This all occurred in Belize during a spring break holiday. I was one of four women on that trip, with four guys. We all knew each other, but we weren't all friends with each other. We needed a large party to pay for the beach house. No one had been there before.
We paired off in the rooms, I paired off with a girl I was friends with at school. The guys had gone out and bought a lot of beer and Vodka and Rum. From the beginning the guys were playing Sir and they wanted the girls to play Maid. I got pulled around by a guy and he wanted me to drop my top and give him tits. One of the girls got down on her knees to blow a guy. Things went from bad to worse and we hadn't even been there one night. I went to my roommate and told her that I wasn't going to participate and we both went and locked ourselves in our room. We didn't witness what went on after that.
I slipped my top off and stood topless in front of her, looking for my shirt. She came over and put both hands on my tits. She bent down to suck my nipple. Then she said to let her kiss me, and when she did she put her hand between my legs. The guys were out there fucking those two girls and here I was with a girl that wanted to fuck me. Maybe a minute, I don't know but she worked my bikini down around my knees and sat on the bed and put her face in my crotch. Her tongue was hot and she shot her tongue in and out, and told me to lay down so she could eat me. My bikini on the floor she opened my legs and ate me until I had a climax and slammed my legs shut.
I told her no more, i wasn't into that, and I had never done anything with a girl, much less eat a girl out. But that night she got over me on the bed and lowered herself onto my mouth and I ate her like I had done it a thousand times. I shook again, I was going into climax again, and she held my head tight and worked herself back and forth until she climaxed too. It was then that she said to fuck the guys we were going to have ourselves a long holiday, eat pussy, play with our tits, go for a walk on the beach.
Out on the beach the next day we were holding hands and this couple walked by and told us not to hold hands. It was considered really bad. Behind closed doors, but not out in the open. After that we had to be real careful everywhere we went, because all we wanted to do was give affections and steal a kiss or two. But we had a room to ourselves and a double bed and we were able to make that work for the rest of the week.
After we got back to college we had to talk. She wanted to continue, take it as far as it would go. Have me move in with her in her apartment because she a room with double bed. There was no rules back at school and we shared affections everywhere we went. We shared a room until we graduated. Then we had to come to the realization we had to face coming out to our parents. Her parents were not cool as she thought. They basically told her that there would be none of that in their home. My mother also forbade any behavior in her home. She more than my girlfriend's mom, told me to get it out of my system, a guy would come along and it would be something to look back on.
We moved in together, got jobs and barely survived on what we made. At Christmas that year, we graduated in June, I went home. At home I went to a party with my parents (my step dad and my mom). A man was introduced to me, casually, we talked a little but I wasn't interested. But he was, and he cornered me in the kitchen and shoved me up against the kitchen counter. He started to hump hard against my rear. I tried to wiggle away, but he bent me over and grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them down. I could see over the counter into the living room but no one came. He got his dick in me. And fucked me until he was done.
The man took it from there, he kept me overnight with him, and kept fucking me. Afterwards there were a thousand thing I should have done, but leaving him after he fucked me wasn't one I could do. Instead of running, I stayed and he continued to fuck me. A dozen times. I know that I didn't want to belong to him, but I did. I got married at Easter.
I miss my girlfriend and think of her a lot. I masturbate to making love with her, it's the only way I can climax. When my husband holds me down sometimes he asks me whose woman I am. I say yours, every time. If someone comes up and asks me who he is, I say my husband and I'm his wife. I know I was probably never on that side of the fence, but I don't want to let those memories fade away. As it is, I am right now in the let nature take it's course. My husband is forty and I don't want him being too old to be there for my children to grow up.
