Bi-Sexual Female / 36
Once Fucked You Want More, But A Little Lesbian Sex Is Good Too
From high school and also in college I only had sex with other girls. Usually it was the other girl that initiated and I went along. After college I worked in the treasury department of a large corporation. A 28 year old woman seduced me and introduced me to the lesbian world. The bars and restaurants, the parties. But of course I was her girl. She wasn't what you think of, I never considered her butch or dyke, and she confessed to me that at times she felt like she really needed to be fucked by a man. It was a feeling she had and wanted to know it I had those feelings.
The man that fucked her had been her boss when she first got out of college. It was on office fuck, the little young college girl and mean boss. She went back to him when she had the need for him, which was a little bit too often. She told me that once I had a man fuck me I was always going to go back to him, so if I wanted to be pure lesbian I had to never let a man fuck me.
In the larger friends group of her lesbian community I met this other girl my age. She was demure, and pretty, and showed me her pussy in the lady's room. I mean like her naked pussy when she pulled up her dress. I asked why she would do that and she said she wanted to have a real woman eat her. I went on and asked her if she thought I was a real woman, we were the same age. She answered that I had experience and she wanted me to be the one that took her across. She also said that from the day she met me she knew I was the one and she really couldn't be with anyone else. We did have sex, the first time I was the initiator and the one that called the shots. I had her on her back, with legs apart, with my tongue in her vagina. My bare ass pointed up. That's when I got that feeling that I needed a man to fuck me. A feeling that just didn't go away,
A man did fuck me, a jack ass, over sexed asshole, who only had himself in mind when he fucked me. I worked with him and he got his share of me, pretty often really. Much more often than I felt comfortable with. He had gotten possessive and overbearing with me and if I didn't spread my legs willingly, well he spread my legs for me and fucked me even harder. The best path for me wasn't to resist him. Don't think you know unless you have been there, I needed him to fuck me, I needed his dick in me, I needed him to cum inside me, I needed him to be happy with me. In all of my short life I had never had feelings like that. It was lust and I was his little slut.
As to my woman friend where this all started, she listened and told me that I was fucked, pardon the pun. One day I was going to be under him dreaming of little babies. She kissed me and she said she could tell, I needed a man to kiss me now. She had renewed her affair with her old boss, and she said she put her ass out to him and he took her without saying a word. From time to time, not that often, we get together to play lesbian music together. We turned out to be more straight than lesbian, but some lesbian sex goes a long way to feeling good.
The man that fucked her had been her boss when she first got out of college. It was on office fuck, the little young college girl and mean boss. She went back to him when she had the need for him, which was a little bit too often. She told me that once I had a man fuck me I was always going to go back to him, so if I wanted to be pure lesbian I had to never let a man fuck me.
In the larger friends group of her lesbian community I met this other girl my age. She was demure, and pretty, and showed me her pussy in the lady's room. I mean like her naked pussy when she pulled up her dress. I asked why she would do that and she said she wanted to have a real woman eat her. I went on and asked her if she thought I was a real woman, we were the same age. She answered that I had experience and she wanted me to be the one that took her across. She also said that from the day she met me she knew I was the one and she really couldn't be with anyone else. We did have sex, the first time I was the initiator and the one that called the shots. I had her on her back, with legs apart, with my tongue in her vagina. My bare ass pointed up. That's when I got that feeling that I needed a man to fuck me. A feeling that just didn't go away,
A man did fuck me, a jack ass, over sexed asshole, who only had himself in mind when he fucked me. I worked with him and he got his share of me, pretty often really. Much more often than I felt comfortable with. He had gotten possessive and overbearing with me and if I didn't spread my legs willingly, well he spread my legs for me and fucked me even harder. The best path for me wasn't to resist him. Don't think you know unless you have been there, I needed him to fuck me, I needed his dick in me, I needed him to cum inside me, I needed him to be happy with me. In all of my short life I had never had feelings like that. It was lust and I was his little slut.
As to my woman friend where this all started, she listened and told me that I was fucked, pardon the pun. One day I was going to be under him dreaming of little babies. She kissed me and she said she could tell, I needed a man to kiss me now. She had renewed her affair with her old boss, and she said she put her ass out to him and he took her without saying a word. From time to time, not that often, we get together to play lesbian music together. We turned out to be more straight than lesbian, but some lesbian sex goes a long way to feeling good.
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