Lesbian Female / 33
Having Or Not Having A Dick Says It All
The short story is that I was born without a dick.
I grew up in a large family of five kids, three females and two males. As a female I was raised to be prepared for marriage, and I had to learn all the life skills of marriage. At 11 I was made responsible for keeping up with my brother's room, including his laundry. That's how you learned. Among the hateful things was having to dress up for Easter, white shoes and sox, and a lavender dress. I hated every second of it. I was the proverbial tomboy of my class.
I had a crush on a girl in junior high, but she was all girl and she would flirt with the boys. I got so angry and hurt. My mother told me to take a good look, I had no dick, stop focusing on that girl. When she went to prom in the 11th grade with this jock, I stayed home and begged off because I felt bad. My prom dress is still in the closet of my home.
In college I had a crush on a girl in my first year Biology class. But she told me that without a dick I wasn't of interest to her, she was there to get married and I should too. In my junior year I fell hard for this TA and she responded and we went out. My first date, ever. We kissed and held hands. We ended up in bed having sex. It was her first time too. All in all we had several orgasms before we got up. We showered together and she washed my pussy and I washed hers. We had breakfast and I saw that she didn't know the right way to rinse off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. And just like that, the feelings were gone.
In my last semester I ran across a guy I had had a class with and he pinned me against the wall and put his hand on my chest to hold me, and with the other hand he felt me up. He wanted to make sure I didn't have a dick, because I was a dick. He took care of me, he had sex with me at his apartment and he had more sex with me at his apartment, and again had sex with me in the morning. He had never had a girl 'like me'. He offered to poke my butthole, but I refused.
I never walked free after that. He had me draw a week schedule on a piece of paper and block out my classes. I had prescheduled time that I had to respect. I had my time for my things, but that was allowed. I had to show him tits, and show him my pussy and suck his dick. And bend over, and take it. And lay back and take it, and suck his dick and then take it. The worst time was when he took me on the floor of the bathroom. Bottom line, my pussy was for him to take and then I had to suck his dick.
I walked away from my graduation straight into his arms and a kiss in front of my parents and two of my siblings. Mom and Dad this is Jake, he fucks me and I suck his dick. Are you satisfied now? I got married that summer before moving with him to his job. To set up house and pick up after him, and all the other things that comes with the territory of not having a dick. Since I could cook, and most of the other girls could not, I was elected to host. One day I just got down on my knees in front of everyone and unzipped Jake's pants and sucked his dick. Satisfied now?
Because I got married so early, I had kids early. Like a year into the marriage. I had a kid because I was being asked if there was something wrong with Jake. You know, maybe he can't. Shit, fuck you, and I proved to them that Jake could, and did, fuck me and got me pregnant. I had a second one because as a good girl with siblings, I did not want my son to grow up alone.
So where am I now? I eat pussy. I live with my partner, Joan. I am still married to Jake because I can not get a divorce. I have Jake's name and Jake's kids and I live in Jake's house. If Jake comes around, and he does from time to time, I don't stop him, prevent him, I go with the flow, and he does what he has to do to remind me of who I am. Between my legs I have a hole, not a dick. Jake has the dick. And it's his house.
I grew up in a large family of five kids, three females and two males. As a female I was raised to be prepared for marriage, and I had to learn all the life skills of marriage. At 11 I was made responsible for keeping up with my brother's room, including his laundry. That's how you learned. Among the hateful things was having to dress up for Easter, white shoes and sox, and a lavender dress. I hated every second of it. I was the proverbial tomboy of my class.
I had a crush on a girl in junior high, but she was all girl and she would flirt with the boys. I got so angry and hurt. My mother told me to take a good look, I had no dick, stop focusing on that girl. When she went to prom in the 11th grade with this jock, I stayed home and begged off because I felt bad. My prom dress is still in the closet of my home.
In college I had a crush on a girl in my first year Biology class. But she told me that without a dick I wasn't of interest to her, she was there to get married and I should too. In my junior year I fell hard for this TA and she responded and we went out. My first date, ever. We kissed and held hands. We ended up in bed having sex. It was her first time too. All in all we had several orgasms before we got up. We showered together and she washed my pussy and I washed hers. We had breakfast and I saw that she didn't know the right way to rinse off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. And just like that, the feelings were gone.
In my last semester I ran across a guy I had had a class with and he pinned me against the wall and put his hand on my chest to hold me, and with the other hand he felt me up. He wanted to make sure I didn't have a dick, because I was a dick. He took care of me, he had sex with me at his apartment and he had more sex with me at his apartment, and again had sex with me in the morning. He had never had a girl 'like me'. He offered to poke my butthole, but I refused.
I never walked free after that. He had me draw a week schedule on a piece of paper and block out my classes. I had prescheduled time that I had to respect. I had my time for my things, but that was allowed. I had to show him tits, and show him my pussy and suck his dick. And bend over, and take it. And lay back and take it, and suck his dick and then take it. The worst time was when he took me on the floor of the bathroom. Bottom line, my pussy was for him to take and then I had to suck his dick.
I walked away from my graduation straight into his arms and a kiss in front of my parents and two of my siblings. Mom and Dad this is Jake, he fucks me and I suck his dick. Are you satisfied now? I got married that summer before moving with him to his job. To set up house and pick up after him, and all the other things that comes with the territory of not having a dick. Since I could cook, and most of the other girls could not, I was elected to host. One day I just got down on my knees in front of everyone and unzipped Jake's pants and sucked his dick. Satisfied now?
Because I got married so early, I had kids early. Like a year into the marriage. I had a kid because I was being asked if there was something wrong with Jake. You know, maybe he can't. Shit, fuck you, and I proved to them that Jake could, and did, fuck me and got me pregnant. I had a second one because as a good girl with siblings, I did not want my son to grow up alone.
So where am I now? I eat pussy. I live with my partner, Joan. I am still married to Jake because I can not get a divorce. I have Jake's name and Jake's kids and I live in Jake's house. If Jake comes around, and he does from time to time, I don't stop him, prevent him, I go with the flow, and he does what he has to do to remind me of who I am. Between my legs I have a hole, not a dick. Jake has the dick. And it's his house.
