Bi-Sexual Female / 27
Pushing Boundaries With My Life Partner And A Husband And Father
My father left us when I was in diapers. He ran off with another woman and settled several states away. In those days collecting out of state child support was hard, and my mother wasn't interested. My brother is eight years older, my mother went from teaching to school counseling. We were poor but not destitute. What we learned was a work ethic.
Sexually my brother was active by the time he was fourteen. My mother dealt with either a pregnancy or an abortion, not to mention fathers with deflowered daughters. But for reasons I don't understand he was the one for girls losing it in high school. On the other end of the spectrum was me. I walked for my diploma a lily white virgin, and proud of it.
As a junior in college I was taken and deflowered, first orally, then vaginally, and to complete the power trip 'up the ass'. I crawled around the floor looking for my underwear, I ended putting another girl's panties on. As this was a guy thing, popping cherries, I wasn't the only one being deflowered that evening.
Maybe having our virginity taken the same place the same time broke open another dimension. For the rest of our days in college and settling into our teaching careers, we lived a fully lesbian existence. We had no desire for another evening with a dick, and sperm in us.
However life isn't fair and we ran into the sex artist responsible for deflowering me. He couldn't hear the words NO FUCKING WAY , and ignored my pleading. and under the pressure of another ass whipping, I turned over and gave him what he wanted. I had to choose, have an abortion, or have the baby.
My mother told me without pulling punches, I would regret forever having an abortion. Pull up my panties and move on with the baby. He stuck around, until I married him. My lesbian girlfriend stayed to keep me company. We had experienced our deflowering together, now we would experience pregnancy together.
We live in a small cottage with our children. I told my husband how my father abandoned me. He had two daughters, was he staying or leaving? He's decided to stick around, found a straight woman and he has his visitation days, and pays his child support on time.
Sexually my brother was active by the time he was fourteen. My mother dealt with either a pregnancy or an abortion, not to mention fathers with deflowered daughters. But for reasons I don't understand he was the one for girls losing it in high school. On the other end of the spectrum was me. I walked for my diploma a lily white virgin, and proud of it.
As a junior in college I was taken and deflowered, first orally, then vaginally, and to complete the power trip 'up the ass'. I crawled around the floor looking for my underwear, I ended putting another girl's panties on. As this was a guy thing, popping cherries, I wasn't the only one being deflowered that evening.
Maybe having our virginity taken the same place the same time broke open another dimension. For the rest of our days in college and settling into our teaching careers, we lived a fully lesbian existence. We had no desire for another evening with a dick, and sperm in us.
However life isn't fair and we ran into the sex artist responsible for deflowering me. He couldn't hear the words NO FUCKING WAY , and ignored my pleading. and under the pressure of another ass whipping, I turned over and gave him what he wanted. I had to choose, have an abortion, or have the baby.
My mother told me without pulling punches, I would regret forever having an abortion. Pull up my panties and move on with the baby. He stuck around, until I married him. My lesbian girlfriend stayed to keep me company. We had experienced our deflowering together, now we would experience pregnancy together.
We live in a small cottage with our children. I told my husband how my father abandoned me. He had two daughters, was he staying or leaving? He's decided to stick around, found a straight woman and he has his visitation days, and pays his child support on time.
