My Dyke Girlfriend And I Make Room For This Man

I grew up in a nothing town on the Texas Louisiana border. My father was a drunk and unemployed and my mother worked as a secretary at a small oilfield machinery repair shop. I grew up somewhere in the middle, unnoticed. My mother got involved, that was the word that was used when my father killed himself, she got involved with one of the men where she worked and he surprised them, he was on top of her with his dick in her vagina and when he pulled the guy off my mother, she called him a good for noting and other demeaning and derogatory names. He killed himself. I was nine and I was sitting in the closet watching while that man had his dick in my mother's vagina.

For the rest of the years until I left home my mother was fucked by that man, She liked it and she washed her pussy when she was going to go out with him hoping he would eat her out before fucking her. I saw him eat her out a whole bunch of times, my mother really liked that. Of course she liked him fucking her too. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. menstruation, thirteen, my tits were too big and I needed another bra, fourteen, fifteen, I sucked the dick of the boy who lived across the street, sixteen, my mother's boyfriend came close to fucking me, my mother stopped him before he could stick his dick in my vagina. Seventeen, eighteen, I left and joined the Navy.

In the Navy my true self surfaced, so many women, young, sexual, women who wanted pussy, and the women who wanted them. I was one of the women who wanted one of those 'dykes'. I wanted her so bad I ignored the fact that she didn't have a dick. She had a clit. And she fucked me so good I was willing to wipe her butt. She was a total dyke and when she had finished her four years she took me with her. I loved how she ate my pussy and I loved her shaved pussy and tits. She didn't need a dick, she had a clit.

She had saved some money and I had a little bit too and we decided to take a safari to Africa before getting jobs in the world. We went on this not too expensive Safari in Kenya. We were told by this woman that being gay in Kenya was a real bad thing and not behave gay, not hold hands, not kiss and whatever we did sleep in our own tent, don't sleep together. A man was on that same Safari, with his wife. He pressed me and wanted to talk to me and his wife just ignored the fact that he was hitting on me. It got pretty obvious to everyone and my girlfriend decided that she had to put an end to it. I don't think he had ever fucked a dyke, it's not like any normal woman, she is not going to be submissive and she is strong and knows how to fight. But he fucked her anyway. She had never been fucked and forced into submission. He fucked her in his tent, the one that he slept in with his wife.

The next day the four of us went on Safari together, with a guide. She sat in the back with his wife and I sat up front with him and the driver. He talked to me the whole time, showed me how to shoot pictures, he was almost a professional, so much so that the guide told everyone in camp about his pictures. We saw all kind of animals and he talked to me about the natural order of things and that there weren't any dyke lesbians in the bush. A female is a female is a female, and she comes into heat the strongest male is going to fuck her, Period. And if she doesn't want to come into heat the male will force her into heat with his aggressiveness and by overpowering her. Hence my girlfriend got fucked. And he wanted to know if I was going to be peaceable, just be assured that by the time the sun rose the next morning he was going to fuck me. It's the law of the jungle.

My girlfriend spent the day with his wife, still nursing her feelings. She was nice to her and told her that she should never have tried to dominate him, she got what she deserved. It was like that out there in the bush. I didn't try anything, I went down like the little sub that I am, his dick was so much better than I could have imagined, my first dick, and I told my girlfriend that she should feel lucky. Sure she felt lucky, she was a 100% sure she was never going to be fucked by a man. Bad luck then. Now she was fucked. When the sun came up I turned over and his wife had gotten in bed with us too, and she had to make room for me to fit between them. (I would later learn that her fantasy was watching him fuck other women. I knew the feeling, I watched my mother get fucked for almost all my growing up years.)

Our week went by fast and my girlfriend and I went back to start our life after the Navy. He gave us some of his Safari pictures and gave me a carving of a woman on her back holding her legs apart, to remind me. After a couple of months he called and said his wife and him wanted me to travel with them. I wanted to go and when I met up with them I lay on my back and hold my legs apart for him and she watches and plays with my breasts and kisses me and sometimes when she is very hungry I lay on my back and hold my legs apart for her. She's not a dyke, she just loves me and my pussy.

My girlfriend came out and met us in Marseille where we caught a sailboat for a tour in the Mediterranean. He opened her pussy for him. We are free to have as much sex as we want. Until he invokes the law of the jungle.