Bi-Sexual Female / 32
A couple of different events that happened growing up that marked my life.
First one, I was eleven, I was raised on a ranch and we raised horses. That day, it was fall, I wanted to ride up into the high country, so my mother sent Pablo with me. Pablo was a ranch hand that had worked for my family since long before I was born. He was old, but not that old. We rode up to this one spot that overlooked a small pond and the mountains across the valley.
I was off my horse and he came up from behind and put his arms around me and picked me up off the ground and started to whisper things to me in Spanish. With one arm he held me up in the air and with his free hand he grabbed my crotch. He was kissing on my neck and cheeks and he got my face around and he kissed my mouth. He grabbed my crotch real hard and was using his fingers to get me hot. He was still kissing me and he started to say FUCK in English, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he would say while he fingered me through my blue jeans.
I was being swung back and forth slowly, and I could see the whole panorama across the valley, the sun in the afternoon, the pond with the sun shining on it, the trees, I held on to his arm as tight as I could while he kissed my cheeks and lips. He repeated a lot in Spanish.
He let go of my crotch and used that hand to undo his pants and push them down, then he started to undo my pants. My naked legs were slowly swinging from side to side and his fingers went deep into my vagina. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he said and he laid me down and Fuck, Fuck, Fuck he gave me his penis. I could see the sky and the clouds, holding on to his shoulders, and his head moved from side to side while he kissed my neck and face and lips. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck he kept it up and I held onto him with both arms.
When he was done, he stood up to pull up his pants and he looked down on me and said I was Chula, which knew meant pretty. After he got his pants put together again he helped me get my pants back on. He gave me a long kiss and put his finger on my lips and told me that we had a secret. I went to him often to get kissed and felt up, and if we could get away we would go and just fuck, fuck, fuck.
Second event that happened growing up.
I had been sent to France when I was 16, to get culture. I was on a school tour, with six other kids and two chaperones. There were four girls and two boys. We were all classmates so we knew each other. I shared a room with one of the girls, Ana. She was mostly Italian and had dark eyes and black hair, but she was white and she was very pretty. Lots of guys went for her, but she was difficult and wouldn't give in to them. One night, we were still jet lagged so we were wide awake, I went and got in her bed and we started talking. We talked about sex and I told her in a top secret way, that I had sex with this ranch hand that looked after me. She called me a liar, so I told her some of the things we did. I described sucking him and how it felt when he fucked me. I was convincing enough that she finally agreed that what I was telling her was true.
For the rest of the trip, either I or she would jump in the other bed and we got ourselves horny talking about Pedro (although I never told her his name). I would show her how he got on me, how he kissed me, how he felt me up, and I showed her how he went down on me. She liked that and she liked being felt up, and she liked being kissed. And after a couple of times of me going down on her, she went down on me. For the next two weeks we went after each other with everything we had, we could kiss and make out for hours, feeling each other and going down. As it turned out, we were both pretty much on the same cycle, and we were free to enjoy ourselves the whole trip.
She became serious when we got back, and it was obvious that as pretty as she was, there wasn't going to a boy getting close to her. I took her with me to our ranch over the Spring Break, and one night we went outside and walked over to this secluded area and I held her tight and told her about Pablo while I kissed her cheeks, neck and mouth. I got my hand in her pants and I would whisper Fuck, Fuck, Fuck to her and she would tell me she hated Pablo as we lay in the moonlight and kissed and made out.
I stayed Pablo's girlfriend until long after I left home, until we were no longer able to get things going. He got older, and one day he told me that he thought he was 70. I have stayed girlfriends with Ana well past the time that most high school lovers fall apart. Ana lives in Denver and runs an interior design firm and I live in Denver and run the ranch's business from there. We have thought about moving out to the ranch to live, but we have agreed that we will wait until Pablo has moved on to his rewards in Heaven. It is just to weird for her to be around Pablo knowing he is the one man in my life.
First one, I was eleven, I was raised on a ranch and we raised horses. That day, it was fall, I wanted to ride up into the high country, so my mother sent Pablo with me. Pablo was a ranch hand that had worked for my family since long before I was born. He was old, but not that old. We rode up to this one spot that overlooked a small pond and the mountains across the valley.
I was off my horse and he came up from behind and put his arms around me and picked me up off the ground and started to whisper things to me in Spanish. With one arm he held me up in the air and with his free hand he grabbed my crotch. He was kissing on my neck and cheeks and he got my face around and he kissed my mouth. He grabbed my crotch real hard and was using his fingers to get me hot. He was still kissing me and he started to say FUCK in English, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he would say while he fingered me through my blue jeans.
I was being swung back and forth slowly, and I could see the whole panorama across the valley, the sun in the afternoon, the pond with the sun shining on it, the trees, I held on to his arm as tight as I could while he kissed my cheeks and lips. He repeated a lot in Spanish.
He let go of my crotch and used that hand to undo his pants and push them down, then he started to undo my pants. My naked legs were slowly swinging from side to side and his fingers went deep into my vagina. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he said and he laid me down and Fuck, Fuck, Fuck he gave me his penis. I could see the sky and the clouds, holding on to his shoulders, and his head moved from side to side while he kissed my neck and face and lips. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck he kept it up and I held onto him with both arms.
When he was done, he stood up to pull up his pants and he looked down on me and said I was Chula, which knew meant pretty. After he got his pants put together again he helped me get my pants back on. He gave me a long kiss and put his finger on my lips and told me that we had a secret. I went to him often to get kissed and felt up, and if we could get away we would go and just fuck, fuck, fuck.
Second event that happened growing up.
I had been sent to France when I was 16, to get culture. I was on a school tour, with six other kids and two chaperones. There were four girls and two boys. We were all classmates so we knew each other. I shared a room with one of the girls, Ana. She was mostly Italian and had dark eyes and black hair, but she was white and she was very pretty. Lots of guys went for her, but she was difficult and wouldn't give in to them. One night, we were still jet lagged so we were wide awake, I went and got in her bed and we started talking. We talked about sex and I told her in a top secret way, that I had sex with this ranch hand that looked after me. She called me a liar, so I told her some of the things we did. I described sucking him and how it felt when he fucked me. I was convincing enough that she finally agreed that what I was telling her was true.
For the rest of the trip, either I or she would jump in the other bed and we got ourselves horny talking about Pedro (although I never told her his name). I would show her how he got on me, how he kissed me, how he felt me up, and I showed her how he went down on me. She liked that and she liked being felt up, and she liked being kissed. And after a couple of times of me going down on her, she went down on me. For the next two weeks we went after each other with everything we had, we could kiss and make out for hours, feeling each other and going down. As it turned out, we were both pretty much on the same cycle, and we were free to enjoy ourselves the whole trip.
She became serious when we got back, and it was obvious that as pretty as she was, there wasn't going to a boy getting close to her. I took her with me to our ranch over the Spring Break, and one night we went outside and walked over to this secluded area and I held her tight and told her about Pablo while I kissed her cheeks, neck and mouth. I got my hand in her pants and I would whisper Fuck, Fuck, Fuck to her and she would tell me she hated Pablo as we lay in the moonlight and kissed and made out.
I stayed Pablo's girlfriend until long after I left home, until we were no longer able to get things going. He got older, and one day he told me that he thought he was 70. I have stayed girlfriends with Ana well past the time that most high school lovers fall apart. Ana lives in Denver and runs an interior design firm and I live in Denver and run the ranch's business from there. We have thought about moving out to the ranch to live, but we have agreed that we will wait until Pablo has moved on to his rewards in Heaven. It is just to weird for her to be around Pablo knowing he is the one man in my life.
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