I have a history of being used by an adult during my teen years and of having gang banged on the beach with my neighbor when we were fourteen. The gang bang is where I lost my virginity, so did she by the way. Four guys from out of town drinking on the beach at night and we walked past them when we were doing a moonlit walk. We went home with sand in our crotch and cum in our pussy. Luckily neither one of us got pregnant.

I finished my masters degree and went to work for a large public company. I worked with a guy who had a nice wife and two little kids. He was the proverbial big brother. I confessed to him one Saturday when we were getting close done that I had been gang banged. His answer was 'tough shit' and 'shit happens'. Get over it. Then to make me feel better, he told me that his sister was killed in a car accident when she was fourteen. Better gang banged than dead, right?

But when I told him that I had been used by the Priest, it was mostly oral but there was penetrative sex with ejaculation, he got upset about it. He told me he had been used by a Priest when he was a young boy, both oral and penetration sex. We had a deep dark secret together. We talked about it a lot between us, it was our first time coming out with it and talking about it. I heard from him how his Priest had him hold his dick and suck him and I told him how my Priest had me sit on his lap and ride his dick down. I guess it was easier for me, I had a vagina.

When we had sex, because it led to us having sex. The sex was violent, he was so possessive and authoritarian about it. Believe me you know you are owned when you get fucked that way. He owned me and he didn't make any bones about it. He could have branded me and I would have submitted.

It bothered me that he was married. I wasn't ever going to be able to marry him. He owned me out right and I was his, but never to be a wife. He could never tell his wife our secret so he told me and he fucked me and I held onto him. He needed to fuck, and fuck and fuck. It was never enough. I made sure I told him I was his and he could fuck me all he wanted. Better him than the Priest. I guess I was also wanting to clean out my vagina with him, to forget the Priest.

One day many months after our confessional, he told me that he wanted me to come with him, he was taking me to talk with his wife. He told me that I had to listen first, he was telling her about us. I sat and listened to him tell her that he was fucking me. She said she knew that, why had it taken him so long to confess. When she turned to me she asked 'and you like that? being fucked by a married man?' I nodded yes. Well one day, she said, he was going to get tired of me and she was still going to be his wife.

That night I sucked his dick so softly, I made love to his dick, until his dick was so lock and loaded that it had to explode and I did my best not to waste a drop of his precious sperm. After that blowjob I told him I was ready to get pregnant. From now on he fucked to get me pregnant, I was going off all birth control. I was never going to be his wife, but I was going to have his children.

His wife doesn't know about our growing up experience and we won't tell her. We both agree she won't be able to take it. I have his children now, and she has his children, and so she and I are joined for eternity, our children share his DNA. We are each the 'other mother' to his children and we take our responsibilities seriously. We've committed to caring for each other's children as we both care for him. That's our bond between she and me.