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Bi-Sexual Female / 22

First Time Sex With A Girl Part 2

Sarah was normally so gentle and on the quiet side, but the sexual Sarah was extremely dominant, which kinda suited because I’m quite submissive.
Now she had three fingers inside me fucking my pussy and rubbing my g-spot. She told me to rub my clit and be a good fuck slut. Her dirty talk was pushing me over the edge, and as I pictured myself sucking and tasting her clit, my pussy erupted in a huge orgasm as I heard myself moaning as if from a distance. Sarah kept on my g-spot with her fingers until I came and squirted harder than ever before. Juices flooded out of my hot c**t, pulsating in rhythm with squirts of ecstasy.
Sarah laid back and we both filled the air with noisy breathing. I told her I wanted to taste her. I got up and pulled her sopping panties off, parted her legs and slowly licked her sweet pussy, getting a feel for what she might like. I twirled my tongue around her clit and then sucked it firmly until she was moaning loudly, digging her fingers into my hair then pushing me to get on top of her until we were both sucking each other’s pussy. She pulled my pussy roughly against her face as I ground my mouth into hers. I inserted my fingers into her, finger fucking her roughly until I felt her hole spasm as she came hard screaming in pleasure. I loved the taste of her. I licked all of her juices drinking them hungrily until Sarah tongue fucked my pussy to orgasm.

We finished with a beautiful kiss, both smelling of each other’s feminine scent and agreeing to share the same room for the entire trip.

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# 68166 - by JuicyLucy / October 18, 2023
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 22

    First Time With A Girl Part 1

    First Time Sex With A Girl

    My girlfriend and I had decided to take a trip into the country. We hadn’t booked any motel in advance, so we ended up having to share one room and one bed.
    We had known each other since high school, and we’re not shy about undressing in front of each other.
    I had expected to have my own room and I had packed my usual baby doll nightwear which I wore without panties as the weather was very warm.
    I could not help but notice that my girlfriend’s sleepwear was merely tiny panties and bras. As we got into bed, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was, and what a gorgeous body she had. Her breasts were full and barely fit in to the cups of her bra, and her tiny panties barely covered anything. For some reason I felt aroused even though I’d always thought of myself as a straight girl. Sure, I’d always fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with a girl, but I thought it was only fantasy. I’d even watched girl on girl porn and masturbated to it, but I’d never considered I could want sex with a girl in real life.
    We both sat in bed and drank down our hot cocoa and marshmallows in between sips of Bailey’s Irish cream over ice. Before we knew it we had gone through half a bottle of Baileys and we were obviously giggly and silly.
    We both laid down to sleep, tired after the day traveling. I laid on my left side and soon drifted off to sleep.
    I barely awakened to the feel of an arm around my waist, caressing my skin so softly. I pretended to be asleep, unsure as to whether my girlfriend, Sarah, was aware of what she was doing, until her hand moved higher caressing my breasts. I knew Sarah was a lesbian, but she’d never shown any interest in me sexually, but now her hand moved down over my right buttock and gently moved between my legs. I was finding it increasingly hard to fake being asleep because I was becoming increasingly aroused. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my juices were starting to flow as her finger slid between my pussy lips.
    Soon she reached my clit and tenderly massaged it with her finger. I could feel it pulsating and growing beneath her touch. A moan escaped my lips.
    I slowly turned around and Sarah pulled me towards her and kissed my lips so very very gently, obviously being tentative as to whether I wanted to go further. To me, it was turning into a fantasy come true. In turn, I kissed her firmly on her sweet lips.
    She moaned pushing my lips apart with her tongue, which I returned as my pussy pulsated by the second. She caressed my breast, and I begged for her to do it harder. I did the same to her, but she said softer, softer. She whispered she wanted to please me and to tell her what I liked. I told her I loved very rough nipple and breast play and asked her what she liked. She said she needed very tender breast play but loved giving rough play to other girls.
    She pushed me onto my back, grabbed both my breasts hard and squeezed them round and round, up and down before moving onto my long nipples which she twisted and tugged, lowering her mouth and biting each nipple in turn. I reached up and gently caressed her breasts and nipples causing her to groan a loud yes, but in reality I didn’t know if what I was doing was right for a girl. Sarah was so much more dominant sexually than me.
    She flicked the light on and looked into my eyes and said she’d always wanted to fuck me but hadn’t wanted to sabotage our friendship. I was surprised and felt clueless that I hadn’t known, but as she pushed two fingers up my pussy pressing and massaging my g-spot then outright finger fucking me, I knew I wanted sex with her, and not just this once.
    I bucked my hips towards her busy fingers and tentatively touched her between her legs. Her tiny panties were soaked with her juices and I massaged her through them before sliding two fingers underneath and rubbing her hot pussy back and forth hearing her wetness. She roughly slapped my fingers away and told me to do as I was told…..

    C’td part 2….

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    # 68165 - by JuicyLucy / October 18, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 37

    A Long Time Coming I've Found My Lady Friend And Live Sexual Pleasure

    I'm one of several daughters and two brothers. Everyone worked to have spending money, to save for college. As we left high school one went into the service, another became a court reporter. One became a stewardess with fanciful tales of Detroit, Cincinnati, Chicago. I wanted to be a sports reporter. I worked hard to stay fit, was a cheerleader, went to a small campus of a State University. For reasons too many to enumerate, I didn't like jocks, didn't like religious types, didn't like business majors, didn't like Joe, or Sam, or Harry.

    I studied journalism, and went to law school. Not a court lawyer, or patent attorney, or family practice, I settled into commercial law in a corporate law department. I made more money than any of my siblings, was involved in high intellectual issues. I leaned left, smacked back to center as I saw with my own eyes what was said and what was done by politicians.

    I discovered art and photography, gravitated to nude females, both paintings and photography. I hung some on the walls of my bungalow. Nothing erotic. The internet became a habit, beautiful girls engaged in intercourse, pulsating penis penetrations. Always focused on the vulva and vagina. The long necks, the curves of their hips, the breasts and nipples. My nights filled with dreamy penetrations of my imaginary penis and their receptive vulvas. I had found my very own method, rolled up towel, between my legs, my legs hugging a pillow, humping my clitoris into orgasm after orgasm.

    A woman friend photographer, who enjoyed the women's form, had me wax and shave my vulva. Black and white photographs, nude, erotic, fingers reaching, lips parted, near orgasm, orgasmic photographs. I placed some of these in frames, on my nightstand, my hall walls, my bathroom. I turned 35.

    At work I had a woman friend, the Financial Reporting Director. My age, married to a business brainiac, a successful man, who made a lot of money. She and I danced around and around. We became more than friends, but respected our distance. One Saturday I invited her to an afternoon music presentation of a friend, and she had lunch at my house. Her fingers traced my photographs on the wall, on my nightstand, I assured her it was me. She focused intently on my naked vulva, my breasts, my hips. I had to tell her that after the shoot I had let my pubes grow back, she frowned back at me.

    Her response to me, sitting on my couch beside her, is how much her husband would like my photographs. She went further, how much he would enjoy me. I agreed to let him know me, and if he wanted me, he could have me. Anything to please her. Oh, he wanted me, like a ravenous dog wants his meal. Bent in ways I had never experienced, with visions in my mind of those penetrated vulvas, he tore me open until he satisfied his hunger. My friend elated, obsessed with my nakedness, she then enjoyed herself with me.

    My friend enjoys the nudes and photographs, she enjoys the abject internet penetrations, she enjoys long baths together, she enjoys her husband's pleasure. He is not Joe, or Sam or Harry. He's the man that fucks me. And my friend and I enjoy the afterglow of his brutal penetrations.

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    # 68159 - by Janet / October 18, 2023
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 33

    Open Letter To LGBTQ Etc Activists, You Are The Problem Not A Solution

    I do subscribe to the theory that you are born gay or lesbian. I also think that all the other shades are just variations on the theme. Being gay does not mean you can't embrace the straight world. To me it's no different than other aberrations, say hemophiliacs. It is not normal, it is an aberration.

    I'm female, born gay, so lesbian. In my world that was a problem I projected with family, friends snd society. They are supportive, like having cancer, but sure wish it wasn't true. I came out in college, but not a surprise to anybody. I chose, of my free will to marry into a straight world. Be a man's wife.

    I struggle between my duties to my marriage and passing fancies. I struggle with my truth. I chose after a time, not to hide behind my marriage. I am a lesbian, what of it? Is it different than being an athlete or a bookworm, Lutheran or a Catholic? No, it's the same.

    My life is a good life, devoid of the drama foisted on gays by self centered activists. Why they do that? I have my opinion, but others have to open their eyes to it. It hurts gays and lesbians, it never makes their lives better. I have never experienced marginalization, like I said I came out in college. Not from work, or friends, or strangers. Being a lesbian, or tall or short, it is how YOU interact with your friends and neighbors, and strangers.

    I've said my piece, now leave us alone. Go be miserable together, we don't want to join your misery party.

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    # 68117 - by Mary Ellen / October 15, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 32

    I Just Want My Life To Be Normal

    I was a 28 year old Marketing Department proof reader. A new hire, a 24 year old finance girl caught me from the moment I met her. Honestly I was trying hard to move past women. She lived at home in a difficult situation, tripling up with her sisters. First high school graduate, first college graduate. In part she had stayed away from men. I misunderstood, not that she had a lesbian makeup, but because she had been abused sexually by her father. He was on an arrest warrant and took his life. I learned this in a crying and emotional release, I was the first outside her family she talked about it with.

    I felt bad for trying a sexually motivated move on her. Fortunately she missed the pass and took for a genuine interest on my part. She attached herself to me and I had to play big sister. I invited her to move in with me. I slept with her a room away from me. Holding off being sexual or intimate was the worst ever self control exercise.

    My senior boss, mentor, had eyes for me. He decided to visit me, not the first time either. She was there when he wanted me in the bedroom. Rather than fight or resist I went with him. First time I volunteered myself to him. His excitement was palpable and he spent the night with me. Explaining to her wasn't easy. How do you say I'd rather you slept with me?

    When we were told to work from home, this man took it upon himself to check in on me. And get his 'fix' from me. The more he got, the more he wanted, the more he wanted, the easier it was for him to impregnate me. I felt that I was now so distant from her. The home work situation got tighter and tighter, twenty four seven with her, my heart crying inside of me. Alone in bed and her next door to me. Any pretenses of not being in love with her. I broke down and confessed my love for her. She sat next to me, if I was in love with her why had I waited to tell her?

    The next time my male friend came to see me I told him how I felt about her. It was out. Now what?

    I am new at this, how to break the ice with her?, how to stay in my male's good graces? I couldn't very well push him away, stuck in the middle between them. He invited her bed with us, let her initiate who she wanted to be with. A man, after being m****ted, or be lesbian. She cuddled up with him. He took advantage of the situation. After he let go of her she came over to me. Keep him happy, and he won't interfere with us. That was her solution.

    Three years later, with a three year old, she 'lives' with me. Lives as is part of my life. Where the line is drawn between lesbian and accommodation, depends on the day, and how he reads us.

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    # 68073 - by Caroline / October 11, 2023
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    Straight Female / 38

    My Mothers, Sisters At Heart, Lovers, Wives To Each Other

    Backstory, my mom had me at 14, she didn't want to see or hear from my biofather, he joined in the Army and was killed a year later in a training accident. My mother finished high school and we lived with my grandmother.

    When I was ten we went to visit a friend of my mother's. She lived with her husband in a great big house. I walked downstairs to look for my mother and I found her in the kitchen. Her friend was asking her to come live with her, that she loved her, her husband knew about her feelings and my mother could work for him. I walked in when my mother was kissed on the mouth and she told her friend she loved her back. Even at ten I knew that something really strange was going on. The idea of moving there was like a dream come true. I begged my mother to move.

    Slowly I came to realize they were lesbians. They slept together, they got pregnant together. By the time I left for college I had heard it from their lips. My now stepfather seemed not to care, by then I had four new brothers. All along I was raised to be a master at running a home. I was older internally than the girls I met in college. The college boys were worse than just immature. I had nothing to do with them I married a man sixteen years older at twenty four.

    My mothers would have six boys between them. They lived as sisters, slept together, and 'entertained' my stepfather. Not as often as you think, my mother reminded me. It was the cost that they paid, and he was the man having sired six sons.

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    # 68065 - by Gena / October 11, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 62

    It's Frustrating

    As the title says, it's frustrating. I am 62 years old now, a life long lesbian, married for 43 years to the same husband. I got married because I didn't want to lose out on everything. I also had a lot of trouble reconciling my lesbian behavior and feelings with the world out there. I had only one truly lesbian relationship and it was 90% emotional and 10% physical. But that 10% physical took to doing things that we thought were immoral. We didn't want sex with a man, but having sex together was worse, in our minds of the time. We were not sexually liberated.

    My marriage came about because I wanted to get away from home. He was the convenient path out. He was already a grown man to me, 27, an electrician by trade. He said, let's just get in the car and drive till we run out of gas. We got married in Reno. He went to work as maintenance man at a Casino and I went to work as a cocktail waitress. What started as an exciting escape from my other reality soon became a regret and a longing for my family. Can't live with them, can't live without them. But I was married, and not kissing a girl.

    We moved back home. Tail between our legs. My father helped my husband get a job and I went back to school to be a teacher. I got an associates and went to work for the police department. How many men had touched my ass in Reno, pulled me down by the neck to check out my tits (don't wear a bra they want nipples), or run their hand right up between my legs. It was part of the job and the ticket to better tips. All the girls did it, and a lot were prostitutes and strippers. Another world, I didn't tell my family about that part of the job, just that I made a lot tips. When I told my girlfriend about it, she was excited. She wanted to hear all about it. Let me see your tits, she told me, and pulled my blouse down.

    We ended up making out and heavy petting. I had had sex by then with my husband and I told her about him eating me out and so we tried it. The only thing was that there was no intercourse. I told her about it and she wanted to try it.

    For the next forty years we have lived in this world, where I have a husband and I have a girlfriend. It wasn't long before my husband put two and two together. We kept it from our parents, never did 'come out' or anything. Our relationship is 90% emotional and 10% physical. Curiously we became more and more physical as we got older. Grabbing ass and tits became more open. There is something about having sex with my husband and the built up tension to grab her. My husband still performs, just not as often.

    So yes, it is frustrating, loving two people. A man spouse and a woman spouse. I am sure that had it been now she and I would have married. She works in Social Services for the County, I was a dispatcher for the police department. My husband got his license as a Master Electrician and worked for the Prison. I see her and all I want to do is 'grab them tits and kiss her'. Sorry, it's true.

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    # 68043 - by Tara / October 10, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 46

    Just Another Story About Being Lesbian In America

    So many gay confessions, older men and women discovering that side of them. It doesn't surprise me, I met a lot of women in my life who I was sure had enjoyed or did enjoy being sexually close with another women. Housewives, mothers of my students. I also have a sixth sense for lesbian girls. I am a girl's tennis coach, now we have to say women's tennis coach but these girls aren't women, at a private secondary school for wealthy families. I was one of those girls when I was in the tenth grade. Scared of pussy, deathly afraid of dick.

    My story is one of early pregnancy and active discovery only when I went to college. I grew up in a Catholic community, Catholic family, Catholic life. Communion, and telling the priest of your sins, like not helping my mother in the kitchen. I never divulged my feelings for Sarah or for that girl Carla who everyone knew was a dyke. In the tenth grade I had a very definite type of girl I liked, athletic, self assured, nice. The girl every boy dreamed of and every mother showed off.

    My sister, I have four sisters and three brothers, she worked as a cashier at a bank in NYC. She had moved there for the action. She had always been promiscuous. If you grew up where we did you were promiscuous. She drew boys to her and they were promiscuous too. She invited me to come spend the long weekend with her in the City. She was 24. No one in our family had been to college, we were solidly blue collar, the men worked for the highway department.

    The party we went to was a typical of the time, all the girls were from blue collar families and the men were upper class with fancy college degrees. This was their chance, if only, get pregnant and get married and move up the ladder. My 24 year old sister was already late, the new 19 year olds had the guys' attention. She was desperate. She let this married guy fuck her. And then she did what she did. She told him he could have me. My mother had told her to get me laid, get some friend of hers to fuck me, don't let me come home a virgin. An older guy, a grown man, a man with a family. They saw something in me they didn't like. I needed that fucked out of me.

    I was a virgin in all the ways you are a virgin, most of it between my ears. Watching my sister get fucked, and this naked man looking at me, and my sister offering me to him as a sacrifice, and him fucking me. My sister, still naked, crawling around me, checking to make sure his dick was inside me, pinching my nipples to get me wetter for him, sucking his dick when he fell off me. She checked to make sure that semen was leaking out of my vagina, spread open, angry that I hadn't been nice to him.

    He was from a very rich family, had a family, and they couldn't afford a scandal. My sister was his lover girl, but I got pregnant. The family paid hush money, don't tell anyone, and she can go to college. That's how I went to college and became a tennis coach for girls and surrounded myself daily with as much pussy as possible. I hated dicks, my daughter was there to remind me. She didn't come live with me until she was eleven, she had been raised by my mother.

    My daughter followed pretty much in line like my sisters, she liked dick, and got pregnant and got married. That's the ways girls get engaged in the town I grew up. I got pregnant but didn't get married. My older sister finally did marry a divorced banker and she had her family when she was a lot older, 28.

    Me, well I'm strictly into pussy. I know better than trying any of that young pussy around me. My lover girl, woman, was a cheerleader in her high school, she studied English and teaches at another all girl's private high school. She's tall and handsome, gay girls aren't pretty. She is very athletic and we live in multifamily community with tennis courts, and a lot of other gay women. We don't hang around dicks, especially gay dicks. No, we surround ourselves around pussy.

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    # 68012 - by Mary Eugene / October 8, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 58

    Born Female

    with so much discussion as to what's male what's female, I will join in. I'm female, I have a uterus, developed breasts which can and have produced milk, i have clitoris, and i have female emotions. i never felt female per se. from the earliest i was competitive and did better with males than with females. you never saw me in the kitchen, i was with my father and the men around the chess board.

    i don't recall ever during my development years having developed a crush on a male. i had friends, but no crushes. i did have jealous attachments to females, i never recognized them as crushes. one such attachment has lasted for over thirty years. we outgrew the sex part and are now in the deep platonic zone. in college i had a friend from venezuela who force ate my pussy, my first orgasm. but i didn't like her. i have always since my earliest had a huge attraction to curves and breasts. the art in my home is all female form and some is nude. i have one original of a nude girl in repose that is over my son's bed. i loved the female nude body. just ask my husband, i have dragged him through all sorts of museums to see nudes. in fact on one trip to france i forced him to face the painting of L'Origine du monde. A beautiful full expression of woman's open vulva. my husband said it was obscene i think its magnifique. i love pussy pictures.

    as to my husband. I didn't ask for it for sure. i was held down by the neck which i had no defense for. i was screaming at him and to shut me up he fucked me. i shut up. not what he said or what he did, he shut me up with his stare. i was well aware that i was no match for an angry male like him. it's not R unless you call it R. it was my introduction to a male in heat for me. i crawled off the bed and he sent me to get him a cold glass of water. i returned covering myself with my blouse which he promptly discarded. naked. he wanted to see me naked. then he fucked me again. i learned that men need their women to be naked.

    i married him three years later out of some sort of submission. it was submission because it not only brought him to my bed it put me in the kitchen. five years later he complained that i had not even tried to get pregnant. after several weeks of having discarded the bc i lay on my back following his eyes as he approached to impregnate me. if that isn't submission what is. women submit to men it's just that when it's your turn it's a whole head trip you have to get used to. i still submit to him, he can shut me up with a look. zip i'm not talking.

    i was forty something when i acknowledged to myself that as female as i was i was a lesbian. and my love interest was my friend who i love dearly. one only pussy eating but it was an all in lesbian pussy eating. i just didn't like that girl. my husband has for a long time let my relationship with my friend exist and flourish. during a particularly hard time financially for her she lived with us for three years one hundred percent supported by my husband. he knows she is my most important human on earth, other than him and my kids.

    our sexual activity has diminished considerably, to non existent. he has had a series of young office girls, some i like some i don't. one girl in particular was near and dear to me but she made some real bad judgement calls and it was best if she dealt with her problems herself. so sad. i have another favorite. she loves to cook and we cook sunday meals and holiday meals. she loves to set the table and decorate and we spend a lot of quality time together. my passion joins us for every holiday and most sundays. we sit across from each other and my husband's love interest sits beside him where he can hold her hand when he is talking. oh, she is so beautiful. and her love eyes for him, hmmmm.

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    # 68006 - by Greta / October 7, 2023
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 22

    My First Full On Affair

    I'm in an office affair. She is married and has two teenage kids. She was my first friend when I got this job and she made sure I had a lunch partner and didn't eat alone. She is the General Counsel, or GC of the company. She is 38 and according to her telling she has been queer from day one. She eats pussy. She is pretty aggressive in bed and she initiates sex. I guess I'm more of a pillow princess, I like her making love to me. Unlike her, this is my first queer experience. Not my first kiss, but my first full on queer experience.

    Her husband is also a lawyer, twelve years older than her and she met him at work and he got her pregnant. She married him because of that and said goodbye to the queer girl and settled down to be a wife. But that lasted long enough to have two kids but by the time they were in preschool she was fucking the teacher. I'm a passing fancy, learning how to be a queer from her. Her goal for me is to get married and have two kids, so she is continuously looking for a suitable husband for me. She won't rest until she sees me safely married.

    Being new in town she referred me to her OBGYN, who is also queer. Us queers need to stick together, but really. If you are queer you should have a queer doctor. She should be the one that takes care of you during your pregnancies.

    Over the weekend she had me stay with her, in her room with her. Her kids know that Mommy sometimes has to have a girlfriend over. Her kids are 13 and 15 and they know their Mommy is queer. The risk you take is that the Big Bad Bear might come around and mistake you for a snack and fuck you. So far she has kept the Bear away.

    I'm not sure about the getting married and having kids and already at 22 having an OBGYN lined up, and sleeping in a bed with a Bear clawing at the door. I don't want to get fucked.

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    # 67976 - by Loretta / October 6, 2023
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