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Every Few Months I Go To The Border And Me And Magdalena Cross Over

After college I joined the internal audit department of a large trucking company. It was a lot of yards, and issues with internal control and petty theft. The external auditors had written them up and I was hired to join the team of field audits, two of us a time. I was assigned to Zac a senior to travel to South Texas along the border.

The first yard I listened and took notes. Same at the second yard. At the third yard I was solo with the clerk and Zac with the yard boss. In the clerks office was Magdalena, a fortyish Mexican woman. On the wall beside her desk a calendar with a naked girl on a Motorcycle, some Mexican supply house. Big tits, big hair, big mouth. I kept looking at the calendar. Magdalena watched me, do you like big tits?

I didn't answer and asked my questions. There was nothing surprising. I got up to leave and she offered me the calendar, flipping through the months with other big tit girls. Close look showed pubes on a few. I said no but she insisted, she said she could get another one from the vendor. It didn't cross my mind I was getting caught up in an internal control compromising situation.

That night she came to the motel and knocked on my door. If I wanted to she would take me where there were many pretty girls, some with big tits, but all of them friendly. It was too much for me, I agreed and went with her. We crossed over the boarder and she took me to this club where the girls danced naked. We sat down and she told this one dancer that I wanted a girl with big tits.

I got a table dance, she held my face between her tits, stood on the couch and lowered her crotch in my face. She kissed me. I knew she was a whore, but I was in too deep by then. Magdalena arranged for two whores to join us in a room upstairs. The four of us naked, eating, licking, kissing, sucking, until both Magdalena and I had orgasms. She told me not to leave a tip, it had already been arranged.

The next morning we finished our questions and packed up and drove the six hours to the next yard. A month later I got a large envelope in the mail at the office. It was from Magdalena, a Mexican magazine of beautiful big titted women. On the first 8x10 glossy was a big red set of lips on those beautiful tits.

  • My First Time With A Woman

    Face to face with a thick hairy pussy. I was working for the purchasing department of a large industrial company. I was one of the purchasing clerks there. I had a coworker Ana who was really pretty, in he early thirties. She was divorced and had no desire for another man in her life. We talked a lot and we were lunch room buddies.

    One day out of may we heard that the boys were going out with a vendor to strip joint that was near the bypass. Everyone knew about that strip joint, they had a huge billboard advertising their lunch specials, and it was a popular place for the boys to take off for lunch. That day at lunch Ana commented that she just couldn't see what guys saw in watching women dance naked. We had heard that it was an all nude place, and there was a lot of crotch showing. We laughed, I mean after all we could see all the tits and crotch we wanted to and it didn't do anything for us.

    Ana asked me outright if was a full bush girl or if I kept it thinned out or bald. Which was it? I told her that I had tried shaving and it itched and burned so I just used a little bit of scissors to keep it tamed. She took me the bathroom and we got in a stall and she lowered her panties and asked me if I would trim her down, work on her so that I would want to kiss her, to fix her up so her pussy was my pussy. It was my first time with a woman's pussy in my face, I was sitting on the toilet and she was six inches away. She took my head with two hands and pulled me into her pussy and told me to smell deep and stick my tongue in her.

    After that I cleaned up her pussy like she asked and let her clean up mine and we spent a lot of time kissing pussy. I mean a lot of time, and that included escaping at work for some pussy loving in the stall in the bathroom. It evolved to kissing face to face and sucking on titties. It wasn't long before she confessed that she always knew she was a queer and a lesbian. I was young then, twenty three and it was my first experience with a woman.

    Ana told me one day, after we had spent an afternoon in the bed at her apartment, that she was fifteen when this nun at the Catholic school she attended had eaten her pussy. Like eaten it, holding her down on these boxes in the supply room. That nun introduced her to pussy, but she was one hairy bear, and Ana didn't much like her legs wide open. That's when she realized she wanted a clean pussy. As to her husband it was a quick two year thing, but she never got into it.

    We worked together for five years after we became best friends. I took another job with a vendor and our little thing slowly went away after I met a girl named Carla. Carla was closer to my age and she was a lot more butch than Ana. I guess when it comes to chemistry there are things that make it work for you.

    Playing Keep Away

    28 foul mouth dyke. That's what he calls me. I put my hands on his girl. She likes me. But he doesn't want me touching her. I can't get her out of my mind. I have been in love before, but this is different. He parades her in front of me, showing her off to me. He kisses her in front of me.

    He's my older brother and he knows I want her.

  • From Baby Lesbians To Grown Up Lesbians

    I was thirteen at the time and a family moved in next to us. They also had a thirteen year old girl. They came from California, their dad worked for the same company as my dad did, except my dad was his boss. She and I got along pretty well and one afternoon she got undressed in her room and laid back on the bed with her arms up over her head. She asked me if I liked her, did I like her tits, did I like her pussy. She told me I could kiss her if I wanted to. I could touch her pussy if I wanted to. I could kiss her pussy if I wanted to. I could get naked with her if I wanted to.

    All I did that afternoon was kiss her pussy. She opened her legs wide and bucked her hips up and I kissed and ate her pussy. It lasted for a while, lots of minutes, until she hit an orgasm and she made me stop and curled up.

    That's how we started having sex. That's how we went on our little voyage of discovery. She lied to me and told me she had already done that before, but she hadn't. It was the first time for her too. She reciprocated the next time we got naked together. We learned very early how to give each other orgasm. Later we got into fingering and sucking on tits and kissing on the lips and all the other things about being baby lesbians.

    By the time we finished high school we were both dating guys and having sex with them. We were careful and didn't push ourselves on a guy. If we wanted to really get off and have an orgasm, well we could always go back to eating pussy. Which we really liked doing, we could eat pussy all afternoon, stay naked and enjoy being girls. But we had tried guys and we both knew that is where we were going. We talked about dating, this guy or that guy, and what made marriage material. We dated with a purpose, but it was still high school.

    We both got married after college and we both started families early. We married college graduates with good degrees that made money. We were both good wives when it came to sex and paying attention to our husbands. But, we were also good girlfriends. No longer baby lesbians, we were all grown up and eating pussy was big time thing. She offered and I took it, I offered and she took it. The tit loving and the kissing and all the other things that make you a lesbian are also there. We are lesbians. We know it, but it is our little secret.

    My World In South Texas On The Paved Side Of The Border

    I'm 100% Hispanic. I have five siblings, I'm the next to the youngest. We grew up on an unpaved road, in a small house with one bathroom. We didn't have a washer or dryer. As girls we took the clothes to the laundromat on the corner beside the gas station. Everyone knew everyone, all the girls had babies, even the lesbians. A man was good, but not necessary. Everyone came from families with more than one father and had kids with more than one boyfriend.

    I am one of those lesbians. I first tried out with a teacher. I was active by the ninth grade and was this older girl's girlfriend. She got pregnant by a mechanic and moved in with him to play housewife. My turn was coming, I just had no idea I was going to end up pregnant with a 'white' Mexican. He is a lawyer and I met him when I was helping my sister clean buildings. He saw me, he wanted me, my sister pushed me because he had money. I got pregnant, for child support and maintenance.

    He decided to marry me, I was 17 and he was 35. I had to finish high school with a baby. He insisted I go to college. I went to a two year college and had two more kids. I went to the four year college and graduated pregnant. I have four children. I'm still a lesbian with a husband. My best friend is also a lesbian, we in lesbian love with each other. She's younger and wants to have children.

    When all my siblings and significant others and all the nieces and nephews get together there are forty one of us. My husband is the only white Mexican, and he's older and a lawyer so he's the man of the house when we get together. More than once he's defended a relative.

    Of all of my siblings and their partners I'm the only one with a college degree. No one thinks of me as 'lesbian', only that girl who is really affectionate with me is my 'novia', and that she's twenty two and needs to get pregnant.

  • I Don't Really Know Why I Want To Feel A Dick Again

    I'm German, I married a GI to get my US papers, and divorced him once I got them. I work in the hotel industry and have a rent house from the divorce. I'm gay, a lesbian, a liar and cheat and all that. I have a lover, she is a realtor, married to a big time doctor. He has a nurse he calls his darling.

    I want to get fucked by a stranger. For most of my marriage I didn't have sex with my husband. But now I want to get fucked again. Just because, I want to feel that again. Does that sound crazy?

    My Life Is Upside Down, My Future Bound By A Child And A Man

    All of a sudden I showed up with a new baby girl. I claimed I had adopted her. It's a lie, I made her inside my own body and as scary as it was she was pulled out and laid on my naked chest to hold her. I fell in love immediately.

    I hid from family and friends during my whole pregnancy and the three months after delivery. I claimed to have been in Nepal in a Happiness Program. I was at a friend's parent's house in a small town in New Mexico. She is not my love interest, she is a best friend. I am unattached?

    I hope you understand how embarrassing it was to become pregnant. I have been a loud voice about abortion, a loud voice for women, in particular for lesbian women. I have been an unapologetic voice against male dominance. Becoming pregnant was not planned, or wanted. I hid because I was so totally embarrassed to be amongst my friends and community. Admitting that I was taken in intercourse was impossible. I tried for a few weeks to lie to my best friend but she caught on immediately.

    Abortion became abhorrent to me. I know that nature took over, protect this baby at all costs. I protected my baby and she is healthy with me. I repeat, I fell in love immediately. As to the father.

    He is the consummate patriarch father figure. He walked into my life accidently. He overwhelmed me. I said yes sir and felt guilty and embarrassed arguing against him. I reverted to being four in my father's arms. I surrendered, and he is the father of my daughter. I never kept it from him, he has supported me during my time since being impregnated. I don't know how my future and my daughter's future will unfold. I reject my dependency on him and at the same time hunger for it.

    I am on a boat I know not where it's going, in the hands of a master mariner.

    At Least We Have Never Shared Ourselves With Any Other Human Being

    As school girls we spent all the time we could together. We were inseparable. At one point we talked about our eventual separation, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby " carriage.

    Years later, I was in the middle. The middle of the bed. I was supposed to be friendly so I would lose my virginity. I moved over to her and told her I wouldn't do it. I would rather be a virgin all my life than lose my virginity like that. He had to leave. Alone just the two of us made love. She confessed she was a virgin too. She never did it with him.

    After that day we never tried to do it again. We called ourselves the untouchables. We made love together from then on. Still together after all these years.

    As A Lesbian Woman I Can't Wait To Get Pregnant One More Time

    I finished college without ever having fallen in love or had any emotional attachments. I became active sexually in high school with my art teacher. She loved to render sketches or paintings of me in the nude, and she loved to land kisses on me, mouth, nipples, vagina area. For her purposes she kept me well trimmed down below. Many times she offered her vagina for me to kiss and get her lady juices all over my face. I liked sex, from the very beginning. And I never had a problem that she was a woman and not a man. She was very protective of me and forbid me from ever having a man on top of me.

    After I went to college I had several girlfriends, and had sex with all of them. I had learned how from my art teacher and I suppose I came across as a butch girl to them. I hunted them down, ate the out, put my mark on them. The hunger or thirst I felt for having sex with them cannot be called love. It was outright sexual hunger, the pleasure always one sided, whether they received any form of sexual arousal or pleasure was not my concern.

    I left college and got a job as a docent at a large metropolitan art museum. From the very beginning it was surprising to me how many of the women there were gay. I ate my way through several of them before being asked to leave as a result of a 'complaint'.

    I returned home, having no where special to go. My family is tight nit and I had to spend time with a cousin of mine. I told him about my time, about my art teacher, about what it felt like to eat a girl, to suck on her tits, to be naked with her. All he got out of it was an erection, which her turned on me one afternoon, pulling my pants down and on my back working his erection as deep as he could into my vagina. He played with me, telling me he was going to get me pregnant, having me beg for him not to, and shoving himself inside one more time until he ejaculated into my vagina and managed to get me pregnant. That daughter is now a four year old little girl and I suck her father's dick from time to time.

    The very first person I fell in love with was my daughter. Her tiny body in my arms against my naked breasts, her father standing over me while they cleaned me up from the afterbirth. He took it as his rights to denude me, to have sex with me, to ejaculate into me. I breast fed my daughter for a bit over a year and he squeezed milk out of my nipples because he could. I learned to suck his dick at that time, better to swallow than to have more sperm in my uterus working its way up to my eggs. I never refused him and whether or not I got pregnant was just one of the things that it was for me to do. I loved being pregnant, I complained but waited with baited breath to find out if I was pregnant again. Whether he got on me face to face, or as he tends to do pull my pants down and enter me from behind, I don't care really. I love to get fucked.

    I ask myself often if I am in love with him. I don't know, I don't have those kinds of feelings. I do love my daughter and now her baby brother. But really my feelings are for my daughter, my son is an obligation which I am happy to take care of. I attribute that to them being men and us being women.

    During these past six years that I have been under my cousin's thumb I have paid scant attention to other girls. I have eaten a few, some not so much girls, older women really. It's still a feeling of a rush to eat a woman, to have my face covered in her slime. I like nipples and tits, but not so much from larger women. As to kissing, just makin out, I suppose it has to be the right girl, one that I kiss until I want to eat her too. I learned my lesson with him, telling him about all of my conquests and girls I had known. Now it is kiss and don't tell, I don't want him knowing what I do.

  • At My Age Getting A Date Requires Being Inventive And Observant

    My job is quiet in the office, statistics work for an oil company. In the building next door I see a woman walk in, trailing a bag, in uniform. An airline hostess. Her schedule is erratic, but after a while it starts to make sense. She works her alloyed hours over two or three weeks, then she's off till the next month.

    I parked close to her car, and went down to the car park to 'meet' up with her. Her name us Ingrid, she's been flying for a whole, she looks forty, no ring. Small talk, two minutes top. I wait my turn, follow her up, Shel's on the third floor, number 19. A smaller unit. No roommate.

    Now that I have her schedule down, her apartment number, I happen to run into her at the market. Three minutes, exchange names. By happenstance I see her again in the car park. She's shy, but agrees to getting a coffee. A date night, a night in her bed. Lovers, waiting for her next flight to get home.

    At my age I have to press my advantage. Ingrid, shy but likes her **** tickled.