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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 32
My Aunt May
While I was going to college my mother's older brother died. My aunt May by marriage called my mother and told her that if I wanted I could have my uncle's car for college, just to come down from Pittsburg by train and I could take the car back with me. Being of that age, any car was a car, and it was a low mile Camry. I took the train on Saturday morning, expecting to drive back on on Sunday.
My aunt met me at the train station and we went to their house, which at one time was a nice neighborhood. The house was a relic of the 1940s, a two bedroom, two story with one bathroom. My aunt showed me the car in the one car garage, which was quite nice really, it had low mileage and was very clean. She told me we would have to go to the Court House to transfer the title and after a few days in DC I could drive back to Pittsburg. I told her I hadn't come prepared for more than an overnight stay. She asked me if I thought it was right, seeing as she was still grieving, to just come down and take the car and leave? Really? I felt guilty and bad and apologized to her.
That first night, we fixed something at home because going out was so expensive. My aunt dug into me and asked me if I had someone to please or was I like those lesbians. I told her I wasn't a lesbian and she answered 'so you are one those cock sucking girls, are you?' Never could see what that did for you, 'tell me you don't suck dick'.
She got up from her seat and brought out a magazine, one of those old Penthouse magazines that my uncle got in the mail. She opened it up to the fold out. 'You can't tell me she's not pretty'. Look at those tits, now those are tits. What have you got to compete with that? Now tell me, between this and a dick, what would you do? Be honest now, what would you do if this girl was offering you her pussy?
She didn't stop, she was all worked up. Your mother told me that you would much rather kiss a girl than a boyfriend. Admit it, you are one cheap little lesbian, aren't you? Under her assault and anger I admitted that maybe I liked girls more, because I had never met a boy worth liking! And no, I didn't suck dick, how could she think that? She let me go to bed early, but not before coming into my room and throwing a dozen Penthouse magazines on the bed. Here enjoy yourself.
The next day Sunday I went to Church with her. She pointed out this one girl, who she said was a lesbian. Everyone knows she's a lesbian, maybe you can make friends with her. The Church had lunch for the Women's Outreach and we stayed. At least we didn't talk about lesbians at lunch. On the ride home she asked me if I wanted those Penthouse, why her husband wanted those was beyond her. When we got back to the house she brought a box full of Penthouse and other magazines. Here, all the pussy and tits to make a lesbian happy.
On Monday we went down to the courthouse to transfer the title. But on the way home she stopped at this strip center that had an adult store. She took me in, because I didn't want to. She bought me this dildo, a dick, for me to get used to. Back at her house I did some laundry, I didn't have clothes otherwise, and planned to leave on Tuesday. While my clothes were in the laundry I was naked under a robe she loaned me. She asked to see my tits. What type of tits do you like? Be honest now, since you don't like a dick, what type of tits do you like?
I drove home the next day, in my car. My five year old Camry. In the trunk I had that box of Penthouse and other girly magazines. It was somewhere along the road back that I asked myself, why was she so angry about it, and why did she want me to have those magazines. Back at my apartment, I went through the box with my roommate. Some of the magazines we opened to look at the foldouts. And in one magazine we found a faded Polaroid. Maybe she liked girls, it was her and another girl naked on a bed with the other girl between her legs kissing her. On the back in faded handwriting, 'May and Jen June '76'.
My aunt met me at the train station and we went to their house, which at one time was a nice neighborhood. The house was a relic of the 1940s, a two bedroom, two story with one bathroom. My aunt showed me the car in the one car garage, which was quite nice really, it had low mileage and was very clean. She told me we would have to go to the Court House to transfer the title and after a few days in DC I could drive back to Pittsburg. I told her I hadn't come prepared for more than an overnight stay. She asked me if I thought it was right, seeing as she was still grieving, to just come down and take the car and leave? Really? I felt guilty and bad and apologized to her.
That first night, we fixed something at home because going out was so expensive. My aunt dug into me and asked me if I had someone to please or was I like those lesbians. I told her I wasn't a lesbian and she answered 'so you are one those cock sucking girls, are you?' Never could see what that did for you, 'tell me you don't suck dick'.
She got up from her seat and brought out a magazine, one of those old Penthouse magazines that my uncle got in the mail. She opened it up to the fold out. 'You can't tell me she's not pretty'. Look at those tits, now those are tits. What have you got to compete with that? Now tell me, between this and a dick, what would you do? Be honest now, what would you do if this girl was offering you her pussy?
She didn't stop, she was all worked up. Your mother told me that you would much rather kiss a girl than a boyfriend. Admit it, you are one cheap little lesbian, aren't you? Under her assault and anger I admitted that maybe I liked girls more, because I had never met a boy worth liking! And no, I didn't suck dick, how could she think that? She let me go to bed early, but not before coming into my room and throwing a dozen Penthouse magazines on the bed. Here enjoy yourself.
The next day Sunday I went to Church with her. She pointed out this one girl, who she said was a lesbian. Everyone knows she's a lesbian, maybe you can make friends with her. The Church had lunch for the Women's Outreach and we stayed. At least we didn't talk about lesbians at lunch. On the ride home she asked me if I wanted those Penthouse, why her husband wanted those was beyond her. When we got back to the house she brought a box full of Penthouse and other magazines. Here, all the pussy and tits to make a lesbian happy.
On Monday we went down to the courthouse to transfer the title. But on the way home she stopped at this strip center that had an adult store. She took me in, because I didn't want to. She bought me this dildo, a dick, for me to get used to. Back at her house I did some laundry, I didn't have clothes otherwise, and planned to leave on Tuesday. While my clothes were in the laundry I was naked under a robe she loaned me. She asked to see my tits. What type of tits do you like? Be honest now, since you don't like a dick, what type of tits do you like?
I drove home the next day, in my car. My five year old Camry. In the trunk I had that box of Penthouse and other girly magazines. It was somewhere along the road back that I asked myself, why was she so angry about it, and why did she want me to have those magazines. Back at my apartment, I went through the box with my roommate. Some of the magazines we opened to look at the foldouts. And in one magazine we found a faded Polaroid. Maybe she liked girls, it was her and another girl naked on a bed with the other girl between her legs kissing her. On the back in faded handwriting, 'May and Jen June '76'.
