From the time I was fourteen until I was twenty eight I only had sex with other women. I started with an older woman, she ate me, I didn't eat her, she kissed a lot and I spent a lot of time with my face between her breasts. She would get me totally naked and hold me tight with her thighs with my face up between her breasts and she would kiss me, like I said she ate me, but she could never get me to eat her.

At seventeen I got involved with this jock girl, she was on the volley ball team, she was the all American girl, very athletic, blond and blue eyed, cheerleader, class vice president and salutatorian at my high school. I ate her pussy a lot. She was very domineering with me and many times I had my face grabbed and reminded who's girlfriend I was. She had an athlete's body and she liked to get naked around me and bend over in front me with her hands on the floor. I was always amazed at how wide open her pussy was, her vagina was visible and her clit and of course her butt hole. To see me she had to lay me on my back and spread my legs apart and lift them high over my head. She was proud of her pussy, but she always wanted to have a dick.

I was her girlfriend for four years, I wore her ring and I had her name tattooed on my breast. She had come out in college and outed me to my parents. After college she taught physical education at a junior high and was the soccer coach and she got in trouble and had to resign. She had to quit education and went into sales, but that experience soured me on being with her. But breaking up was hard, she was my first real hard crush.

I went from job to job and eventually got a job as a cocktail waitress at this club. You had to push the booze and my share of the tips depended on how much I had sold. The bartender was a real jerk and he thought he had rights to the cocktail waitresses. I managed to stay away from him, but at that job I met this woman, she was in her mid thirties and had been married and was discovering herself. After four years of being Jackie's girlfriend I knew how to be a girlfriend and I showed her all the things that we could do. She fell in love hard. After she fell in love she took over the relationship and brought me in line as her girlfriend. She hated my tattoo and wanted me to have it removed.

For my twenty eighth birthday we were with her ex husband and he was drinking and he wanted me. There was no where to go. She didn't defend me. She sat and watched while he put himself on me. She watched as he put me on the floor and took my pants off. She watched as he pushed up my shirt and exposed my breasts. She watched as he pushed himself between my legs and fucked me. She watched as he pumped all his shit in me that would get me pregnant. She watched as he got off of me. She didn't help me get dressed.

I wasn't angry, I wasn't anything, I was put in bed with him and she got in and he fucked her and we spent the night.

I have his tattoo on my other breast. I am pregnant as shit, I'm the younger one and I am the pregnant one so I have household duties. I have been fucked so much in the last eight months, my pussy gets wet as soon as he puts his dick against me. The things I do with her is to get ready for him.

One day, I walked out, I left. I said this is crazy. I left. And I drove off and ended up at this park beside a church and I just sat there until the sun went down and then I went back and helped fix dinner. I just said I went shopping at the mall for baby clothes but didn't find anything I liked. I went to bed and cuddle up and when he fucked me that night I zeroed my mind in on his penis and really enjoyed my fucking. That night I really enjoyed my vagina and I really enjoyed being fucked. That is the night I really became his girlfriend. That was the night I surrendered. That was the night that I lay on my back and I really enjoyed being pregnant. That was the night I slept with him and not her. That is the night that I knew I wasn't a lesbian and had never been a lesbian. She was right about that.