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Lesbian Female / 32

Pregnant Lesbian Figuring Out The Ground Rules For His Baby

I am a 32 year old pregnant lesbian. I fell into a trap, and either let him take my ass or he took my vagina. The morning after was when I had to face the possibility of getting pregnant, which is where I am. After a long, long discussion with my partner we've decided to accept the situation. Our financial reality will require his active support so we don't want to rock the boat.

He has agreed to financial support but with shared custody. He has a wife, so that really means his wife's custody, because I can't see him changing diapers. I asked him, what's the difference between two women, or three women, raising his child. But that's too much to ask a man.

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# 82820 - by Kelly / September 27, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 25

    The Dyke Within Me

    After college I got a job as a travel coordinator. On the other side of the building another girl got hired as a junior accountant. We met because we both went to the gym, a company benefit, at the same hour.

    We both lived at home, no boyfriend, grew up without a father. After a couple of months the office manager mentioned that an executive had a condo he rented, close to work. If I was interested she would put a word in for me. The rent was too much, so I asked 'her' to join me.

    We got settled, she put on a load of laundry and came out with nothing but panties, sat down and changed the channel. I asked her if she planned on sitting their naked. Her answer floored me, "I thought you were a dyke, don't you dig titties?' A conversation later, she was straddling my lap, pushing her titties in my face.

    Something triggered and I kissed and sucked on her titties, kissed her mouth, and put her in her back and ate her pussy. That night we slept in one bed, the following morning she told me she wanted to be 'the wife' and I could be 'the husband'. My first time ever, not her first time. She took over the laundry and cleaning.

    18 months later I went to lunch with a coworker. Older by 7 years, an engineer in the company. He told me he hadn't been lucky, he wanted a woman to take over the house, stay home and have children. I kept backing up, and he had sex with me, my first time, and I became pregnant.

    We got married a few weeks later in a public park setting, with his brother an ordained internet minister. I wasn't a cook, I didn't iron. I was a complete failure. And my 'wife' was completely cut off from me because I got pregnant.

    I left my husband, returned to my wife, and she looked after me to have the baby. I live with my wife, but he has 'privileges', and visitation and say sos. I changed my name, because of the baby. I've agreed to have another baby, because both my husband and my wife want me to.

    I may be the 'the dyke' to my 'wife, but it turns out my contribution is having the babies.

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    # 82715 - by Kristy / September 24, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    My First Time, The Weekend I Lost My Virginity

    I lost my virginity. I was twenty. I was never one for dating, I was more interested in intellectual discussions than football, and I didn't care what kind of car he had. I was never into clothes and makeup. I was a plain middle class American girl.

    I went with my sister and her boyfriend to a party of a friend of her boyfriend's. It was in an apartment at a complex for singles, it started out by the pool, and it gravitated into the apartment when it was time to eat something. I did not bring a bathing suit, but most everyone else did, and there were some girls who were embarrassingly showing off everything. Usually I didn't pay attention to that, but that night I did.

    How could she wear that? I asked her if she needed me to get my sweater out of the car to cover up. It wasn't just her tits, it was her pussy too. When she sat, you could see all the way up her vagina. She was shaved too, but why would I have noticed all that. I couldn't just sit there so I went and got my sweater and put it on her and told her to get her shorts on, no one cared to see her vagina. I had heart palpitations, I had never been so nervous.

    I saw her vagina. She leaned back on the bed, and opened her legs and arched her back and asked me if she had a pretty vagina. I said no, don't do that. She said 'eat me', I said I don't do that. She got hurt, she did get her shorts on and a top and told me that she thought I was into her and why didn't I want to eat her. She was all pouty, and when we ate she came and sat with me. "Don't you like me?" she had come to the party to be with me. I told her I liked her, of all the girls on campus I liked her the most, but really showing her tits and pussy to everybody wasn't what I thought of a 'nice girl'.

    She slept with me that night, all cuddled up against me. She swore eternal love and got me to tell her that I loved her, and cut me off when I tried to say 'like I loved my sister'. She wanted to kiss, so I let her. But when she took her top off and sat on me, and let her tits smack me in the face, I said enough. She told me she was going to eat me. I crossed my legs and held onto my panties, but she poked me in the butthole with her finger and pulled my panties off. She ate me, and she triggered me. Then she 'sat' on my face.

    We slept in a spoon, my arms around her. We woke up early, went to pee and used some toothpaste to get pussy out of our mouths, and got in bed again and started kissing. We kissed for about an hour, slowly and deeply, before resorting to eating pussy before going downstairs for breakfast. I sat there, well aware that I wasn't a virgin any more. I asked her if it was her 'first time'. She said no, but later confessed that she had gone down on a girl in high school.

    After we got dressed we went over to her apartment so she could change. We joined my sister going out to a BBQ. The guys there were all grad students like my sister's boyfriend. One of the guys started to get fresh with me, and I told him that I didn't go that way. Pointed across the room, 'that's my girlfriend'. I walked over to her and took her by the hand to come stand with me. 'If we are going to eat pussy, then we are going steady. Don't wander off and leave me alone for some guy to hit on me". Her response was typical of her "then kiss me". I kissed her, but not as strong as she thought I should.

    At our school we were not the first girl duo. But it wasn't common. My sister ran interference, but still some guys tried to hit on us. We stayed together, held hands, or stood with my arms around her. To let people know we were not on the market. That night, I ate her until I couldn't continue. She had several orgasms, mostly small ones. But she held onto my hair not letting me go from her. I asked her point blank, were we going steady? Only then did we announce it out loud to my sister and her boyfriend, to let the 'guys' out there know I was taken.

    And I wasn't a virgin any more.

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    # 82532 - by Silvia / September 17, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    God Came To Us In The Night, And Sent A Man To Impregnate Us

    First I have to say that I am lucky, I could have easily gone down the route of my sisters. We grew up in a poor working class neighborhood, lots of drunk fathers, no fathers, older sister prostitutes. My father was serving time for a liquor store robbery gone bad and the attendant was wounded, and an innocent bystander was killed. My father was outside as the lookout, but he got the same sentence. So, we had no father.

    My older sister by three years was already a prostitute when I was in the 8th grade. The 8th grade was a make it or break it year, a lot of kids dropped out at that time. We had a new counselor, Margarita who took an interest in me. Margarita was both a lesbian and a born again Christian. She wanted to save my soul, but couldn't resist kissing me. I never turned down her kisses and affections, and I listened to her Christian message to be close to her. It was puppy love on my part, but it was full fledge love on her part. She went so far as to ask my mother to let me live with her, which my mother resisted, but agreed to.

    My mother signed papers for Margarita to become my guardian. My mother didn't want me to become a prostitute like my sister. Margarita put me in a Christian private school. Margarita struggled between her faith and making love with me. All I wanted was for Margarita to make love with me. My hormones were in overdrive.

    I graduated with honors, and I got a scholarship to a private Christian school in San Antonio. Lots of Latinas went there, but they all had money. I met Lourdes there, she was from the valley, her father owned several dealerships. I went with her to meet her parents. Lourdes was also very Christian, but when it came to girls, she couldn't resist her imperfections, and we made love and repented. Lourdes was my first true love, Margarita was my 'mother'. Margarita approved of Lourdes for me, and didn't interfere with our relationship. At twenty we were full fledged lesbians, sexually, but not openly. We were Christian missionaries on campus, saving girls from eternal damnation.

    After graduation, I have a degree in Finance, I went to work for her father as a loan officer for one of his dealerships. Lourdes had come out to her parents, and she dragged me along with her. They didn't approve, it was a sin of the highest order, but better to keep us close than let us fall further. I can't say enough of how they gave us room to really grow both spiritually and emotionally. We were twenty five and what we wanted more than anything was to be allowed to get married.

    This was a problem. The Minister of Lourdes' church made arrangements for this other Minister to come to us, and we were married not in the church, but a sunrise service on the ranch with friends and family. We had comments like 'at least you have each other', 'you are both strong Christian girls', 'have you given much thought to having children'. We were twenty five, not thinking that far ahead. We got a house as part of the deal, and we set up to be a normal couple surrounded by our Christian neighbors. No one ever used the word 'lesbians', we were 'soulmates', lost in the wilderness. We still had to be saved.

    The day came when we had to face our sex. The day when we were told, unceremoniously, if we didn't find a way to procreate, from our eggs and uterus, we weren't going to Heaven. As the vessel for God's children, we had better get pregnant. And he was the man to do it. The reason a man has such strong hands, is to reign in wild women, and break them for his stable. That he was proposing a 'plural' wife club, didn't bother him. Lots of men had more than one wife, albeit not at the same time. But why get into such arguments. Let him make us pregnant and we would see for ourselves why God made men for us. Of course he was Mexican, forty three, with a lost wife and children by her. Now, he intended to make wives out of us. And we had to surrender. Because, he had so determined.

    I will let you make up what you wish. Este MACHO, Don Pancho, had breached our defenses. And like lambs, we went to slaughter.

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    # 82520 - by Beatriz / September 17, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 26

    Bought And Paid For

    Just how easy it is for you to sell yourself, and you cannot buy yourself free. So listen.

    I was living on the edge, with a fifteen year old car that wasn't working. I was riding the bus to work and being late and I was called in for it. I was put on probation. My supervisor defended me and said it was because my car was not working, the HR woman wrote it up, sorry but those are the rules. Late again, you are fired.

    My supervisor had a relationship with a higher up and she went to him, to complain about the HR woman. He asked her if it wasn't easier to just help me get my car fixed. He 'loaned' her the money, but not to tell me, and my car was fixed. But it was obvious to her that the car was a death trap and she went back to her friend and told him that 'he' should get me a car, because he could afford it.

    To please her he agreed to look into it. The first step was making sure that my car was a death trap, so at lunch she and I and he went to see the car. He declared it a death trap and took the keys from me. Not on his watch was a girl driving that piece of shit. He called a dealership, that showed up with a nice used Accord, and traded in my car for 500, and left me the car and papers. No car note, and it was insured for a year. And it was my turn to show him my appreciation.

    She told me he was a slow lover, needed me to be very affectionate with him, he liked nude body contact and lots of kissing. Kissing all over, and he had a fascination with tits and vulvas, so wash myself before 'seeing' him. She arranged everything, the place and time and she undressed me and dressed me in a see-through lace robe, and she personally washed my pussy. She explained that he eats pussy, so a nice fresh pussy was in order.

    She made love to me first, ate my pussy, so I was good and hot and wet for him and after she sucked on his dick and got him hard, she lay me back for him to get on top of me. She grabbed his dick with her hand and lined it up with my vagina which was so wet I could feel it. After he was through, then it was my turn to clean up his dick with my mouth and tongue and lay beside him naked. She lay naked on this other side, her head on his chest, so I turned around and did the same. She told me I had a nice pussy, she was glad that we were together.

    She had me wash her pussy out, and then go down on her, while he got me from behind and filled my pussy. From behind he felt a lot bigger and he went deeper, and I felt his shots of propellent against my cervix. After he pulled out I lay flat to finish eating pussy and getting a rise out of her. We were now officially in a threesome. I got a newish car, she got a new girl, and he has two lesbian girls.

    My new license plates holder says DADDY BOUGHT IT, I GOT IT

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    # 82491 - by Ale / September 16, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 24

    The Wishes Of My Mother Is That We Be "ONE", And That Is Who We Are

    I am half French and half American, my mother is French from Orleans. When my father met her she was a novitiate but my father liked young girls and she ended up pregnant. The French aren't so insistent on marriage, but he wasn't taking chances, if he didn't marry him, she would end up a Nun and the baby in an orphanage. I'm that baby.

    My mother was a one and done kind of girl, she had no intentions of being put in that situation again, so she swore off sex and dedicated herself to the lay mission with the Church. My father, forty at the time, needed female relaxation, and my mother arranged for them. Some were fallen women, others were lost because of dissolutions of marriage, some were quite young, but not all of them. The common denominator is that they were all from Orleans.

    When I was fourteen an Au Pair came to our house, she was nineteen and in need of a sponsor. Unlike the normal situation, her duties were to be company to my father. She was vocal to me, she only did it because she was a woman, and to prove she was a woman she showed me her sex. She asked to see mine, and she rubbed her hand over me, before kissing my lips and a poke in the vagina.

    My mother then asked her to bring me into the adult world, to learn all about being a lover. To not have shame of my body, or enjoying time with a man, or in this case, time with my Au Pair. My Au Pair was very inventive, she used what ever tools she found to insert in me, but she also spent a long time kissing while we were on the bed naked.

    What my father did with her, she told me. No matter how intimate. She wanted my father to make her a woman. To be relentless. And all the while, she was helping me become a woman. It was that year that my mother took us, me and my Au Pair to Ceylon on vacation. All the Eastern world, and we saw so many beautiful Ceylon girls. But my mother put an end to anything in our imagination, this trip was for us to be come 'one'. After this trip there would be no daylight between us.

    We returned to our home and lived together. My mother found another girl for my father. But my mother knew, her mother's instinct, that I was meant to be with my Au Pair. And for her to take care of me. It was then, that my father asked my mother to see to it that the girl was gone. She was hesitant and unwilling. And for whatever reason of my father's he leaned on my mother that night and she became pregnant again with my little brother.

    Her oath to being celibate was over, and she had to bend to my father. My father was not interested in my Au Pair, he wanted my mother. What my mother had avoided all those years were all for nothing. She was the 'woman' now.

    I became a woman for real, in the hands of a man while at University. He was a professor of Eastern Philosophy. Much much older than me, and a man in ever sense. Dominant and uncaring. He used me for his pleasure, before discarding me on the discharge pile with all the other students who had gone to him for his wisdom.

    My Au Pair is the one I am One with. We have our life together. The days of her being there for my father, are a long time ago. My mother has made her responsible for me. Not many girls my age have an Au Pair, of that I am certain.

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    # 82470 - by Vivienne / September 15, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    Faced With Financial Desperation We Sold Out To A Man To Support Us

    I do have a college degree, but I have limited earning potential. I worked two jobs, one an office clerical job, and I worked as a server to make ends meet. I lived in a crowded apartment with three other women, who much like me didn't make enough to live on their own. We got along, but no one had any 'me' time, as we were four in two bedrooms. My roommate, was a dance major in college and a free lance dance instructor, and sometimes yoga instructor. I had to help her meet expenses.

    She liked being held at night and that added to this situation, the reason why I never had a boyfriend and couldn't think of finding one. She did not want a boyfriend, she slept with a girl that was her love interest. And to make matters worse, I have big sister syndrome and loved taking care of her. I held her in a spoon and usually fell asleep after I heard her sleeping. No matter how hard I tried I could not bring up any interest in a male sexual companion. It just wasn't there, I hugged her tighter.

    I am well aware, and I was well aware then, that I was in the girlfriend zone. I had a girlfriend I could take care of and she was beautiful and loving. I wasn't going to find a man. We were lesbians, albeit not the type that people imagine. And this was the situation when we floated into 2020. Poor girls, but very happy in a very emotionally and physical relationship.

    Her income went to zero. I lost my server job. My clerical job went remote. One of our other roommates left to go live with her parents. Rent was impossible and the forced prison was mentally exhausting. At my clerical job was a man, who lived alone in a house and he offered me a situation. If he picked up all the money commitments, and I (and my girlfriend) agreed to pick up all the home management duties, we could move in with him. It had a room for my work commitments, a large kitchen great room, an outside with trees and flowers. But as part of the deal, he wanted my vagina. Nothing is free, he would support us completely, but he got use of my vagina.

    I know you are thinking, so what's the big deal. Remember above, I'm a lesbian, maybe not conventional but a lesbian. I love a girl, I sleep with a girl, my emotional center is with this girl, when it gets a little warm in bed sometimes there's kissing and some under the covers caressing. Yes, a dancer, in bed with you, you eat pussy. All lesbians in the end eat pussy. I ate pussy, I eat pussy. My vagina had never been used for a dick, not even a fake one. We are a strictly oral couple. And I will add, very much in love with each other. We are not street lesbians, we are private.

    We talked about it, and the money situation for us was desperate, and reluctantly agreed to his terms and moved into his house with him. I was sure that if he insisted I would just be a vessel. I would 'abandon' reality and lay there, and he could masturbate with me.

    It is no longer 2020, my girlfriend has a yoga studio and dance studio, now that she has all the financial backing for it. We are responsible for all the house management duties, including decorating and bringing a woman's touch to it. I never went back to serving tables, and I have a comfortable job situation. He not only pays all the 'bills' that come in, he provides us with money for our needs as women, including vacations and extras for birthdays and Christmas for our nieces and nephews.

    He has my vagina. He has no interest in any other vagina. He uses my vagina for all of his purposes. Sometimes not at the most convenient time for me, but it's there when he needs it. It's distant, I do not participate, I'm a vessel only, I'm his daily driver for masturbation. Because it is masturbation with a vagina.

    All of my sexual energy is invested in my partner, we are as I said earlier, an oral couple. Lots and lots of kissing and kisses all over. We eat pussy, that's our sexual driver. Except that we are now in our late twenties and we are totally financially dependent on him. And in our life circle, we don't mind being known as the lesbian girls that live with him.

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    # 82429 - by Neiva / September 14, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    My Cousin And I Have Always Been Close We Are Both In Love With Erika

    The world we live in is small. Everyone knows everyone. We have a small school, averages less that thirty per grade. My family is close knit. I grew up with my cousins being as close to brothers and sisters. My father was the only town doctor. Every girl, once they reach that age, have been to him for their first pelvic exam, finger up the vagina.

    In the tenth grade, Erika a new girl came to school. Her father was the new police chief. I was her 'friend' while she got settled. She was at my house when my older cousin came over, she was accosted by him, and he took her virginity. I felt bad for her and offered to give up my virginity. My cousin didn't hesitate a second, it was me he really wanted.

    I think because of us losing our virginities together we became friends, and shared ourselves. At first it was touching, but it became serious. Other than my cousin, we didn't have any guy friend. He was our only guy sex experience. The other was obvious to us, we had sex with each other.

    Her father said he was taking another job, we were devastated. By then we were deeply in love, and the thought of being separated was terrible. We talked my cousin into getting her pregnant and stand up and get married. That way we could still be together. That's what happened.

    My cousin went to medical school, and we stayed behind with the baby. She lived with us, my family. Day by day, we got more serious. When my cousin came home over the holidays, all he wanted was me. He wanted me to get pregnant. Over the holidays he reserved his energy for me. That way I would have a baby too. It was a scandal, but not the first cousins baby my father delivered.

    My cousin is now the other doctor in town, working with my father. My father still gives the pelvic exams to the first time girls. Myself, and my cousin, and Erika we are all in a triangle love. She has three children. It's a complicated relationship, she and I and the children all live with my parents. My cousin lives in a small house near the hospital. The story goes, that way we manage avoiding more children. Maybe they know we avoid getting pregnant because we sleep together. I made up my mind, I want to have another baby, for my son to have a sibling.

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    # 82400 - by Helene / September 13, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 22

    His 40th Birthday Present

    I was hired for this private company, as an office support clerk. The woman, wife of the owner, was the office manager. She was 38 that year. She thought I needed some pruning, some sunshine, to be watered. So that I would be the prettiest flower in the garden. She introduced me to this Colombian woman, who took care of all that stuff down there, and when you went home all you wanted to do was admire your new pussy.

    A new pink and beautiful pussy needs to be clothed in soft silk underwear, that enhances you down there. A mound is not something to look askance about, when you pull you panties up, your mound should be pronounced. When you wear pants, your mound should be pronounced, when you bend over there should be no doubt that you have a beautiful pussy.

    And your tits, well the bra makes a difference, when you walk your tits should have a little bounce in them, not tied to your chest. And the blouse, girl? Be proud of those tits, let them flow, nice cleavage, nice tits, hard nipples.

    Shoes, well always some lift, but a nice pair of heels, that are just the wrong color for those pants that lift your butt cheeks and enhance your mound. The right heels, bring it all out.

    And let's not mention the makeup and the hair and the nails and when you stand at the stoplight, you cause a rearender. Yes, she wanted it all. All of it and she did not mind paying for it. A model comes with a sales girl, to your place of business, to model some clothes for you for the weekend. No need to try them on. she is you, except of course she's as gay as you are, but she does have a real nice pussy.

    Once I was the prettiest flower in the garden she invited me to the club with her. She strutted around, she can carry herself. And she has me with her, to, well show off the difference, what a 38 year old woman can pull off, and her twenty two year old girl 'friend'.

    But, wait there's more. Her husband is turning 40 and she has a new g*ft for him, a twenty two year old, for him to have fun with. Whose hair and nails are perfect, who has a nice butt, and her enhanced mound is present, whose pussy is hidden behind beautiful underwear, and her tits bounce when she walks, and she is all there for him. A bow? Not necessary. A g*ft for him to unwrap when he is alone with her.

    And all that work on her pussy? Well he just tears it open, and drives a nail in her.

    Does a real man need a Maserati, or a Ferrari, when he has a twenty two year old to sit beside him, in his vintage Mustang Cobra? Yes dear, you are beautiful, and what a fortieth g*ft you've been.

    Now come here to me, let me kiss those sweet lips and bouncy tits, and show you how much I appreciate you.

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    # 82391 - by Molly / September 13, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    Following In The Family Tradition, I Need To Land A Husband

    In my family I have a grandmother and an aunt that are gay. They both married men who could support them. In return they had a family for them and kept the home fires burning. But now, it's my turn to figure out what I'm going to do. I graduated last spring from college and I have still not landed a job. I am waiting tables.

    There is a guy, he and I went to high school, he has an engineering degree and is single. I've been 'well advised' to get him to marry me before some other girl shows him what's under her skirt. I have gone out with him three times, but I haven't put out yet. I know he's frustrated, he wants to.

    If I give him what he wants, then I have nothing to negotiate with. If I don't, I'll be a date but not a marriage prospect. I want him to 'ask' me. But he's a grabber not a talker. I don't like being humped. It bothers me. If I marry him I know I will have to follow through. If I don't marry him, I can always be a waitress. I'm not so much scared about the marry a man thing, I can fake it just as well as my aunt and grandmother did. After all, there is no social downside to having a real close girlfriend.

    So, I'm in a hurry. He's not getting younger and there are other girls out there. It's not that I can't find some other guy, but this one I know well. And that's important. It's hard enough faking it, without having to fake it with a stranger.

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    # 82343 - by Alley / September 11, 2025
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