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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 30
"The" Most Amazing Experience
My partner and I rented a townhouse for the space and to get out of the apartment complex scene. Next door was a very pretty 24 year old pregnant Mexican girl. Was it her heavy boobs, her big mommy hips, her mommy glow? She took me by storm. My partner threw up her hands.
We got close, rubbing her pregnant stomach. Her husband worked in Mexico and traveled every other weekend to see her. She was determined to give birth in the US. I don't deny I was taken by her, a crush I hadn't experienced since junior high. When the day came for her birth she asked me to hold her hand.
The doctor, a woman, I hate to say this but she was an obvious lesbian, and she identified me in a second. "Sit here" she told me, "when she's ready you will receive your girlfriend's baby". I witnessed first hand, her vagina, excuse me at that time it's called birth canal, expand and expand and expand, it was frightening, the doctor told me to keep my head, this is what sex does. Them the baby's head was out, I was put in the middle to catch the baby. A girl was born, she breathed, she cried. It's the most amazing experience of my life.
Mom and baby were fine, I spent every spare moment I could with her. Over the following weeks I started to develop a strange feeling, an angst. A nervousness I couldn't explain. I had caught baby fever.
My partner looked at me, "what am I supposed to do?" My friend and coworker stepped up to the task. Measured, clinical, his first 'lesbian', my first 'man'. He was potent, I was fertile. Nature was merciless, demanded my fertility, My partner remembered my experience with our neighbor's child birth. Birth Canal wasn't part of her vocabulary. My second in the room that night, was none less than my impregnator, the baby daddy. And he wanted to replicate my experience, receive the baby out of my birth canal.
We got close, rubbing her pregnant stomach. Her husband worked in Mexico and traveled every other weekend to see her. She was determined to give birth in the US. I don't deny I was taken by her, a crush I hadn't experienced since junior high. When the day came for her birth she asked me to hold her hand.
The doctor, a woman, I hate to say this but she was an obvious lesbian, and she identified me in a second. "Sit here" she told me, "when she's ready you will receive your girlfriend's baby". I witnessed first hand, her vagina, excuse me at that time it's called birth canal, expand and expand and expand, it was frightening, the doctor told me to keep my head, this is what sex does. Them the baby's head was out, I was put in the middle to catch the baby. A girl was born, she breathed, she cried. It's the most amazing experience of my life.
Mom and baby were fine, I spent every spare moment I could with her. Over the following weeks I started to develop a strange feeling, an angst. A nervousness I couldn't explain. I had caught baby fever.
My partner looked at me, "what am I supposed to do?" My friend and coworker stepped up to the task. Measured, clinical, his first 'lesbian', my first 'man'. He was potent, I was fertile. Nature was merciless, demanded my fertility, My partner remembered my experience with our neighbor's child birth. Birth Canal wasn't part of her vocabulary. My second in the room that night, was none less than my impregnator, the baby daddy. And he wanted to replicate my experience, receive the baby out of my birth canal.
