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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 34
Discovering That Our Problem Is That We Were Both Lesbians
Today I am very much aware that I'm lesbian. But at 21 I only knew I felt uncomfortable when touched, and the one time I was kissed I was disgusted. My roommate since our freshman year was equally put off by guys, with her it was a control aversion. Neither one of us dated, and we never dwelled on it. In my mind I would grow out of it.
But, we were graduating seniors. We were leaving college and had not lost our cherry. Below us lived a couple of grad students. In an impulsive act of desperation we invited them to dinner, in return they would take our cherry. We were convinced we were old enough, and we would insist on condoms, and we would leave college without our virginities hanging over us.
The guys agreed, assured us they were more than capable. We fixed as formal a dinner as we could muster, we bought four of a kind place setting at Target. While she focused on the Cornish hens, I made a home made cherry pie. The pun didn't escape us. We showered and shaved, so we would be presentable. Brushed our teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. We tested our mouths by kissing each other, our first ever sexually charged kiss.
The dinner and wine, desert and coffee was a success. We paired off, they had selected, in our rooms we followed our plan, low low light, disrobe completely, lay back on the bed, open our legs, count to ten and it would be over.
He didn't get the memo. The first thing he did was turn me over, stick his tongue in my anus. My reaction of defense brought a warning, and a hard slap on my butt cheek. followed by a deep anal tongue lashing. Anal penetration was harsh, shoving me down by my shoulders, rammed in to the hilt, followed by an anal fucking.
Turned over, my legs kept open by his knee I saw in his eyes a look of a rabid dog before he fucked me. That his dick was covered in shit, that he wasn't wearing a condom, escaped me. I wasn't able to focus, I was in the middle of an orgasm, my first such experience. When he rolled off I was on the way to being pregnant.
My roommate next door had a different experience. She rejected him completely, never disrobed, never let him get close to her. After they left, one pleased with himself, the other one angry. My roommate put me in the shower to bathe me. She washed me with both a wash cloth and her hands, with great card washing my anus, shaking her head that he had licked me and fucked me. More important than evidence was getting his sperm out of me. Using Coca Cola she douched me. Wrapped in a warm towel she hugged me.
We never repeated that idiocy, in due time we had a baby to take care of. We had moved to a part of the city where lesbians were many. Pushing a baby stroller not common, not unheard of. Sometimes when the urge overwhelms us, she washes my bottom with a warm washcloth, and gives me an anal tongue lashing. I want very badly penetration, and she fucks me with a nasty realistic human penis handy for the occasion.
But, we were graduating seniors. We were leaving college and had not lost our cherry. Below us lived a couple of grad students. In an impulsive act of desperation we invited them to dinner, in return they would take our cherry. We were convinced we were old enough, and we would insist on condoms, and we would leave college without our virginities hanging over us.
The guys agreed, assured us they were more than capable. We fixed as formal a dinner as we could muster, we bought four of a kind place setting at Target. While she focused on the Cornish hens, I made a home made cherry pie. The pun didn't escape us. We showered and shaved, so we would be presentable. Brushed our teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. We tested our mouths by kissing each other, our first ever sexually charged kiss.
The dinner and wine, desert and coffee was a success. We paired off, they had selected, in our rooms we followed our plan, low low light, disrobe completely, lay back on the bed, open our legs, count to ten and it would be over.
He didn't get the memo. The first thing he did was turn me over, stick his tongue in my anus. My reaction of defense brought a warning, and a hard slap on my butt cheek. followed by a deep anal tongue lashing. Anal penetration was harsh, shoving me down by my shoulders, rammed in to the hilt, followed by an anal fucking.
Turned over, my legs kept open by his knee I saw in his eyes a look of a rabid dog before he fucked me. That his dick was covered in shit, that he wasn't wearing a condom, escaped me. I wasn't able to focus, I was in the middle of an orgasm, my first such experience. When he rolled off I was on the way to being pregnant.
My roommate next door had a different experience. She rejected him completely, never disrobed, never let him get close to her. After they left, one pleased with himself, the other one angry. My roommate put me in the shower to bathe me. She washed me with both a wash cloth and her hands, with great card washing my anus, shaking her head that he had licked me and fucked me. More important than evidence was getting his sperm out of me. Using Coca Cola she douched me. Wrapped in a warm towel she hugged me.
We never repeated that idiocy, in due time we had a baby to take care of. We had moved to a part of the city where lesbians were many. Pushing a baby stroller not common, not unheard of. Sometimes when the urge overwhelms us, she washes my bottom with a warm washcloth, and gives me an anal tongue lashing. I want very badly penetration, and she fucks me with a nasty realistic human penis handy for the occasion.
