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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 61
Sometimes You Aren't Even Aware That You Are A Lesbian
We were kids really. Someone suggested that the boys get a blowjob, Each boy was a number, and we picked the numbers out of bowl. My number was seven. It was my first blowjob and I didn't know what I was doing. He never got hard enough either. So it was a failure. I never lived down that reputation.
In college I told my roommate that I had that reputation. She said it was overblown, most guys don't get hard enough and almost always you can't make them cum. Not like a girl, if you spend time with their clit and use your fingers to fuck her, you can get her to cum. Did I want to try.
She got comfortable on the bed in the dorm, leaning against the wall and had her legs open. I got on my knees in front of her and she scooted down so that her pussy was in front of me. "Just kiss my pussy and use your tongue to get in and lick me from back to front, starting with my vagina". In a few minutes her pussy was open "now use your tongue to fuck my vagina", She was holding me hair in her hand and she was moving her hips around. "Now put two fingers in my vagina, and fuck me back and forth, and suck on my clit, suck my clit hard". She was moaning and saying things like 'you little bitch' and 'eat me' and 'don't stop'. She started to move back from me and I had to follow her, she was shoving my head away, I released and she slapped my face hard 'eat me bitch!' and without warning 'stick you thumb up my ass, all the way' and she came. My first time around an orgasm. At that time I had never orgasmed.
She sat up 'you are a bitch, you know that, a bitch'. I didn't know that was a compliment. She grabbed my face on both sides and pulled me up on her, she kissed me hard on the mouth, she used her tongue to open my mouth "I'm going to fuck you bitch".
She later ate my ass with long wet kisses and her tongue, while she fingered my pussy. In the morning after we slept in her bed, "I've decided to make you my bitch". That weekend we went into town and found a tattoo parlor and she had a heart tattooed on in the inside of my wrist, with her initials. She had a heart tattooed on the inside of her wrist with my initials. "We're married, you're my fucking bitch now".
I never did give another guy a blowjob. I never kissed a guy and a guy never stuck his penis in me. When we turned 50, in 2014, we got married for real. It was quiet. We then went on a honeymoon. We had matching rings. On our honeymoon we met this couple that had been together as long as we had. She complained to me in the restroom that he had not been active with her for a long time. It just died and he wouldn't talk about it. She was hurt, I could tell. He was nice to her, took her places, she had a nice house and a nice car and he had savings for their retirement. I stood there not really knowing what to say, and it slipped out 'maybe you need to kiss a girl, no penetration, so he can't complain too much. Just kiss a girl and see if you like it'.
A year later I got a handwritten letter. It was that woman. She had taken my advise and had kissed a woman that she worked with, a lawyer. They were together, not officially, together in that they escaped to have lady sex. The other woman was a lifelong lesbian, and she was the initiator, and she said she laid back and enjoyed it. She enjoyed having her lawyer friend make love to her.
We corresponded, always hand written, always about loving a woman. I let her know that once upon a time a woman had to bring me close to her, offer up her pussy to me. Had she eaten out her lawyer friend? Pussy is the key to a long relationship. Make lover to her pussy and she will be a keeper.
It's been over ten years and we still trade letters. Long letters where we tell all, describe how we make love, use hard words. I've told her I'm the bitch of the relationship, her bitch actually. I have the tattoo to prove it. She continues to be married, like brother and sister.
In college I told my roommate that I had that reputation. She said it was overblown, most guys don't get hard enough and almost always you can't make them cum. Not like a girl, if you spend time with their clit and use your fingers to fuck her, you can get her to cum. Did I want to try.
She got comfortable on the bed in the dorm, leaning against the wall and had her legs open. I got on my knees in front of her and she scooted down so that her pussy was in front of me. "Just kiss my pussy and use your tongue to get in and lick me from back to front, starting with my vagina". In a few minutes her pussy was open "now use your tongue to fuck my vagina", She was holding me hair in her hand and she was moving her hips around. "Now put two fingers in my vagina, and fuck me back and forth, and suck on my clit, suck my clit hard". She was moaning and saying things like 'you little bitch' and 'eat me' and 'don't stop'. She started to move back from me and I had to follow her, she was shoving my head away, I released and she slapped my face hard 'eat me bitch!' and without warning 'stick you thumb up my ass, all the way' and she came. My first time around an orgasm. At that time I had never orgasmed.
She sat up 'you are a bitch, you know that, a bitch'. I didn't know that was a compliment. She grabbed my face on both sides and pulled me up on her, she kissed me hard on the mouth, she used her tongue to open my mouth "I'm going to fuck you bitch".
She later ate my ass with long wet kisses and her tongue, while she fingered my pussy. In the morning after we slept in her bed, "I've decided to make you my bitch". That weekend we went into town and found a tattoo parlor and she had a heart tattooed on in the inside of my wrist, with her initials. She had a heart tattooed on the inside of her wrist with my initials. "We're married, you're my fucking bitch now".
I never did give another guy a blowjob. I never kissed a guy and a guy never stuck his penis in me. When we turned 50, in 2014, we got married for real. It was quiet. We then went on a honeymoon. We had matching rings. On our honeymoon we met this couple that had been together as long as we had. She complained to me in the restroom that he had not been active with her for a long time. It just died and he wouldn't talk about it. She was hurt, I could tell. He was nice to her, took her places, she had a nice house and a nice car and he had savings for their retirement. I stood there not really knowing what to say, and it slipped out 'maybe you need to kiss a girl, no penetration, so he can't complain too much. Just kiss a girl and see if you like it'.
A year later I got a handwritten letter. It was that woman. She had taken my advise and had kissed a woman that she worked with, a lawyer. They were together, not officially, together in that they escaped to have lady sex. The other woman was a lifelong lesbian, and she was the initiator, and she said she laid back and enjoyed it. She enjoyed having her lawyer friend make love to her.
We corresponded, always hand written, always about loving a woman. I let her know that once upon a time a woman had to bring me close to her, offer up her pussy to me. Had she eaten out her lawyer friend? Pussy is the key to a long relationship. Make lover to her pussy and she will be a keeper.
It's been over ten years and we still trade letters. Long letters where we tell all, describe how we make love, use hard words. I've told her I'm the bitch of the relationship, her bitch actually. I have the tattoo to prove it. She continues to be married, like brother and sister.
