Lesbian Female / 62
Back Then The Rules Were Different
I was an inexperienced lesbian girl in college. I knew I was lesbian, I had deep hard crushes on girls since high school and I dreamt of kissing with them. But I had no real experience. The closest I had come was with my student teacher in English who kissed me, but that's as far as it went. So when I found myself cornered by a guy at a party I felt uncomfortable.
He kept touching me, every time he said something he touched me, he even reached over and pushed up my boob with his finger. I looked around for someone to save me, but everyone was busy with someone else, and anyway a guy putting the move on a girl in the kitchen didn't attract attention. He pushed his hand into my crotch and grabbed me by the 'pussy' and told me he was horny as shit and he wanted to fuck me.
He pulled me up the stairs by the wrist, I almost tripped and fell. He shoved me into a room and kicked out the couple that was there and told me he wanted it all, tits and ass and pussy. He wanted it all. I almost got away, but he grabbed me by the waist and threw me around back on the bed and told me to get my pants off, he wanted to fuck, his erection was ready. It didn't hurt, somehow I was wet and he slipped right it and made himself at home in my vagina. Now when I fuck, he told me, I expect you to fuck back. He ignored me, or maybe I thought it and never said anything, but I did get pregnant.
I got fucked by him, and my sister laughed at me, I was finally getting what I deserved, someone to lord it over me, to shut me up, to fuck me, to be the boss of me. Someone I had to make coffee for, someone I had to serve at the picnic. Someone who could put his hand up between my legs or grab me by the ass in public. My sister loved it, the more he fucked me the more she loved it, and that he had blown me up, knocked me up, gotten me pregnant just made it funnier and worth it.
I got married with my sister and her then boyfriend as witnesses. We didn't tell my parents until after I was married, tell them that I was pregnant and married. My mother didn't like my husband, my father felt like he had me where he wanted me and I was going to learn to serve and obey. I had finally run into the man who broke me, and knocked me up. I deserved every little bit of order he imposed on me.
My sister and I had to arrange our classes in order to take care of the baby. My sister lived with me and my husband, to save money and not rent two apartments. My sister talked out loud about what it felt like to have to sleep with a man and suck his dick to keep him happy. My sister made sure I was the one cooking, with a baby at the tit, barefoot in the kitchen. She loved it, relished it. All I could say was wait, one day a man is going to fuck you and make you serve him. That man turned out to be a man ten years older getting a second PhD.
My sister fell into the role immediately, she showed him he was boss by licking his penis and bending over for him to fuck her. They never closed the door so we could hear them, and she insisted on walking into my room without notice and catch us in the act. She has this need, that had never left her, she loves to watch my husband impose himself physically on me.
As it turned out my husband was a high earner and we lived a nice life with two kids in the suburbs. He traveled a lot and I stayed home to keep the fires burning and when he came home, sometimes I could feel that he had had sex with a woman somewhere. It is the way he fucked me when he came home, after cheating.
My husband has always had girlfriends, all over the place, young ones, others his own age, some he fucks others he just takes care of. I lost count, except for that one he cared for. Tina, who worked for him and after all these years is still his girlfriend. We know each other because that's the way it is, here, meet Tina she is mine, and this is Maya, she is mine. You all be friends now, well why don't you be sisters. Maya and Tina, Tina and Maya, practically all my married life, Maya and Tina, we have been part of the marriage.
Over the 30 years of marriage I have had several love interests of my own. I never moved forward without his permission, I never wanted him accusing me of cheating. One such girlfriend has been my soul mate since before I got pregnant. She married a man who turned out to be a loser and for all these years my husband has been her primary provider. We are not young anymore, he has his Maya and Tina and I have my Linda. A dinner table with all three women present, and the kids and grandkids of course, makes for a big Thanksgiving.
If I wasn't a lesbian, or the times were different, maybe there would have only been the two of us.
He kept touching me, every time he said something he touched me, he even reached over and pushed up my boob with his finger. I looked around for someone to save me, but everyone was busy with someone else, and anyway a guy putting the move on a girl in the kitchen didn't attract attention. He pushed his hand into my crotch and grabbed me by the 'pussy' and told me he was horny as shit and he wanted to fuck me.
He pulled me up the stairs by the wrist, I almost tripped and fell. He shoved me into a room and kicked out the couple that was there and told me he wanted it all, tits and ass and pussy. He wanted it all. I almost got away, but he grabbed me by the waist and threw me around back on the bed and told me to get my pants off, he wanted to fuck, his erection was ready. It didn't hurt, somehow I was wet and he slipped right it and made himself at home in my vagina. Now when I fuck, he told me, I expect you to fuck back. He ignored me, or maybe I thought it and never said anything, but I did get pregnant.
I got fucked by him, and my sister laughed at me, I was finally getting what I deserved, someone to lord it over me, to shut me up, to fuck me, to be the boss of me. Someone I had to make coffee for, someone I had to serve at the picnic. Someone who could put his hand up between my legs or grab me by the ass in public. My sister loved it, the more he fucked me the more she loved it, and that he had blown me up, knocked me up, gotten me pregnant just made it funnier and worth it.
I got married with my sister and her then boyfriend as witnesses. We didn't tell my parents until after I was married, tell them that I was pregnant and married. My mother didn't like my husband, my father felt like he had me where he wanted me and I was going to learn to serve and obey. I had finally run into the man who broke me, and knocked me up. I deserved every little bit of order he imposed on me.
My sister and I had to arrange our classes in order to take care of the baby. My sister lived with me and my husband, to save money and not rent two apartments. My sister talked out loud about what it felt like to have to sleep with a man and suck his dick to keep him happy. My sister made sure I was the one cooking, with a baby at the tit, barefoot in the kitchen. She loved it, relished it. All I could say was wait, one day a man is going to fuck you and make you serve him. That man turned out to be a man ten years older getting a second PhD.
My sister fell into the role immediately, she showed him he was boss by licking his penis and bending over for him to fuck her. They never closed the door so we could hear them, and she insisted on walking into my room without notice and catch us in the act. She has this need, that had never left her, she loves to watch my husband impose himself physically on me.
As it turned out my husband was a high earner and we lived a nice life with two kids in the suburbs. He traveled a lot and I stayed home to keep the fires burning and when he came home, sometimes I could feel that he had had sex with a woman somewhere. It is the way he fucked me when he came home, after cheating.
My husband has always had girlfriends, all over the place, young ones, others his own age, some he fucks others he just takes care of. I lost count, except for that one he cared for. Tina, who worked for him and after all these years is still his girlfriend. We know each other because that's the way it is, here, meet Tina she is mine, and this is Maya, she is mine. You all be friends now, well why don't you be sisters. Maya and Tina, Tina and Maya, practically all my married life, Maya and Tina, we have been part of the marriage.
Over the 30 years of marriage I have had several love interests of my own. I never moved forward without his permission, I never wanted him accusing me of cheating. One such girlfriend has been my soul mate since before I got pregnant. She married a man who turned out to be a loser and for all these years my husband has been her primary provider. We are not young anymore, he has his Maya and Tina and I have my Linda. A dinner table with all three women present, and the kids and grandkids of course, makes for a big Thanksgiving.
If I wasn't a lesbian, or the times were different, maybe there would have only been the two of us.
