I was a lesbian practically all of my life. I
don’t even remember the first time I started playing
with other girls’ private parts. I do remember my
18th birthday party. An older bbw girl got me alone in
my bedroom and showed me her pussy. She was old
enough to have dark pubic hair growing on her pussy.
She allowed me to play with her pussy for awhile. I
think she asked me to kiss her down there. I
remember vividly what her pussy smelled and tasted
like.
I was young the first time I sat on
the lap of an adult fat woman and wiggled my butt
around on her lap until she got the idea that I
wanted her to touch me down there. While she
played with my pussy I pulled her huge tits out of her
dress
and felt them and sucked on them. I played
with her for a couple of years before I sought out
women more willing to take a risk.
I found out where there was a local lesbian
night club. I was far too young to get away with
entering a bar. I started hanging out at the bus
stop on the corner. I figured that sooner or later a
lesbian that was not that resistant to having sex
with a young girl would approach me.
I hung out there a couple of nights reading a
text book by the street light. I saw several of the
same women coming and going. I saw women boldly
kissing each other as they parted ways. Couples
would arrive and go away hand in hand. Some would
even wrap their arms around their girlfriends.
On the second night a woman I had seen
before did approach me. She was a frightening
woman. She had on tight fitting jeans and cowboy
boots. She had a sleeveless tank top. She was a
stocky woman with large flabby arms. There were
tattoos on her arms and visible evidence that there
were tattoos on her back and chest. It was also
obvious that her monstrous breasts were not
confined by any bra. The nipples were visible
through the jersey material. Her hair was cropped
in a crew cut. Her face gave evidence to the fact
that she was more than middle aged. She
frightened me when she walked up to me and while
she pulled a pack of cigarettes from one pocket and
a cheap lighter from the pocket of a leather jacket
she had slung over her arm, she asked me, “Are you
looking for company?”
I was afraid of her but I tried to be as bold as
I could when I looked up at her and said, “Yes!”
She smiled at me and offered me a cigarette
as she told me, “Why don’t you come home with me?”
I stood up and followed her home. She took
off all of my clothes before she took off her
clothes. Her G-sized breasts sagged almost to her
waist and the fat nibbles were surrounded by the
largest brown areolas I had ever seen. When she
took off her jeans and baggy underpants I saw that
she had a little triangle of pussy hair not quite
covered by her thick thighs. The rest of her pubic
hair was hidden in the folds of her legs and belly.
She also had tattoos on her legs and even the mouth
and tongue of the First Rolling Stones Tour right
above her pussy.
As aggressive as she looked, she was a
sweetheart in bed. She made love to me until I knew
I had to get dressed and go home. I did visit a
number of times over the next couple of years. I
realized that I was a fem in the lesbian world. I
enjoyed dressing up seductively to attract those
burly dykes. I did get a couple of tattoos. I had a
tramp stamp on the small of my back and a butterfly
on the outside of my left ankle.
I also like to find those sweet little old
grannies looking women, which looked like they
belonged to one of those evangelical Christian
churches. It was so funny to have them trying to
save me from my wicked ways while they were finger
fucking and eating my pussy.
I did get an education along the way. I had a
few romances with classmates and school faculty.
When I graduated with a business degree I was
recruited by an insurance company. I kept my
personal life separate from the office. When men
at the office made passes at me I brushed them off
with a casual statement that I didn’t mix business
with pleasure.
One day the section head introduced a woman
as our new employee. Her name was Claire. I was
attracted to her the minute I shook her hand. She
was a very attractive young woman. Over the course
of several months I learned that she was married.
She had married her high school sweetheart. The
only problem was that his reserve army unit had
been called up. He was in charge of a motor pool in
Iraq. Not having him around made her very lonely.
I made a point to befriend her. I didn’t let her
see just how horny I was for her. She was
overwhelmed with bills. She had to pay the
mortgage. After the banking fiasco the house was
not worth what the house had been financed for. To
walk away would not only damage their credit they
would actually owe money on a house they no longer
owned. The utilities swallowed up almost everything
else she made. Her wardrobe suffered as well as
her ability to get her hair styled. I took pity on her
and bought her nylons so that she didn’t have to go
to work with runs in her nylons. I also styled her
hair for her. I gave her some of my clothes, so that
she didn’t look like she could not afford to buy
clothes.
I took her to dinner and the movies and to the
symphony as my guest. I did it as a friend. I don’t
want her to feel like she owed me anything. I
listened to her vent her frustration about her
financial predicament and her sexual frustration.
One evening on our way home from the
symphony she complained that she was getting tired
of putting herself to sleep at night by frigging
herself with her own fist. I casually mentioned that
I would be happy to help her out with that too. I
expected her to laugh it off. I had never made an
overt move on her before.
She didn’t respond. The statements just hung
there like a sour note in an otherwise brilliant
symphony. When we arrived at her home I expected
that we would say our goodnights and I would head
for my own home. I was anticipating that I would go
home and finger fuck myself to sleep.
I was startled when she wrapped her arms
around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. The
kiss lingered far too long to be just a casual kiss.
When she stuck her tongue into my mouth I went
weak kneed. I clung to her. When she pulled her
head back I asked her, “Are you sure you want to do
this?”
She whispered, “I never wanted anything as
much as I want this”
“Have you ever had sex with a woman before?”
Her head was so close that our noses were
almost touching. “I had a girlfriend when I was a
preteen that taught me how to masturbate and to
kiss. It was fun but ended when her family moved
away. I never had the nerve to find out if any of my
other classmates liked to do things like that. I
didn’t have sex with anyone for a few years. The
first guy I had sex with was my future husband.”
I had heard several stories like hers before. I
knew she was uncomfortable at this point. I
suggested that we might need a glass of wine. She
agreed and opened a bottle of wine with a good nose.
We let the bottle breathe before pouring two
glasses. I sat down next to her and placed my arm
around her shoulders as we sipped our drinks. She
curled up in my arm and rested her head on the side
of my breast.
GAWD…I wanted to rip her clothes off and pin
her to the floor, so that I could ravish her body. I
had mental pictures of me sucking her pussy and
forcing her to suck my pussy. I had to struggle with
my desires.
When our glasses were empty I sat mine down
and took hers from her hand and sat it down. Then
I turned towards her and looked deeply into her
eyes. I could see that there was something
troubling her. I had no idea how I was going to get
her to open up and tell me what was troubling her.
She had the perfect life on the surface. She was
married to a good looking, successful man, two
beautiful children, and nice home in the suburbs. I
wondered why she was willing to risk all of that to
have a relationship with a lesbian like me.
When she started crying she was soaking the
front of my dress with her tears. I lifted her head
from the side of my breast and gave her a gentle
kiss on the cheek. “Do you want to tell me what is
troubling you?”
She was very emotional and her body was
shaking violently in convulsions as she sobbed. I held
her against my body in an attempt to subdue her
until she was ready to tell me what was disturbing
her.
In time she calmed down and dried her eyes
before she said, “I have wanted to have sex with you
from the day we met. I just didn’t have the nerve
to tell you how I felt.”
Hearing that confession I pulled her tightly
against my bosom and kissed her on the mouth. I
had not kissed a truly feminine
woman in
a long time.
I felt like the aggressor in our relationship. I took
charge and undressed her. When I removed our
clothes I deliberately left our nylons and black
pumps on. I felt it was sexier. It was such a turn
on to feel my hands and cheeks brushing against the
smooth warm nylons.
Her children were safely in their beds, while I
was busy sucking their mother’s pussy. Claire was so
appreciative that she had to kiss me after I had
made her cum with my mouth. It must have been
ages since the last time she tasted her own pussy on
the face of another girl. She sucked on my nipples
for a long time before she went down on me. It was
thrilling to spend the night in bed with a woman close
to my age that smelled of sexy perfume.
We were up early the next
morning and fully
dressed before her children woke up. We fed them
and sent them out to play. I could not resist feeling
her up while we cleaned the dishes. There was no
regret on our part.
We did make arrangements for babysitters
when she was coming to my place for an evening. We
had a lot of sex before her husband returned home.
He felt her aloofness and suspected that she
had cheated on him with some guy from work. When
she would not admit to her infidelity he even asked
me who it was. I wanted to tell him that it was me
you stupid ass. He never suspected that a woman
like me was a lesbian. He even made a pass at me.
When we had to attend company lectures we
would share a hotel room. When the lectures were
over we made a beeline for our room.
One time I even introduced her to one of my
leather dykes. She had never experienced the thrill
of having sex with a woman like her before. The
woman took charge of both of us. She fucked us
with a strap-on dildo that never went soft. It was
only a matter of time before she shed herself of
her husband. She now is the fem of a bull dyke that
has turned her into a sex slave.
This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between lesbian
and a married woman. If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.