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My True College Experience

In my freshman year of college I went to a mixer for freshman students to get acquainted with the college. I met a graduate student, 27, he was back doing an MBA. I ended up under him losing my carefully guarded virginity. My 'college experience'.

He had a vet student girlfriend and he took me to her to process losing my virginity. She talked me through it, time to grow up, become a woman. That night I stayed with her, on the couch. It was summer hot, September, and she had a window unit in the bedroom. She came and got me to sleep with her and under the cold a. c. unit she 'cuddled' me, keeping me in a spoon all night.

The next morning she let me shower first, waiting for me sitting on the toilet filing her nails. She received me with a towel and dried me down, running her hands all over me. She offered to dry my hair and comb it. Still wrapped in the towel she told me to sit and wait for her to shower.

She dropped her gown and panties, facing me she asked me if she was too bushy. "Girls usually like girls well groomed since we spend so much time down there." She mentioned we would groom our nether regions after breakfast.

She fixed some eggs and ham, we had juice and my first taste of coffee. We talked and talked, until she announced we should go 'shave' before going 'down on the town'. She used scissors snd a razor with men's shavings cream until she had me 'baby' smooth, fit for kissing. And she kissed my lips and licked me. My turn to get her 'pretty' and I used the scissors and shaved her, until she was baby smooth and she held me down to kiss her.

We had girl sex. She went down on the town, spent a lot of time kissing me and fondling my boobs, pressing my hand on hers. It was after eleven before we dressed to go meet him. On the way over she reminded me we were his girlfriends, so if he wanted some personal time with us, it was time to show him our newly smooth pussy.

He did have sex with us after lunch, both of us together. That night, after getting changed in my dorm room I spent the night with her. Lots of cuddling, necking, kissing, and of course going down on the town.

Over my days in college I was 'her' girlfriend, I moved in with her and learned all there was about loving her. We gave him sex for a while before he moved on to another girlfriend. I graduated and she graduated and we are still together, she's a vet and I'm her office manager. And him? Well he comes around, he knows its always there for him.

  • My Wife’s First Time

    My wife who was my gf at the time had met a girl at work who she said was a bit strange but they had become friends. She said that she knew she had a bf because she talked about him but she would also look at Playboy magazines some of the guys would leave in the break room when they were having lunch together. Then one day she said that she asked my wife if she gets high. I don’t know why but I asked her if her friend was decent looking and my wife said kind of sheepishly Yeah she’s cute. This was back before cell phone selfies but I would take nude Polaroid pics of my wife and talked about sending her pics to Hustler magazine for their amateur photo section called Beaver Hunt. I asked does she still look at Playboy magazines at work and she said yeah sometimes but only when it’s just us. I said She’s into you. My wife said Oh my god that’s ridiculous. I told her she’s hitting on you and that if given the chance she would fuck you. She told me I was crazy and I said the next time she’s looking at a Playboy mention how we were are going to take naked pics for Beaver Hunt. Sure enough my wife came back from work and said I guess you were right because when I told her she said that she’s always wanted to do something like that and asked if she could take pics with us. I said what did you tell her. She said I told her yes. I said so your into being with another girl. She said well I’m curious about it like most girls are. I said invite her over and let’s see where it leads. Her friend came over and she was definitely cute she had a bubble butt and really nice tits that were much bigger than my wife’s. She was shy at first but when I told my wife to bend forward over a chair showing off her ass and shaved pussy from behind her friend literally was so mesmerized that she walked face first into the wall. We all laughed and then they smoked a little and I started taking pics of them together as they rubbed each other down with baby oil. I ran out of film and it now there was no reason for them to stay naked. My wife showed her friend where the shower was and while she washed up I told my wife that if she wanted to be with another girl tonight is the night because her friend was totally into her and would fuck her if she gave her the chance. She still didn’t think so and I said go get in the shower with her and you’ll see. My wife said no what if she doesn’t want to do that with me. When her friend was done my wife went into the shower next. I looked at her friend who was sitting in just a towel and said See I told you she would let you be her first. Oh my god I wish how did you know this would all work. What my wife didn’t know was that I knew this girl and we had arranged the entire thing. I didn’t know she was who my wife was working with originally but her bf wasn’t really her bf it was just a guy she fucked on and off and he was a friend of mine. My wife had no clue so one day she was with him and we were hanging out and she said where she worked and it all clicked. We set it up and here she was hoping to fuck my wife and have a threesome. I told her my wife wanted to take a shower with you but she didn’t think you wanted to. She said Are you serious she said she would? I said why don’t I find out for you. I opened the bathroom door and my wife was naked behind the glass and I said Hey babe your friend really wants to get in the shower with you is that ok. My wife smiled at me and said yes of course and her friend dropped her towel and my wife took her hand and she stepped into the shower with her. I thought about getting in with them but I could see the excitement in my wife’s eyes and I said you girls enjoy yourselves and I closed the door and waited in bed. After what seemed like an eternity my wife came into bed and she said thank you for that and kissed me good night. I asked what happened but she said she was tired and her friend was sleeping over on the couch then my wife fell asleep exhausted. She never gave me any details saying only I should have a good idea of what happened. Then her friend started sleeping over when I worked nights and she still wouldn’t give me details. I started seeing pay per view porn on my cable bill and she said that her friend liked to watch it when she sleeps over. I had secretly arranged my wife’s first lesbian experience and now she was fucking her on a regular basis and I never once was a part of it, well my wife let me keep all the naked pictures of them both, so there’s that

    A Man Has My Number And Living Without Him Isn't Working Out

    Pre pandemic I was a 25 year old senior accountant and I met this 19 year old who was living in a dump apartment with a bad influence older girl. I had this feeling that didn't let me sleep and I took her in where it was safe and warm. I woke up with her beside me and sun shone and I went to bed with her and the stars twinkled. I had never felt so alive and warm.

    I didn't consider myself a lesbian then, although I recognized that she was a lesbian. She fell in love with me and I feel in love with her. All that hugging and some kissing and all that warmth under the covers and fixing her breakfast before I sent her off to school (yes I demanded she go to junior college if I was supporting her). Holding her against me in bed and telling her I loved her should have convinced me to just admit that I was a lesbian. But it didn't.

    I had another relationship that was secret. I was seeing my boss and we were having sex in hidden places. His house was an hour commute so we had sex during lunch hour. He had taken, rented, a small furnished apartment near the office where we met to have sex. It was a weekly thing, anytime he told me to meet him there I rearranged my schedule to go meet him. I kept fresh panties at work so that I never showed up to see him with dirty panties.

    Our sex was very oral, both ways, the act of intercourse was just the topping. I looked forward to his orgasm and receiving his cum. All afternoon I oozed cum and by the time I got home my fresh pair was obviously used. I washed a lot of panties and bought a lot of panties. I held him in my mind night and day. I was jealous and jealous can be. I loved him so much.

    During the months of the pandemic it was just me and Kate. It was the most awful time. I couldn't see him and I died inside. When the company had to lay off a bunch of people he lost his job, and a month later I lost my job. Not able to afford the apartment I talked my mother into letting us move in with her (Kate and me). My mother told me straight up, that I needed to accept that Kate wasn't just a friend, I had all the markings of a lesbian, everyone, including Kate living with me. My mother's sister is a lesbian.

    So much so that my mother did not put up a fight about us sleeping together. Just love her with all your might. My mother knew of the love problems of her sister and she didn't want to see me hurt. During those days when I was far away from him, we only had text and phone calls, I started to separate from him and focus on Kate.

    In 2022 Kate and I moved out into our own place in my growing up town. We were a couple then, and my aunt had introduced us to the lesbian crowd. Not big, but alive and well. We socialized with them and lived openly as lesbians.

    Then on New Year's Eve 2022 he came to town. To ' claim ' what was his. To take me back. The sex was overpowering and he lit all the fires back in me. My head spined I couldn't sleep. He told me the pandemic was bad and his wife was tired of him wanting me, so she sent him to see me, to determine which one was it, me or her.

    We talked and agreed that divorcing her for me was a mistake. I had Kate. So that's where we stand. But the truth is that this last year has been empty for me. I think of him day and night. I miss sex with him. I can't text or call, that was the agreement. Now a year has gone by and I want to go to him and tell him I made a mistake.

    But I can't give up Kate, he has to take us with him if he wants me at all.

  • Fallen, Rock Bottom, Back In A Warm Bed Tonight, Best Christmas Ever

    I drove to my parents unannounced following an ugly breakup. I arrived the day my father had a heart attack from which he did not recover. My mother accused me of triggering his heart attack. My parents never accepted my life style, they never believed It was anything other than a choice. The funeral was the most lost and alone I ever felt.

    An old family friend offered me a room. I had little choice, out of money, without a job, my family was my last hope. Now I did not have that.

    I did what I could to help, light housework. I offered but he didn't need help, he had a cleaning service and was self sufficient with cooking. Helpless I never felt lower than I did those days after my father's funeral. The news didn't get better, my father's life insurance barely covered the funeral, next to no savings, 401K exhausted. My father was broke, bankrupt. That's why he had a heart attack, the house was being repossessed.

    All these things are behind me turning to prostitution. At first I entertained women, but I soon turned to men. The money was so much better.

    I look back at those months of my life, a man with no name had me for the first time. The lesbian community I had believed in turned it's back on me. It was a very sobering reality. The old saying, kick them when they're down turned out to be true. A man was the one who rescued me. I learned the hard way, men weren't the monsters I had come to believe.

    I'm in a lesbian relationship, with a lady I met along the way. I have a desk job working for an open minded man. My mother keeps her feeling to herself. I don't need her words, her face tells it all. My shame is having turned to prostitution for three years to pay my way.

    I Can No Longer Hide My True Self From My Husband.

    I've decided to formally come out to my husband. We have been married thirty years, have three college age children, upper middle class (him not me, I haven't worked outside the home for twenty five years). I was a lesbian the day I got married, kissed my 'true love' and maid of honor and walked out to take my father's arm to be 'given away'.

    I followed the rules, had three kids, built a home, have been a loyal life. Buy empty nesting has been hard on me, and I can't in good conscience go behind my husband's back. I have very much substituted my husband for my father.

    I am still after all these years deeply in love with my 'true love' from my college days. She chose to not follow in my footsteps. Her life has been hard, two relationships that ended badly, she has had to declare bankruptcy. It has been the deepest heartache standing by and not bringing her into my day to day life. My husband will not be surprised that I love her.

    Let me add my children. Two daughters and a son. They will not be kind to me. Their father is everything, and a lifetime of being more daughter than wife beside them, breaking his life will not be forgiven. I have reached the end of my tether.

  • When I Started To Realize I Was In Love With My Roommate

    My first 'clue'. I had the most vivid dream. My face in my pillow, my hand under me pleasuring my clitoris, dreaming of my face between my roommate's legs. I woke gasping for breath, my heart jumping out of my chest, my roommate rushing to my side 'are you all right?'

    The Most Unlikely Way To Meet A Girl Who Wants To Be With Me

    A party, I went to bed and woke up with a girl in bed with me. She's a PT and a knock out, brunette, five six, dark eyes, in shape, great 'chest'. Some girls do have a natural great set.

    We talked, more or less had to, we slept together. She's a friend of a friend. After showering, yes she agreed to shower at my place, we showered together and she lathered me so I lathered her 'chest'.

    After getting some coffee and toast I offered to take her home. She is living with three other girls all bunched up. After seeing her place she took me to the gym where she works, hot hot girls working out. She laughed at me, looking like I did at them, but I quickly told her how beautiful I think she is.

    Not to bore you, but she spent the night with me again, both of us fully awake when we undressed. Never thought a girl like her would lay herself down beside me and ask me to kiss. She's a soft kisser, lays back and let me hold her breast while I kissed her. She let her legs open, and I enjoyed her wonderful, ahem, heavenly woman's parts, after which she returned the favor. Her own words were "I liked you from the moment you looked in my eyes".

    Not bragging, I have never landed a girl like her. It's a lot like driving a BMW after riding around in my eight year old Civic. We're dating, talking about her moving in with me. She wants to, she's told me, wants to be more than friends.

    To My Own Self Be True

    I got married early, I was just 21, to a man that I had met in college. He was everything every mother wants for her daughter, smart, good looking, intellectual, with a high paying college education and masculine. I had my first 'oh shit' moment after the wedding when I was in the church dressing room with my best friend and maid of honor changing into my street clothes. It came when she asked me if I was prepared, no period, birth control? I froze.

    My 'wedding night' was a total bust. I didn't participate. I did not want, in no way wanted, him to fuck me. In the dark that night, I felt abject fear, I hid in the bathroom all night behind a locked door. I was a 'virgin' and I walked out of after my wedding night a virgin.

    The 'marriage' lasted six months. I was a virgin when I got divorced. Was it 'him' or was it something more?

    With my degree I got a job teaching at a small private elementary school, living with my parents. No one talked about my 'failed' marriage or why it failed. The whole topic was taboo. Everyday when I showered I washed my pussy, my virgin pussy and thought about my narrow escape. I loved my virgin pussy. I took care of my pussy, for me to see, to enjoy. I loved my pussy from any angle, from wide open angry to prudish slit between my bare legs.

    I met this girl my age, she worked for a local Chiropractor as a receptionist, small girl with big tits. She wore her tits in a tight uplifting bra, and small tight top advertising the Chiropractor's business. I asked her if she liked men staring at her and she told me she liked her tits, so why not. I laughed and told her I liked my pussy but I didn't go around showing it off. She surprised me, let me see, she said, let me be the judge.

    I showed her my pussy it all its glory and she showed me her tits in all their glory. She ate pussy and I sucked tits and we kissed on the lips. I love pussy, I love tits, I like a naked girl, I love to kiss. Lucky for me that she loves pussy, and she loves tits, and she loves being naked and she loves to kiss.

    Cumming On Lesbians

    30 years ago I asked out Cindy, a cashier at a grocery store. She was a black-haired, slightly rotund, but cute lady with a great smile. It turned out she mostly dated women, but found me interesting and pretty soon we were having sex pretty often, and when she had problems at her apartment she moved into my house. But after about six months I felt increasing disconnections and incompatibilities which I don't want to get into here. So in the end I concluded inviting her in was premature, and signaled that the relationship couldn't go on.

    She was sad but didn't have any good alternatives for living at the moment, and also held a torch and seemed to hope the relationship could resume in some way. She started dating women again though, and asked if she could bring a date over. I said yes, but that if they had sex I wanted to watch. Well, that sounded like a plus to her as it would get me sexually involved with her again on some level.

    Soon she was dating Linda, a young, thin, soft-spoken black woman, who came over once just to snuggle on the couch. Linda apparently was a confirmed lesbian who never even kissed a boy before. But Cindy soon told me they wanted to get more intimate and agreed to let me watch, so the following weekend Linda came over and we all went into the bedroom. Linda still didn't talk very much, and seemed both shy but also very eager to please Cindy. They got naked and did some kissing and tit sucking, but Cindy was a big fan of cunnilingus so soon she was sitting on Linda's face. I also was naked and sat on the bed stroking off in their direction. Cindy looked at me with strong desire so I moved closer and started fondling and kissing her, wanking off just over Linda's face. After a few minutes Cindy got extremely excited and I could see her eyes rolling just before she started to cum from Linda's licking. I looked down to watch, and while fondling Cindy's boob and seeing her getting her muff eaten out by this small black girl I got over the edge myself, and started ejaculating into their conjoined area--Cindy's pubic hair, and Linda's mouth and face. And my main confession is that I absolutely loved being the first and only man to ever paint his semen over this gold-star lesbian's face, which was exquisite after being streaked with my cum. Cindy quickly got off of Linda and laid back on the bed, and I knew what she wanted next because Cindy loved getting fucked immediately after coming from oral sex (although I've since learned that the majority of women would rather wait and have a longer recovery time for this). I was still hard so I moved over and began fucking Cindy's pussy. We largely ignored Linda at first, but she sat up next to us, cum dripping from her mouth, gazing at Cindy. She indicated that she was a bit grossed out and Cindy offered to kiss and suck my cum off her face. Watching them transfer my sauce from one to another definitely kept me harder longer than I would otherwise have been, but eventually I succumbed to nature and pulled out soft. I touched Linda a bit but she ignored me, which was fine, I still got to fondle her tits a bit.

    Of course this didn't reignite the relationship and a month later Cindy moved out. I don't think Linda was more than a passing fad for her, but it was definitely a memorable experience for me.

  • I Like To Lick

    I am married, have had 4 lovers before my husband. To be honest I had two lovers and two one night stands before my husband. My husband is great at sex, we have a very open, honest relationship. I started doing FMF threesomes because it excited him. I've let him have sex with a couple of those women, but mostly he watches the two of us. I had never been initiated into the f2f sex before and I was a bit timid. As time has gone on, I still prefer my husband going down on me to another woman, I definitely prefer his cock in me as opposed to another womans fingers, hand, or dildoes. However; I have come to really like, I mean LOVE going down on another woman. Making her cum with my tongue, my mouth, my fingers or hand is a joy in itself.

    I told my husband about it, and that for my side of the excitation i prefer him, but he has now let me have two women lovers that I please often as well as him. He knows I am always ready for him after I make another woman cum a few times. I get what I want while she is laying next to us in a puddle of warmth.

    At the think at first in my first timid days of doing it I actually didn't really enjoy the taste or smell of another woman, but now I can't wait for the next time.