Boygirl Mouths of Auvee Island - Sex Stories

Boygirl Mouths of Auvee Island

... (cocksucking) was our way of life. I was born as a sexual female and my mouth (throat) as my only sexual orifice and it seemed natural to be penetrated by men and to lay with them and have them inseminate me the same as they did their wives. That was our centuries-old custom so why didn't he like us? It is a custom so natural that I have eight strings on my bedroom wall, one for each completed year that I have been intimate with men. Those strings have all of the tokens that men have given me after having sexual relations with me and coming in me. The number of tokens on my first string is 1288. The tokens last year is 2153. The average is 1721 tokens per year which means that in eight years, I have perhaps been screwed over 13,000 times. That number makes me very proud and you can see why we say it is all very natural and a custom. I didn't tell Greg about those tokens but he asked me if I sucked cock because it was our Island custom or because I had been talked into it or if I did it because I liked it. I told him “yes”. I started sucking because I am a sexual female and because it is our custom and because the men talked a lot about doing it and also because, from the very earliest time that I heard about cocksucking and mouthfucking, I was excited and couldn't wait to do it. He asked how old I was when I first learned about those things and I told him and he seemed shocked and asked how old I was when I first did it and I told him that also and he seemed angry. He asked ...

... if I still do it for all of those reasons and I said “yes”. He asked what it was that I loved about it and I told him the feel of sucking on a hard cock excited me more than I could explain and I would suck and suck on a cock for hours if permitted. And, I loved getting mouthfucked and throatfucked even more and that is why I did it so much. “You actually like doing it?” I told him I didn't just like it but that I loved it and I didn't know why he said men shouldn't do it because that it is what my mouth is for and even after his group left, we would all still do it, no matter. He asked if I actually like “swallowing that … stuff” and I told him that was most important and what I loved most and that any sexual union with any man that didn't result in the man ejaculating in my mouth or throat would be completely disappointing, although I couldn't remember any. Two days later, our elder-leader brought me to a thatched hut near the beach. Greg was there. His sparse blond hair blew in the breeze as did his half-tucked white shirt. There was a bulge in his khaki pants and an odd look on his perspiring face. Our elder-leader said some words and in no more than two minutes, I was on my knees and sucking on Greg's penis while he groaned and caressed my head. He was the leader of the group that was against boys sucking on mens' cocks yet he was having me suck on his cock. It confused me, but I didn't think about it much. Our elder-leader encouraged him to hold my head and fuck me in ...