Bi-Sexual Female / 31
Going On Ten Years Now, Three Kids, A Daddyo And My LT Girlfriend
A little lesbian, forced sex, unwanted pregnancy, all wrapped into one.
I like girls, especially cuddly girls who like to get under a blanket and watch a movie. Not into the hard core lesbians, or the ones who have a gay pride flag tattooed on their ass. No ma'am, I like the girl next door, white of course, I don't like blacks at all. Chunky is ok, I'm chunky, boobs of course, considerate, kind and caring. Everything under the blankets, no PDA.
I go to a wedding in Dallas during my senior year in college. We stay at the hotel where the reception is going to be held. The party goes on way past midnight. I end up in a room upstairs where the party continues. A guy, a random guy who is there gets on top of me telling me to get my pants down. I fight, I'm not a wall flower or tiny thing, 5'7" 155 pounds and I work out. But he's much bigger, he is much much stronger and he already has his pants down and he is poking his dick at me, holds my head down on the bed and tells me to get my pants off. So I do.
I have never been on birth control, not before that night and not now. I don't use birth control. That night I got pregnant and my life changed. Good girls from my neighborhood do not have abortions, they got stay with some uncle in Iowa and have the baby and your older sister adopts the baby, but you do not have an abortion. But my older sister says I deserve it, it's my punishment for getting under the covers with that other girl. I have the baby, I take care of the baby, she's not covering for me. I get pushed out into the limelight, walking around with a pregnant belly, explaining it was a one time thing doesn't work so I make up a story about a guy I really like but he is studying out of state.
After the baby comes, and the legalities are followed, including child support and visitations and all that. Big Daddyo climbs on top of me again, holds my head down on the bed and I just go ahead and take my pants off again. He roots around in me, this time it's daylight outside, the baby is in the crib beside my bed, if I make another one we should get married. There is no chance I'm not making another one because like the first time he is spot on during my most fertile week.
With a big belly, man I got big the second time, with a one year old in my arms, I get married out by the pond at this wedding chapel. My girlfriend of all my life, the one I get under the covers with, is my maid of honor. She attends the birth of my second son. She takes a couple of courses and the doctor lets her receive the baby out of me. It's the most I can do, to get her involved. She can't breastfeed but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to.
Life goes on, Daddo comes home, the children are with the sitter, Daddo has a hard day at work and he wants to mount. Mid afternoon again, this time I don't wait for him to hold my head down, i just take my pants off and bring him on me and guide his penis into my vagina and tell him it's that time of the month and unless he wants a third child he better pull out or do something. But he doesn't pull out, no chance. Pump her full again and get her pregnant again.
I started out life wanting to be a teacher. I'm a glorified baby sitter, maid and sex partner and stay at home wife. My girlfriend of all my life is my partner in all this and she teaches and helps me with the children. She is a good teacher, and she has the children reading at better than grade level. My husband works in a construction firm so no working from home and during the summer months they work until the sun goes down. My girlfriend and I still watch movies under the blanket, and we let our boobs out and play with our boobs, kiss and cuddle and sometimes our hands get down low to stimulate a petit mort moment. We are the couple in the house. I remind him. He knows it. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to hold my head down and mount me like the Lone Ranger. He likes chunky girls and after three babies I'm chunky. He can't get enough of it.
I like girls, especially cuddly girls who like to get under a blanket and watch a movie. Not into the hard core lesbians, or the ones who have a gay pride flag tattooed on their ass. No ma'am, I like the girl next door, white of course, I don't like blacks at all. Chunky is ok, I'm chunky, boobs of course, considerate, kind and caring. Everything under the blankets, no PDA.
I go to a wedding in Dallas during my senior year in college. We stay at the hotel where the reception is going to be held. The party goes on way past midnight. I end up in a room upstairs where the party continues. A guy, a random guy who is there gets on top of me telling me to get my pants down. I fight, I'm not a wall flower or tiny thing, 5'7" 155 pounds and I work out. But he's much bigger, he is much much stronger and he already has his pants down and he is poking his dick at me, holds my head down on the bed and tells me to get my pants off. So I do.
I have never been on birth control, not before that night and not now. I don't use birth control. That night I got pregnant and my life changed. Good girls from my neighborhood do not have abortions, they got stay with some uncle in Iowa and have the baby and your older sister adopts the baby, but you do not have an abortion. But my older sister says I deserve it, it's my punishment for getting under the covers with that other girl. I have the baby, I take care of the baby, she's not covering for me. I get pushed out into the limelight, walking around with a pregnant belly, explaining it was a one time thing doesn't work so I make up a story about a guy I really like but he is studying out of state.
After the baby comes, and the legalities are followed, including child support and visitations and all that. Big Daddyo climbs on top of me again, holds my head down on the bed and I just go ahead and take my pants off again. He roots around in me, this time it's daylight outside, the baby is in the crib beside my bed, if I make another one we should get married. There is no chance I'm not making another one because like the first time he is spot on during my most fertile week.
With a big belly, man I got big the second time, with a one year old in my arms, I get married out by the pond at this wedding chapel. My girlfriend of all my life, the one I get under the covers with, is my maid of honor. She attends the birth of my second son. She takes a couple of courses and the doctor lets her receive the baby out of me. It's the most I can do, to get her involved. She can't breastfeed but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to.
Life goes on, Daddo comes home, the children are with the sitter, Daddo has a hard day at work and he wants to mount. Mid afternoon again, this time I don't wait for him to hold my head down, i just take my pants off and bring him on me and guide his penis into my vagina and tell him it's that time of the month and unless he wants a third child he better pull out or do something. But he doesn't pull out, no chance. Pump her full again and get her pregnant again.
I started out life wanting to be a teacher. I'm a glorified baby sitter, maid and sex partner and stay at home wife. My girlfriend of all my life is my partner in all this and she teaches and helps me with the children. She is a good teacher, and she has the children reading at better than grade level. My husband works in a construction firm so no working from home and during the summer months they work until the sun goes down. My girlfriend and I still watch movies under the blanket, and we let our boobs out and play with our boobs, kiss and cuddle and sometimes our hands get down low to stimulate a petit mort moment. We are the couple in the house. I remind him. He knows it. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to hold my head down and mount me like the Lone Ranger. He likes chunky girls and after three babies I'm chunky. He can't get enough of it.
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