Boygirl Mouths of Auvee Island

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Boygirl Mouths of Auvee IslandOn Auvee Island in French Polynesia, we are called Mahu while in other lands we might be termed “girly-boy”. We are born with some male anatomy but we are almost entirely female. For hundreds of years, we have lived as third-gender females with full acceptance and encouragement of our people. I am Brynn and I am Mahu.Since our mouths are our natural “receiving” orifices, we orally copulate males, not just because our elders have for centuries taught that such unions are appropriate for those of us born as third-genders, but also because we believe that swallowing semen and consuming estrogen-like food supplements are essential for attaining greater femininity.It is common for a girly-boy Mahu to receive many men in our mouths per day. That practice is accepted and expected and we have no inhibitions whatsoever about doing it, even in the open. It is that natural of a custom for us.As a whole, our people are rather small. Our men average five-foot-five and our females and Mahu five-foot-one.Some outsiders have called our Mahu custom abominable but I don’t understand why they say such odd things and why they pressure the elders to stop screwing our mouths. Anyway, we just keep doing it. One of those outsiders told me that the elders were just using Mahu but that is our way and I explained that I love doing it and I don’t ever want to stop.There are some things that set me apart from other Auvee Islanders and other Mahu.*** I am part American. My American mother came here with a church group when she was 19. She was seduced by Island sensuality, lost her virginity 100 times over, became pregnant, and didn’t return to America with her group. Instead, she stayed until she delivered me. She named me Brynn, arranged for a guardian mother, and flew home. It isn’t likely that anyone in her church group learned of her indiscretions nor that she left behind an effeminate bastard cocksucker.*** I am the only c***d born out of wedlock. Our culture is affixed to the notion of exclusive sex-in-marriage. Our males are possessive and controlling of wives and daughters and vengeful if other males offer sexual advances outside of marriage. My mother wasn’t Auveean so those standards didn’t apply to her and that is how I came to be the lone exception to wedlock c***dbirth.*** Because of mixed parenting, I look a little different than other Mahu. I have slightly lighter colored skin and slightly Caucasian features. Those features seem to attract men who I suppose think they are screwing “a white girl” or at least a white girl’s mouth and they also view white skin as some manner of deity. *** I began Mahu training younger than most. My guardian mother recognized my effeminate Mahu nature at the age of five and when the time was right I was given elementary Mahu teaching for a while and then introduced to teachings of “canaano’a vier” (or “cocksucking the elders” in your language). Elementary canaano’a vier classes teach of our sexual customs and history and the nature and role of girly-boy Mahu. When that is learned, practical application classes are added and those teach Mahu how to suck, how to be mouthfucked (face fucked), and for those Mahu that show such inclination, how to become “layers”–that is—to lay on our backs like girls, to be mounted like girls, to be penetrated like girls, to be fucked deep like girls, and to be inseminated like girls, except all in our throats. Deepthroating came quite easy for me so I learned laying early and became among the youngest of layers ever.Mahu dress like girls, hang out with girls (instead of the strong and aggressive boys), we are treated as girls, and we think like girls. We have long hair, girlish clothes, earrings, flowered bracelets, soft eyes, smooth skin, and effeminate faces. We are encouraged to be “ilacocia lan sume’” or “altogether girlish” as possible. Mahu do not do the strong work of males. Instead we work with females in household chores and crafts yet we understand that our mixed-gendering has made us predominantly sexual beings. We might sell crafts but for families who have a Mahu who is pretty and effeminate and favored by men, and especially those who lay as girls, there are more than enough provisions without selling crafts. Today has been much like a normal day. I began by helping my guardian mother. Then, I went to “the oval” where elder men gather to be fellated. There were many men and I knelt across from one that I am attracted to. His preference is for straight fellatio so I sucked on his erection until he ejaculated in my mouth. I swallowed and smiled and he handed me a coin-sized token he had carved which I put on my empty brown string necklace.His friend approached and I lovingly sucked on his hard member until he held my head and fucked my mouth and went deep into my throat and fucked until he came in my throat. I put his token on my string necklace and thanked him also.Then, I moved down the line further to find elders who were looking for layers. I stared at the penis of one man and he approached me and I held up five fingers and five more came with him. I sucked on each cock for a few minutes, then lay on my back on a blanket and stayed there until all six of the men had gotten on top of me, fucked me, and ejaculated inside of me. I added their six tokens to my necklace and felt very proud when other Islanders saw that I had done my Mahu duty eight times and they could know exactly who the eight men were who had screwed me.Most of the men are married and everyone knows they use Mahu mouths. Since it is shameful for Aveeans to have sex with anyone who is not a spouse, it is an acceptable and necessary outlet for men—married or not. After dark tonight, I will feel stirrings within me and and I will go near the beach where elder men often are and I will kneel and suck at least one of them to completion because I do love to suck and suck. Then, I will lay and several of them will fuck me and cum in my throatpussy.I seem to be in need of men fucking me in the mouth more than most Mahu and I wonder canlı bahis 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 in me many times each day. Since he travels great distances to visit me, I never deny him nor delay. He has great passion for my mouth and the hardness of his cock ignites every sexual nerve-ending in my throat. It is good for our people and it pleases our elders and he gives us gifts.The trade ships and men like Art have been coming here for centuries. Englishman Captain Bligh recorded his thoughts as early as 1759. While he didn’t engage in the offer of “those girls-who-are-boys”, he was intrigued by us. He didn’t limit his men from partaking in those “queer island passions” as much as they desired. He wrote:“I am for some reason captivated, both by the queerness of it and by how openly it is done. Without hesitation my men unite themselves easily and often with the Mahu. Under God’s own sunlight they merge together to transact the exchange for feminization. I am not a participant and not altogether approving, but with relief I can report that I have at least not seen a gnat’s-lash of evidence of the disgusting act of ‘buggery’.”It might be that those early Englishmen and their anti-buggery/anal sex notions had much to do with Auveean aversion to it as well. Our elders have always wanted to please the god-like white men and enjoy the benefits of their commodities, so it is possible that if Englishmen despised buggery, then so did we.Instead, our elders offered the Europeans, and later the Americans, limitless pleasures in the the mouths of Mahu and they encouraged the visitors to spend entire nights in blissful “canaia-ei li mavea” (“fucking their mouths excessively”). It didn’t take long for Bligh’s men to spread the word of the “soft and willing boy-girl mouths” of Auvee Island and for other European ships to stop here. “They are mouths like the feel of a woman with honey beyond than that of home and ready to please the most ribald of lust-filled loins”.Our elder-leader has a collection of logs and journals and writings that men have left behind. Anther Englishman wrote decades later: “”Pretty little cocksuckers. Mouths taught to please. That’s the Mahu of Auvee Island. Sweet and fresh-faced boy-girls with smooth brown skin and clear brown eyes and mouths that suck perfectly until a man is satisfied. Those queer little girls have ‘queerpussy’ written all over their cocksucking little mouths”. In a log from a French ship in the 1900’s is this entry about a Mahu: “She is frightfully young and with delicate jaw. She receives me into her each and every time that I bring my penis to her soft and succulent and moistened mouth. In the warm night, my hands caress her small head. They are a small people so her head is that of a c***d. In the dark stillness, she softly suckles my penis and we are locked in our silent bliss. She is Mahu, a boygirl, and only a fort-night past did I first experience her queer and foreign pleasures to euphoria like nothing other. Upon entering her, the strange and sensual world of her queer mouth became an aurora of odd and alien pleasures that transcend all heavens known with women. “Tonight, my fingers again fondle her soft hair and I bring bahis siteleri my member to her sex-lips. I feel the breath of her surrender as I begin to take her mouth. With my hands encompassing her c***dlike head, I enter her once again and I bury my stiff bone inside of her as I would between a woman’s thighs. In cadence with the midnight ocean, my loins push deep into her sweet-softness and then deeper still until the cravings of my loins are satisfied and I deposit the seeds of my lust into the very depths of her being. I shall make love to her until the light of dawn reveals truth of my utter exhaustion. “I shall return to Auvee again and the unnatural pleasures of her sweet boygirl mouth. I shall go into her and burrow deep to those perverse pleasures and I shall seed her many times and each time I shall look into her soft brown eyes while she is receiving semen from my lust-filled loins and I shall tremble the entire time that I am filling her. Then, I shall lay in the silent reverie of yet another conquest and another possession of a sweet young boygirl. Although I be spent and she swallows to the full, neither will be sated. By mid-morn, it will begin again.” An American sociologist once visited and said that our customs reminded him of Sambia tribes he had seen in New Guinea. The custom of those tribes was for older men to copulate in the mouths of boys for the sake of making those developing boys into strong warriors and hunters.He wrote: “It is the much the same on Auvee Island except that the stated cause is for Auveens males to further the effeminacy of Mahu boygirls which is a curious notion given that MotherNature has already birthed them completely effeminate—and I might add, quite nicely so. Well done Mother Nature!On behalf of men who ‘cum’ here, thank you!”While his writings might have been decent sociology, they caused problems for us because it wasn’t long after that different groups came here to convince our men that they should not screw girl-boy mouths and that we Mahu didn’t “have to let them”, to which we stated that we wanted them to fuck our mouths.My mother’s church group was one such group to come here for that purpose, but there have been others. Two years ago, a group visited and was disturbed by our unabashed and uninhibited mouth mating practices and they strenuously argued the need for us to cease those prolific and hedonistic sexual unions that elder males were having in our mouths. Their leader and spokesman was named Greg. He was blond, in his 40’s, wore glasses, had a bit of a belly, and while he wore decent clothing, he always seemed to have an untucked appearance. I was at the oval one morning and many elders united with me while Greg watched with a disapproving face. I left feeling confused. Why would something so natural be something he disapproved? I didn’t understand. We had been doing it for centuries so why did he think it should stop? It was custom and canaano’a (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 the mouth and after doing that for awhile, our leader told him to go deep and Greg buried his bone deep down inside of me. He seemed conflicted güvenilir bahis being in a girl-who-is-a-boy’s throat but to me, it seemed so perfectly natural.Our leader motioned for me to lay flat on my back. Greg crawled over me, facing my feet, like a 69 position; the most common form of laying. He went inside of me and he had sexual relations with me and he ejaculated inside of me while his body shuddered and then he just lay on top of me for nearly 10 minutes as if assessing what he had just done. He rose from me grabbed his clothes and left suddenly.In the six days that followed, he seemed very conflicted. He argued against our practices during the day, then had sex with me every night in dark and hidden places. If you have white skin and could explain to me why our mouthfucking customs are wrong and why it causes your men like Greg such conflict, then I would love to hear from you. brynnboi at juno There is one troublesome question that I have been having lately. Since my mother apparently had sex 100’s of times with many Island men and since there is no way for our culture to know who impregnated her, then how likely is it that I have had sex with my own father without even knowing it? How do I know if my own father is one of the men I lay with often? What if my own father has ejaculated inside of me dozens of times?Not that I would blame him because he would have no way of knowing that he is my father. To him, I am just an effeminate girly-boy Mahu who kneels before him and sucks on his cock before he gets on top of me and has sexual relations with me. How crazy would that be though? A father fucking his own k** in the mouth and the boy swallowing his father’s sperm—and neither of them knowing they are father and son! But, the weirdness doesn’t stop there. If my mother screwed guys who were about her age, then my father would now be in his 30’s or 40’s. If that is true, then HIS father would be in his 50’s or 60’s. See where this is going?Most of the men who get on top of me are 50-60 years old. In fact, I have had many, many, more elders on me than anything. So, doesn’t that mean that the odds are even greater that I am laying with my own grandfather? What if he is one of my regulars and I am sucking on my grandfather’s penis and he fucks his own grandson’s mouth and cums in his own grandson’s throat maybe every single day?I know those are strange thoughts, but I can’t escape them. And to make matters worse, those thoughts come to me lately when men are on top of me. Is this my father? Am I being screwed by my own grandfather? And on those days or nights, I wonder if the balls bouncing on my nose are my daddy’s balls or my grandfather’s balls and when they inseminate me as they did my mother, are they somehow “fathering” me all over again? There is one fact that they absolutely know but I don’t know. The scores of men who fucked my mother know very well that they are now fucking her son. They know that just as they once fucked the mother, they are now fucking her boy. I wonder if they like that or if they laugh and joke about it, like we are both whores. To conclude this piece, I considered reciting an erotic entry from one of our German sea traders journal. However, most Germans don’t bother to learn English. They seem to come here just to fuck our mouths, dirty-talk in German, and care little about relationship. My mouth is here for them as it is for others, but with them, it is very impersonal. So, I feel that the final journal entry should not come from someone who comes here only to fuck me without caring to know me. (In defense of German men, I must say that even though there is no relationship and getting fucked by them is aloof and I feel used like a common whore, their cocks are fabulous, they are super-horny to mouthfuck, and the older German males hump til I’m in a feverish froth.) I have chosen an American journal. The American’s name is Vincent and he is in his late 30’s, which is younger than most of my partners but he is a prolific mouth breeder and he comes here often. He writes in more of a street dialect which might make it more familiar to American readers. “My third trip to Auvee Island and it’s better than ever. No-fucking-where else can you find them so smooth and young and effeminate and with mouths that are softer than any girl I ever fucked. And damn, I can fuck them anytime– those sweet, pretty boygirl mouths. “Came here first time four years ago and tried a few of them. Sweet & young & fuckable faces. Finally, got my dick in this one named Brynn. Helluva cocksucker. Telling you, that mouth can suck for hours. And hell, small little bitch with a small little head in my hands. More than a mouth tho cuz I got my dick down that small throat and I’ll be damned if I couldn’t just hold that little head and hump til I dumped.”Always loved cocksuckers but Mahu are beyond that. So fucking fem and soft and I fuck Brynn anytime. All the time. Never had ball-busting orgasms before like when I get my dick down that little Mahu cunt-throat and I’m pumping him full of jizz. Cute little cocksucker. Big brown eyes. Small little mouth suckin my dickhead like nursing mama’s tit. Hold that little head and fuck and go deep. And the sweet little bitch boy just stays down there and takes it til I’m done. My big dick in that little mouth and watching them eyes bulge when I pump jizz down that faggots throat — ahhhhh. Come suck it again little boygirl. Screw a Mahu. Hottest cuntmouth on the planet!”—————–My purpose in this writing is to help people understand that not all cultures are the same. Mahu have existed in Polynesia for centuries and our mouths are made to satisfy men. That is mainly why we have mouths. We are eager to kneel and suck and to have our mouths penetrated and used and we have to have semen. We are grateful for the men who understand and are so nice to us that they ejaculate their sperm in our mouths and throats. Our men have been called “users” by outside cultures but those cultures don’t understand that girly-boy Mahu like me–especially me–are born for this. We are eager to kneel and serve and especially to lay and have men get on top and have sexual intercourse until they fill my depths with the sperm that I want and was born to receive.

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