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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 46
Just Another Story About Being Lesbian In America
So many gay confessions, older men and women discovering that side of them. It doesn't surprise me, I met a lot of women in my life who I was sure had enjoyed or did enjoy being sexually close with another women. Housewives, mothers of my students. I also have a sixth sense for lesbian girls. I am a girl's tennis coach, now we have to say women's tennis coach but these girls aren't women, at a private secondary school for wealthy families. I was one of those girls when I was in the tenth grade. Scared of pussy, deathly afraid of dick.
My story is one of early pregnancy and active discovery only when I went to college. I grew up in a Catholic community, Catholic family, Catholic life. Communion, and telling the priest of your sins, like not helping my mother in the kitchen. I never divulged my feelings for Sarah or for that girl Carla who everyone knew was a dyke. In the tenth grade I had a very definite type of girl I liked, athletic, self assured, nice. The girl every boy dreamed of and every mother showed off.
My sister, I have four sisters and three brothers, she worked as a cashier at a bank in NYC. She had moved there for the action. She had always been promiscuous. If you grew up where we did you were promiscuous. She drew boys to her and they were promiscuous too. She invited me to come spend the long weekend with her in the City. She was 24. No one in our family had been to college, we were solidly blue collar, the men worked for the highway department.
The party we went to was a typical of the time, all the girls were from blue collar families and the men were upper class with fancy college degrees. This was their chance, if only, get pregnant and get married and move up the ladder. My 24 year old sister was already late, the new 19 year olds had the guys' attention. She was desperate. She let this married guy fuck her. And then she did what she did. She told him he could have me. My mother had told her to get me laid, get some friend of hers to fuck me, don't let me come home a virgin. An older guy, a grown man, a man with a family. They saw something in me they didn't like. I needed that fucked out of me.
I was a virgin in all the ways you are a virgin, most of it between my ears. Watching my sister get fucked, and this naked man looking at me, and my sister offering me to him as a sacrifice, and him fucking me. My sister, still naked, crawling around me, checking to make sure his dick was inside me, pinching my nipples to get me wetter for him, sucking his dick when he fell off me. She checked to make sure that semen was leaking out of my vagina, spread open, angry that I hadn't been nice to him.
He was from a very rich family, had a family, and they couldn't afford a scandal. My sister was his lover girl, but I got pregnant. The family paid hush money, don't tell anyone, and she can go to college. That's how I went to college and became a tennis coach for girls and surrounded myself daily with as much pussy as possible. I hated dicks, my daughter was there to remind me. She didn't come live with me until she was eleven, she had been raised by my mother.
My daughter followed pretty much in line like my sisters, she liked dick, and got pregnant and got married. That's the ways girls get engaged in the town I grew up. I got pregnant but didn't get married. My older sister finally did marry a divorced banker and she had her family when she was a lot older, 28.
Me, well I'm strictly into pussy. I know better than trying any of that young pussy around me. My lover girl, woman, was a cheerleader in her high school, she studied English and teaches at another all girl's private high school. She's tall and handsome, gay girls aren't pretty. She is very athletic and we live in multifamily community with tennis courts, and a lot of other gay women. We don't hang around dicks, especially gay dicks. No, we surround ourselves around pussy.
My story is one of early pregnancy and active discovery only when I went to college. I grew up in a Catholic community, Catholic family, Catholic life. Communion, and telling the priest of your sins, like not helping my mother in the kitchen. I never divulged my feelings for Sarah or for that girl Carla who everyone knew was a dyke. In the tenth grade I had a very definite type of girl I liked, athletic, self assured, nice. The girl every boy dreamed of and every mother showed off.
My sister, I have four sisters and three brothers, she worked as a cashier at a bank in NYC. She had moved there for the action. She had always been promiscuous. If you grew up where we did you were promiscuous. She drew boys to her and they were promiscuous too. She invited me to come spend the long weekend with her in the City. She was 24. No one in our family had been to college, we were solidly blue collar, the men worked for the highway department.
The party we went to was a typical of the time, all the girls were from blue collar families and the men were upper class with fancy college degrees. This was their chance, if only, get pregnant and get married and move up the ladder. My 24 year old sister was already late, the new 19 year olds had the guys' attention. She was desperate. She let this married guy fuck her. And then she did what she did. She told him he could have me. My mother had told her to get me laid, get some friend of hers to fuck me, don't let me come home a virgin. An older guy, a grown man, a man with a family. They saw something in me they didn't like. I needed that fucked out of me.
I was a virgin in all the ways you are a virgin, most of it between my ears. Watching my sister get fucked, and this naked man looking at me, and my sister offering me to him as a sacrifice, and him fucking me. My sister, still naked, crawling around me, checking to make sure his dick was inside me, pinching my nipples to get me wetter for him, sucking his dick when he fell off me. She checked to make sure that semen was leaking out of my vagina, spread open, angry that I hadn't been nice to him.
He was from a very rich family, had a family, and they couldn't afford a scandal. My sister was his lover girl, but I got pregnant. The family paid hush money, don't tell anyone, and she can go to college. That's how I went to college and became a tennis coach for girls and surrounded myself daily with as much pussy as possible. I hated dicks, my daughter was there to remind me. She didn't come live with me until she was eleven, she had been raised by my mother.
My daughter followed pretty much in line like my sisters, she liked dick, and got pregnant and got married. That's the ways girls get engaged in the town I grew up. I got pregnant but didn't get married. My older sister finally did marry a divorced banker and she had her family when she was a lot older, 28.
Me, well I'm strictly into pussy. I know better than trying any of that young pussy around me. My lover girl, woman, was a cheerleader in her high school, she studied English and teaches at another all girl's private high school. She's tall and handsome, gay girls aren't pretty. She is very athletic and we live in multifamily community with tennis courts, and a lot of other gay women. We don't hang around dicks, especially gay dicks. No, we surround ourselves around pussy.
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