We Had Dreams And Then He Huffed And He Puffed And Blew The House Down
This is from when we were all young. I had just declared myself to my friend and she declared herself to me. We were just 22. In those days it wasn't like today, these things you kept to yourself. She lived with her parents and I lived in an apartment with three other girls. There wasn't anywhere where we could go and be alone.
At my work was a guy who was thirty, we had just celebrated his birthday at work, and he had a condo of his own. He had confronted me and told me he thought I was a lesbian, which I denied. He could tell because I had never had a boyfriend and the way I looked at other women at work. He had told me that I liked tits and he took me more or less against my will to a cheap men's club and paid for girls to give me table dances. He was sure I was a lesbian after that.
And so when I had this problem of finding a place to be alone with my new girlfriend I asked him if I could borrow the apartment so we could be alone. I made him swear to me that there weren't any cameras. I forgot to ask him to give me his key. We went there on a Friday after lunch, because we got Friday afternoon's off. We were in the middle of making love for the first time when he walked in. He got undressed and forced himself in bed with us and got on top of me and he was done in a couple of minutes. He turned to my girlfriend and said, now you, and he got on top of her until he was done. He told us that he was going to use that bed for conception.
He used us to conceive for him. We both delivered him daughters, so he said we had to go again. The next round we delivered sons. So we were ok then. But he didn't use the bed only for conception, he used the bed with us all the time. With our bellies hanging under us, sitting on his dick, kissing and rubbing us down. He liked to watch us make love. He got very horny when we did and he would take us apart and left us holding our breath. We liked making love for him, and liked it better when he came for us to have sex. The fact that we had both given him a boy and a girl just made it even better. I should add that we had both had our two children before we turned 27.
We were young and horny all the time. For a period of time we switched working, so one of us could always be home. His work was just a few minutes away so he came home for lunch every day, and a quickie before he went back to work. We had researched, as much as you could back then, on lesbian ways to make love. There wasn't the books or the internet. Most lesbians learned from older more experienced lesbians, but we were both just as ignorant of lesbian ways other than 'straight' sex. It didn't matter, we had figured out oral sex early, and we were always wanting him to get in and finish with us.
When the girls got to be around seven he told us he wanted girls, with bows in their curly hair. We dressed the girls in feminine dress and that's the way they wore their hair. They used pierced ears when they were two and always wore earrings or studs when they left the house. He dressed us too, he wanted us to show off our curves and to dress to kill. He liked us with j*welry so we had a lot of j*welry we shared, and we had a closet full of shoes. He wanted feminine, we were feminine for him. The girls too.
As to the boys, they were a lot more rambunctious. One day at my brother's house I walked into find them in the back yard with the dog. It was wet and muddy, and they were holding onto the dogs tail as he ran around the perimeter of the yard. Yes, he wanted firemen, or mechanical engineers like him. That's the way it was around our house. He didn't care if we sat together or that we slept in a spoon. He didn't care that we kissed and held hands. As far as he was concerned we could be all we wanted to be, as long as dinner was ready on time.
Our daughters graduated from high school and went on to college. Our sons followed a year later and the house was empty. He said we should conceive again, get some of that pitter patter back in the house. We were forty and we told him that was not a good idea, and he was going to be fifty. We went on to say that sooner than he imagined the girls would be bringing home babies of their own. The bed we slept in all these years was in his word for conception.
And that's why at our age we have kids in grade school, grandkids and son's in law. Our sons are going from flower to flower to see which one they like and want to bring home.
