I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM - Sex Stories

I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM

I knew I was into girls from a pretty young age. I was infatuated early on with several beautiful actresses and storybook heroines, which eventually developed into real-life crushes on a few of my teenage girl friends. As we entered high school, and I started having sexual fantasies, I always found myself masturbating to images in my mind of sexy women or my most recent obsession from school.

In my teenage years I was an attractive brunette, with green eyes and a pretty smile.... and I developed relatively early, so I had big, 34D breasts by the time I was a freshman in high school, along with a narrow waist and curvy hips. I got plenty of attention from the guys in school.... which I actually quite enjoyed.... but my focus was always on the pretty girls in my friend group. I let the guys get away with grabbing my ass, or copping a feel on occasion.... I didn’t really mind it that much.... but my attention was mostly drawn to my circle of girlfriends, and how to get into their panties. Whenever we had sleepovers, I found myself checking out their boobs, nipples, and crotches... since we usually wore next to nothing during these little soirées, which really suited me perfectly.

One day in late summer just before my sophomore year in high school my friend, Miranda, had about eight of her girlfriends over to spend the night for her birthday. We were all in panties and tank tops, t-shirts, or camisoles.... no bras.... so tits were jiggling and bouncing, nipples were poking ...

... through our tops, and our panties were small and tight... some of us were even wearing g-strings or t-backs.

Like me, Miranda had developed early, and she had beautiful C-cup breasts that I found myself eyeing constantly. Her boobs weren’t as big as mine, but they jiggled around almost as much as mine did, and I couldn’t help but notice her perky nipples poking through the silk camisole she was wearing that night at her party. She happened to be my favorite crush at the time, so I checked her out surreptitiously several times over the course of the evening.

I had on tiny bikini panties and a thin, cotton crop-top with a picture of our school mascot on the front. It was pretty short on me... especially given the size of my tits, which it barely covered... but I loved how my breasts felt in that top... totally unfettered, and swaying gently beneath the soft material.... occasionally popping out beneath the bottom of the shirt, where others might catch a glimpse of my nipples and wobbly boob flesh. It made me feel sexy... and was actually kind of arousing... as the group of us horsed around and ate way too much junk food. Of course, seeing the other bouncing tits and tight asses of my friends was also a major treat.

Up to that point, I’d never actually had a “girlfriend”, although several of us in my friend group had ‘toyed’ with kissing each other and even had occasional fondling sessions. None-the-less, I enjoyed these little sleep overs because it gave me a chance to ...