real. And handsome. He's...young though, just a little older than you."

"Ah? What's his name?" Joy demanded, blowing on her newly purple toes impatiently, feeling her heart skip a beat.

"Carl," her sister replied, a hint of love and longing in her voice.

"How do you know him? Why is he there?" Joy's voice was growing excited with each question, as if it were contagious, her voice straining, full of yearning as her sibling lived out her own fantasy.

Maria paused for a long while, long enough to make the younger girl wonder if they'd been disconnected. "...he's the son of the family I work for." The way her sister said those words was so shameful, but so exciting too. "His parents don't know."

"Ohhh Maria..." Joy murmured in concern, hardly able to picture her big sister carrying on such a scandalous secret affair, let alone with a boy almost her age.

"He loves me," Maria whispered into the phone, so Joy almost missed it. "And I love him."

"Are you sure?" Joy asked quietly, almond-shaped eyes wide, forgetting about her pedicure altogether, suddenly serious. She'd seen how the old white puti tourist motherfuckers looked at Filipinas in Angeles City – hungry and impotent, ready to ensnare them with promises of wealth and a life in America or Europe.

Maria took another heavy pause to compose herself.

"Yes, more than anything." It was such a solemn vow that Joy felt her body shiver all over. Some suspicion remained, but more of her was in awe. "He's so good to me, Joy," So, so goood..." she continued with a lusty croon.

At her older sister's soulful admission, Joy felt an aching heat begin to bloom from between her legs, creeping all the way up to her teenage womb.

"God, how much sex did you have with him??" Joy whispered salaciously, almost cattily as the phone pressed against her lips, her body squirming to make her small chest wobble. Her puffy, pinkish-brown nipples budded into hard points under her tank, crying out to be touched. Joy bit her lip as she listened, feeling that strange heat radiate even further.

Her sister's laugh was low and almost naughty.

"Almost every night for weeks...sometimes all day if his parents are gone," she said with a sultry tone. "He's amazing, sister, a tiger."

Joy rubbed her thighs together, feeling herself getting wet imagining how good sex would feel if she had a man like this Carl, who seemed like he'd stepped out of her magazines. Joy knew all the bits and pieces of it, but it sounded...painful. But maybe she was just imagining in her naiveté.

"And I don't even mind the size of him," Maria added. Joy felt her face flush deep and hot at the mention. She'd only heard stories about how white guys had giant dicks. She could almost see Maria's face on the phone, smiling like an idiot.

"Mmmf...how big is he?" Joy tried to suppress a groan as the heat became unbearable and one hand went to her covered breast, the other sliding down the svelte curve of her hip, the flat, brown plane of her Filipina stomach, and then into her wet panties. She reclined back to rest against the headboard, spreading her legs to give herself better access. Oh fuck, why was she feeling this way?

"Do you remember Bundok, the stallion, at Uncle Alab's farm, when we were children?" Maria asked quietly.

Joy was shocked, the image of the monstrous cock of Bundok coming into her mind unbidden. "Oh my god, that big?!" Joy said, incredulously.

"It's hard to say, but he is sooooo biiiig, sister..." Maria whispered demurely, almost sensuously. "It feels amazing though...oh...when he puts it inside me...I didn't think it would ever fit at first..." Joy bit back another moan to a whimper as she heard her sister talk, one slender finger moving in and out of the wetness of her downy adolescent sex, trying not to make the cheap mattress squeak.

"How did it even fit in you, Maria??" Joy hissed urgently, her little hand working in and out of her little Asian pussy under her panties, strumming her throbbing, swollen clit.

Maria sighed, and Joy could feel her sister smile in dreamy contentment through the line.

"Mm...it took some effort, sister, but we did it. And it's so wonderful...he takes me whenever he wants me, and my body...I have a fire inside now that only he can quench, and only by doing what nature intends us for. And we do it in so many ways. He is such a beast! I never want to stop..."

The thought of the act, of her big sister actually having sex with this huge American white boy, filled Joy with a confusing mix of arousal, envy, and shame. She fingerfucked herself furiously now, opening her lips with another digit to stretch herself, like Maria's body had been with that massive white American cock, to experience vicariously what Maria had, even if it was the palest shadow.

"Fuckkk, Maria! Did you...did you ever get it in your ass??" she whispered breathlessly.

Maria giggled. "Mm...we tried. But it was too big, of course. He wanted to get it inside me there, like a frantic, humping stallion, covering my body with his big muscles."

Joy moaned out loud and then slapped her mouth shut. She breathed hard into the receiver, grunting quietly as she pushed a third finger inside herself, crushing her breast so deliciously.

"What if you get pregnant? What would Mama and Papa think?!" Joy chastised her sister between quiet little grunts of pleasure as she writhed and weakly bucked her hips upwards for the imagined American cock that had been savaging her older sister.

"Oh sister..." Maria whispered in a lusty purr. "I'm already pregnant."

Joy felt herself tumble over the edge at her sister's shocking, sinful words. Her body stiffened and spasmed, guilty pleasure wracking outward from her core. The girl bit down on her fingers as she came hard, whimpering softly as she pumped herself through it, trying to keep as silent as possible.

Maria sighed wistfully on the phone.

"And I love him, I love him..." she repeated in a little sigh as Joy's adolescent body relaxed into a happy heap of warmth, feeling her sister's contentment. "We'll get married before the babies come. I know it's a lot to take right now, but please don't tell Mama or Papa, okay?"

"I won't, but b-babies?" Joy whispered, voice thick and sweet. She was feeling the drowsy afterglow now, a happy haze of sex and comfort. Her small breasts heaved with each breath, and her digits, slick and glossy, were coated with her teenage cunt. Maria had been through so much in their lives already. She didn't deserve more burden or drama; she was always a good girl. But this sounded more like a blessing than anything.

"Twins!" Maria whispered happily into the phone.

Joy smiled weakly in post-coital exhaustion, her young pussy tingling pleasantly, listening to Maria talk about the future with this white boy she loved. About how good it felt to be so pregnant by him. It all sounded magical. Joy listened to the gentle tone of Maria's voice as her sister told her how they would marry in Alon.

"What does it feel like to be pregnant, sister?" Joy asked, caressing the flatness of her toned stomach. She heard Maria giggle happily again.

"Heaven..."

Joy was surprised at her answer. It wasn't what she expected. She thought it would at least be uncomfortable.

"Eun?" she asked curiously. "But doesn't it hurt, when...his big thing is inside you, you know...?" Joy asked, face flushed under her errant bangs. "With your babies?"

She heard her sister giggle again.

"Hummm maybe a tiny bit at the start. Not anymore. After the babies started growing in me, I didn't want to stop fucking...he's made me like an animal, sister, his mare, you know?"

"Wow," Joy whispered, rubbing herself again, feeling another inevitable fire build inside her as her sister continued in her sensuous whisper.

"His big white dick felt even more amazing once he put them in me. And he just got bigger afterward, if you can believe it!"

Joy turned her cheek away from the receiver and moaned again softly, as Maria went on and on, jilling herself to renewed wetness with her slim digits. She was amazed her sister hadn't torn herself in two with all the fucking she was doing with this boy, this huge American monster that had claimed her. But it sounded like Maria's sex drive was that of a breeding animal now too.

Joy began to picture her older sister on all fours, naked in the dirt and grass of a Mindanao stable's paddock, covered in an animalistic rut by the big white stud that mounted her and fucked her into an insatiable whore, her belly bulging outwards as he made her with child. She imagined Maria, fully pregnant, a fertile, unbridled creature for this Carl to breed over and over.

It was such a forbidden desire, such a disgusting taboo...but so, so tempting. To surrender as Maria had to such raw pleasure, the hedonistic sin that teacher-nuns at St. Gabriel's would scorn as blasphemous. But she didn't believe in Hell, not anymore, and it sounded like Maria was in a Paradise of her own making.

"Maria...you've...mmh...really changed since you found him..." Joy whispered, breathless and feeling a new orgasm welling up inside her. "Are you sure you want to m-marry him, with Mama and Papa in Alon?"

Maria paused for a moment, and Joy could hear her deep sigh through the line, but when she spoke, she was firm and determined, in the way Joy had seldom heard her older sister sound before.

"Yes, I do, sister. He and our babies are my whole world. You'll come to the wedding, won't you? Maybe right before the monsoon season starts."

Joy didn't respond for a moment as she felt herself begin to come, her back arching and hips trembling. A trickle of sweat rolled down the length of her delicate neck. Her soft, girlish voice, barely above a whisper, crackled through the receiver. "Of...course...oh...fuck..." she whimpered and let out a tiny little feminine grunt into the phone. She hoped her sister didn't hear.

"Oo, what was that Joy?" Maria asked in confusion. "You okay?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Joy murmured, face blushing in shame and lust as the warm feeling spread over her entire body and she panted hard. "I just...dropped my books."

"Ok," Maria said, laughing a little. "Anyway, Merry Christmas, my dearest little Masaya. I miss you. And stop thinking about boys! Study! Love you."

"Love you too, sister."

Joy slid down to lie flat on the bottom bunk, still catching her breath as they said their goodbyes, a little smile on her lips as she thought about what her sister had told her. The forbidden images in her head as she fucked herself...they'd made her orgasm like never before.

She bit her lip and withdrew her love-slickened fingers from her sex, staring at the gleaming strands between them. As soon as she found one of her own, she was going to lose her virginity to a white man.