As a teenager and later in college I was never interested in dating. I had a circle of friends, but no males were part of that group. I never missed them. Some girls suggested I had problems, others suggested I was a closet lesbian. I’m sure I had problems, but a lesbian? That was out of the question.
My first sex happened as a senior in college. It was with another woman. She held my legs open and said she wanted to just admire my pussy. She loved pussy and she had never really had the opportunity to take in a real virgin pussy. Exposing myself was painful, but she insisted. She told me to close my eyes, she was going down. And she used her tongue to penetrate me.
It wasn’t disgusting, I didn’t have regret, I was embarrassed. When I had to ‘face down’ her pussy and ‘go down on her’, that was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. She liked pushing me around, she would sit on the table in front of me, with her legs open and tell me to eat her. There was a lot of just kissing and a lot of what he called ‘titty play’. Little by little I got used to it.
So it turned out I was lesbian.
Then at work, I was 29 years old, there was a party I went to, with my girlfriend. We never went anywhere alone. At this party there was a lot of booze and I’m sure drugs, and there was a lot of open sex going on. My girlfriend and I decided to leave. But not before watching this couple have intercourse. I mean, he pounded her and her face was priceless.
I told my girlfriend later, after we made lesbian love before going to bed. One day, I wanted a man to pound me that way. She was surprised, but we agreed that at least once in our life we needed a ‘good fucking’.
It’s all wrong in many ways. We went to this bar that had a reputation. We wore what to us was suggestive clothing. I got my ass pounded behind the bar on the gravel. She got her as pounded in the back of a pick up. We had succeeded and we went home to lick our wounds.
Our lives were changed forever. Now, today, I much prefer getting my ass pounded. I suck cock, and let a man put his hand on me. I don’t like whisperers, or men who apologize. If he is going to pound me, get it over with. I don’t want to go home wondering if I had sex or not. So yes, it happens, some women want the shit fucked out of them. And I feel compeled to let them.
We don’t frequent the same bar, but we know which bars to go to.
