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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 30
As A Lesbian Woman I Can't Wait To Get Pregnant One More Time
I finished college without ever having fallen in love or had any emotional attachments. I became active sexually in high school with my art teacher. She loved to render sketches or paintings of me in the nude, and she loved to land kisses on me, mouth, nipples, vagina area. For her purposes she kept me well trimmed down below. Many times she offered her vagina for me to kiss and get her lady juices all over my face. I liked sex, from the very beginning. And I never had a problem that she was a woman and not a man. She was very protective of me and forbid me from ever having a man on top of me.
After I went to college I had several girlfriends, and had sex with all of them. I had learned how from my art teacher and I suppose I came across as a butch girl to them. I hunted them down, ate the out, put my mark on them. The hunger or thirst I felt for having sex with them cannot be called love. It was outright sexual hunger, the pleasure always one sided, whether they received any form of sexual arousal or pleasure was not my concern.
I left college and got a job as a docent at a large metropolitan art museum. From the very beginning it was surprising to me how many of the women there were gay. I ate my way through several of them before being asked to leave as a result of a 'complaint'.
I returned home, having no where special to go. My family is tight nit and I had to spend time with a cousin of mine. I told him about my time, about my art teacher, about what it felt like to eat a girl, to suck on her tits, to be naked with her. All he got out of it was an erection, which her turned on me one afternoon, pulling my pants down and on my back working his erection as deep as he could into my vagina. He played with me, telling me he was going to get me pregnant, having me beg for him not to, and shoving himself inside one more time until he ejaculated into my vagina and managed to get me pregnant. That daughter is now a four year old little girl and I suck her father's dick from time to time.
The very first person I fell in love with was my daughter. Her tiny body in my arms against my naked breasts, her father standing over me while they cleaned me up from the afterbirth. He took it as his rights to denude me, to have sex with me, to ejaculate into me. I breast fed my daughter for a bit over a year and he squeezed milk out of my nipples because he could. I learned to suck his dick at that time, better to swallow than to have more sperm in my uterus working its way up to my eggs. I never refused him and whether or not I got pregnant was just one of the things that it was for me to do. I loved being pregnant, I complained but waited with baited breath to find out if I was pregnant again. Whether he got on me face to face, or as he tends to do pull my pants down and enter me from behind, I don't care really. I love to get fucked.
I ask myself often if I am in love with him. I don't know, I don't have those kinds of feelings. I do love my daughter and now her baby brother. But really my feelings are for my daughter, my son is an obligation which I am happy to take care of. I attribute that to them being men and us being women.
During these past six years that I have been under my cousin's thumb I have paid scant attention to other girls. I have eaten a few, some not so much girls, older women really. It's still a feeling of a rush to eat a woman, to have my face covered in her slime. I like nipples and tits, but not so much from larger women. As to kissing, just makin out, I suppose it has to be the right girl, one that I kiss until I want to eat her too. I learned my lesson with him, telling him about all of my conquests and girls I had known. Now it is kiss and don't tell, I don't want him knowing what I do.
After I went to college I had several girlfriends, and had sex with all of them. I had learned how from my art teacher and I suppose I came across as a butch girl to them. I hunted them down, ate the out, put my mark on them. The hunger or thirst I felt for having sex with them cannot be called love. It was outright sexual hunger, the pleasure always one sided, whether they received any form of sexual arousal or pleasure was not my concern.
I left college and got a job as a docent at a large metropolitan art museum. From the very beginning it was surprising to me how many of the women there were gay. I ate my way through several of them before being asked to leave as a result of a 'complaint'.
I returned home, having no where special to go. My family is tight nit and I had to spend time with a cousin of mine. I told him about my time, about my art teacher, about what it felt like to eat a girl, to suck on her tits, to be naked with her. All he got out of it was an erection, which her turned on me one afternoon, pulling my pants down and on my back working his erection as deep as he could into my vagina. He played with me, telling me he was going to get me pregnant, having me beg for him not to, and shoving himself inside one more time until he ejaculated into my vagina and managed to get me pregnant. That daughter is now a four year old little girl and I suck her father's dick from time to time.
The very first person I fell in love with was my daughter. Her tiny body in my arms against my naked breasts, her father standing over me while they cleaned me up from the afterbirth. He took it as his rights to denude me, to have sex with me, to ejaculate into me. I breast fed my daughter for a bit over a year and he squeezed milk out of my nipples because he could. I learned to suck his dick at that time, better to swallow than to have more sperm in my uterus working its way up to my eggs. I never refused him and whether or not I got pregnant was just one of the things that it was for me to do. I loved being pregnant, I complained but waited with baited breath to find out if I was pregnant again. Whether he got on me face to face, or as he tends to do pull my pants down and enter me from behind, I don't care really. I love to get fucked.
I ask myself often if I am in love with him. I don't know, I don't have those kinds of feelings. I do love my daughter and now her baby brother. But really my feelings are for my daughter, my son is an obligation which I am happy to take care of. I attribute that to them being men and us being women.
During these past six years that I have been under my cousin's thumb I have paid scant attention to other girls. I have eaten a few, some not so much girls, older women really. It's still a feeling of a rush to eat a woman, to have my face covered in her slime. I like nipples and tits, but not so much from larger women. As to kissing, just makin out, I suppose it has to be the right girl, one that I kiss until I want to eat her too. I learned my lesson with him, telling him about all of my conquests and girls I had known. Now it is kiss and don't tell, I don't want him knowing what I do.
