Sinderella

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My story is probably quite a bit different than most of the other gals here. While I'm a 100% American citizen, I've spent most of my life overseas. My father is, well, let's just say that he's military and is involved in clandestine efforts overseas to promote democracy. Mom assists.

My sexuality began at a fairly young age, I won't say how low, but the gentleman who introduced me to sex was a close family friend that I stayed with for long periods of time when my parents were away for work. I was teased in school because I was different, different accent, wasn't pretty, etc., so I took refuge in the arms of that man. I learned early on the pleasures that a man can give a woman, and, the pleasures a woman could give a man.

I learned obedience and routine. Each morning I would go wake my caretaker with oral sex. I thought of it as a breakfast treat. :) Eventually I got very, very good at it. In fact, when I started having sexual fun with guys in high school, I would drain them in under two minutes. It became a source of pride to see how quickly I could make them orgasm in my mouth. You can't really laugh at them for cumming so quickly. I mean, by that time I had lost some weight, and looked decent, and, when I got to my knees in front of them and took their entire penis inside my mouth and throat right from the start, well, you get the idea.

I was taught how to enjoy cunnilingus too. My favorite position was when he would have me on my back and then lift my legs and butt up so that it was close to my face. His tongue was inside me, both front and back, and he would stare at me and literally eat me until I'd pass out. He was kind enough to ease off my clit in between orgasms, but then he'd be back at it, sometimes for an hour. I can't recall how many times I would cum, but I know that it was a great way for me to go to sleep at night.

My virginity? He took both, front and back, the same day. It was my birthday. Which one? Ha, nice try! We had been talking about it for perhaps six months, and when the day arrived I was both nervous and excited. I was naturally a bit concerned about how he was going to fit THAT inside of THIS, but he explained it all. We started with him going down on me, teasing, teasing, not letting me cum, but bringing me to the edge and then backing off, then to the edge again and again. After a half-hour of this I was begging him to fuck me. And he did. I'm so lucky that I didn't experience the pain that so many other girls feel. It was all pleasure, certainly a stuffed feeling, but a good feeling nonetheless.

The other opening? Yeah, well, that was somewhat more painful, ha ha. He did his best to loosen me up and lube me and him, but still, while he wasn't oversized, it was a very, very tight fit. By the time he got all of him inside of me, I was babbling and drooling a bit, grasping the carpet and feeling the rough fibers scraping my hard nipples. He then lifted me up as he stood and then spun me around so that I was facing him. Then he'd lift me up until just the head was inside my bottom, and then he'd let me slowly sink down on him until he was balls deep again, all the while looking into my eyes. Eventually he walked me over to a wall and then took me, properly.