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Wet Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 28
I Really Do Like A Real Man Too,
I was heavy for a girl, 5' 3" and weigh 145 pounds. I have small boobs for my frame and big hips. Baby making hips. I started puberty at 13 and spent my teen years with acne and bad esteem. I didn't date or masturbate. I kept to myself, I read books of every kind, everyone expected me to grow up to be a teacher or a librarian. I went to the small teacher's college 30 miles from home. I graduated from college never having inserted anything into my vagina, not a tampon or my fingers. I stopped going to the doctor when I was 14. I had crooked teeth and bad breath. And oily hair. Librarian sounded good, you don't have to talk to anyone.
I met a person at the school where I was hired. She was a physics and math teacher. Short hair, boxy build, she was a man without a dick. It wasn't a surprise that her nickname at school was Mr. Susman. She was a ball buster, she hated men. I mean hated, don't get me started. It's like she was born without a dick and she blamed men for it. She hated her period. She was 32 when I met her. She got the hots for me and took me to her house and stripped me. It was the first time I was naked like that, being looked at for sex. She was ashamed that she didn't have a dick, she had this strap on instead. I got fucked by a strap on.
I know she was a headcase, but it was my first time and I tasted her and couldn't stop. I don't know if it was the smell of her, or the taste of her, or the smooth wetness of her, or the juices that just kept coming out of her vagina. She had a sensitive clit. Touching it was painful to her, so it had to be indirect, pushing down on her mound with my hand. She cleaned me up, literally. Hair cut, nails done, shaving me in the right places, my legs, my pits, and she shave me until she liked me. She put me on a diet and I lost 35 pounds. I used makeup. From a weed to a flower.
She told me about how she grew up. She was a tomboy I guess, until she couldn't hide it anymore, she has nice tits for a woman her size and of course her bulge wasn't there, just a crotch that disappeared between her legs. No dick. She was born without a dick. But she had an overabundance of testosterone for a girl. She was put on hormone treatments in her teens but she quit when she left home. Became a man without a dick.
I told her I didn't want to be fucked by a strap on. It hurt and did nothing for me. But I did want to be fucked with a dick, a real dick, by a real man. Just to try, to know. She told me it wouldn't matter, she had tried and it was overvalued. Just stick with her and we would do something else, no strap on. Until COVID shut us down.
Down the hall in my complex lived a man alone. I invited him to come to a homecooked meal. I told him I was hungry for a dick. I wanted to try. I would cook him a homecooked meal and he would let me have his dick. He liked my cooking and I liked his dick. We spent a lot of time together during those long months and I learned to like his dick in all its forms. As to him being a man, it wasn't any different than Mr. Susman from school. Except she didn't have a dick.
I can't say that I don't like Mr. Susman, I mean that's a good thing right. I do like the real thing though. And I like having him around. Mr. Susman doesn't like him and he doesn't like Mr. Susman so I never have them over together.
I met a person at the school where I was hired. She was a physics and math teacher. Short hair, boxy build, she was a man without a dick. It wasn't a surprise that her nickname at school was Mr. Susman. She was a ball buster, she hated men. I mean hated, don't get me started. It's like she was born without a dick and she blamed men for it. She hated her period. She was 32 when I met her. She got the hots for me and took me to her house and stripped me. It was the first time I was naked like that, being looked at for sex. She was ashamed that she didn't have a dick, she had this strap on instead. I got fucked by a strap on.
I know she was a headcase, but it was my first time and I tasted her and couldn't stop. I don't know if it was the smell of her, or the taste of her, or the smooth wetness of her, or the juices that just kept coming out of her vagina. She had a sensitive clit. Touching it was painful to her, so it had to be indirect, pushing down on her mound with my hand. She cleaned me up, literally. Hair cut, nails done, shaving me in the right places, my legs, my pits, and she shave me until she liked me. She put me on a diet and I lost 35 pounds. I used makeup. From a weed to a flower.
She told me about how she grew up. She was a tomboy I guess, until she couldn't hide it anymore, she has nice tits for a woman her size and of course her bulge wasn't there, just a crotch that disappeared between her legs. No dick. She was born without a dick. But she had an overabundance of testosterone for a girl. She was put on hormone treatments in her teens but she quit when she left home. Became a man without a dick.
I told her I didn't want to be fucked by a strap on. It hurt and did nothing for me. But I did want to be fucked with a dick, a real dick, by a real man. Just to try, to know. She told me it wouldn't matter, she had tried and it was overvalued. Just stick with her and we would do something else, no strap on. Until COVID shut us down.
Down the hall in my complex lived a man alone. I invited him to come to a homecooked meal. I told him I was hungry for a dick. I wanted to try. I would cook him a homecooked meal and he would let me have his dick. He liked my cooking and I liked his dick. We spent a lot of time together during those long months and I learned to like his dick in all its forms. As to him being a man, it wasn't any different than Mr. Susman from school. Except she didn't have a dick.
I can't say that I don't like Mr. Susman, I mean that's a good thing right. I do like the real thing though. And I like having him around. Mr. Susman doesn't like him and he doesn't like Mr. Susman so I never have them over together.
