I’m not going to write about the reasons why an overpopulated and poverty-stricken populace should have easy access to sex education and birth control. I’m going to examine the tradition that prompts the Roman Catholic Church to maintain its stand against sexual liberty and the exercise of power over our own bodies.

The Old Testament details a widespread massacre of Sumerians, Babylonians, Canaanites, and all who chose to worship the goddess Ishtar/Astarte, a deity practicing sacred sexual customs in their temples. In the matriarchal culture of ancient Sumer, Babylon and Canaan, there was little to no concern over paternity. A child is his/her mother’s alone, and inherited property according to her will.

In order to establish a patrilineal culture in the land of milk and honey (a euphemism for overflowing breasts and sweet pussy, no?), the Hebrews forced each woman to submit to only one man. Absolute control of a woman’s sexuality was the only way a man can guarantee that only his rightful heirs receive their paternal inheritance. Pre-marital virginity and fidelity while married ensured that there weren’t any illegitimate children being born to a woman. What it boils down to is that controlling the distribution of property and land meant controlling women’s sexuality.

While a man could have as many wives as he could afford to have, an adulterous woman was stoned to death. A bride who arrived with a broken hymen was returned to her family a disgrace, incapable of marriage and therefore worthless. Illegitimate children were disenfranchised.

Over and over in history – the Spanish Inquisition, the witch burnings, the crusades – patriarchs used violence and force until they owned the land and the world conformed to the Judeo-Christian tradition of monogamy and sexual repression.

When the Spanish conquistadores first came to the lush islands now called Philippines, they found tattooed, pierced, barely clothed and sexually adventurous people. Pre-colonial sexual practices were made criminal so the Spanish government could seize land. Native women who bared their breasts in public were punished with 50 lashes across their backs. After 500 years of Spanish colonization, we evolved into blushing mestizos/mestizas, protectors of the patriarchal status quo and torchbearers of the Roman Catholic tradition of sexual guilt.

Now in 21st century Philippines, women can own property and land. We marry whom we choose, or choose not to marry. Extramarital relationships are common. It’s not the end of the world if a woman isn’t a virgin when she walks down the aisle at her wedding, or if she conceives a child out of wedlock.

The Roman Catholic Church states that promoting artificial birth control and sex education would lead to loose morals, a laughable sign they are out of touch with being human. It’s as if they are aliens from outer space.

Sex cannot be stopped. Poverty, war and disease have not stopped people from wanting to connect in that deepest of ways. If you had sex, you would understand why it is the true religion. If you had your own kids, you would understand what it’s like to be entrusted with the life-consuming task of parenthood. Bishops know nothing about either, and have no authority to speak on the subject.

As a mother who has a lot of varied experience having sex, I can say that having easy access to artificial birth control is not a panacea to poverty and overpopulation. Many children are conceived on the pill, and condoms do break. Furthermore, birth control pills have possible side-effects which include blood clots, stroke, heart attack and cancer. Latex condoms could trigger allergies and spermicidal condoms may cause a host of infections, including ironically, increased susceptibility to HIV. Honestly, I’m not keen on the medicalization of sex. I regard all products with suspicion and would sooner choose natural over artificial.

What I believe is most important about the Reproductive Health Bill is sex education. I am hoping when (not if, because I know this will be an eventuality sooner or later) this bill passes, that a balanced set of information is presented to the masses so that people can make informed decisions about their bodies and their families.

Until the Reproductive Health Bill passes, I think Filipinos should learn how to have sex without having intercourse. I would personally volunteer to create audio-visual materials toward this sort of education. I’m pretty sure the Roman Catholic Church is against it. It must be good! Oral and anal sex for the win!!!

I was torn. It had been a long week. Arrangements were made for a first date with another married couple on Friday. I didn’t want to overextend myself on Thursday night and then not have energy on Friday. But Josh… Josh is a guaranteed good time, whereas there was a danger the foursome date would be too polite to develop into a raunchy party. Decisions… decisions…

Jay said, “You want him tonight, don’t you? Admit it.”

“Ten pm,” I answered with a grin I could not wipe off my face for the rest of the night.

Josh arrived on time, clean and handsome. There was very little small talk. He’s there for one thing, and we all know it. His shirt came off. The muscles on his arms and chest tense and relax as he grabbed my flesh firmly squeezing.

Each man is so unique in taste, smell, feel, form… all beautiful and exciting in their own manner. How could I do without this one’s rough way, or another’s refined touch? One’s youthful brashness and another’s smooth kink? How lucky I am to get to experience them all.

Jay licked my pussy while I stretched my body to suck Josh’s cock. He was soft, a rare chance I get to fit all of him in my mouth. Men are so soft and vulnerable between their legs. Mmm…  I hummed as I rested his sweet cock in the entrance to my throat, vibrating him softly. I felt him slowly growing hard, filling my mouth, plugging my throat.

Once hard, Josh acted like a soldier. He put his condom on and got down to business. He went straight for my ass, fucking me on my hands and knees. Several times Josh pulled out, took a deep breath and said, ” I don’t want to cum yet. I almost did.”

One time he pushed his cock into my pussy and said, “I love fucking your ass.” And I laughed, “You’re fucking my pussy. Now you’ve made it all dirty.”

“I love dirty pussy!” Jay laughed and went down to lick my dirty cunt while Josh plowed my behind.

At some point, about the fourth or fifth time Josh stopped himself from cumming, he asked, “If I cum now, will you get me hard again?” Jay wanted me to tell them what I wanted that night. I went through the menu of options in my head, all delicious and naughty.

“I want you both to cum in my mouth,” I decided.

Josh asked Jay about the camera. We don’t always shoot video. Sometimes we want to just relax and not be fumbling for gadgets. But if asked, why not? We have cameras always within reach. We rolled it.

Right on cue, Josh pulled his condom off and shot his wad into my mouth and all over my face, neck and hair. I kept sucking at him, he was still engorged, the whole time still not swallowing the semen in my mouth. I turned to Jay and I kissed him, let him taste Josh’s cum on my tongue. Behind the camera he was smiling.

The boys went back to business, pumping their cocks into each end of me, sweat dripping as they drove hard into me until one after the other, they each made their offering into my mouth, two flavors of a creamy midnight snack.

And just like that, Josh got dressed. We hugged, thanked him for coming over, then he left. I showered, Jay uploaded the video into his Mac, we fucked some more and went to bed.

Friday night Jay and I fooled around on the couch while waiting for our dates. We talked about our expectations that night and the fantastic possibilities. We’ve been friends with the woman for about ten years. When we met she was with another guy. Ten years ago she celebrated her birthday with us, and after dinner I sucked her pussy and made her cum in my mouth. That was the first and only time I was with her. Things went sour between her and the guy she was with. Jay and I fantasized about saving her from the unhappy relationship she was in. They broke up, she remarried, we stayed friends through it all. Tonight I brought a candlelit cupcake out to her, while we all sang the birthday song.

“I want the same as what I had ten years ago,” she announced before she blew out her birthday candle.

She was dressed like she wanted it. The front of her blouse dipped low, and her pants hugged her hips tight. I had a short black dress on and was showing off my new stilettos. Her hand crept under my dress and found my smoothly shaved pussy. We giggled, and I spread my legs to show the rest of the party what they were missing.

“Come on downstairs,” I invited her. “Let’s play dress up.”

I had two identical vinyl nurse outfits picked out. We had been talking earlier about a massage parlor in San Francisco, where masseuses wore sexy nurse outfits and provided “happy endings” for their clients.

I watched her take her blouse off. I couldn’t help myself. I had to take a moment that was just between us girls. I kissed her nipples and gave her a hug. “I’m so happy you’re here,” I said. She told me that she and her husband have been swinging, that her husband was against it at first, that he was jealous of her past lovers, and that now she has changed him into the libertine playmate she wanted as her partner. I was happy for her.

When we got upstairs in our identical nurse uniforms, the guys laughed at the connection to the earlier massage parlor story. We were all a little bit shy. We’ve been friends with the woman for ten years, but we barely knew her husband. We weren’t really sure where the boundaries were, and we tested them cautiously, at first only making out with our own respective spouses. Then the woman bent over lewdly to give me and Jay a view while she sucked her husband’s cock. I pressed my lips against her labia and flicked my tongue around her clit. She moaned and gurgled appreciatively.

Jay was the last to undress. The woman undid his pants while I took her place bent over on the couch. I wanted Jay to have her tonight. He didn’t get to play with her that night ten years ago, and I know she had remained in the back of his mind since. I sucked the woman’s husband’s cock in front of me, taking him deep in my throat while I listened to the woman’s throaty noises while she sucked Jay’s cock behind me. When the man pulled out of my mouth, I turned around and saw the woman sitting on Jay’s face. The man took his place behind me and I guided his cock into my ass.

“Fuck my ass!!!” I cried, letting Jay know how far his slut wife was going with this guy. The man fucked me furiously, his excess flesh jiggling and sweating above me. He’s not as young and ripped as the guys I’m used to, but he reminded me of this chubby guy I hung out with on my senior year in college, who wound up being the one who broke my hymen.

Jay got up and took the woman into our bedroom. Her husband flinched, but I ordered him to focus on me. “Lick my ass,” I commanded. He pushed his tongue deep into my anus and shook his head swiftly. I found myself getting turned on, drunk on power.

When I’m with a hot young man, I instantly fall into the submissive role, a soft feminine wanting to be taken and ravished by a fine specimen of masculinity. With this man, I found the fledgling voice of a dominatrix inside me. I like this arrogant bitch, I thought. I should let her out more often.

The man got increasingly uncomfortable hearing the loud moans and slapping sounds coming from our bedroom. I tried to detain him longer, but eventually we joined his wife and my husband. Jay had been pumping his cock into her pussy while his thumb prodded her anus. He told me later how tight she was, and how her inexperienced sphincter squeezed his cock out whenever he tried to push his cock in. Her husband fed her his cock so she could have a cock in either end of her. I caressed her body. “Fuck her,” I whispered encouragingly to the guys. “She loves it.”

Jay pulled out of her pussy and let me have a taste of his pussy-dipped stick. She turned around and sat on her husband’s face, then set to work sucking his cock. Jay offered his cock to her, and she clutched at both cocks sucking them both between her lips at once, then taking turns from one to the other. I held her hair. “I love watching you suck two cocks,” I cackled. “Before the night is over I want to see you all covered in cum. That will be your birthday present.” She brightened up at the idea, sucking her two cocks with more frenzy until her man exploded like a fountain into her mouth. Before long, Jay also blasted his cum into her open mouth. She rubbed both men’s cum all over her face euphorically. “This must be the happy ending,” she laughed.

The ladies laid around naked in bed talking afterward, giggling over funny stories from our swinging adventures. Soon the couple got dressed, we hugged good night and they left.

Jay and I stayed awake till the wee hours of Saturday morning, talking and fucking and loving.

So that’s what I did on the first half of my weekend. The rest was spent doing wholesome family activities. What did you do this weekend?

Jay and I shot this video ten years ago when we first moved to California. It’s one of our earliest movies, and a goofy one at that. I spent the first few minutes giggling. I couldn’t help it! It was such a giddy feeling, making a naughty video in our new home.

Jay has mad skillz in cunnilingus. This is one of the few movies that shows him going down on me until I break out in a writhing earth-shaking orgasm. I usually don’t like to cum like this when I have the camera on me. I get too self-conscious, have a difficult time letting go. In the dark with my eyes closed while Jay pleasures me, I can let myself go. But this one… this video is rare indeed.

I love this video. It’s very special to me. I’m glad Jay got it out of storage, pulled it out of VHS and digitized it for MAYCAM. It’s kind of sweet looking at him and me ten years ago. Back then, we didn’t know much, but we knew enough to get ourselves in all sorts of mischief and have a blast.

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