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Lesbian Female / 72
A Lifetime In The Lesbian Closet, Kept There Safely By My Cousin
My age will tell you that being gay or lesbian when I was young was a social suicide. I first stepped into this life in the tenth grade with an art teacher who seduced me. It was first a kiss, then this, and that, and one day she opened her legs for me and asked me if I liked what I saw. For me it was the first time I had ever seen a woman with her legs open like that. I didn't know what to say, and she drew my head towards her and down until she held my face in her very wet vulva. She later forced my legs apart, and took her turn with her face between my legs and did not end until she had triggered a huge orgasm in me.
I was very embarrassed at what I had done. The person I was closest to was my cousin of the same age. I confessed to him. He said we should see if I liked it with a man, really a boy he was also sixteen. He forced my legs apart and he put his face in me and didn't stop until I had an orgasm with him. He stood and dropped his pants and got on me and forced intercourse with me until he had an orgasm and I was filled with his semen. I was very much aware of getting pregnant, and of all the days of the month, he could not have picked a more dangerous week to complete himself in me. I got pregnant.
Between the choice of admitting to a lesbian behavior or agreeing to marry my cousin, I married my cousin. I continued to live with my parents and family and had my first born there. My cousin wasn't supposed to 'touch' me until I was eighteen. But he touched me, and more, and I had a second baby one year after the first was born. Whatever the original plans had been, I was now and forever married to him, and as soon as I finished school I went to live with him.
Over these many years I have had three long term lovers. The first was the first grade teacher of my son. It was electric, love at first sight. It was impossible not to kiss her and for her not to give herself to me. We were careful, but I confided in my cousin from the very first kiss, and he helped keep our relationship out of sight.
My second affair I was a little older, and I had an affair with a woman who had divorced her husband and she owned a book store where I met her. Like my first affair, it was electric, and I had confessed to her that I was lesbian from the very first time I met her. She was older and I had to switch roles, but I liked it just as much being the put upon, as opposed to being the one who drove the relationship. That relationship was also covered by my cousin and it lasted over fifteen years. Unfortunately for me, her maid killed her in her sleep one night. Also a lesbian, the maid felt spurned by my lover, and jealous of me. It was up to that time my greatest loss.
It was ten years later that I found love again with a woman who also volunteered for a political candidate. Also a lesbian in the shadows, we both supported the candidate but she didn't win. We became lovers during the campaign and other than for our age, would probably still be active. We are very close. Again my cousin helped us hide our affair.
During our long marriage, and our children, my cousin has had his share of young ladies. He has always confided in me, and I met more than one. He has a very deep preference for smart young women, he is not impressed by looks alone. He likes his women small, small breasted, with boyish hips. He likes pretty faces, cute girls. He is a master at the art of seduction, and I've known several of these women before and after. I always got immense pleasure knowing that he was enjoying his manhood with them. I always felt the need for him to reach orgasm, even if it meant that I had to help him. But better still, a young woman.
But now we are old, and we are going on a cruise. My friend and lover will join us and he will be kept company by his lover, a woman of fifty now. Still beautiful, still cute, still so appealing. We, my friend and I, will share our cabin. And he and his lovely friend will share a cabin. For the first time in our lives we will travel with our lovers.
I was very embarrassed at what I had done. The person I was closest to was my cousin of the same age. I confessed to him. He said we should see if I liked it with a man, really a boy he was also sixteen. He forced my legs apart and he put his face in me and didn't stop until I had an orgasm with him. He stood and dropped his pants and got on me and forced intercourse with me until he had an orgasm and I was filled with his semen. I was very much aware of getting pregnant, and of all the days of the month, he could not have picked a more dangerous week to complete himself in me. I got pregnant.
Between the choice of admitting to a lesbian behavior or agreeing to marry my cousin, I married my cousin. I continued to live with my parents and family and had my first born there. My cousin wasn't supposed to 'touch' me until I was eighteen. But he touched me, and more, and I had a second baby one year after the first was born. Whatever the original plans had been, I was now and forever married to him, and as soon as I finished school I went to live with him.
Over these many years I have had three long term lovers. The first was the first grade teacher of my son. It was electric, love at first sight. It was impossible not to kiss her and for her not to give herself to me. We were careful, but I confided in my cousin from the very first kiss, and he helped keep our relationship out of sight.
My second affair I was a little older, and I had an affair with a woman who had divorced her husband and she owned a book store where I met her. Like my first affair, it was electric, and I had confessed to her that I was lesbian from the very first time I met her. She was older and I had to switch roles, but I liked it just as much being the put upon, as opposed to being the one who drove the relationship. That relationship was also covered by my cousin and it lasted over fifteen years. Unfortunately for me, her maid killed her in her sleep one night. Also a lesbian, the maid felt spurned by my lover, and jealous of me. It was up to that time my greatest loss.
It was ten years later that I found love again with a woman who also volunteered for a political candidate. Also a lesbian in the shadows, we both supported the candidate but she didn't win. We became lovers during the campaign and other than for our age, would probably still be active. We are very close. Again my cousin helped us hide our affair.
During our long marriage, and our children, my cousin has had his share of young ladies. He has always confided in me, and I met more than one. He has a very deep preference for smart young women, he is not impressed by looks alone. He likes his women small, small breasted, with boyish hips. He likes pretty faces, cute girls. He is a master at the art of seduction, and I've known several of these women before and after. I always got immense pleasure knowing that he was enjoying his manhood with them. I always felt the need for him to reach orgasm, even if it meant that I had to help him. But better still, a young woman.
But now we are old, and we are going on a cruise. My friend and lover will join us and he will be kept company by his lover, a woman of fifty now. Still beautiful, still cute, still so appealing. We, my friend and I, will share our cabin. And he and his lovely friend will share a cabin. For the first time in our lives we will travel with our lovers.
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