Virgins For Life

by Michael Peters

 

I was fresh out of the Marines in the middle 60s, and was having a great time making up for lost time by sexing lots and lots women. I was having a great time with women, since the free love movement was in full swing. It was a great time to be a single guy.
I met this very sexy full figured Italian girl, Ann, with a body Ruben would have died for. She was about 21, and yes she was a Catholic, sex was a no-no. I didn’t mind to much, because at first I was also playing with other women. Ann and I dated for a while, I wanted her so badly, I was willing to do anything to get into her full ripe virgin body. She had the most awesome black hair I’ve ever seen on a woman. She had large breasts with an ass to die for.

When we went out on the weekend, she wore 40s/50s nylons, garter belt, and girdle which all enhanced her already sexy body. They must have been handed down from her Mother or Grand Mother. I was bewitched, in lust, I masturbated all the time just thinking about her, and I even stopped dating other women. I was hopelessly in love/lust.
Being a virgin she didn’t want intercourse, or offer to give me a B.J. She seldom wanted to touch my cock, because she said the male penis was nasty and made ghastly sticky messes.

Ann did, however, like me to touch and diddle her hairy pussy, so much so that it was all she’d let me do for the first month or so. After we dated for over a month, we talked about lovemaking, and what would be acceptable to her. Ann said she was willing to allow me to play with her virginal pussy, and was very interested when I mentioned my desire to go down on her, however only if I didn’t expect anything in return. I was so sexually frustrated that I agreed.
I never forget the first time I got down on my knees, and gently, slowly spread her wonderful thighs after having struggled to remove her knee length panty girdle, and bloomer panties.

As agreed earlier, and at Ann persistence, she feared becoming pregnant: I wore her panty girdle over a pair of silk panties she provided. I had tucked my thingy down between my legs before I put the underwear on, she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t try to have intercourse with her. I also couldn’t get a full erection under the tight panty girdle. We’d usually spend a little while kissing and hugging, with me touching her full body all over. I was doing all the action while she lay there still dressed in her long sleeved white silk blouse, and ankle length brown skirt. I was very excited as I slid to my knees by the side of the bed slowly kissing her clothed covered body, and when I reached the floor kneeling, I removed her shoes, and lifted and parted her skirt, because it was the holy covering of this Goddess’ vortex, center. And all the time feeling my heart racing, and wonder if I was going to have a heart attack. I kissed her sock covered feet, and methodically kissed my way upward all the time praying she’ll not change her mind.
I could now smell her odor coming from between her upper thighs, and I felt intoxicatingly drunk with her smell. In the deem candlelight, I finally saw what I was seeking all these weeks her full, black hairy bush. I kissed my way closer to my desire, and I knew I’d never feel this way ever again.

I quietly sniffed her pussy odor, and stuck my tongue between the folds of her pussy lips, and tasted for the first time ambrosia. I had orally loved many women’s pussies before, but none has ever tasted quite like hers. I licked, sucked, and lapped my way to heaven. I could feel her quiver and shake softly, and knew I was pleasing and giving her pleasure.

I felt Ann’s hands on my head, gently pressing my face firmly, and then one hand holding my head; she soothed my hair softly with the other, further inspiring my oral performance. I felt her pussy open itself under my tongue’s fondling, oh how wet it became. I felt and tasted her flowing cream. I lap away like a boy tasting ice cream for the first time. I swallowed every drop of the womanly release she gave me. I kept my pussy licking up for almost half an hour before she finally pushed my face from her wet center telling me she couldn’t take any more. And without touching myself, without an erection, I spontaneously felt my penis leaking its substance between my legs; it was a long continuous stream, a huge load of gooey liquid. Never had I had such a weird feeling before, it was unlike any normal male cum, just my discharge flowing slowly.

I was hooked, addicted to orally sucking Ann’s pussy, her pussy cum, and her pussy juices

After that night, we had set the mold of my being on my knees, never having the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock, and never feeling so much as her fingers rubbing my dick, and never ever having a B/J. Yet I was willing to do without as long as I felt my tongue, mouth, and lips on her pussy, and tasting her cum. I was literally pussy whipped, and I love every second.

I always wore silk panties over my tucked penis under her tight panty girdle, this had two folds; I couldn’t get a complete erection, and would submissively focus on her pleasure only. After Ann had her orgasm, she’d allow me to wank off into her used panties. This happened every time I went down on her. She liked knowing she had this kind of power over me.

Ann also told me she never wanted to ever have intercourse, and she wanted to remain a virgin her whole life. And if we were to get married, would I be satisfied with just going down on her pussy as a steady diet of lovemaking? I was so pussy whipped that I seriously wanted to marry her fully knowing I’d never have intercourse again, let alone ever having a B/J again. However, the Threads Of Life would take us in different directions.

Now that I look back on that part of my life, I think now I’d wish Ann could have dominated me into a Female Subjugated Lifestyle, making me her girlfriend, dressing me in woman’s clothes, shaving my penis all the time, and keep it in a stainless steel permanent chastity tube forever.

Forty years later and I am still looking for my mistress.

  

  

  

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