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Anything Goes
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Lesbian Female / 61
Still In The Closet, A Texas Wife And Mother Of Six Boys
Like great numbers of college graduates I left my Northeast college life to a job with a large Texas oil and gas corporation. The offices I went to had over 400 employees, of all ranks and professions. As many professionals worked there as non professionals. Quickly I made friends with coworkers and it was a weekly thing to go out on Friday night to happy hours. One such Friday we decided to go to a new Country Western dance hall, which advertised half price beer.
At the dance hall we occupied a large long table. Sitting beside me was a girl named Lori who I had not met before. She was sensual, when her shoulders moved, her breasts moved, when she crossed her legs the outline of her girl parts were visible in her loose skirt. I examined her face, her mouth, her lips, her eyes. She told me she was half and half, half Mexican and half American. Her nipples hard against the sheer fabric of her top. Never before had I gotten so wet sitting beside a girl. Never before had I wanted to just kiss those wet lips. She asked me to dance.
On the dance floor there were no girl couples dancing, it was all 'kickers' dancing. We got up and started dancing, I immediately took the position of dancing backwards. She put her hand firmly on my hip and I held her other hand up high as she swung me around and back into her arms. It was a whirlwind of emotions, her breasts swinging to the beat, she wasn't wearing a bra, and the skirt swung in and around her legs. She brought me close into her, and kissed me solidly on the lips and then swung me around and back again into her arms.
Dripping in sweat we went to the ladies' room, she put her arms around my neck while we waited in line and pulled me hard against her and kissed me. The girls around us stared and some bad things, telling us 'lesbians' to take that shit elsewhere. She gave the finger to a couple of girls and told them they would do good to figure out how to lick pussy. Who needed a dick, she told them, with so much unused pussy around.
It was my first lesbian night, she 'fucked' me, I didn't know girls could 'fuck'. She ate me and she had me eat her, which was not as easy a thing to do the first time. I was mesmerized by her breasts, her nipples were large and stood out like two big pencil erasers. She pinched my nipples, and nibbled on them, she stuck two fingers right up there where a dick normally goes. She kissed and I kissed back, being kissed with her naked breasts against me, her bushy tushy rubbing against my thigh. I woke up in an unmade bed, panties on the floor, my bra hanging from the door handle. NAKED and she stood over me telling me that she liked me, where did I work? She worked in Public Relations.
I didn't know about the lesbian community. I didn't know anything about the gay community. I found out that there was a fetish gay society, in the news, in public and that there was a lesbian women community that taught school and worked at Neiman Marcus. I learned where lesbians went to meet for lunch and which bars they went to. I learned that I was just one more new lesbian in town finding out that pussy was what I wanted. It was 1984 and I was 22 years old.
At another Friday night out, many months later, an Engineer fucked me. On the back of the tailgate of his pickup truck, under the stars that October evening. I got a pussy full of cowboy dick and a load of cowboy sperm. I didn't know that cowboy sperm gets you pregnant. Cowboys don't take it lightly when their 'girl' is disobedient. When their 'girl' doesn't get up to serve them. Cowboys like bushy tail and wet lips and tits in their face. Cowboys wear tight pants and their 'girls' wear tighter pants, so not to confuse who is the swinging dick and who has the slit running up between their legs. And cowboys with a pregnant 'girl' don't take no shit from anyone, that's their 'girl', fucked and branded.
Gone was the time when I dated, gone was any opportunity to see Lori. She found a nice young girl from Beaumont who wore her hair in pigtails, wore glasses, but had killer tits and a round ass and in Lori's words, wasn't afraid to eat pussy. It didn't matter, I was knocked up and getting married. I got married with a flowing gown around my belly, had a Czech reception where the bride is expected to wear boots and the groom wears a cowboy hat. My babies destined to be 'kickers' and their lesbian mother destined to keep that quiet. Kicker wives don't embarrass their husbands.
At the dance hall we occupied a large long table. Sitting beside me was a girl named Lori who I had not met before. She was sensual, when her shoulders moved, her breasts moved, when she crossed her legs the outline of her girl parts were visible in her loose skirt. I examined her face, her mouth, her lips, her eyes. She told me she was half and half, half Mexican and half American. Her nipples hard against the sheer fabric of her top. Never before had I gotten so wet sitting beside a girl. Never before had I wanted to just kiss those wet lips. She asked me to dance.
On the dance floor there were no girl couples dancing, it was all 'kickers' dancing. We got up and started dancing, I immediately took the position of dancing backwards. She put her hand firmly on my hip and I held her other hand up high as she swung me around and back into her arms. It was a whirlwind of emotions, her breasts swinging to the beat, she wasn't wearing a bra, and the skirt swung in and around her legs. She brought me close into her, and kissed me solidly on the lips and then swung me around and back again into her arms.
Dripping in sweat we went to the ladies' room, she put her arms around my neck while we waited in line and pulled me hard against her and kissed me. The girls around us stared and some bad things, telling us 'lesbians' to take that shit elsewhere. She gave the finger to a couple of girls and told them they would do good to figure out how to lick pussy. Who needed a dick, she told them, with so much unused pussy around.
It was my first lesbian night, she 'fucked' me, I didn't know girls could 'fuck'. She ate me and she had me eat her, which was not as easy a thing to do the first time. I was mesmerized by her breasts, her nipples were large and stood out like two big pencil erasers. She pinched my nipples, and nibbled on them, she stuck two fingers right up there where a dick normally goes. She kissed and I kissed back, being kissed with her naked breasts against me, her bushy tushy rubbing against my thigh. I woke up in an unmade bed, panties on the floor, my bra hanging from the door handle. NAKED and she stood over me telling me that she liked me, where did I work? She worked in Public Relations.
I didn't know about the lesbian community. I didn't know anything about the gay community. I found out that there was a fetish gay society, in the news, in public and that there was a lesbian women community that taught school and worked at Neiman Marcus. I learned where lesbians went to meet for lunch and which bars they went to. I learned that I was just one more new lesbian in town finding out that pussy was what I wanted. It was 1984 and I was 22 years old.
At another Friday night out, many months later, an Engineer fucked me. On the back of the tailgate of his pickup truck, under the stars that October evening. I got a pussy full of cowboy dick and a load of cowboy sperm. I didn't know that cowboy sperm gets you pregnant. Cowboys don't take it lightly when their 'girl' is disobedient. When their 'girl' doesn't get up to serve them. Cowboys like bushy tail and wet lips and tits in their face. Cowboys wear tight pants and their 'girls' wear tighter pants, so not to confuse who is the swinging dick and who has the slit running up between their legs. And cowboys with a pregnant 'girl' don't take no shit from anyone, that's their 'girl', fucked and branded.
Gone was the time when I dated, gone was any opportunity to see Lori. She found a nice young girl from Beaumont who wore her hair in pigtails, wore glasses, but had killer tits and a round ass and in Lori's words, wasn't afraid to eat pussy. It didn't matter, I was knocked up and getting married. I got married with a flowing gown around my belly, had a Czech reception where the bride is expected to wear boots and the groom wears a cowboy hat. My babies destined to be 'kickers' and their lesbian mother destined to keep that quiet. Kicker wives don't embarrass their husbands.
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