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Lesbian Female / 27

I Never Thought Much About It, Having My Own Trophy Wife

I grew up middle class. At least I thought we were middle class until I grew up and found that we were lower class, or no class at all. I got a job for a company downtown, we lived on the other side of town, where the no class people lived. But this company was for those that lived on the right side of town, where middle class was a big house with a pool and two cars and a summer vacation to Hawaii. It really hit me, one day one of the girls working there, she wanted a better washer dryer, and she just bought it. No credit card, no payments, just paid for it right out. Where I live we use the laundromat, my day for laundry is Saturday morning and then I clean house.

That same girl, the little rich bitch, invited me to her apartment. Just me, just me to visit. Just me to show me her new washer and dryer. In the dryer she had some panties left over from when she washed. In the laundromat if you left your panties some other girl was wearing them. She smiled, but I just couldn't resist. I reached in and took the panties out and smelled them. She was more than a little put off by it. I told her that there was only one way to smell panties, and that was to put your nose right up between her legs and breathe in deep. And I smelled her panties like that.

I was on fire, I kissed her had and told her that she was nothing but a tease. I kissed her again and again and again, while she moved her head from side to side. I kissed her until she stopped moving her head. Then I kissed her the way you kiss your girlfriend, soft and nice and grab a little tit while you are kissing her. I smelled her, with and without her panties. I smelled her until her smell was all I had in my nose. She didn't want to cooperate, kept saying things like it was all wrong, but I had smelled her and I forced her legs open and I showed her how you eat your girlfriend. At least where I grew up.

She was more embarrassed that I was from that part of town. I took her there and she was so uncomfortable, she didn't fit in. She had never seen our kind of middle class. Especially when I kissed her right on the lips in front of my friend Ana. Ana said something out loud, you caught yourself a little bitch.

One day I told her that I was laying back, with my legs wide apart, naked and I wanted her to get her nose in me, to smell me deep and hold my tits when she ate me out. Lots of tongue, fuck me with your tongue. That is what I told her. Of course it didn't cross my mind that our kind of pussies are a real jungle, big black hairy bush. Not like hers, soft hair, sort of blonde, and a nice sweet pink skin. I told her, eat me. She did but it wasn't right. My friend Ana told me that some girls just need to be the girlfriend. I asked Ana to get rid of my hair and I found out that my lips were dark brown, and my insides according to Ana were dark and not pink. When she fingered me and gave me a free one and ate me out, she told me that my insides were purple when I got hot.

So to sum this all up. My girlfriend is a rich bitch who went to one of those big colleges and drove a nice car. She lives in an oversized apartment with hookups for her washer dryer. She wears nice little panties and she gets all worked up when I smell her panties without taking them off. I do most of the kissing and grabbing tits and all that. Ana works on me so that I'm not hairy all the time and she does kiss my lips now and then. The big difference though, is that where I grew up having a girlfriend is all we talked about, where she grew up they talked about a destination wedding to some guy they met in college. Her kind of middle class. But she is a little lezzie, with a girlfriend from the other side of town.

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# 73031 - by Blanca Moreno / August 21, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    A Casual Comment Broke The Ice For

    During the summer before my senior year in high school I was part of a church camp in South Carolina. Onn the flight to Charleston my best friend Erika was a few seats in front of me. Once the flight was on its way and the seatbelt light off, Erika stood up to come check on me. I was so pleased that she made the effort to come see me. We talked for a few minutes until the lady beside me offered to swap seats with her. After she stood up she made the comment that we were in love and we should sit together. News to us, but we sat together and when we got off she led me out holding my fingers.

    Seventeen isn't the age that you want to be when you have to contemplate that you are in love with your best friend. The rest of the summer we talked about it, were we really in love or just best friends. I admit that after it was pointed out to us we were more willing to show and share affection. When we finished high school our parents signed us up for an art appreciation trip to Europe. We were roommates and we succumbed to chemistry and behaved inappropriately.

    After our three week trip we had shared intimate affection. We decided to spend our college years together and share our life after graduation. Somewhere out in the wide wide world is a lady who broke the ice between us.

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    # 73003 - by Heather / August 19, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 67

    I Grew Up At A Time That Lesbians Weren't Out

    I grew up in a classic middle class household, father worked, mother took care of the house and kids. There were four of us, two male and two female. Although one of the females, I was the bossy one.

    I was eleven at a party of a class friend and they had a pool and it was a swimming party. All of us got ready in her bedroom, which meant that we all got naked to put on our bathing suits. Eleven is an age where some girls have nice chests already, and some girls have pubes. I had pubes, but my chest was solid but not ready for a bra yet. I remember that party because it is the first time in my conscious memory of really looking at other girls and becoming self aware of my sex parts. Those butts, I remember the butts in particular. And how their bathing suits when wet were so tight around their butts, and how some of them got their bathing suit in their butt crack. The awful wedgie.

    I never again looked at girls the same way. Some girls at school weren't careful, particularly around other girls and I could see all the way to heaven, their panties, and pubes, and wedgies. One girl called me out in public, I was horrified and embarrassed. But my desire to look at a girl didn't go away, and as we went into junior high and athletics and showers, all the girls had pubes by then and all the girls had tits. What I saw was what I thought about at night rubbing myself. Not yet fixated on one girl specifically, I was fixated on girls. I never thought of a boy like that.

    I dealt with the boy issues by saying that I just hadn't met any boy that I liked. It was left like that. We were sixteen already and my friend Theresa was over and we were watching television. I was on the floor with a cushion and she went into the kitchen to serve herself and came back and stood right beside me. She had a skirt and I could see right up to her butt and crotch, her pubes poking out under her panties. When she shifted her weight I saw her pussy, her actual pussy as she put her finger up under her skirt and pulled her panties out of her crack. I'm being specific, because that is what I saw, and it changed me forever. I fell in love with Theresa.

    Whether I forced her or it was something that happened, we each have a version of it. But she was on the floor and I had her ankles in my hands, and her legs were open. Her panties were tight around her pussy, and I finally managed to get her to lay still with her legs open. I put my hands on her knees and I went down on her. After the first minute or so I looked up at her and she was staring hard at me. I pulled her panties off, off of her ankles, and her fully naked pussy was in front of me. I ate her. We knew about that, we talked about it, about that and the day we would suck a guy's dick. But never about eating out your best friend. I ate her until she became self aware about it and pushed me away from her. We never talked about it.

    Later, in college she told me I ruined her. Against her better judgement she let me eat her from time to time, always the same though. How could I put my mouth on her. I came often when I ate her, keeping my hand under me and rubbing myself. Once in a great while she came, and threatened me never to do that again. But we were roommates and I got in the shower with her and she let me bathe her. Against her will I made her wash my tits and held her hand hard against me, between my legs. She couldn't then say she had never touched pussy. I kissed her in the shower too, and declared her to be my girlfriend. In those days that wasn't common or spoken of.

    We left for work after college and looked for an apartment. The rumor mill was that the part of town for gays was the place to go. A guy at work, several years older, put his foot down and told us that was a terrible place and it was full of addicts and undesirables. He put us in the same apartment complex he lived in. He fucked Theresa and got her pregnant. He married her. This daughter is now 41 with two kids of her own. "Our" grandkids. Theresa and I never split up, not even when she was married for those two years. She is still shy and she doesn't like me looking at her naked. But I like it, and against her will she lets me.

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    # 72974 - by Gale / August 18, 2024
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 25

    Lost Between Today And Tomorrow, One Day At A Time, No Future

    In my freshman year at college I met a grad student. She was going to become a Nurse Practitioner. We became close friends and I found her to be my confidant. It was her I told that I thought I was a lesbian. Her reaction was not what I expected. You tell yourself that you are not a lesbian, never was never will be. With an additional warning, that is a oath of sorrow.

    I fell in love with her, and she fell in love with me.

    Being a lesbian is a difficult path, a path of sorrow. She is a nurse practitioner, I am a social worker. Somehow, we stumbled along. Where is tomorrow, what is our future?

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    # 72960 - by Susan / August 17, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 47

    My First Job After College I Was Surrounded By Lesbian Women

    While still in college, following a recruiting trip by a company, I was invited to an interview at their home office. Overnight trip, by air. I was met at the hotel by the most perfect beautiful girl. She was also a graduate from my school, a couple of years earlier, she was there to take me to dinner. She let me know we would be meeting this lawyer at the restaurant.

    Let me give some made up names first. The lawyer I'll call Monica, 32, Italian, tiny, and little girl pretty. My hostess Julia, 24, Teutonic German, classic features, solid, a couple of inches taller than me. Like I said, solid. She was a past athletic scholarship, made my heart skip.

    We met Monica at the restaurant and it didn't take long for Monica to ask me if I had a girlfriend. My hesitation brought out her saying I could be comfortable, we were all girls. We had dinner and then went to a club without men ruining the party. Back at the hotel Julia asked to see my room. She used the bathroom and then sat on the bed. Smiling she asked me if I wanted to brush my teeth and come sit beside her.

    At that point I was totally inexperienced. I had never acted out my feelings. Now a girl was being forward, to come sit beside. When I came out of the bathroom she said something about me having mommy tits, and she wanted to see them. She was so solid, not a jiggle. Her chest was more like a guy's pecks, except bigger, with nice brown nipples. Her down there was trimmed close but not shaven. She ran her fingers through my pubes and offered to trim them, using the small scissors in the room sewing kit.

    After the trimming she suggested a shower do desert would taste better. We didn't fall asleep until way after midnight. Around five she told me she had to go home to change and she would be back at eight to escort me to the office.

    At the office, in the first interview sat Monica. At the break she told me Julia had given her a blow by blow description. She slipped in that we were going to see the Director, he harvested brains and didn't care who you slept with. I got the job offer, after working there I discovered the department girls were pretty much lesbians, filtered carefully by Monica. Made the Director happy, kept maternity leave to a minimum. My relationship with Julia got deeper and deeper, her thing was mommy looking girls, and mine was for solid athletic girls.

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    # 72910 - by Mary Jo / August 14, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Awakening Story Of A Lesbian Girl

    My father was an expat all the time I was growing up. We lived all over the world, mostly in third world countries. Like most expat families our social life was with other expats, rarely was there a social life with local nationals. At one point this guy who worked for my father got married to a local girl, I remember my father's anger 'the sob went native'. I never had anything to do with locals, my 'lily white pussy' was reserved for some white male.

    But when I was in the seventh grade I went to an American School. The classes were small and there was a kid in my class named Jacob. His father was a big important man and his wife was American. Jacob felt me up, I mean seriously got his hand down my front and fingered me and stuck his finger in my mouth. He kissed me on the mouth and ran his hand up and down my ass, he put his arm around my shoulders and kept me close to him. The other boys and girls in the class went along with it, he had landed an expat girl. They waited and waited for the news that he had fucked me.

    At one party, it was mostly expats, but a couple of half and half girls were there and one of them asked me it I sucked his dick. I said no, emphatically. I asked her if she sucked dick. She said no with a face of disgust. Yes the thought of sucking dick was disgusting, and we laughed about it, but it couldn't be as disgusting as sucking pussy. That night at the party I sucked that girl's pussy, I grabbed her hard by the hips and sucked and licked and got my face totally wet from it. I kissed her hard on the lips and rubbed my wet face on hers. No, I was never going to suck dick, that's for sure and neither was she. She ate my pussy.

    It's because of that that I graduated virgin and went off to college with a virgin pussy. In college I met several girls before I met this one that I wanted to kiss. She was reserved and had only gotten naughty with a girl in high school and I had to more or less force her to eat pussy. But once over the initial suck and disgust we settled down to being friends and lovers. I told her about that experience of mine with that half and half girl and she asked me over and over again to tell her the story one more time. I made up more and more of the story, until it was a total fabrication. But she lapped it up and we made love afterwards laughing. She asked me if a half and half was worth it. I said no, not really, stick to lily white pussy.

    We graduated one day and we moved in together after college and one day on a whim we got married without telling. We were married a year before casually dropping it on my parents. My parents told me that I could have the down payment on a house if I had children, that was the trade. We traded off brothers to be the fathers and we got the house and two kids out of it. Being a mother really changes everything. I feel like we are really married. I wonder at time what that boy Jacob in the seventh grade would think of me, all wrapped up with a girl. I am so glad that I never submitted and let him have sex with me.

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    # 72848 - by Vicky / August 11, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 27

    My Lesbian Wife Loans Me Out To Her Brother When I Need 'it'

    I was the fat girl when I was nine, stocky really. Thick girl. I started working out and dieting in high school, and made the track team. I went to college on a scholarship for underprivileged Mexican girls. The sponsor was a Mexican woman who owned three franchises. Really when we say Mexican we mean Hispanic, the woman was from El Salvador. She focused on girls like me, lesbian girls like her. A lesbian teacher gave her my name.

    I had two careers in college, body building and crossfit, and economics. I was one buff muscle girl by the time I graduated. I also had one fine piece of ass for a girlfriend, She could land a job at Hooters in a minute if she applied. Only the best pussy, that was my motto.

    After graduation my sponsor gave me a job, I had to start at the bottom before getting into management. I had two full time jobs, my other job was muscle girl at the crossfit club. My college girlfriend moved on and I got involved with a girl at the club. Lesbians were management material, but one slip, one fuck with a guy and she fired you. Don't think she didn't remind me, every time she saw me.

    At a midnight party I tried the forbidden fruit. Don't ask me why, I didn't even know him. But the damage was done, it was an open party and there were witnesses when he popped my cherry. I didn't confess and that pissed her off, bye bye and I lost my job. I tried surviving on physical training but I got deeper in debt. I took an entry level jib downtown. The HR rep who interviewed me is a lesbian who wanted a piece of my ass. She got my pants off after a dance night at a club. Her older brother kept my pants off and did his thing. Turns out she brought girls home for him.

    Once fucked you aren't so hard on yourself when getting fucked again. That's the way it was with him. He liked hard muscle girls. And I liked him back, for sex. I liked sex with a guy. That's why my sponsor didn't want any of her girls fucking guys. I'm not bisexual, I'm a lesbian , but I like a guy fucking me.

    I continue with crossfit, I'm the HR girl's Saturday night at the dance club, and she lends me out to her brother when I feel the need for a guy.

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    # 72835 - by Lu Lu / August 10, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 24

    Class Difference Has Kept Me From Her, And Kept Her From Me

    The only access I had to the country club was being a dining room waitress. I served tables, all those pretty high school girls in tennis outfits. I wanted to be one if them, but I was a waitress. I saw them come and go in BMWs, Porches, Cadillacs, and other Mommy Daddy cars. As a waitress I was in the background and spoke with other service personnel. What others saw, these girls making out with pool boys, sucking off older men in the bathrooms, these little whores.

    I was working the pool one afternoon during summer break. A man pushed me into the men's changing room. By the time I got away he had gotten as far as tearing off my panties. Service girls didn't complain, you borrowed another girl's panties and went back to your shift. A country club girl witnessed the whole thing and she stepped forward and offered to be a witness. I thanked her but I needed my job, and being on the receiving end of an ass grab wasn't worth fighting.

    By that summer's end I had kissed her, felt her up, made love to her. She was a rising senior, technically under eighteen. If caught. or if she talked, I wouldn't only loose my job, I could face legal problems. I spent the following year at school thinking of her, when I woke up, when I went to dinner, when I fell asleep. She was worried about our class difference, I couldn't afford what she could. Her summer story was about spreading her lesbian wings with a dining room waitress.

    After my third year in college I was invited to a summer internship. I was too far gone, to deeply in love, with a girl who I couldn't see in public. I begged her to see me, we only saw each other behind closed doors. She told me she was in love but I had yo be realistic, she was destined for a country club marriage and three kids and an Irish Setter. Broken hearted I broke off only to fall into depression.

    A man from work offered me room and board and salary to keep up with his house. I succumbed to him, I wish I hadn't. My true love arranged dating a young lawyer, and me sleeping with my employer. She cried herself to sleep, I cried in the daytime doing laundry.

    I got a call last week, she I formally engaged now. I suppose I could apply for a waitress job at her country club wedding. Maybe I can apply to be her maid and housekeeper.

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    # 72825 - by Sandra / August 9, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 27

    From The Very First Time I Saw Her I Knew She Was My Type Of Girl

    Prepuberty I was bossy, impulsive, physical, impatient. Post puberty I was assertive, aggressive, a got getter, voted most likely to succeed. Same thing, but cast differently. In high school my best friends were guys, and as their friend I reported on this or that girl from the dressing room perspective. Who wore padded bras, who has shaved down there, etc. Like the guys I also had a favorite girl. I'll call her Audrey.

    Audrey was athletic, long legs, pretty, long hair, could wear shorts like no one else. She ran track, in those super short shorts that flashed her panties when she ran. She could go without a bra, she was natural, her boobs bounced but did not need a bra to hold them up. Tall for a girl in high school, around five seven, and she weighed in at 145 ( I asked her). All muscle. My kind of girl. I had a crush, and she knew it. My to do list was to be able to lay with her legs around my face in the lap of luxury. If I could have, I would have, but she never opened her legs for me, not like that. She did ask me once to look at a sore where she had shaved too close. But that was that, enough to hook me for life.

    In college the worse thing that can happen to you happened to me. At a party, past midnight, a guy with too much to drink and adrenaline proved once again that men are stronger than women. I tried but it was not a fight I could win. I didn't 'open' my legs for him, far from it, but he opened my legs for him and the next thing I knew he was all the way in me. And he finished there. And I got pregnant.

    I called Audrey. I didn't know who else to call. Audrey was at another university, three and half hours away. She came and was there with me. We talked for a long time. I had already missed two periods and the little wand thing said was positive. Audrey insisted I got to a doctor, or clinic and get an ultrasound. It was all there, the invasive creature inside of me. I was not able to talk about it or contemplate it. Abortion was out of the question. If this meant that I had to quit college I would quit and get a job of some kind. Audrey would have nothing of it, as I was going to keep the baby, she was changing schools to help me keep the baby and raise it. By then both Audrey and I knew that life for us was meant to be, we were no longer in high school.

    My folks and family took it pleasantly. If any girl deserved it, it was me. Sort of bring me down to earth sort of thing. Audrey moved after than semester to live with me, if I was pregnant I was still going to be the Dad, Audrey always wanted to be the Mom. A soccer Mom, now she had a little bundle of joy on the way. She prepared for the new arrival. I did the rest of the work. Had the bundle of joy for her.

    I should say here that I never contacted the sperm donor, and successfully erased his name from my memory. This baby has my name, not some interloper's name.

    We did graduate and Audrey is the stay at home Mom and I bring home the bacon. We are seriously considering finding an anonymous sperm donor, but this time no hanky panky after midnight.

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    # 72761 - by Melissa / August 7, 2024
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    Straight Female / 45

    Unexpected

    I’m a straight female. I love sex, I love to cum multiple times a day. And lately, I have been craving to do something new. Maybe just to say I tried it, maybe to satisfy curiosity. One day my best friend and I went to the beach for a weekend. We shared a resort stay. We had done this before but this time was different. There was so much tension in the air and I couldn’t figure out why. One evening we were getting ready for dinner and as I got out of the shower and she headed in she was already completely naked. As she turned toward the bathroom entrance I noticed she stood there and looked at me and I couldn’t help but drop my eyes to her huge clit. I turned quickly and acted like I didn’t see but immediately my fat meaty pussy got so wet. My mind started running wild and I needed to cum. I did my best to not think about it any longer. We both got ready went out had some drinks and fun. When we got back I immediately took my clothes off and went to bed and she was wide awake, all of a sudden she jumps on me in a playful way and I started laughing trying to get her off of me but couldn’t cause I must have been too drunk. I suddenly stop laughing cause I could feel her hard clit thru her panties accidentally rubbing on me with her movements. She noticed I froze. She looked at me, slid down some and began to rub her huge black clit on my bald fat pussy. I was so fucking horny I let her continue. She pulled her panties to the side and stroke me so hard and rough. We were both moaning and sweating and she was rubbing her huge clit on me so hard and so fast we were ready to cum and sure enough…… we both did. We came so good and we’re still horny after that. I wouldn’t say we are lesbians, but we definitely did each other a sexual favor that night. Nowadays she sleeps over and fingers me until I cum and rubs herself on me after I do. She says my thick pussy and how wet I get make her cum harder than she has with any man. We don’t kiss. We don’t want to be a couple. It’s just pure sexual favors.

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    # 72625 - by PhatP / July 28, 2024
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