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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 58
We Are Happy Normal Wholesome Lesbians Together Since College
College girls in 1985 I went to a party and a guy got on me on the living room floor. There was very loud music and lots of pot and booze and he got my pants down enough, and got his down enough. I fought him, tried to buck him off, I scratched his face and he slapped my face. He got his penis in me, I kept trying to buck him off. A girl got on his back and tried to pull him off. He grabbed her and tossed her across the room, pulled my pants all the way off and got back on me. She got on his back but it wasn't any use, he fucked me while she rode his back and tried to choke him. When he got off of me, after he had cum inside of me, she called him an Ass Hole and used my panties to clean me up.
That night I slept with her. She showed me her pussy, all nice and clean and totally shaved and asked me to eat her out. I ate pussy for the first time the night I got fucked for the first time. Pussy was so much better. She rubbed her face in my breasts, laid back to get kissed. She smelled so good, not like the Ass Hole that fucked me. She had small tits, but very tender and delicious. We made out for hours, ate pussy all night. We woke up late the next morning, still naked and sticky and showered together. I had met my girlfriend, the first girl I would fall in love with. The first girl I ate, the first girl I kissed. We were both lesbians, and didn't know it till that night when that Ass Hole fucked me.
Out in the grassy area in front of the Registrar Building, she laid her head in my lap and I caressed her sweet face and told her I loved her. She told her friends that she was the wife because she cleaned the toilet and made the bed. She went fem on me over night, sweet soft blouses, no bra just a camisole, she has very small tits. She wore soft girly panties and dresses and skirts. She wore earrings and rings on her fingers. She held my hand when we walked. Lesbians on campus were not out that much, but we met them, once they knew we were lesbians.
There were the early activists lesbian feminist and there were the wholesome lesbians, we were the wholesome type. So I had a wife and she had a wife. Neither one of us had any interest in being a guy or much worse a butch or a dyke. At a midnight get together of lesbians we got married by the this woman from Oregon. She married three couples that night. We exchanged rings and wore our hair up with flowers around our neck and a Chrysanthemum in our hair. We kissed when she said for us to kiss, kiss the bride meant I kissed the bride and she kissed the bride. We were brides, and wives, girlfriends. In our lives there would be no butch no dyke no man.
We didn't tell our parents, didn't tell anyone really. We wore our rings and lived together and cleaned the bathroom together and folded laundry, We were raised by mothers who taught us to be housewives, we were housewives together. Our apartment was decorated and nice and always clean and picked up. We took cooking lessons and hosted football parties when our school played out of town. We had lesbian girlfriends, and regular girlfriends. No guys. No dicks. No one was getting fucked at our parties. Girls only, meant just that GIRLS ONLY.
We finished school in 1987 and went off into the real world to get jobs. I worked for a Utility and they sent me to get a Master's in Tax and I became a tax accountant. My wife drifted off into art and she produced very good work. It sold, which is always a good sign. It was time for us to get serious and we looked the Ass Hole up that had fucked me and told him he now had to perform his manly duties and knock me up. There was no crying or screaming, just a long night of loving after he left. Fortunately when you are young you are very fertile and I got pregnant after three tries. I was the wife, the mother to be. Being pregnant really brought the woman out in me.
We debated about my wife getting pregnant herself, but in the end it wasn't to be. She had a problem that had remained hidden. Her eggs weren't viable. That left the whole mother role up to me. We wanted a big family, not just one. So Ass Hole had to come back and perform his manly duties again and again until we had our four kids.
Y2K came and went and we lived in the city, not 'the city'. We had our house with a great big loft for her art and she stayed home while I climbed the corporate ladder. In the company I worked for everyone knew we were lesbians and no one gave a damn. We were invited to weddings and baby showers. Our lives revolved around women. Women, real wholesome women, wives and mothers and lesbians, teachers and singers. Women. We didn't really associate with men, other than work.
In 2017 we got married and made our way to Lesbos for a honeymoon. Why not?
That night I slept with her. She showed me her pussy, all nice and clean and totally shaved and asked me to eat her out. I ate pussy for the first time the night I got fucked for the first time. Pussy was so much better. She rubbed her face in my breasts, laid back to get kissed. She smelled so good, not like the Ass Hole that fucked me. She had small tits, but very tender and delicious. We made out for hours, ate pussy all night. We woke up late the next morning, still naked and sticky and showered together. I had met my girlfriend, the first girl I would fall in love with. The first girl I ate, the first girl I kissed. We were both lesbians, and didn't know it till that night when that Ass Hole fucked me.
Out in the grassy area in front of the Registrar Building, she laid her head in my lap and I caressed her sweet face and told her I loved her. She told her friends that she was the wife because she cleaned the toilet and made the bed. She went fem on me over night, sweet soft blouses, no bra just a camisole, she has very small tits. She wore soft girly panties and dresses and skirts. She wore earrings and rings on her fingers. She held my hand when we walked. Lesbians on campus were not out that much, but we met them, once they knew we were lesbians.
There were the early activists lesbian feminist and there were the wholesome lesbians, we were the wholesome type. So I had a wife and she had a wife. Neither one of us had any interest in being a guy or much worse a butch or a dyke. At a midnight get together of lesbians we got married by the this woman from Oregon. She married three couples that night. We exchanged rings and wore our hair up with flowers around our neck and a Chrysanthemum in our hair. We kissed when she said for us to kiss, kiss the bride meant I kissed the bride and she kissed the bride. We were brides, and wives, girlfriends. In our lives there would be no butch no dyke no man.
We didn't tell our parents, didn't tell anyone really. We wore our rings and lived together and cleaned the bathroom together and folded laundry, We were raised by mothers who taught us to be housewives, we were housewives together. Our apartment was decorated and nice and always clean and picked up. We took cooking lessons and hosted football parties when our school played out of town. We had lesbian girlfriends, and regular girlfriends. No guys. No dicks. No one was getting fucked at our parties. Girls only, meant just that GIRLS ONLY.
We finished school in 1987 and went off into the real world to get jobs. I worked for a Utility and they sent me to get a Master's in Tax and I became a tax accountant. My wife drifted off into art and she produced very good work. It sold, which is always a good sign. It was time for us to get serious and we looked the Ass Hole up that had fucked me and told him he now had to perform his manly duties and knock me up. There was no crying or screaming, just a long night of loving after he left. Fortunately when you are young you are very fertile and I got pregnant after three tries. I was the wife, the mother to be. Being pregnant really brought the woman out in me.
We debated about my wife getting pregnant herself, but in the end it wasn't to be. She had a problem that had remained hidden. Her eggs weren't viable. That left the whole mother role up to me. We wanted a big family, not just one. So Ass Hole had to come back and perform his manly duties again and again until we had our four kids.
Y2K came and went and we lived in the city, not 'the city'. We had our house with a great big loft for her art and she stayed home while I climbed the corporate ladder. In the company I worked for everyone knew we were lesbians and no one gave a damn. We were invited to weddings and baby showers. Our lives revolved around women. Women, real wholesome women, wives and mothers and lesbians, teachers and singers. Women. We didn't really associate with men, other than work.
In 2017 we got married and made our way to Lesbos for a honeymoon. Why not?
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