Lesbian Female / 34
Not The Plan But We'll Take It, I Agree, Next Time It's My Turn
Early twenties not attached playing around. Mostly I slept alone I wasn't successful. I met a guy, the friend of a friend of a friend. I didn't like him, the usual stuff, self centered, arrogant, too masculine for me. That said I got up, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how I woke up there.
My little ass wasn't happy about it, I'd never been had like that. I wiped and was tender, with blood spots on the TP. I told my best friend, who wasn't happy with me, but out of concern she went with me to the urgent care, the nurse said I had a tear. Not uncommon with young girls like me, tearing me a new asshole. She gave me a cream to use to help prevent infection, keep it clean, wash after every BM. My gf managed to stay serious the whole time.
That day she made me swear, no more guys from then on. Strictly girlfriends.
Ten years went by, no guys, just my girlfriend. I told her I had to try one more time. Straight, up and up, intercourse. We agreed her brother should be the one. He said, if he was called to duty, then why not go all the way. The timing was planned, the place our place, newly laundered sheets, no foreplay, wham bam and go away. But getting mounted to breed me wasn't as easy as you would think. He needed foreplay, to get it up, my girlfriend had to work me up. The event was ahem, nothing to report here. But the objective was met, so operation successful, as far as that goes.
What happened next is taboo, he took his sister 'you too', and mounted her like a wild stallion chasing down a reluctant mare. But cute and pretty, and running away, made him more potent and he got his sister in the family way.
She was the little fertile one, she got pregnant, not me.
Today we have a little boy we named Alton after her grandfather. The brother keeps knocking on my door, he wants to prove he's potent enough for me. I'm not ready, maybe later. I'm just not interested. When I'm ready I'll let him know.
My little ass wasn't happy about it, I'd never been had like that. I wiped and was tender, with blood spots on the TP. I told my best friend, who wasn't happy with me, but out of concern she went with me to the urgent care, the nurse said I had a tear. Not uncommon with young girls like me, tearing me a new asshole. She gave me a cream to use to help prevent infection, keep it clean, wash after every BM. My gf managed to stay serious the whole time.
That day she made me swear, no more guys from then on. Strictly girlfriends.
Ten years went by, no guys, just my girlfriend. I told her I had to try one more time. Straight, up and up, intercourse. We agreed her brother should be the one. He said, if he was called to duty, then why not go all the way. The timing was planned, the place our place, newly laundered sheets, no foreplay, wham bam and go away. But getting mounted to breed me wasn't as easy as you would think. He needed foreplay, to get it up, my girlfriend had to work me up. The event was ahem, nothing to report here. But the objective was met, so operation successful, as far as that goes.
What happened next is taboo, he took his sister 'you too', and mounted her like a wild stallion chasing down a reluctant mare. But cute and pretty, and running away, made him more potent and he got his sister in the family way.
She was the little fertile one, she got pregnant, not me.
Today we have a little boy we named Alton after her grandfather. The brother keeps knocking on my door, he wants to prove he's potent enough for me. I'm not ready, maybe later. I'm just not interested. When I'm ready I'll let him know.
