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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 62
Waiting To Get My Cherry Popped And I Had To Beg For It
For some reason I have always been curious about sex between people. I grew up in a female only household, three generations. Both my mother and grandmother divorced their husbands early, basically lived their life with out men. And neither has a woman friend that I ever found out. I would say that they are asexual. Just don't care for it.
But I was eleven and I saw this happen. At that time it was my chore to walk the dog. A walk around the park and back was about 45 minutes. I was walking the dog and I heard this noise and complaining. A woman saying no, no, don't do that and a man telling her to shut up. It was a man r****g a woman in the bushes. The woman saw me and pleaded for help and I stood there and watched him r**e her. I didn't leave until he stood up and pulled his pants up. He saw me plain as day and stared at me. I barely saw the woman trying to stand and get dressed again.
Who she was and who he was doesn't matter. I saw it all, and that's what I dreamed about. There were these huge double cushions on the sofa. and I lay on my back with the cushion between my legs pretending. I wanted something in me, I wasn't old enough masturbate or menstruate, but I wanted something in me. At first I used a wooden spoon, but I didn't lubricate very well and it was rough, although the basic feeling was there. I discovered by accident that the handle to the vacuum worked better. I pulled the vacuum on it end towards me and pushed the handle in me. I learned I had a clit that if I touched myself while I had the handle in me I had the beginnings of orgasms. And I got wet. I was an eleven year old little slut about it.
Puberty was annoyed with me and my nipples got sensitive and I started menstruating and all the other things. I had to wear a pad, at that age I wasn't allowed to use Tampax because my mother didn't want me putting anything inside of me. She didn't know I had been doing that for a long time with the vacuum, and other objects I found here and there. At thirteen I was lubricating steadily and getting orgasms. The whole pad thing seemed $tupid.
A friend of mine from down the street had found her father's stash of porn magazines and we spent an afternoon looking at those girls. Huge boobs and big asses. We couldn't wait for puberty to be over so we too had boobs like that and big asses. We wanted hips. We read some of the articles, but it was in Penthouse that we discovered the erotic stories and we read them out loud to each other. One day, one day and hopefully it was sooner than later, we too would be on the ground with some man r****g us. Don't think for a moment that I had forgotten or felt sorry for the woman. She got to get r**ed, how lucky was she?
We wanted to get r**ed. We spent a lot of time at the park, but nothing ever happened. By the time we were seniors in high school some of the girls had lost their cherry, but we hadn't been lucky. For some reason no boys ever approached us or asked us out or anything. Not even for homecoming, and we had to go together. We didn't find out until well after we graduated that our reputation at school was that we were lesbians.
Nothing happened in college either. I went to the mall after dark and walked around the parking lot as if looking for my car and into the stairwells. Guys and girls passed me by, but I never got touched by anyone. My friend had met a boyfriend so she was experiencing it. She told me, just stop being so judgmental when you talk to a guy, let him know you want your legs opened. It was my senior year, last semester and there was a senior dance. I asked this guy out, to take me. I didn't wear a bra when I asked him, and made sure my nipples were pretty visible.
He took me to the dance and was polite and uninterested. He asked me questions about what I was going to do after college. I asked him what he thought about women and the ERA and he told me that was a whole lot of bullshit. Women had no business working, they needed to get married and get pregnant. I figured out slowly he was serious. I asked what about me? He said he didn't know, I was a man without a dick. Maybe I could coach women's softball.
I had to ask him to do me. Before graduation. I didn't want to graduate a virgin. I fixed some dinner, and put on some music, and dressed in a see through without any underwear. I showed him my tits, I dropped the dress and showed him my bush. I turned around and bent over and put my hands on the coffee table. I had to ask him 'aren't you going to fuck me'. He said he was thinking about it. But he was glad that he had seen for himself that I didn't have a dick. Then he fucked me, still bent over.
But I was eleven and I saw this happen. At that time it was my chore to walk the dog. A walk around the park and back was about 45 minutes. I was walking the dog and I heard this noise and complaining. A woman saying no, no, don't do that and a man telling her to shut up. It was a man r****g a woman in the bushes. The woman saw me and pleaded for help and I stood there and watched him r**e her. I didn't leave until he stood up and pulled his pants up. He saw me plain as day and stared at me. I barely saw the woman trying to stand and get dressed again.
Who she was and who he was doesn't matter. I saw it all, and that's what I dreamed about. There were these huge double cushions on the sofa. and I lay on my back with the cushion between my legs pretending. I wanted something in me, I wasn't old enough masturbate or menstruate, but I wanted something in me. At first I used a wooden spoon, but I didn't lubricate very well and it was rough, although the basic feeling was there. I discovered by accident that the handle to the vacuum worked better. I pulled the vacuum on it end towards me and pushed the handle in me. I learned I had a clit that if I touched myself while I had the handle in me I had the beginnings of orgasms. And I got wet. I was an eleven year old little slut about it.
Puberty was annoyed with me and my nipples got sensitive and I started menstruating and all the other things. I had to wear a pad, at that age I wasn't allowed to use Tampax because my mother didn't want me putting anything inside of me. She didn't know I had been doing that for a long time with the vacuum, and other objects I found here and there. At thirteen I was lubricating steadily and getting orgasms. The whole pad thing seemed $tupid.
A friend of mine from down the street had found her father's stash of porn magazines and we spent an afternoon looking at those girls. Huge boobs and big asses. We couldn't wait for puberty to be over so we too had boobs like that and big asses. We wanted hips. We read some of the articles, but it was in Penthouse that we discovered the erotic stories and we read them out loud to each other. One day, one day and hopefully it was sooner than later, we too would be on the ground with some man r****g us. Don't think for a moment that I had forgotten or felt sorry for the woman. She got to get r**ed, how lucky was she?
We wanted to get r**ed. We spent a lot of time at the park, but nothing ever happened. By the time we were seniors in high school some of the girls had lost their cherry, but we hadn't been lucky. For some reason no boys ever approached us or asked us out or anything. Not even for homecoming, and we had to go together. We didn't find out until well after we graduated that our reputation at school was that we were lesbians.
Nothing happened in college either. I went to the mall after dark and walked around the parking lot as if looking for my car and into the stairwells. Guys and girls passed me by, but I never got touched by anyone. My friend had met a boyfriend so she was experiencing it. She told me, just stop being so judgmental when you talk to a guy, let him know you want your legs opened. It was my senior year, last semester and there was a senior dance. I asked this guy out, to take me. I didn't wear a bra when I asked him, and made sure my nipples were pretty visible.
He took me to the dance and was polite and uninterested. He asked me questions about what I was going to do after college. I asked him what he thought about women and the ERA and he told me that was a whole lot of bullshit. Women had no business working, they needed to get married and get pregnant. I figured out slowly he was serious. I asked what about me? He said he didn't know, I was a man without a dick. Maybe I could coach women's softball.
I had to ask him to do me. Before graduation. I didn't want to graduate a virgin. I fixed some dinner, and put on some music, and dressed in a see through without any underwear. I showed him my tits, I dropped the dress and showed him my bush. I turned around and bent over and put my hands on the coffee table. I had to ask him 'aren't you going to fuck me'. He said he was thinking about it. But he was glad that he had seen for himself that I didn't have a dick. Then he fucked me, still bent over.
