[sonalsinghsl*t]

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.