To understand how totally unexpected the event of several months ago was, knowing my history, well my sexual history, is helpful.

I am a twenty-four year old lesbian. Well, at least I was a lesbian, but now I'm probably bi. The change in sexual orientation is what this story is about.

I learned I was attracted to girls when I first turned sixteen and began exploring the secret world of sex in high school. Earlier, I didn't think much about the subject, and it wasn't a topic at home.

Some of what I learned was in science class at school. It was as informative and stimulating as watching a bee pollinate a flower. Maybe I just wasn't interested in learning about the birds and the bees before high school.

The light turned on in the upper grades. Many of us clamored to figure out what our bodies were telling us. We were experiencing feelings and thoughts that were totally new. A class in the second semester of our sophomore year offered some specifics on the subject and most of us were eager to know the details. We were given a class on the dangers of unprotected sex including warnings of HIV, AIDS and pregnancy. The class was targeted toward our age group as teachers and parents, became concerned, even panicked, over the idea their kids were sexually active.

The high school class was quite explicit. The teacher showed us drawings of the human anatomy, and how an erect penis ejaculates inside a woman's vagina. The teacher even demonstrated how to roll on a condom, using a banana of course. Some important details were missing leaving us to speculate at the unknown. There are some things you just can't ask the teacher or your parents. So we were left on our own to discover those things that remained a mystery.

My girlfriends and I would occasionally have sleepovers and in high school, they became a great resource. After the sex-ed class that year, we tried to sort out the finer points of having sex, but what we heard were mostly rumors. We of course passed them on as if they were fact. We either burst out laughing or turned scarlet red when imagining having sex with a guy.

It was about that time that my best friend showed me a Tumblr site with pictures of men's cocks. They scared me to death. I wasn't too sure about them at the art institute during a school field trip, but nearly coming face to face with them terrified me. I thought of them as slimy snakes, and I'm deathly afraid of snakes.

As we progressed into our senior year, it was clear that a lot of girls were experimenting with their bodies. I had some friends over for my seventieth birthday, and they were so much more candid talking about sex than anything I had experienced before. Most of us now had a woman's body and all the parts were more than ripe. 

I apparently was the most naive of the group and a late bloomer. They would talk about how horny they were at certain times of the month, and how they fantasized about having sex. One girl, Penny, said she had given her boyfriend a blow job. All the girls wanted to hear every detail. I didn't even know what she was talking about until she described using her mouth on the boy's penis.

She said, "And you know what, I even gave him deep-throat although he really wasn't very big." She said it as if she had tried deep-throating other guys with a bigger anatomy.

Penny seemed really really proud of that. I had to find out what she meant by "deep-throat" and went online to see women sucking huge erections until they disappeared entirely into their mouth and down their throat. Trust me when I say, that scared me even more when thinking about men and their "slimy snakes".

It must have been a month after my birthday sleepover that my best friend, at the time, Madelyn, was joking around during lunch at school. She was telling us about a rumor that Priscilla, one of our friends, was fucking her boyfriend. Neither of us believed it, but we sure wanted to. Madelyn said, "Faith, you don't talk much about boys. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

I blushed and said, "Not really. Have you?"

Her response startled me. "No. I'm more attracted to you, Faith."

"Me?" I answered in a high pitched squeal.

"Shush," she said. "People will hear."

In a hushed voice I said, "Okay, I really never thought about this before, Madelyn. Really, boys scare me to death, especially their snakes."

"Snakes? So that's what you call them? Funny but they scare me too," she said. "We should get together."

"Yes we should," I agreed.

And we did. It was during a summer swimming party after our junior year in high school. All of the girls including me wore our sexiest bikinis. After all, we had new bodies to show off. I was one of the lucky ones and had acquired a pair of really robust breasts that nicely filled out my bikini top The boys noticed. So did Madelyn.

She whispered in my ear, "The boys are crazy about you, Faith. Are you still afraid of their 'snakes'?"

"I guess so."

"Let's go to my house. I want to show you something."

"Now?"

"Sure. My folks have gone for the weekend."

So we drove to her house. She took me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom.

"Let's take off these wet suits. Anyway, I want to see that body of yours the boys ogle over."

We sat on her bed naked just talking girl talk for awhile. She had a stunning body. Her tits weren't as large as mine, but they were in total proportion to her hips and waist. She had rosy puffy nipples that made my heart miss a beat. Madelyn was incredibly sexy.

She brought up the subject first. "Do you play with yourself, Faith?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, pinch your nipples and rub your clit?

"No. Do girls do that?"

"Let me show you, Faith."

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. After licking a couple of fingers, she started massaging the little button just above her slit. I watched in amazement as she seemed to drop into a coma uttering moaning sounds while stroking herself.

A few moments later, she said, "Faith, now it's your turn."

She reached over to cup my left breast and started licking then sucking my nipples. It felt like electricity was shooting straight to my vagina.

She urged me to touch myself like she had done. Pretty soon I understood what she was moaning about.

Then she gently spread my legs and found that little button between my legs, massaging it with her tongue. I could feel the moisture building inside me. My breathing accelerated, and my entire body seemed to shake.

When I felt her fingers probing the inside of my vagina, I couldn't repress my response and shouted, "Do it, do it, deeper." I was so embarrassed but couldn't stop myself.

This went on for, I don't know, until I almost fainted. When I was back to near normal, Madelyn said, "Now do the same things for me. Ya know, what I just did for you"

I was clumsy at it, but Madelyn seemed to enjoy the attention.

Madelyn had said she had several orgasms, and she thought I had one too. I suppose she meant that incredible physical and emotional feeling that happened when I was about to faint.

Madelyn went out of the room for a few minutes bringing back a bottle of wine. "Let's celebrate now that you no longer are a virgin."

I had never had wine before so after one drink, I really felt loopy.

"Let me show you something, Faith," she said while I slowly sipped the wine.

Madelyn went to her closet and pulled out a box. In it was a rubber penis. "You're gonna love this, Faith. Look, when I turn it on it vibrates. This is so much fun when it's inside you. After you finish your drink, I'll let you try it."

I put down my glass and said, "Show me how it works."

"There's not much to it. You just put it in your cunt and go with the flow. Normally you would have to put some lube on it so it goes in easily, but you are already so wet that won't be necessary."

I knew the word "cunt" but never heard someone say it out loud. It really got me excited.

Madelyn said to spread my legs and bend my knees. She would put it in and start it vibrating.

The sensations were new and wonderful. She slowly turned up the volume until I was beside myself with lust. At that, Madelyn began sucking on my swollen clit. I had been transported to a different universe. My second and third orgasms came quickly. Now I knew what they were, and they were spectacular. I wanted more.

It was easy to find girls who wanted to play during my college years. Even heterosexual girls were willing to give it a try. I had no need for a guy. I had my friends, my lovers, and I had my toys.

After college, I began accumulating an eclectic collection of girl toys. I needed them more than ever after college because the crop of girls to fuck was not as easily accessible outside the college campus. 

A favorite toy when I am horny and alone is using my gusher, at least that's what I call it although the label on the box said, "Cum Shot Ejaculating Dildo with Jizz Lube."

Of course the gusher looks like a real cock, and it has the perfect girth and length, not too big, not too small. Anyway, the best part is the simulated cum that gushes out into my pussy at my command, usually when I'm about to have an earth shaking orgasm. The secret is to heat the jizz lube to just above body heat, not too hot, not too cold. When it ejaculates into me, it feels fabulous as it coats my insides with the warm gooey liquid. They say it even smells like semen.

There is a LGBT bar two towns over and that's where I had hung out on the weekends. After awhile, it was just too far away and most of the girls weren't interesting or they weren't interested in me. In addition to that, most of my friends had moved or even had gotten married. And that's what led me to this unexpected chain of events.

Okay, so there I was with a job, a car, and an apartment of my own. Life was good, but it could be better if I had a significant other, a woman I could marry.

That's when the announcement arrived in the mail of Josephine's wedding. She was my college roommate, from Sweden, our senior year and in the United States on an equestrian scholarship. She was a very accomplished rider and in the bedroom, accomplished as well. Anyway, although we were lovers, she became more and more infatuated with men. There were many nights she didn't come back to the dorm while shacking up with one of the guys, and there were many different guys in her college life.

There was one guy in particular Josephine adored. His name was Terrell, a black athlete on the football team. They made a beautiful couple, Josephine with ivory skin, blue eyes, and blond hair and Terrell with ebony skin, dark eyes, and black curly hair.

It wasn't long after graduation that Josephine became pregnant with Terrell's baby. They lived together for awhile, and it seemed they would marry. That's what made her wedding announcement so surprising. Josephine was not marrying Terrell but his twin brother Marquis. Although I had never met Marquis, I had heard about him. They weren't identical twins but twins. So, everything was being kept in the family, so to speak.

The week before the wedding, Josephine was hosting a bachelorette party at her place. I was invited. The invitation made it clear that all of us were to wear the sluttiest clothes we could find because there would be a male stripper, and we were to be known as the "Bridalsluts".

I was really up for the idea and found an ensemble that only a whore would wear. The shorts I squeezed on were so short half my butt cheeks were showing, and it was so tight it pinched my pussy lips. My top was a thin, see-through V-neck tee cut low to show more than an adequate amount of cleavage. Without a bra, my nipples stood out like headlights on the darkest night.

On the evening in question, I drove for an hour and a half to Josephine's apartment, arriving nearly on time. By the time I parked the car, I was so horny I could have fucked a bedpost. My hormones were all over the place. Dressed like a hooker while I was ovulating turned me into an uncontrollable aroused female. I get that way on my unsafe days but being a dyke, it's not dangerous.

My juices were overflowing when I rang the bell. There was no answer, so I rang again. Finally the door opened, but it wasn't Josephine. It was a tall muscular black man wearing an unbuttoned shirt and a thong.

"Oh sorry," I gasped in embarrassment. "I must have the wrong apartment."

He smiled suggesting a friendly relaxed manner and said in an amiable voice, "If you are looking for Josephine, you've come to the right place. Come on in."

He ushered me into the apartment. When I looked around, no one else was in the room. "Where's Josephine?" I whispered.

"Oh, she's upstairs. This apartment is way too small for the party, so they moved it upstairs. I'm Marquis."

"Oh, you're the groom, right?"

"Yep, that's it."

"I'm Faith. Josephine and I used to be roommates in college."

"How about a drink before you go upstairs to join the party?" he offered.

I had never met Marquis and was curious about him so I said, "I guess so, but I'm not much of a drinker."

"Well then, I'll get you a light glass of wine."

I tried not to stare, but the only thing covering his lower body was a patch of cloth over his cock and balls. He walked into the kitchen and as he turned away from me, I saw the most magnificent muscular tight ass only seen in museums on Greek sculptures.

He had chosen a rosé wine that seemed innocent enough but the glass was nearly full, a little more than I could handle. Oh well, I thought, it's party time.

Marquis was witty, honest, and sincere while we talked and sipped the wine. He talked about Josephine and even a little about Terrell's baby.

I could soon feel that my face was getting flushed, and I had become incredibly relaxed. I found myself babbling on about myself and even some private stuff you don't tell a stranger. It wasn't just about the wine, but Marquis had a certain inviting way about him.

"You are a beautiful woman, Faith, and sexy too."

"Well I don't normal wear stuff like this, but it's what Josephine wanted us to wear. I guess there will be a stripper tonight, and she wanted us to play the part."

"Yeah, a friend of mine is the stripper. He's really good, and I think the girls will like his package."

"His 'package'?" I asked.

"You know, down here," and he pointed to the little patch of cloth covering his privates.

Then I blurted out, "It looks like you have a nice package too. Oh no, I shouldn't have said that!" I was so embarrassed for the second time within fifteen minutes. I really hate making a fool of myself.

"It's funny you should say that. I didn't have the nerve to come right out and tell you that you are very easy on the eyes, especially your breasts. They seem eager to be seen. Would it be rude to ask you to take off your top so that I can admire the rest of you?"

"So you want me to show you my tits?"

"That's right. Most of them are hanging out of your top already."

"Well, I don't consider it rude, but you know I'm not into guys. I'm a lesbian."

"Would being a lesbian be a problem? I mean beauty has nothing to do with sexual orientation."

"I guess not. I just don't think it's right."

"To tell you the truth, Faith, we could say the same about Josephine watching a man dance naked in front of her. I also know her friends are going to have her give the guy a blow job. In fact, that's the reason my friend agreed to do the party for free. So, I think turn around is fair play."

"Well, I didn't think of it that way."

So there I was with a sexually attractive man asking me to show my boobs.

"Okay, why not," I said, "but two can play this game. You first. You're already nearly naked so uncover your package. That's what you call it, isn't it?"

He didn't have to be asked twice. He removed his thong displaying the genitalia of Adonis. His balls were large but compact and his cock was semi flaccid. For some reason, I wasn't thinking of snakes this time. His dick looked a lot like my gusher, black and firm.

Marquis sat next to me as I pulled my flimsy top over my head. Actually, I felt vulnerable, yet I was really proud to show off my generously endowed tits to him. Large shapely boobs are an asset. They are often a conversation starter with my lez lovers and now with Marquis.

"You are so beautiful, Faith. You would make any man or woman proud to have you as their wife."

At that he cupped my breasts and started licking them just the way my many female lovers had done before him. I didn't turn away or try to stop him. I don't know why, I just didn't. As it turns out, some men can please a woman just as women can please each other. Marquis is one of them.

While he was sucking one nipple, he would stop for a moment and say something nice about my body then move to the other nipple. His soft lips and flickering tongue made my nipples become swollen and rigid. I could feel my vagina responding just as it does when I'm with a woman. It was an unexpected and unanticipated surprise.

Gradually and tenderly he moved my hand to grasp his now stiff cock. I had never held an erect penis and for that matter, any penis before. It felt warm and hard, not like my gusher that was cold and rubbery. I was enjoying the feeling and no longer thought of his dick as a slimy snake. Now it was more like an over sized cucumber. I began to massage it as he slowly pulled down my shorts. He was so very gentle and considerate that I didn't even feel embarrassed with my shorts down around my ankles.

I was fully naked with a naked man. Who would have thought? I certainly wouldn't have even imagined this could happen, especially with me enjoying it so much.

With his large strong hands, Marquis tenderly spread my legs to have access to my pussy. He knew exactly the right places. My clit at that point had become engorged and erect as it peaked out of its hood making for an easy target. His sucking sounds were so very erotic and the feeling of his fingers in my cunt made me wish he would bury his hard cock inside me. Was I dreaming or was this real?

"You have such a sweet tasting pussy, Faith," I heard him murmur in my ear. "I'm crazy about your puffy pussy lips and that you shaved them so clean and smooth."

I loved it when he said those things. They made me feel so much more desirable. It made me want him even more.

Marquis gently moved my head between his legs. I knew what he wanted, and I surprised myself. I was willing but just didn't know how to go about it.

I said, "Marquis, I'm a virgin with men. Tell me what you want."

"Lightly caress my balls with one hand and hold my cock with the other," he said in a sexy low pitched voice. "When you are ready, lick the tip of my cock like you do with an ice cream cone. You might taste a little precum but I think you'll like that."

I did exactly as he said. I felt like the day Madelyn and I had sex for the first time in her bedroom, horny, excited, and puzzled.

"Now put my cock in your mouth, but don't shove it in. Just slip it in as if you were eating a banana."

I did, but his cock didn't feel like a banana. It was harder, smoother and longer. I don't know how long it was, but it was longer than my gusher. I remembered the girl in high school who claimed to being able to deep-throat, so I tried to get him in all the way. All I could do was gag. He grunted, and made unfamiliar sounds while I mouth fucked him. Women squeal and purr. His sounds were guttural, more animalistic.

He sat me on the sofa and stood before me as if he was looking down on his trophy. Maybe it was the look of a linebacker who had just sacked the quarterback. All I knew was that my pussy was dripping wet and waiting for his monster cock to penetrate me, sooner rather than later. I could see his enlarged cock sticking out between his thighs, long and hard, maybe as long as a beer bottle and almost as thick. It seemed to pulse as if it had a heart beat of it's own.

At first he used the head of his penis to rub my slit from my clit to my ass. He did that for awhile before placing the head of his cock in the opening of my virgin cunt. He was in no hurry. On the other hand, I was out of my mind with anticipation. Adrenaline was exploding through my veins when he slid the first inch of cock into my slippery hole. There was so much more of his meat to come before I could be fully satisfied.

I hoped he would pump me with his hot cum just like my gusher does. Maybe I was too impatient when I begged, "Marquis, push it in. I want all of it inside me!"

His plump cockhead slipped further in, and I responded with my hips rising to meet the assault. I looked up at his face. It was wet with perspiration and his eyes were half closed. His manly sounds continued to amaze me and at the same time arouse me further. I really couldn't understand it.

I also couldn't understand the thoughts whirling in my mind. I couldn't understand why at that moment I wanted him to empty his balls deep inside my fertile womb. Why was I imagining his sperm swimming around in my love tunnel searching for an egg to impregnate me? I felt like such a whore and loving every minute of it.

Marquis was now mostly inside my cunny and then with one push, he was balls deep. Although I was no stranger to being plugged by a long dong from my girlfriends who loved to fuck with strap-ons, this was different, much different. Oh the feeling, it was so much better than plastic.

What happened next came as natural as nature had intended. He began to buck in and out with increasingly rapid motions. With each stroke of his beefy thick shaft, I came closer to an orgasm that I thought could only happen with a woman. His grunts and my tears made for an odd couple. Why I was crying, I can't tell. I was crying out and crying tears of joy.

He seemed to understand. Marquis seemed to know exactly how I was feeling and pushed harder and faster with each of my moans. I thought he would soon splash his sperm into me but he didn't. Instead, he bent me over on my hands and knees and entered my silky tight hole from the rear. I was being fucked just like a dog. It was so fully satisfying. He pounded into me, and all I could think of was that I wanted it longer and harder. Feeling his balls slap against my bottom was new and exciting. I never wanted him to stop.

The ecstasy was more than I could have imagined when having sex with my girlfriends. Fucking a man was good. It was great. At that point I realized that fucking didn't have to be limited to one gender.

I always cum pretty easily yet this time was unbelievable. Each orgasm was stronger than the one before. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I could feel my sex juices begin to trickle down my thighs. My lust grew uncontrollable hearing the squishing sounds coming from my pussy as he banged into me. I began gyrating my hips energetically to meet each of his thrusts.

All at once Marquis pulled me on top of him and said to ride him like a cowgirl. I rode his shaft for the next few minutes before he turned me on my back with my legs spread wide apart, fucking me like at the start.

"Faith," he whispered, "I'm gonna shoot you with a load of my cum deep inside that beautiful warm wet cunt of yours. I just hope you are okay with that."

I said nothing only wrapping my arms around his neck.

He picked up his thrusting. I yelled, "Harder, deeper. Do me and fill me with every last drop of your hot seed."

As if my shouts were like a switch, he began groaning, and I could feel his cock convulse with spasm after spasm of his spunk flowing deep into my unprotected cunt. I had thought that every spurt of his hot thick creamy jizz would be like my gusher. It wasn't. He had emptied his balls inside me with the kind energy only a man can provide. It couldn't possibly be duplicated with a toy. I was not prepared for the pulsing sensations from his cock in my virgin pussy as he unloaded volcanic shot after explosive shot of semen at my cervix, leaving me gasping for breath.

Finally after wrapping his huge arms around me and giving me a deep loving kiss, he pulled out. This time the gushing wasn't going in. It was his full load gushing out of my cunt and down my legs. It was truly a beautiful sight.

"God, Faith, you are such a beautiful slut angel," Marquis said. "Don't go to the party tonight. I'll tell Josephine you called and couldn't make it. I want to fuck you all night long."

"Well, it won't be all night. I have to be at work at seven tomorrow. Maybe we have time to do it once more. Obviously, I was all in."

So we did. He poured us a second glass of wine giving us a chance to recover from our earlier coupling. I had just finished my wine and although I was a little tipsy, I was drunk with desire. His recovery was obvious. Marquis' penis had awakened and was ready to plow back into my greedy cunt. I was just as ready.

But first he said, "Let's put those glorious tits to good use. I'm gonna tit fuck you for starters."

He went to the bedroom and came back with a bottle of oil that he smeared all over my boobs and his cock. Then he showed me how to hold my tits together with his hard cock between them. For a long time he slid his meat back and forth, up and down giving my tits a good workout. I could only imagine that not every girl could titty fuck, certainly not Josephine. She is so much smaller than I in the boobs department.

His "cucumber" seemed to have grown and was longer than ever when he pushed his dick back into my not so virgin hole.

This time the fucking was even longer and more prolonged, and I just couldn't get enough of that beautiful big hard cock inside me. I guess he wanted to show me the apartment, so we fucked in every room in the house and in a half dozen positions. His favorite was with me on top. He loved to see my tits jiggle and bounce as I eagerly rode him. He had one more request. He wanted to cum in my mouth. He said Josephine wouldn't allow it, and hoped I would try it. I said, "Okay." After all, that night had been a night of many firsts already.

When I went down on him this time, I stopped to sample his plump round balls. Once they were engulfed in my mouth, I used my tongue to swirl around his manly pouch. They were so soft and yummy. It was obvious that he was enjoying it as much as I.

Finally, I tried to deep throat again. I was a little more successful getting him down past my tonsils, but I knew it would take more practice to be totally successful. Without warning, I felt a blast of warm gooey semen being injected into my mouth. Like before, it wasn't one shot or two. He erupted with load after load so my mouth no longer could hold it all.

That was my first taste of cum as it dribbled over my lips. Of course a good girl swallows, so I did. At least I swallowed as much as possible because his second ejaculation was nearly as huge as the first. You know, honestly, it doesn't taste bad!

Epilogue:

That's not quite the end of the story. There are a few take-aways from that night. First, Josephine and Marquis are now married. Josephine did give the stripper a blow job and more. She fucked him in front of the her "Bridal-sluts" as they cheered her to a climax. And both of us are now four months pregnant, me with Marquis's baby, and Josephine with, well, I'm not sure.

How about that. Who would have guessed? Not I! Wouldn't it be ironic and a real turn around if I married Marquis's brother, Terrell?