Boygirl Mouths of Auvee Island - Sex Stories

Boygirl Mouths of Auvee Island

... throatpussy. I seem to be in need of men fucking me in the mouth more than most Mahu and I wonder if perhaps my mother, who was screwed more than 100 times and many of those in her mouth, passed her cock-craving genes on to me. I have also lain with European and American sea traders whose ships have been anchoring here for centuries. They bring bountiful commodities and our people think their white skin makes them god-like. Those are two reasons why our elders want to make the sea traders happy. Many of the ships anchor here because their men crave the pleasures of our Mahu mouths and our elders are very eager to offer them our mouths to enjoy as freely as they want. Since the visitors bring nice things, I am also eager to lay with them. They are such big men, so much bigger than us—like an average of eight inches taller. The first time one of them exposed his penis to me, I was in awe. It was god-like because it was white but also because it was so big. It was like no human I could ever imagine, yet all of them have cocks much bigger than our men. My first such man was English. He wasn't the ship's captain, but he was very near to a captain's importance. Our elders wanted to make sure he was pleased and they brought me to him. My guardian mother was thrilled I had been chosen and she was with me. I knelt before the man while he was seated and he exposed himself to me and I didn't think a man that big could breed in my mouth, not to mention my throat. It seemed to me like it ...

... would be almost the same as having a horse try to breed my throat. But, everyone wanted me to do it and make it good and I not only sucked until he came in my mouth, but I spent the night on my back and he fit himself inside of me many times and he screwed me repeatedly until I was dizzy. There is an American who comes here often. His name is Art. He is not a sea trader but rather a man with many corporations. When he lands, I am waiting for him and my guardian mother assures that I am dressed especially effeminate and with proper jewelry and some makeup on my face and rose powder coloring my lips. He is greatly aroused by especially effeminate boys. While others tote his bags, elders lead us to a thatched hut near the beach and immediately upon entering, I kneel before Art and he presses his erect penis to my lips and his fingers tangle in my hair and he pushes his hardness into the softness of my mouth. I perform fellatio while others watch, including my guardian mother. When Art is ready, I lay on a wide bed and he lays on top of me and he enters me and I receive him into me and I embrace his slow-moving body and his pace increases and we breed for quite some time before his sweating and panting body thrusts into me fully and he empties his pent up sperm deep in my throat. Then, we lay together in the spent aftermath of our lovemaking, which some outsiders call queer and peculiar but our elders and my guardian mother call wonderful. Art stays for many days and he has sex ...