The Lesbian Virgin

I have been a housekeeper in the rectory for 35 years. Unfortunately, the old vicar retired and the new one is a scumbag.

I clean and cook. I have been a lesbian since birth, I have never been intimate with a man and I masturbate every night before I go to sleep, rarely twice or more often if I had become very horny by the evening. I have a mistress in this tiny village where everyone knows everything about everyone. Erna is the young wife of the baker and probably bisexual.

The story begins with the new guy creeping around my calves for the first few weeks. Then, one morning, he asked me into the bathroom. I thought maybe I hadn't cleaned carefully enough, but he just wordlessly motioned for me to sit on the stool. He stripped naked and I wanted to leave immediately, but he blocked my way and showed me his cell phone.

I wanted to sink into the floor. Erna, the bakers wife and me. Making out on the sofa for minutes. Grabbing each other's blouses. Caressing the breast. Pushing up our skirts. Masturbating each other under the hem of the panties. Waiting until the other had also come to orgasm. Kissing, kissing, kissing.

I collapsed on the stool and slapped my hands in front of my face. Crying didn't help. What did he want, I asked pressed after a while. "Just sit and watch me!" the new guy said. He began to masturbate in front of me. I calmed down, this was nothing new for me, I had seen the old priest masturbating every day without him knowing it. He was a decent man who adhered to celibacy, he had never had anything with a woman.

The new guy took my hand and squirted inside. That was all. He was satisfied and let me go. But every morning before breakfast I had to follow him to the bathroom, he masturbated every morning and squirted into my hand.

It was not enough for him. I had to masturbate him and let him squirt into my hand. It caused me no problem, I have certainly masturbated the young fellows hundreds of times in my youth, so that was nothing out of the ordinary. Even that was only enough for him for a few months, then he increased again. He wanted me to strip naked. Of course I refused, but for the first time he openly threatened to spread the video. That would be the end of me, but Erna would also have to give up her present life. Bakery, husband, everything! I gave in. I was crimson with shame when I took off the house dress.

I stood indecisive in panties and bra for a long time. I was deeply ashamed of my huge breasts, to be honest. I took off the panties first and his gaze sucked on my pubic hair. He didn't give me any more time, the bra had to come off too. I loosened it and held my breasts up with my forearm, then lowered them. My breasts reached like huge melons to below my belly button, the teats hardened and pointed to the floor.

He made me sit on the stool and I was to masturbate him. My breasts jiggled indecently like pudding, but he seemed to get excited by just that. The other day he parted my pussy with his fingers and looked at everything very closely. He teased my clit with his fingertip until it stiffened. He grinned like an idiot and nodded, I was now allowed to start masturbating him. I wanted to put my legs together decorously, but he protested immediately, I had to spread them very wide. He masturbated my clit very skillfully, and whether it was Erna or him, I stopped masturbating his cock and let my orgasm rise wonderfully. He visibly enjoyed my orgasm and continued to rub the clit, making me twitch and wriggle endlessly. Then I withdrew from him and continued to masturbate him. He no longer wanted to squirt into my hand, he squirted upon me from top to bottom. He was really very good at masturbating me, but even that only lasted for some months, until the end of that year. The increase came, he wanted to fuck me!

I shook my head, that was out of the question! I backed out of the way, he pushed me further and further backwards until I was standing in his room. He grinned and reached for me. I dodged, he chased me across the room to the bed. I fled on all fours over the bed to the wall, he behind me. I felt his hard cock in the crease of my ass. I screamed, I didn't want this, I would still be a virgin! He laughed. "Fifty‐eight and a virgin? That's a laugh!" I felt his hands gripping my ass cheeks tightly like a vice. I lowered my head, the mare surrendering on all fours, the stallion snorting with greed behind her. I cried, cried and cried. No escape!

I felt the brutal jolt with which he pierced my hymen and penetrated deeply. "Uh‐huh!" he exclaimed, "really still a virgin!" But there was no sympathy there, but contempt for me and stupid pride. I have done something incredibly forbidden, kick‐a‐ree‐kee! cried the stupid rooster.

He fucked me for a very long time, my head slumped between my forearms. I must be crazy, I thought in amazement, I felt my orgasm coming! The orgasm jerked and shuttered me, he slipped out of my vagina and I twitched and wriggled for what seemed like an eternity. He grabbed my ass cheeks tightly again and fucked me wildly. I felt his cock rearing up and then he squirted, squirted and squirted without stopping. Then he let me go.

I stayed in bed all day. There was no breakfast, no lunch, and no dinner. No one cleaned up. I didn't care at all. He had started it! I caressed my battered body, my poor pussy, my clit. I cried until I had no tears left. I felt resistance inside me. I was clear that he was going to fuck me every day from now on. I won't fight it, I decided, I will not allow him such a spectacle, the spectacle of the vanquished virgin. I was not conquered, I was raped. I laughed wickedly to myself, I would challenge him, make him grovel at his knees. I was suddenly so joyful that I felt like masturbating. I didn't stop until I was already dead tired.

He fucked me in the doggie position every morning since then. It was fine with me, I didn't want to look him in the eye when my body was happily racing to orgasm. I let the orgasm come as it wanted and of course his cock slipped out. After he squirted, I stayed down. He might have left, but I grabbed his cock with a devilish smile. I took him in my mouth with pleasure, as a young girl I had done many blowjobs. I sucked and licked him until he was really stiff again. Then I got down on all fours and let him fuck me for the second time. I grinned, he was already having a hard time. I let my second orgasm come just as nicely as the first, he slipped right out and had to start over. I don't know how long he fucked me, but I was well on my way to the third orgasm when he squirted inside. I didn't care, I would make up for that three‐quarter‐orgasm after breakfast and masturbate it fully out, which I had never done on duty before. Work would suffer a little bit, but I didn't care. He had started it, not me!

After two or three months, he had gotten used to my licking him stiff and having him fuck me for a second time. He was even happy at breakfast, so I kept turning the screw a little more. I licked his cock after the first squirting and let him — which I had not done before with him — squirt deep in my throat. I had loved this as a young girl and now I felt deep satisfaction again doing it. He was completely confused. I continued to lick him after a few moments, he now took considerably longer to get hard again. Then I went demanding on all fours. He had to, his ridiculous ego wouldn't allow anything else. He took an incredibly long time, I had a very nice orgasm and pinched his cock so that it did not slip out. He continued doggedly and squirted minimally at the end. I was very satisfied.

It took him several months to come to terms with the increased demands. I hadn't even figured out what my next move was when he approached me, and not awkwardly! He copied "the video" to my phone and I puzzled why. He looked at me with calculating eyes. He wanted to fuck Erna, my baker girl whom I had left a year ago. I had one day to get Erna here, the video would convince her. I was frozen with shock, then I spoke to Erna. She swallowed hard seeing the video, then she understood why I had left her. She dragged me into her bedroom and we made love like drowning women. She shrugged her shoulders, she really didn't care about fucking with the new guy, I shouldn't worry about that. Whether she fucked him or her husband, it didn't matter.

Erna came punctually in the morning. I wordlessly led her to the new guy, who was still asleep. I went to my room, where I could look into his room through the hidden little window, as I had watched the old priest masturbating earlier. Erna quickly undressed and lay down with him. She woke him by sucking and licking his morning wood. He was immediately in the know and threw the bedspread to the floor. I watched them fucking very curiously, Erna could fuck insanely well and faked him an orgasm. She took his cock in her mouth and licked it stiff again. The second fucking she got a real orgasm, I could see that. I stopped masturbating when Erna got dressed again, went downstairs and prepared breakfast. "Well, there we go!" was his only comment. Erna and I took turns every day, he was very complacent and it went quite well for almost half a year. I couldn't complain and neither could Erna, because her husband fucked her only once a week on Saturday night, he squirted very fast and didn't care if she still masturbated to orgasm or not. She said all the fucking and orgasms with the new guy was doing her quite good. I never told her that I watched them secretly every time.

Now the new guy was getting cocky and cheeky. He demanded from both of us that we got him a different woman every day, it may be gladly our former lesbian lovers. Apart from the fact that I was the only lesbian woman in the village, our lovers were all respectable, chaste married wives who did not whore around. Erna and I consulted as to whom we could persuade. We managed, the doctor's wife came first. She had been my 14‐year‐old lover ages ago, since then she had become a grown woman. I looked at her clean‐shaven pussy almost nostalgically as she lay down with him. She rather impassively allowed herself to be fucked twice in quick succession and had no orgasm. Every other day Erna or I fucked him, I liked the orgasms while fucking quite a bit, Erna as well, although she had a harder time and only came to orgasm the second time they fucked, but her real orgasms were much more intense than mine. We swarmed out and looked for the next one.

The wives of the school principal, the elementary school teacher and the composer who played the organ on Sunday came. The wife of the engineer, the car dealer and the widows Schmitt and Müller. I watched them all secretly, they were all very excited because they were usually faithful and did not cheat on their husbands, except for the two widows who whored around the village quite a bit. They had already fucked all the men in the village and now the last one, the young priest. I went to Erna again quite often and we masturbated each other through whole afternoons. So a whole year passed, Erna and I took turns fucking the new guy and masturbating a lot together. Every other day he got to fuck a respectable, blameless wife of a good man. Our small village doesn't have that many inhabitants, all the women kept getting their turn, not a single one resisted. I filmed everything with my cell phone from the beginning and carefully collected the memory cards. I would let Erna copy them one day, but I put it off for a very long time. We transferred everything to Erna's laptop. She laughed at my contrite face, saying there was nothing wrong with that, my spying! Now she always came along to spy and we had to be very quiet so as not to give ourselves away. In the afternoon we watched the movies together, it was horny and very exciting to watch all the pious, chaste and shy women fucking or masturbating.

One morning the new guy's coffee cup fell out of his hand. His head hit the tabletop heavily. I waited another two hours before calling the doctor. He could only diagnose his cardiac death. The doctor's wife arranged very inconspicuously for the new guy to be cremated the very next day. The whole village was at the funeral and beautiful speeches were made.

I called the Lord Bishop and asked to be released, I wanted to enter the convent. The abbess was very kind when she took me in. She did not bat an eye when I meekly said that I was a lesbian. She smiled finely and remarked that in the convent every second one was lesbian and the rest bisexual. The old woman laughed as bright as a sunshine when she saw my befuddled face.

I'm fine at the convent, sleeping with one for a while before moving on to the next. The sisters have shown me fucking clit to clit and I love it. It does not matter if the sister is lesbian or bisexual, fucking clit to clit they all like. Most wanted to be fucked submissively and I was damn good at that. They called me smiling the best man who had ever fucked them. I am also counted among the bisexuals because I also let the men fuck me willingly when my bedmate had a gentleman visitor. Some very few were still virgins and asked me if I would accompany them through the deflowering act. I sat at the head of the bed and held them lovingly embraced and caressed their breasts while I paid close attention that the lad penetrated her very gently and deflowered them softly. The subsequent fucking made me so hot that I could hardly wait until he had gone to masturbate immediately.

I never went back to the village.