By Pesteng Ahem
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Thank you to @Jerry_Dela_Torre for the idea and help with the character.
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These are stories about life during the extended community quarantine. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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My name is Tiana Tiomico. I am a 19-year-old student in the AB Film Production program at the University of Santo Tomas. This is the story of my experience during the ECQ.
I’m a typical creative type — moody one day and manic the next but always fabulous, Dahhhling! I am very supportive of LGBTQ+ rights, identify as bisexual and prefer to be addressed as she/her.
I joined the **** Sorority to further my interest in LGBTQ+ issues. During Orientation Week, they organised a rally in Plaza Mayor next to the Benavides Statue. It was loud and energetic and mesmerising. Something inside me clicked. You see, I come from a small town in Tarlac with an even smaller way of thinking. I knew that I was attracted to both sexes, but could not express myself. When I was in junior high school, I had to hide my feelings. In senior high school, I had to sneak away to meet my girlfriends on secret trysts. When I saw the **** Sorority rally, I realised that I finally found people who would accept me for who I was. I could finally drop this mask I was wearing for so long.
It also didn’t hurt that all the sorority sisters were all babes. The senior sisters were successful students. Two were members of the UST Central Student Council, there were several who were members of the UST varsity teams the Golden Tigresses (volleyball), Lady Booters (football) and Yellow Jackets (pep squad). I wanted to join them so very much.
During my period of initiation, I grew close to Pot de Guzman, a fellow pledge who was pursuing a degree in English. We clicked right away. She was originally from Siquijor, so her father, who was worked as a bosun on a cruise ship, rented her an apartment a few streets away from campus. I was crashing at her place after a long day doing the bidding of the senior initiators. It was there that I first came out of the closet. Pot was very supportive. She had come out as a lesbian to her family a few years ago and they showered her with love and support. That night, Pot showed me the same love and support. I was so relieved that Pot was so accepting of my nature. I cried so very hard that night. In the morning, Pot and I made love for the first time. I was sitting on Pot’s face and she had her tongue deep in my shaved pussy when I experienced my first real orgasm. I cried again, this time out of sheer happiness.
When we were accepted as full members by the sisterhood, Pot immediately dyed her hair pink. I got my tongue pierced. I intended to explore my newfound sexual freedom and the use of my new metal stud on several pussies and cocks. I was enjoying life! Then the ECQ hit and life changed.
Unlike Pot, who was stuck in her unit near campus, I managed to drive to my hometown before the travel restrictions were imposed. I invited her to join me, but she said that her father was going to be arriving from overseas and she wanted to be in Manila while he underwent quarantine.
I arrived home after five hours of driving. Several control points along the highway caused massive traffic jams. I thought that the government response was rational, but the implementation was being overseen by incompetent people. I parked outside the gate and shouted for my mum. My dad opened the gate gave me and a hug. He told me to head inside while he parked the car into our carport and transferred all my things from the car.
My mum and younger sister were in the sala. My mum was watching a Korean drama on TV. My sister was lying on her belly on the sofa watching TikTok videos on her mobile phone. “Hello, Yan. Nag tanghalian ka na ba? Katatapos lang namin kumain.”
“Hello, po.” I kissed my mum on the cheek before sitting on my sister’s butt. She squealed and pushed me away. “Grabe po ang traffic sa Balintawak tapos sa North Luzon Expressway. Panay mga checkpoints.”
“Balita ko nga. Tawagin mo lang si Yaya Yollie kung gusto mong kumain.”
“Opo. Maliligo muna ako. Malagkit ang katawan ko sa biyahe.”
“Ah, okay. Check mo muna kung tapos na ang Kuya Enzo mo.”
“Bakit, ma? Naandito ma si Kuya?”
“Oo. Dumating siya kagabi. Dito muna daw siya matutulog.” That was strange. Kuya Enzo is about six years older than me; he is 25. He married his college sweetheart, Colleen and they have a two-year-old daughter. He and his family lived in Cabanatuan City where he managed a small design firm. He keeps fit by cycling and running. He is also an avid photographer and was the reason I got interested in film production. I wonder why he was home.
I helped Dad and Yaya Yollie empty the car of my things. I grabbed a laundry basket stuffed with clothes, underwear, books and my laptop and carried it to my room. Once there, I emptied the lot on the floor and selected my after-shower attire. On my way to the bathroom, the door opened and Kuya Enzo emerged. He was drying his hair with a towel. Another was wrapped around his thin waist. I poked him in the ribs. “Bulaga!”
“Yan, dumating ka na pala.” He smiled and hugged me, causing me to squirm away as he rubbed his wet hair on my face. In the middle of his hug, he whispered in my ear. “Yan, maligo ka muna. Ang lakas kasi ng tokpu mo. Hahahahahaha!” He walked briskly to his room before I could attack him with my slippers. It was good to have him back.
Over the next few days, as it was clear that the ECQ would be lasting for quite some time, the entire family settled into a familiar rhythm. Dad and Mum did their own thing. I had to continue online lectures through Blackboard. I also managed to maintain contact with my friends via videochat. Kuya Enzo had brought along his MacBook and project files, so he continued to work on his clients’ projects. When he wanted a distraction, he and I would go around the neighbourhood shooting pictures with our cameras and improving the images post-production to hone our skills.
My younger sister, Ella, was obsessed with TikTok. She showed me her feed and asked me for pointers. I taught her some basic film-making techniques like camera angles, bridging shots, editing and transitions, and lighting. Her first few shots were amateurish. Her more recent clips incorporated what she learned and there was a clear improvement in composition and style. I mean, these were short clips of people dancing, so it wasn’t that hard. The important thing was that we were having fun. In the process of teaching her, I got hooked myself. I even created an account and released three clips. They were mainly me dancing around to music in a thin tank top and without a bra. My jiggling 36C tits managed to attract a few hundred horny followers. (Videos showing prominent nipples are quickly detected by the state-controlled AI in China and removed.)
After preparing and posting my most recent clip, an idea occurred to me. I wanted to see how far I could push the boundaries of the medium. Clips on TikTok can be as short as three seconds to as long as 15 seconds. A user may join four clips to make a video last up to 60 seconds. Most clips, however, are about 15 seconds in length. I wanted to see if pornographic content could be delivered effectively in this format. I couldn’t post pornographic material directly onto TikTok. It didn’t stop me from experimenting, though.
I knew that the clips couldn’t be just a single scene of hard fucking. These were rarely popular because the viewers needed context. I believed that the trick was to condense the story, characters, dialogue, foreplay, fucking and cumshots to no more than 60 seconds through careful composition, disciplined shots, creative transitions and precise editing. Every millisecond was important to drive the sequence forward; there was no room for wasted shots.
I talked it over with Pot one night after she and I brought each other to orgasms via videochat.
“Yan, ikaw ba ang Zuckerberg of porn?” Pot rose from her floor and wiped her pussy with a towel.
I paused while licking my dildo clean of my pussy juices after a satisfying cum. “Hoy! Hindi ako mukhang robot.” I liked the analogy, though. “Bigyan mo ako ng script, Babe. Kailangan isang scene lang at 30 seconds ang action. Magaling ka naman magsulat.”
“Okok. Magkano ang cut ko?” Pot got up and was using the bidet to wash her pussy.
“Test lang to, Babe. Susubukan ko lang kung magagawa natin to. Bigyan kita ng credit pag nagwork.”
“Ah, okay. Bilhan mo na lang ako ng bagong vibrator.”
“Deal, pero ako muna ang gagamit nun sa iyo.”
“Fuck. Katatapos lang natin, horny ka pa?”
“Ilang linggo na tayo hindi nakakakantot, Babe. Sobrang horny ko na.”
“Ako rin, Babe. Darating na nga si Papa bukas. Baka mahirapan tayo mag video.” Pot’s father was scheduled to be released from quarantine the next day and will be staying with Pot in her studio unit. We talked about that a bit and we bid each other a good night.
When I awoke the next day, I found that Pot had already sent me three great scripts via email. One was a girl-on-girl scene. I set that aside because shooting a girl’s orgasm was much harder than a boy’s. It had potential, though. The second involved a boy-girl blowjob with the boy cumming in the girl’s mouth. The third was a scene involving a boy cumming on a girl’s tits during a boobjob. These two had potential. I wrote back to Pot to ask if she could merge the two. The next version arrived within the hour. Pot also included a screenshot of the new vibrator she wanted. Crazy girl!
I spent the next two days storyboarding the shots I wanted to see. I was obsessed with this idea that I skipped meals and sleep to work on the project. I tested the shots and made sure that they would fit into the tight duration. I managed to get it down to 48 seconds. This left me 12 seconds of extra time. After further trimming and modification, I was pleased with the final plan. Now, all I needed was to shoot the actual footage. Hmmmm… Where could I find a male with a big cock?
This was a bit of a problem. If I was at university, I would have no shortage of people to cast in the male and female roles. However, given the travel restrictions and the strict stay-at-home rules, there was no way I could proceed to the next stage. It was so frustrating to have an idea but not be able to see it through! I spent the entire day finding a solution to no avail. Then, Pot came through again via a link she sent me to her Google Drive. In a secret folder, Pot kept video recordings of her sexual escapades. I clicked the link to her newest file.
The video clearly showed Pot’s room. It was quite dark, so I adjusted the brightness and contrast settings. This allowed me to make out Pot leaning over the sleeping figure of a male. Pot was starting at the camera and showing off the large cock in her hand. She compared it to the size of her forearm. Then, she winked at the camera and started to suck on the cock. She was putting on quite a show for the camera. The unknown male was obviously enjoying it because he was moaning incoherently. Then, Pot jammed the cock down her throat. I could see the male’s balls constrict, the cock shaft jerk and Pot’s mouth fill with all the sperm that was being ejected down her throat. Some cum escaped her lips and travelled down the shaft. Pot used her finger to scoop the cum and placed it on her tongue. After cleaning the cock, she placed a blanket over the…