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My Family
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Bi-Sexual Female / 35
About when we were 13 my next door neighbor and me started to become best friends. We started to share clothes, and to talk all day about how we wanted to have kids. We talked about having lots of kids, nine wasn't enough. We didn't really contemplate all the time we had to be pregnant or that some man was going to get us pregnant, we were just into having very large families.
We got into sleep overs and hugging in bed and pretending who was the man and who was the woman and fucking each other, we got pretty good at pounding against each other, the only thing missing was penetration. She liked to suck my breasts and I liked it too, and we had a lot of breast play. I sucked her breasts when it was my turn to be the man.
I guess we were in our later teens when we started to make out and kiss and hold hands and 'date' each other, we started to share a toothbrush, brushing our teeth one after the other, we took our panties off and we smelled each other, her smell was intoxicating to me, I loved to put my nose in her or smell her. And we played man and woman, we fucked a lot.
We went to college together, and in college we exclusively just dated each other. It was in college that we again started talking about having families, by then we had moderated our dreams and we pretty much agreed that four or five each was going to be a good size family for us. When we fucked we pretended to insert ourselves in each other and pretended to ejaculate, we would push pillows under our shirts and pretend to be pregnant for each other.
After college we moved in together, by then we were totally comfortable with each other, all we needed to make our lives complete was a man to do what we couldn't do. We had jobs and we were determined to start a family, it was a race to get out pregnancies going and have our family before we turned 30. Four a piece, or maybe five, but we needed to get started, we were 23 and neither one of us had ever been touched by a man.
The guy we picked worked at her company, he was in his late thirties, and a bit of an oddball, an engineer, we targeted him. My girlfriend went first, she offered herself up to him, we weren't going to tell him about me until later and we figured he had to want her so he would have sex with her. We pretended to just be roommates, but I still stood naked in front of him one day so he could see me too.
He was more than up to the challenge, he could take us both on, and we told him what we wanted him for. We told him about us and that we were together and he was there for his sperm. We didn't really say it like that, but it was like we wanted him to father some kids for us and in return we would be his girlfriends, keep house, and all the other things, but bottom line we wanted his sperm. Once we started having sex to get pregnant I swear I could feel my ovaries going into overdrive. We all had sex all of the time.
At 30 we had not quite made our goal, we each had two and we were broke. Even with his help, four kids were breaking us, just day care was killing us. I met a man who came to work for my company and over time I got to know him, and over time I explained our family and over time I got to the point where I looked for his affection, first emotional, I needed him to like me and then I started to want his physical affection. One day in his office we beat around the bush for about an hour and he helped me down until I gave him oral sex. I was so uncontrollable that I got on him and we had intercourse in his chair. I didn't want him to stop holding me, I wanted him to just hold me and hold me, I couldn't get enough.
Sex with him was uncontrollable, I couldn't ever get enough, I needed to be with him, I wanted to live with him, I would go over to his place and fix things up and do all things domestic for him. I liked it when he took 'us' out, when he took us all to breakfast or dinner, or to the park. My girlfriend recognized that I had fallen in love with him, and I was.
She married the father of our kids, and I married my new man. I quickly gave him two babies, I had too. In the end my girlfriend and I ended up with her two kids and my four, and we are as close as we can be, we have moved on to our husbands and not each other, but from time to time we need to spend meaningful time with each other. I guess it just took us a long time to grow up, raising all these kids make you grow up. But not so grown up that we can't be man and woman once in a while and just surrender to our own passion. I love my husband, but I love her too.
We got into sleep overs and hugging in bed and pretending who was the man and who was the woman and fucking each other, we got pretty good at pounding against each other, the only thing missing was penetration. She liked to suck my breasts and I liked it too, and we had a lot of breast play. I sucked her breasts when it was my turn to be the man.
I guess we were in our later teens when we started to make out and kiss and hold hands and 'date' each other, we started to share a toothbrush, brushing our teeth one after the other, we took our panties off and we smelled each other, her smell was intoxicating to me, I loved to put my nose in her or smell her. And we played man and woman, we fucked a lot.
We went to college together, and in college we exclusively just dated each other. It was in college that we again started talking about having families, by then we had moderated our dreams and we pretty much agreed that four or five each was going to be a good size family for us. When we fucked we pretended to insert ourselves in each other and pretended to ejaculate, we would push pillows under our shirts and pretend to be pregnant for each other.
After college we moved in together, by then we were totally comfortable with each other, all we needed to make our lives complete was a man to do what we couldn't do. We had jobs and we were determined to start a family, it was a race to get out pregnancies going and have our family before we turned 30. Four a piece, or maybe five, but we needed to get started, we were 23 and neither one of us had ever been touched by a man.
The guy we picked worked at her company, he was in his late thirties, and a bit of an oddball, an engineer, we targeted him. My girlfriend went first, she offered herself up to him, we weren't going to tell him about me until later and we figured he had to want her so he would have sex with her. We pretended to just be roommates, but I still stood naked in front of him one day so he could see me too.
He was more than up to the challenge, he could take us both on, and we told him what we wanted him for. We told him about us and that we were together and he was there for his sperm. We didn't really say it like that, but it was like we wanted him to father some kids for us and in return we would be his girlfriends, keep house, and all the other things, but bottom line we wanted his sperm. Once we started having sex to get pregnant I swear I could feel my ovaries going into overdrive. We all had sex all of the time.
At 30 we had not quite made our goal, we each had two and we were broke. Even with his help, four kids were breaking us, just day care was killing us. I met a man who came to work for my company and over time I got to know him, and over time I explained our family and over time I got to the point where I looked for his affection, first emotional, I needed him to like me and then I started to want his physical affection. One day in his office we beat around the bush for about an hour and he helped me down until I gave him oral sex. I was so uncontrollable that I got on him and we had intercourse in his chair. I didn't want him to stop holding me, I wanted him to just hold me and hold me, I couldn't get enough.
Sex with him was uncontrollable, I couldn't ever get enough, I needed to be with him, I wanted to live with him, I would go over to his place and fix things up and do all things domestic for him. I liked it when he took 'us' out, when he took us all to breakfast or dinner, or to the park. My girlfriend recognized that I had fallen in love with him, and I was.
She married the father of our kids, and I married my new man. I quickly gave him two babies, I had too. In the end my girlfriend and I ended up with her two kids and my four, and we are as close as we can be, we have moved on to our husbands and not each other, but from time to time we need to spend meaningful time with each other. I guess it just took us a long time to grow up, raising all these kids make you grow up. But not so grown up that we can't be man and woman once in a while and just surrender to our own passion. I love my husband, but I love her too.
