Bi-Sexual Female / 30
I Learned Sex With A Girl & I Have A Husband Who Taught Me To Like Him
Perversion is in the eye of the beholder. In my teen years, a church kid, perversion was sex with a senior when you were a sophomore or freshman, but no one ever talked about perversion by the youth minister. I suppose because God willed it, the youth minister was getting you closer to God.
I left my town when I went to college. I found out there that sex was a full time activity between certain types. We called the guys jerks and the girls sluts. But, did we inside want to be a slut? Or did we masturbate instead? Personally I wasn't a slut, the very idea of two different men having sex with me was a non starter. I was saving myself for marriage, just like I had been taught. To be honest about it, both my grandmother, who married at sixteen, and my mother who married at nineteen, were true virgins. The same was expected of me. But they weren't exposed to girls who did it, and regularly. You know the type, the easy girl.
I had my first sexual experience was with another girl, not a guy. It was at a hotel when we went on a field trip to Washington DC. She came over to my bed and got in beside me and the first thing she touched, was to grab me by the pussy. I got kissed and licked, and had my tit sucked on, hard. She wanted me to cooperate, to respond to her, to grab her by the pussy, to lick her snatch, to kiss her lips. I didn't, and I regret not doing it. It was another girl that I grabbed by the pussy, during Spring break of my senior year on the outer banks. I grabbed her, I mean grabbed her pussy and stuck my middle finger up her vagina. She was me, and now I was the aggressor. Being the one who starts gives you a head start because you are wet and horny.
She regretted not giving in completely and getting a hand full of pussy and a face full of pussy juice. I licked her face clean the day she went for it. That day, I had won her, and that day she was mine. We left college with a whole new identity on sex, who needs a dick, when you have pussy. I lasted one year out of college, and I had a dick run up my ass, balls deep. He held me by the hair, and got on my back, and he never even went for my pussy, he went straight for my ass. It was an out and out bitch fucking. I learned my lesson, I turned on my back after that.
I was 23 when I stood in front of a judge getting married. He asked me if I was sure, because I didn't look like I wanted to be there. I told him to go ahead, I was pregnant. I guess I should have stayed on my stomach and not give him my pussy.
My desires for sex with a girl is as strong as ever. A kiss is not a kiss, unless you have a tit in your hand when you are kissing her. But three kids and a husband ties you down. And I'm tied down playing Mommy and cooking and cleaning. Fortunately there are plenty of other Mommy housewives, and some like me learned all about girls in college.
I left my town when I went to college. I found out there that sex was a full time activity between certain types. We called the guys jerks and the girls sluts. But, did we inside want to be a slut? Or did we masturbate instead? Personally I wasn't a slut, the very idea of two different men having sex with me was a non starter. I was saving myself for marriage, just like I had been taught. To be honest about it, both my grandmother, who married at sixteen, and my mother who married at nineteen, were true virgins. The same was expected of me. But they weren't exposed to girls who did it, and regularly. You know the type, the easy girl.
I had my first sexual experience was with another girl, not a guy. It was at a hotel when we went on a field trip to Washington DC. She came over to my bed and got in beside me and the first thing she touched, was to grab me by the pussy. I got kissed and licked, and had my tit sucked on, hard. She wanted me to cooperate, to respond to her, to grab her by the pussy, to lick her snatch, to kiss her lips. I didn't, and I regret not doing it. It was another girl that I grabbed by the pussy, during Spring break of my senior year on the outer banks. I grabbed her, I mean grabbed her pussy and stuck my middle finger up her vagina. She was me, and now I was the aggressor. Being the one who starts gives you a head start because you are wet and horny.
She regretted not giving in completely and getting a hand full of pussy and a face full of pussy juice. I licked her face clean the day she went for it. That day, I had won her, and that day she was mine. We left college with a whole new identity on sex, who needs a dick, when you have pussy. I lasted one year out of college, and I had a dick run up my ass, balls deep. He held me by the hair, and got on my back, and he never even went for my pussy, he went straight for my ass. It was an out and out bitch fucking. I learned my lesson, I turned on my back after that.
I was 23 when I stood in front of a judge getting married. He asked me if I was sure, because I didn't look like I wanted to be there. I told him to go ahead, I was pregnant. I guess I should have stayed on my stomach and not give him my pussy.
My desires for sex with a girl is as strong as ever. A kiss is not a kiss, unless you have a tit in your hand when you are kissing her. But three kids and a husband ties you down. And I'm tied down playing Mommy and cooking and cleaning. Fortunately there are plenty of other Mommy housewives, and some like me learned all about girls in college.
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