Full Strong Man's Use of my Mouth for Pleasures
 

My first posting of my own thread! This is by the urging of others in private messages and in the responses to a man's "fucked a virgin twice" story that I made. Many asked me to tell of using my mouth to pleasure men while I was a virgin. I may have to be taking this in pieces due to difficulty in obtaining the uninterrupted indulgance at the home computer for such forbidden activities.

It starts with the part time drifter, part time American soldier of fortune my parents hired one summer to manage the staff and do labouring work on the family's living compound. He was probably 35 to 40. He was very muscular, a former Seal of the US Navy he said, with the hard and handsome weatherbeaten features, tattoos and unexplained scaring on the body as the proof. He lived in one of the adjacent apartments to the storage barn. He would watch me often as I walked about during visits home from school in the US. This was the time where I would fight my mother on wearing a skirt or shorts instead of a sari, or adjust the sari to be lowest of the low on the hip and highest of high under the breast area. This would allow much exposing of the middle section of my body. His looks made me uncomfortable at first, but I would grow in confidence and the boldness before him (and all men) in almost direct correlation to the amount of the fighting with my mother over over the subject of dressing.

I do not believe anyone in my family knew, as I was the one that would walk about and linger in the air of many tropical nights, that he was putting the fuck to at least two of the women that lived and worked there. One about his age and one about my age. Both Indian as I. The elder was of hard muscular build as a woman of a manual labour life or like an olympic sprinting runner. The other was of the natural beauty of a budding teen from back at the age where we women can have the unflawed body without working at the exercises. She likewise had the tone of a manual labourer. I would hear almost every night if I drew near to his quarters, the sounds of the pleasured moans of the elder and the almost painful sounding muffled screams of the younger. Perhaps it was like the Rolling Stone "lady of the house wonder when it's gonna stop" line, as the elder held a supervisory and mentor-type role over the younger. I could see the results of the younger's encounters through her slow walking and tender seating and squatting the next day. Or as a virgin, who heard my American girlfriends joke of soreness in the legs and groin after receiving hard and long penetrations, I may have imagined her stiffness and filled the blanks in imagination. Regardless, I would return to the edge of the corrugated tin wall of his dwelling to listen with fascination when I could, not knowing of the concept that when the dwelling was dark or dimly lit, and the outside compound was lit, my listening vantage point cast a shadow of visibleness into an area that he (and his lovers) could see from the inside. This he demonstrated for me one night after my cat was released out of the bag.

More soon, I am promising. I am attaching some photos of the lips and mouth that were soon to be made to tremble and go numb by this man taking his liberties with them. Caio for now please.

A promising beginning, I can't wait to hear more, I love your lips.

Thanks Icey One - more soon
 

Thanks Ice. More soon. Had several new paragraphs written this morning in quiet moment over tea but had to close out of the site in haste for fear of being detected. If you like the lips and mouth photos, here is another to be "whetting the whistle" as it is said. I hope to add more in a couple hours of time.

Serial continues
 

Clint's detection of my presence was made known to me by him. As a couple weeks of our acquaintance continued, and as we got more acquainted through his escorts of me and others for shopping trips and the like, he would converse with me about the girls dorm in which I lived, and American girls with whom I studied. ONe evening he asked "do you listen in them when they are having sex too?" "Too?" I replied. "As in, as you have done with me over the last two weeks." Sensing I could not be hiding it any longer, he rattled off all the ways that he knew. As a combat veteran and member of the Seal forces his observational powers were astounding. I have learned that men of that experience have a way of sensing things as if to be having the eyes toward the back of their head. I was busted and flush red with embarrassment. I had done some kissing and petting and hand and mouth play with boys, but never spoke of things sexual with any man. May seem strange to readers here, but it is sometimes harder to speak the words of doing sex out loud than it is to just do it sometimes. Perhaps it is a cultural thing, but my heart was racing and in my throat and my mouth went dry. That was the only dry part of me otherwise. I perspired and, for the first time in my life was likewise flush with anticipatory wetness down there that I could feel. He convinced me to go to his small yard area for a drink. Everyone else was asleep so I agreed.

Upon sitting I crossed the legs and squirmed ever so slightly to give relief or adjustment to my uncomfortable panties. His questions over our rum drink continued on the sexual, and he again made me confess to listening. I added that I watched the younger girl for signs (that I had heard of) of post-sex soreness in the thigh and groin area and believed myself to have seen them in her. He spoke of his dominance over her and his transformation of her from shy virgin to near sex slave. At this point, though squirming wet of panty for half an hour prior, I had my first visions of being with him sexually. These are very forbidden visions - the have your older brothers drown you in the bathtub type of forbidden (not literally, like some middle eastern girls endure, but close).

After the relaxation that had once started to set in, the tension and high heard rate returned in me. The tension rose further when he asked what my mother would think if she knew that I knew that he was giving love to two of the staff and failed to report it. "I . . . I. . . I don't know" I reply. "What would she think if she found out you were listening to me many times." "I. . . I . . . Umm. . . I . . . I think she would have you fired" I shot back. "I have been fired before. What would happen to you?" "I . . . I . . . life would be over. School in the U.S. would be out. She would try to marry me off or just cut me off from the family." He stood over me, extended a hand, into which I instinctively put my trembling hand, pulled me up into his strong arms, and half joking (but also half coldly serious) said "then you better keep your fucking mouth shut about this." My entire body trembled such that he could feel it. He wound his strong hand through the back of my jet black hair to steady my shaking head, gently fought through my last second urge to turn my face away, and pulled me into his passionate kiss. At that point I was the puddy in the hands of the artist, and I hungrily slurped at him. I felt his biceps, his back, ran the fingers through his hair, and felt his full body against mine. His next statement, which I recall so clearly was "don't worry Soni, I know you are a virgin. No matter how much you beg, I am not going to fuck you." And it continued from there.

Caio for now,

Soni.

p.s. more lips soon.

Loving it so far, can't wait to hear more. ;)

Enjoying Myself
 

Glad to be back and working back into the memory of that moment. as the first writing of such a story for me I did not know that it would take so long or be so enjoyable. The husband is outside shoveling snow and I am enjoying hot beverage, and during pauses, touching myself. This is something I almost never do.

There's nothing like a woman being for first time in the arms of and under the control of a strong and confident loverman. The graduation from little teen boys, who I had fondled and taken in my mouth, to a manstallion in his prime of his powers, is likely something that every woman remenbers in her life. As he drew my body tight I could feel his powerful buldge against my now-exposed tummy. I had not felt anything like it before or since. I had never gone so far or so fast with a boy. I was excited to see it, touch it, smell it and rub it against my then flawless young body (not here to do the bragging of my self but at this age my skin was perfectly tight to my body, my curves had developed, and my perkey B-cup breasts practically jumped off my chest). As he ground his hard buldge into my pubic bone and hairy bush, and manhandled and spread the cheeks of my ass, he said "you are going to suck my cock and you are going to love it."

better post this before I have to delete out of the site and lose it. Thanks for your interest. xxx ooo Soni

Full Strong Mans Use of my Mouth for Pleasures
 

Since we have some new folks, thought Id bump this one up a bit.

Also, curious if you use your computers internet to help you get places. Internet sites like Mapquest, Google Earth, etc: do they help you?

WTF?
 

Thanks for the bump I guess. But like my husband, I didn't really feel anything. But WTF on the poll question in my first story? I no get it.

Continuing on
 

By this time my shirt was unbuttoned to completeness and my tiny but wonderfully erect nipples were grazing against his chest. Due to my small breasts and the hot weather I almost never wear a bra. Clint still controlled me through the hand to the back of the hair areas and another all the way up my long skirt to my pantied hip. My full thigh on one leg was exposed to all the air along with the full front of my upper body. We were about nose to nose when he told me that I was going to suck his cock. "I . . . I . . . I don't kn. .. " was all that came out of me due to feigned modesty and sudden fear of the growing penis at my tummy area and the anxiety of being unable to please with success a full and strong man of this sort. Before I could be finishing the word from out of my mouth he gave a sudden and momentarily frightening twist of the hairs and my neck with his vice of a grip such that I was looking up at him at anangle. He extended that arm to pull my head backwards from him, and in that same instant released the grip of my hip and grabbed very firmly my pubic bone and entire vagina area in the other hand. I don't think he would have picked me off the ground, but that action was so affitmative and swift, and as his hand so firmly covered and stimulated my little ginney, it felt like I was suspended by neck and ginney. I am swearing that he at least pulled me up to the tip of the toes which were all that contacted me with the ground. The combination of hotness and helplessness almost made me be fainting. I could again feel the heart race and could hear it in my own ears. Over the sound of that heartbeat he said "men have used your mouth for pleasure before" and physically nodded my own head for me, and he reminded that I "have tasted the droplets that dribbled out" of my last boyfriend (my words being stated back to me), and again nodded my head for me with his controling hand. "Then you know what to do" he said as he lowered me back to the ground, loostened his grip, and took the hand from my ginney and ever so tenderness brought it to my face and chin, and gently opened my mouth. he stuck out his tongue to its maximim amount and drew me to his face. I do not know how but instinctively put my mouth to his tongue so as to demoustrate my techniques, and he would pull me away and bring me back to it. It was so intimate. I have had tongues in my mouth and penises in my mouth, but never acted on a tongue in the manner I would on penis, and never so with the boldness. In prior times with the penis in my mouth my face was far away from the face of my boyfriends, it felt in a way like I was out there alone with some cold yet comfortable isolation down there. Here I was doing the sucking and was so connected to the event it again was one of the many startles for me and a part of it that leaves an impression to this day. From my growing eagerness and passion to suck his extended tongue he said "you want to suck my cock" and I nodded "yes" with his tongue in my mouth and no prompting from his. "Don't worry Soni, I will show you what to do." Then he guided my hand along his chest, across his six pack middel and under the waistband of his pant, where I touched a full man's cock for the very first time.

Caio for now!
xxx ooo
SoniPS Clint, if you are out there and ever see this the answer to your question is yes, a thousand times yes.

Soni,

This is very stimulating! Can't wait for the next chapter!

thanks...
 

thanks, that helped me a lot!
regards,
chantal

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I am not knowing of what you comments are regarding Zippie one. To rest of you, more soon. I also added my first album of the pictures from the reverse and the ass areas.

xx oo

thats 1 awsome looking ass girl, lucky man who can fall "asleep"behind that every night ;)
wish it was me :D

thanks
 

Thank you so much for the flattering. For husband's "shortcomings" so to speak I cannot ever fault him for failure to appreciate my body.

Also, have been only able to do short times at computer for quick repies in past few days and am looking forward to quiet time to indulge in the writing of the rest of my report about my mouth being so used. Thanks to all who check in.

xx oo
Soni

it was like arm
 

I remember thinking that it was like a third arm down there as I touched. The thickness was more than that of my own wrist. opps

Still more
 

The "oops" was closing out to avoid discovery. As time doesn't afford indulgance with detail, I will make a long hard story short. I recall mostly the strength and thickness of Clint's penis. I could not close my hand around it entirely. As it throbbed to my touch - a sensation I was not entirely new to - it jerked like an arm. Like a monster with its own agenda. It was only seven of the inches in length or so (the biggest for me though, then or now), or maybe a little longer, it was wide, it quickly took the hardness of full steel, with a thin spongey layer over the head for comfort. It was so thick and strong that I am swearing to you that it had its own gravitational pulling.

"Open wide" he said guiding me on trembling legs to my knees. "It's pink" I recall exclaiming as he dropped his trousers and briefs in the same motion. I had never seen a white man's penis and was not expecting redness, or per my recalling, pinkness and blue veins. He lovingly showed me how to lick up the shaft and he gently rubbed it all over my face and neck as I marveled at him. He guided my hand to his swinging hanging testes, and my mouth to that area, where I inhaled the leathery musky essence of them. I had never seen testes hang in that manner, and later learned that they draw tight to the body before the sperming, and every prior penis (of which there were 2) was ready to ejaculate by the time I ever got that close to it. I opened my widest, then wider, and he stuffed himself in. I am not petite at all and have a big mouth, and the head alone needed to wedge its self in. He coaxed relaxation into me and further opening. He was very patient and gentle at first and I so wanted to please him. At same time I could sense he could hurt me with rough use of this third flexing arm. He showed how a woman puts her hands in front of her lips and makes the entire length and her hands wet so as to make it feel to the man like the throat is deeper. Something I needed to do as I could get at most three of his inches into my mouth at this first experience. Once I established a rhythm with the hand and mouth, he instructed on fondeling the testes and touching gently at the base of them and around hisanus for the extra stimulation for a man. These things I had not known.

He came to the ground with me bent over him and touched my body and rubbed the clittorus firmly and gently at times. He dug into me as if to scoop out a handful of my ample juices, licked me off his hand, and pulled me to him and kissed me deeply with his mouth having my juices. My heart still raced and my eyes watered and my jaw and lips were numbing as his hand brought me to my first orgasm - by total surprise. He pulled me close and held me tight as I quivered and moaned. He could sense it coming in my body. After more deep kisses I was in practical love with this rugged man. We kissed and he ground into me and I could feel his strength down there. I would have let him insert if he tried. I can still imagine and recall the feeling of his strong third arm throbbing at my wetted panties while he held my head by the back of its neck and kissed both deep and strong, and slow and gentle. I would have lacked the powers and will to stop him had he slipped the panties aside, or plowed right through them and deep into young Soni.

We ended up on our sides, with me at his penis and my head using the taught inner thigh as if a pillow. He closed the other leg down upon me so he was holding my head between his powerful thighs. He put hands to back of Soni's head, intertwined them with the black hair, surrounding me on four sides. He then began to more firmly, then violently, impale my mouth upon him. I tried resisting, but my entire facial features were numb and I couldn't even close my mouth. I was being face fucked as I have later seen in the "fuck my face" videos. I believed myself to be on the verge of blackout when he got harder and longer and the testes drew tight up to the base of his shaft, and he pumped his sperms into my mouth, squirt after squirt after squirt- probably six or seven streaming loads, half of which I gagged and swallowed and the other hald of which squirted back out of my mouth through the narrowest of remaining spaces. He held me so hard to his throbbing penis that it scared me frm resisting, so I relaxed and accepted the softer supurts and dribbles into me, and as he instructed, licked him and coaxed the last out for what seemed like a couple of the minutes. My mouth was sore and my vagina was sore and my thighs were sore and my knees were sc****d up and my abdominals were sore from the strong orgasmis contractions and a cocksucking sl*t was born.

Ant that's all she wrote!

Caoi.

Soni

It's ciao, but that's not important. Nice story but doesn't it belong in fiction???;)

? ?
 

Why do you ask? This was a very new thing for me to be sharing myself in this way. And with the pictures for fun too. Many have had nice comments for me. I no think a misspell here and there counts for untrue.

"and my vagina was sore and my thighs were sore and my knees were sc****d up and my abdominals were sore from the strong orgasmis contractions"

Okay. I guess I was mistaken. :rolleyes:

Your first orgasm of the pussy
 

So when you gave your first blowjob and was forced in your mouth your jaw did not hurt the next days? With your first vaginal orgasm waiting
Many years and after being rubbed raw it wasn't sore for days after? You are much better woman than I !

Don't let it bother you Soni
 

The only difference in Chris's first time is that her prostate was also sore. Some people can be so catty! I've really enjoyed what you've shared here. It's raw and it's hot!

Dude, if you don't like it then don't read it. You are being very rude.

There are always critics, don't worry about them, I thought your story was great, and I hope to hear more.

Heavens no!!!
'Just never had this reaction when giving a bj...
"my vagina was sore and my thighs were sore and my knees were sc****d up and my abdominals were sore from the strong orgasmis contractions"

You didn't read what she wrote.
 

Read it again, or read it for the first time. All the way through. Consider how other details may have influenced the effect she described on her body. Stop slagging her until you've read it.

must have leather vagina
 

OK, I suppose the abdominals could have been sore the next days from being on my knees, and bent over him as he lays to the back, pumping him up and down ih my mouth as fast as I can for many minutes. It was like p 90 x tv ads. You either never been with a man that demands so much of your whole body, or you have abs and jaw of steel. My impression and memory attributes that abdominal day after soreness to my first orgasm in the story, and I suppose if you are a doctor, you might attribute it to the overall body workout. You muat have experienced the sore jaw from the blow jobs though, no?

Oi vay...you're all so serious about this crap...:D:D:D
Suggestion....try gettin' some...;):)

Don't get it
 

I no get it Chrissy. I look at your other posts and you never have anything good to say. Again, have you not suffered soreness of body parts after long period of having man use them? Further, have you not the concept that people are doing such online adventures because we are go getting it at home? You not as smart as you act here.

I meant not getting it at home, before Chrissy make fun of the typo.

You're absolutely correct. You've caused me to rethink my presence here (enterained by this stuff) and I realise now that I should not comment on peoples posts. :(
You've made it quite clear that I am not smart unough to know that I should not have the freedom to share my thoughts (heaven forbid we are opposed) as those here do have the freedom to bare themselves completely (in more ways than one...) :confused:
So as not to ruffle any more feathers, I shan't make any more comments, I'll just chuckle to myself. ;)
Carry on with you're nifty tale, I've been, nonetheless, enjoying it.:)

Too late, to edit, and changes not my decision, but for your edification, the Ignore List option works...;)

It ok
 

I am fine with the banter. I did not mean it if I was wrong on your gender. I first thought you were coming from woman's perspective. I am having fun with this.

Thanks
 

I enjoyed your story and the way it was written. I hope you will tell another one soon!

Was fun to write but. . .
 

Story was fun to write, but other than more times with the man in this story and a few other boys or men in my mouth I no have much to write. Are there people that would have the interests in premature ejac stories or of wedding night?

Please and thank you
 

I think it is safe to say that anything you write will be of great interest to the folks here. ;)

this story remembers me of a relationship where i (unintentionaly) became a dominant partner over a woman that had no intentions at al in becoming my sexslave

thnx for sharing

I think the story was great and appreciate you sharing it with us. Not everyone understands the culture and background from which you come and I appreciate what you have shared with us. My own experiences have proven reality to be as strange or stranger than fiction. Also, a good wordsmith can take an average experience and turn it into very erotic fare in the way they tell the story. I think you do a great job of conveying your feelings and experiences up to that point. Thanks very much again for sharing with us!

Sex slave ... Mmmmmmm
 

Thank you for the comment of me. I am likeing the sound of being at times the sex slave. You should start a thread about being the sex master. Your body is looking as of it could be powerful to a woman if that is you in avitar.

Lifetime ago
 

thank you so. At the time I wrote this I was new to site and new to expressing myself as sexual outlet on internet. I had only been with the husband as far as the sexual Intercourse had been and had only taken some men in my mouth and we enjoyed each other. So much has happened with me personally since I wrote that this is almost like an historical era. A longing to receive thorouh fulfillment through intercourse, or in terms men (including now the husband) may he liking more, to get the shit fucked out of me by big hard cocks, permiates. I am a different woman now with the introduction of lovers into my life and evolutiom or introduction in to the swing or the cuckold lifestyle. I am so flattered, however, that you enjoy so this story.

yes it is me in my avatar :) i am not a sex master although i tend to take controle, the relationship i'm reffering to was with an older (i was 30, she was 48) very attractive woman who was used to being admired and wanted. At the time i had just started a relationship with a gorgeous 19y old girl so i wasn't really interested and turned down her advances wich ironicly made her want me more xD. One day when she was really trowing herself to me and told me "there are many things a woman like me could teach a guy like you" got me hard, and without tinking about it i said "if you really want me that much tomorrow your gonna wear a skirt without panties and show ur pussy to me in public" (we worked at the same place, she was kinda my boss). the next day she wore a skirt and reluctantly and shyly opened her legs during lunch. later that day i went to her office and stood in front of her looking into her eyes, she was breading heavy, without looking away i put my hand under her skirt and took grab of her pussy (wich was soaking wet), i then placed the same hand over her mouth and said,"this is what you smell like when your horny".
then i walked away xDDD

oh and son, glad you made progress in your wishes, hope you share the story some day. i would also love to see more pictures of you. If you liked what i wrote tell me and maybe i could tell the rest of the story :)
greetings milo