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R entered me really slowly. Basang-basa na ako but I felt his burat stretching me wide open, inch by merciless inch. Napunit ako. That was the perfect way to describe it. My pussy walls were being forced apart. Every ridge of him dragged against me, stretching me to the absolute limit. Pain and pleasure collided in the most confusing way possible. It hurt so good I wanted to cry.
I squeezed his shoulders, tapped his arm frantically like I was tapping out of a wrestling match, and choked out a low cry, “Ang sakit. Hindi ko kaya.” He didn’t stop. Just kept that slow, deliberate rhythm, eyes locked on mine like he could see straight through the panic. He leaned down and whispered, hot against my ear, “Relax ka lang. Sinisikipan mo pa kasi lalo.”
Relax?! My pelvic floor was one wrong thrust away from full collapse. Every time he pushed deeper I clenched harder out of instinct, which only made the stretch more intense, the burn sharper, the pleasure dirtier. I was basically torturing myself while he just… kept going. Steady. Confident.
Then, right when I thought I might actually black out, he rewarded me. Not with another sloppy laplap session like earlier. That time it was a real, passionate kiss. Slow. Deep. Tongue sliding against mine in this claiming way. Completely different from the hungry, animal mouth-fucking he’d given me before. This one felt almost… tender? Possessive? Like he was saying, “Yeah, I’m wrecking you, and you’re mine while I do it.”
This guy knew exactly what he was doing.
And the worst part? My traitorous body was already starting to melt into it. The pain was still there, sharp and real, but the pleasure was winning. I hated how much I loved it.
Kinantot niya ako for like 10 minutes. Who knows. My amats had completely evaporated by then. The beer buzz was long gone, replaced by this raw, electric loop of pain and pleasure that hijacked every nerve in my body.
He was heavy on top of me. Every thrust drove the air out of my lungs. I was basically breathing in short, desperate sips while he buried me deeper into the floor with his sheer weight. If he kept that up any longer, I swear he could’ve pressed me straight through the floor and into the neighbor’s ceiling downstairs.
Then it hit us both at the same damn time.
I came so hard my whole body turned to jelly. He groaned low in his throat and then he exploded inside me. He couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. My pussy had him locked in, greedy and unforgiving, like it was saying “You started this, now finish it properly.”
We stayed like that for a few ragged, desperate breaths… him collapsed heavy on top of me, me pinned flat and trembling underneath, both of us slick with sweat and cum.
Then, he rolled off and just… lied down beside me. No soft kisses, no “okay ka lang?” murmur. Nothing. He straight-up passed out after taking me and devouring me like I was the last piece of meat, leaving the scraps for the scavengers. Aftercare? Ano ‘yun?
There I was, sprawled on that sad, thin mattress pad, officially declared a crime scene. I was glistening. His laway smeared across my neck, our combined sweat turned everything sticky, my own cum and his tamod still oozing out of my pussy like the slowest, most shameful lava flow ever. Romantic, di ba?
If this ever made it to Bulgar, the giant red headline would scream:
“DISE NUWEBE ANYOS NA NURSE, BINAYO AT PINUTUKAN!”
Any Manang reading the headline would say, “Hay naku, mga kabataan talaga ngayon…” and every Manong reading the paper at breakfast would choke on his pandesal. Classic.
The whole room smelled of sex and bad decisions. Perfect Sunday early morning evidence. Case closed, your honor.
A few minutes after he passed out, I peeled myself off that cursed mattress pad. Legs wobbly, thighs sticky, everything aching in places I didn’t know could ache. I stood up, slowly, carefully and fumbled for my shirt, bra and panty. No pants. No dignity.
Straight to the bathroom. I peed, which stung like hell, thanks to R. I wanted a full shower, but of course there was no bath towel in sight. Not a single one. I stood there staring at the empty rack. Should I wake Ate up? Yeah, right. “Ate, pwede po bang pahiram ng towel? Kailangan ko lang po maglinis ng laway, dugo, at tamod.”
So I just splashed water everywhere I could reach, and pat dry with half a roll of toilet paper. I felt like a human crime scene cleanup crew working solo.
Out of the bathroom, I yanked on my jeans and grabbed my bag. I slipped out the door into the Sunday madaling araw air. No goodbye. No note. Just… gone. The street was still alive. Others were just starting their pababa ng tama, swaying like zombies on the sidewalk.
I dragged myself toward Quezon Ave, every step a reminder that my pussy had been through a war and lost. Walking felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. I was so spent, so wrecked, that if some random guy had decided to drag me into a side street right then, I’m not sure I’d have had the strength to fight back.
Thank God a kind manong taxi driver finally stopped. He asked where my destination was. He didn’t ask any other questions, just glanced at my disheveled state in the rearview and drove in silence. I slumped in the backseat, staring out the window at the blurry streetlights, feeling the slow leak of everything still inside me.
Just 24 hours earlier, I’d been this insufferably mayabang girl, strutting through the family group chat like I owned the place, posting “Nurse na officially!
RN loading… 
. Full of joy. Full of ambition. Full of “watch me change the world one IV drip at a time.”
My mind was blank the whole ride home. Completely empty. I was just… hollowed out. A walking “what the fuck did I just do” in skinny jeans.
My Nokia buzzed at like 10 a.m. Ate’s text popped up, “B, anong oras ka umuwi? Pag gising namin wala ka na.” I stared at the screen of my phone like it personally offended me. Ate… if you and Kuya were really passed out drunk after all that Red Horse and Fundador, how the hell was I supposed to reply honestly?
“Uy Ate, good morning! Umuwi na po ako after ako kantutin ni R sa sahig niyo, salamat sa hospitality ha.
”
And don’t even get me started on that tragic, thin mattress pad we defiled. That thing drank my cum, R’s sweat, his tamod, probably some of my dignity too. It was basically a crime scene sponge. I was praying, praying, R had the decency to yeet it into the garbage before Ate clean her home. Imagine Ate suddenly finds an abstract masterpiece made of sweat, saliva, blood, and mysterious white fluid on that mattress and like, “Anong nangyai dito?” Girl, you don’t wanna know.
I took a deep breath, typed the safest, most boring lie I could muster, “Ate hind po kasi ako makatulog kaya umuwi nalang ako. Sorry hind ko na kayo ginising.” Sent. I threw my phone face-down on the bed like it was radioactive.
Please Lord, let her buy it. Please let R have burned that mattress. And let’s pray for that poor mattress.
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R entered me really slowly. Basang-basa na ako but I felt his burat stretching me wide open, inch by merciless inch. Napunit ako. That was the perfect way to describe it. My pussy walls were being forced apart. Every ridge of him dragged against me, stretching me to the absolute limit. Pain and pleasure collided in the most confusing way possible. It hurt so good I wanted to cry.
I squeezed his shoulders, tapped his arm frantically like I was tapping out of a wrestling match, and choked out a low cry, “Ang sakit. Hindi ko kaya.” He didn’t stop. Just kept that slow, deliberate rhythm, eyes locked on mine like he could see straight through the panic. He leaned down and whispered, hot against my ear, “Relax ka lang. Sinisikipan mo pa kasi lalo.”
Relax?! My pelvic floor was one wrong thrust away from full collapse. Every time he pushed deeper I clenched harder out of instinct, which only made the stretch more intense, the burn sharper, the pleasure dirtier. I was basically torturing myself while he just… kept going. Steady. Confident.
Then, right when I thought I might actually black out, he rewarded me. Not with another sloppy laplap session like earlier. That time it was a real, passionate kiss. Slow. Deep. Tongue sliding against mine in this claiming way. Completely different from the hungry, animal mouth-fucking he’d given me before. This one felt almost… tender? Possessive? Like he was saying, “Yeah, I’m wrecking you, and you’re mine while I do it.”
This guy knew exactly what he was doing.
And the worst part? My traitorous body was already starting to melt into it. The pain was still there, sharp and real, but the pleasure was winning. I hated how much I loved it.
Kinantot niya ako for like 10 minutes. Who knows. My amats had completely evaporated by then. The beer buzz was long gone, replaced by this raw, electric loop of pain and pleasure that hijacked every nerve in my body.
He was heavy on top of me. Every thrust drove the air out of my lungs. I was basically breathing in short, desperate sips while he buried me deeper into the floor with his sheer weight. If he kept that up any longer, I swear he could’ve pressed me straight through the floor and into the neighbor’s ceiling downstairs.
Then it hit us both at the same damn time.
I came so hard my whole body turned to jelly. He groaned low in his throat and then he exploded inside me. He couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. My pussy had him locked in, greedy and unforgiving, like it was saying “You started this, now finish it properly.”
We stayed like that for a few ragged, desperate breaths… him collapsed heavy on top of me, me pinned flat and trembling underneath, both of us slick with sweat and cum.
Then, he rolled off and just… lied down beside me. No soft kisses, no “okay ka lang?” murmur. Nothing. He straight-up passed out after taking me and devouring me like I was the last piece of meat, leaving the scraps for the scavengers. Aftercare? Ano ‘yun?
There I was, sprawled on that sad, thin mattress pad, officially declared a crime scene. I was glistening. His laway smeared across my neck, our combined sweat turned everything sticky, my own cum and his tamod still oozing out of my pussy like the slowest, most shameful lava flow ever. Romantic, di ba?
If this ever made it to Bulgar, the giant red headline would scream:
“DISE NUWEBE ANYOS NA NURSE, BINAYO AT PINUTUKAN!”
Any Manang reading the headline would say, “Hay naku, mga kabataan talaga ngayon…” and every Manong reading the paper at breakfast would choke on his pandesal. Classic.
The whole room smelled of sex and bad decisions. Perfect Sunday early morning evidence. Case closed, your honor.
A few minutes after he passed out, I peeled myself off that cursed mattress pad. Legs wobbly, thighs sticky, everything aching in places I didn’t know could ache. I stood up, slowly, carefully and fumbled for my shirt, bra and panty. No pants. No dignity.
Straight to the bathroom. I peed, which stung like hell, thanks to R. I wanted a full shower, but of course there was no bath towel in sight. Not a single one. I stood there staring at the empty rack. Should I wake Ate up? Yeah, right. “Ate, pwede po bang pahiram ng towel? Kailangan ko lang po maglinis ng laway, dugo, at tamod.”
So I just splashed water everywhere I could reach, and pat dry with half a roll of toilet paper. I felt like a human crime scene cleanup crew working solo.
Out of the bathroom, I yanked on my jeans and grabbed my bag. I slipped out the door into the Sunday madaling araw air. No goodbye. No note. Just… gone. The street was still alive. Others were just starting their pababa ng tama, swaying like zombies on the sidewalk.
I dragged myself toward Quezon Ave, every step a reminder that my pussy had been through a war and lost. Walking felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. I was so spent, so wrecked, that if some random guy had decided to drag me into a side street right then, I’m not sure I’d have had the strength to fight back.
Thank God a kind manong taxi driver finally stopped. He asked where my destination was. He didn’t ask any other questions, just glanced at my disheveled state in the rearview and drove in silence. I slumped in the backseat, staring out the window at the blurry streetlights, feeling the slow leak of everything still inside me.
Just 24 hours earlier, I’d been this insufferably mayabang girl, strutting through the family group chat like I owned the place, posting “Nurse na officially!
RN loading… . Full of joy. Full of ambition. Full of “watch me change the world one IV drip at a time.”My mind was blank the whole ride home. Completely empty. I was just… hollowed out. A walking “what the fuck did I just do” in skinny jeans.
My Nokia buzzed at like 10 a.m. Ate’s text popped up, “B, anong oras ka umuwi? Pag gising namin wala ka na.” I stared at the screen of my phone like it personally offended me. Ate… if you and Kuya were really passed out drunk after all that Red Horse and Fundador, how the hell was I supposed to reply honestly?
“Uy Ate, good morning! Umuwi na po ako after ako kantutin ni R sa sahig niyo, salamat sa hospitality ha.
”And don’t even get me started on that tragic, thin mattress pad we defiled. That thing drank my cum, R’s sweat, his tamod, probably some of my dignity too. It was basically a crime scene sponge. I was praying, praying, R had the decency to yeet it into the garbage before Ate clean her home. Imagine Ate suddenly finds an abstract masterpiece made of sweat, saliva, blood, and mysterious white fluid on that mattress and like, “Anong nangyai dito?” Girl, you don’t wanna know.
I took a deep breath, typed the safest, most boring lie I could muster, “Ate hind po kasi ako makatulog kaya umuwi nalang ako. Sorry hind ko na kayo ginising.” Sent. I threw my phone face-down on the bed like it was radioactive.
Please Lord, let her buy it. Please let R have burned that mattress. And let’s pray for that poor mattress.