An Early Chastity Story

by Chastityman2

         

I wanted to tell you all about a woman I met in San Francisco in the late 70s.

She was a cute hippie girl mid 20s, about 5'6", dirty blond hair, and a little full around her middle, She wore a floor length Indian dress with sandals. I always like the earth mother type, natural, and no deodorants, a little hairy under the arms; a cute little Goddess to me. We met near the union hall on Drum ST., and I felt an instant attraction, however I was due to ship out in a few days, so I was a little apprehensive about getting something started, but I wanted to see where it would go. We went for a drink and conversation.

She was very up front about herself, controlling, and self assured. Although I wasn't thinking in dom/sub terms, I sensed a feeling of submission stirring in my inner being. This feeling frightened me, because I was afraid I'd loose myself to her.

She told me she was different than most women, she liked sex with men, but didn't like intercourse, and she was self-seeking about her roll in the lovemaking act. She wanted to be pleasured sexually, but orally only. She was upset because so few men she met were interested in pleasuring a woman that way only. When she told me this I felt a rush, a high that one gets usually with taking drugs, for it was an instant feeling of falling off a mountain into a open abyss. Fear, and excitement were ripping my inner self in conflict and desire.

After a few glasses of wine, we arrived are her place to sip more wine, and smoke some home grown weed she had from the back yard. (Remember this in the late 70s). After smoking a joint we started to cuddle and kiss. I remember her wanted to take charge, take the lead, and told me to relax. She touched me in ways I'd never be touched before. She took my testes in her hand, squeezed and used her long nails to let me know in some secret message that she could be aggressive if she so desired.

She sucked my penis and my testes a little, but then she did more squeezing and some biting of my penis and balls. She continued to bite mostly letting me know in a subtle message, or maybe I imagined it, I was becoming lost in her. I surrendered to her, like an alcoholic surrendering to god. She became my Goddess, and I loved/lusted her.

"Now its my turn, and I think you know what I want" she said. She lie back on the couch and spread her legs, and pulling up her long dress to reveal she had no underwear on. And her scent was strong, so strong I doubt she bathed that day. However like a kitten to catnip, I was on my knees in an instant spreading her thick thighs further apart.

The combination of wine and weed, and my own craving was also driving me to her center, and I buried my face into her hairy pussy. I can only say a man who really likes pussy has never live until he buries his face in a hairy pussy. Her pussy aroma was heady, but not offending, more like a flower giving off its scent, but a strong aroma, I loved the smell. She had what some would say; a body odor, but to me it was a beautiful obsessive and addicted scent.

I delved my tongue between her hairy pussy lips lapping and slurping at her secretions, she sopping wet. I could taste her velvety and exhilarating juices, her tangy cum as I sucked it into my mouth. I was lost in ecstasy, and then without touching myself, or even thinking, I came and came my jeans became soaked with my cum. I didn't care how wet I was, for all I wanted to do was eat her out and drink her dry like a vampire sucking blood.

I continued eat her with all my lust. I felt her hands on my head pressing my face deeper into her inner womanhood, the center of her being. She started to explode into an orgasm, and her cum just flowed out of her, and I drank it all not wanting to waste a drop. Her invigorating cum just gushed out of her vagina, and coated my face and the hair on her pussy. I kept lapping away until she started to build again to another female orgasm. I kept this up for well over 2 hours, and she must have cum about 4-5 times. And me I came twice more, once more without touching my self, and the 3rd time by wanking myself.

Later after we slept, I woke up, and started to push my hard penis into her soppy pussy, but she woke and stopped me, tell me "NO, I told you NO fucking", if you don't stop I'll cut your balls off. I asked her would she feel the same if we were married? She said if I was foolish enough to get serious about her, then she'd want to make sure I would never ever be able to have sexual intercourse with her.

However she said not to worry, because she had a quick solution if I was serious about us going together for a while. She would want me to wear a small jock strap cup whenever I was to make love to her orally, with a tight knee-long panty girdle over the cup, demonstrating that I wouldn't be able to get an erection with the cup firmly over my penis and testes. She laughed a little, and then she told me to eat her again, and jerk off in a pair of her panties that she took from the side of the bed, and I did.

That day I went out and bought a medium jock strap, and a panty girdle, and that night I made love to her orally only, and for the next month.

That was the extent of our lovemaking, although sometimes she masturbated me into a pair of her cotton panties. Our relationship only lasted a little over a month, because I had to catch a ship for the Far East, I was gone over 3 months, and I missed her a lot. When I returned, she had moved away from the city, and I grieved not becoming seriously involved with her. I was pussy whipped, and I loved it.

  

  

  

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