I Literally Went From Lesbian To Straight After My Lover's OD

There is always a backstory to everything. I am mixed breed latina, Mexican mom and a white guy who fucked my mom. I was born here but we lived in the 'hood with the other Mexicans. Bad neighborhood but good people. In the middle school years a young latina lesbian counselor took an interest in me, for sex obviously. She had a 'man' who kept her out of the poor house. I responded. I guess I was starved for sex.

Her man saw that I had 'potential' and put me in a private high school and then college. He didn't interfere and the most he did was hug me and kiss me, although sometimes his kissing got sexual. But he left me with her and everything was good until I went to San Diego California for a masters.

In California I met Helen, a half breed of unknown father like me, who got to me and I moved in with her. It was every kind of sex that is not recommended, from objects of art to tongues in the wrong places. But she was insistent and I couldn't resist it. I had more and different things in my vagina than I ever imagined, but never a penis.

She traveled once or twice a month to Tijuana and brought 'stuff' back to sell. She brought it back in her vagina covered by a bloody tampon. On the last trip she went into convulsions at the bus stop and she was never brought back. Her autopsy showed that she had OD on the 'stuff' which had entered her system through her vagina (the packet unwrapped inside her). The police made me go and identify her. Bad for a 22 year old.

I went 'home', back to Ila and Jake. Ila was mad at me, upset, hurt and scared. Jake paddled me like if I was ten or twelve. It hurt too, but I didn't dare cry, I took it and spent the rest of that afternoon in his lap trying to get him to love me. Things got hot, like hot with an erection, and he showed me why he always said I needed to quit the lesbian thing and go straight for him. Nothing I had ever put or had put in my vagina came close to the feeling of being under him with his penis all the way in me. When he came I came.

Jake couldn't stop and I was under him all day and all night, Just let go and he grabbed. Walking out of the shower he grabbed me. Half way through breakfast he grabbed me. Why wear panties, they weren't going to stay on me. This went of for a couple of weeks until my period never showed and we realized I was probably pregnant. Self test confirmed it, an ultrasound a month later confirmed, no period confirmed it, morning sickness confirmed it. And Jake not letting me go confirmed it.

Early in my pregnancy I was on my bed face down going through my phone when he walked in and spanked my butt with his hand and started feeling me up, up between my legs. He told me to stay down, and he pushed my pillow under me and lifted me up and gave me a fucking laying on my stomach. I had lots of orgasms but that orgasm was different. He stayed on my back grabbing me tight while I went through the phases of my orgasm. I didn't know up to then that pregnant women could have orgasms. I won't say it out loud, but I think that is pretty much the moment I fell in love with him for real and stopped being a lesbian.

I am 29 now and I haven't relapsed into any form of lesbian behavior. I am 100% straight for Jake and I do all the lady things for him. Ila and Jake have their thing and Ila looks around once in a while for a lady friend. But Jake and me are bed mates and I am definitely the bottom. And when he puts me down flat and gets on my back it is a sure thing orgasm. I can't take his weight lying on my back, but I can take it laying on my stomach. It's the weirdest thing because I am scared of it but can't say no to him.