Born For Childbearing, My Lover Chose Me For Her Old Man

In high school my tennis coach approached one afternoon after class and told me I was a handsome young woman, patting my hip she told me I was going to birth babies with ease. More time went by, more comments about my hips, about babies, about my very generous breasts, true to form milk producers, I could certainly feed more than one baby at a time.

Creepy? Yes but I ate it up, looking at myself in the mirror, proud of my baby making hips and very proud of my generous breasts. The fact that to get to baby making I was going to be impregnated by a hairy old man never crossed my mind.

As a senior I was offered a tennis scholarship for college. I majored in kinesiology, did well in tennis for my school and graduated with an assistant coaching job at a private girl's school in my hometown Nashville. Girls everywhere, I coached grades seven to ten, young women coming into their most attractive form. All those beautiful legs, asses, breasts, and all of them off limits. I realized then that my tennis coach in high school had much the same feelings, surrounded by childbearing bodies just screaming to be impregnated. How many young women admired their baby making hips, their milk maid breasts, dreaming of the day an old hairy man impregnated them.

Or like me, and my high school coach, would admire them for being beautiful handsome young women, out of touch but not out of mind. As for me my coach she did help me cross the line, did help me enjoy the forbidden fruit, she did enjoy my baby making hips and generous breasts, and my weeping wet slit. It was also this hairy old man she lived with that left his sperm in me, these hips and breasts she had kept an eye out for him.