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Women Only
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Straight Female / 59
A Kick In The Balls... And The Rest Is History
My father was the President of the electrical utility. We were kids of the times an attended a select private school. My classmates were all kids of wealthy families, some very influential. One boy, we were seventh grade, got kicked down below by a girl in the hall. He went down in front of me, because he had snapped the girl's bra strap. What was I to do?
He looked terrible. I knelt and asked him if he was alright. His answer was strained but he tried to put on a good face. He recovered and stood up, walked away bent over into the boys room.
We became friends. One day I asked him how it felt to be kicked in the balls. His look was priceless, I had to add quickly 'girls don't have balls'. We talked, adult like, anatomy differences, penis, vagina, balls, vulva. Incredible detail, so young but we were quite knowledgeable really. Little by little we got to the point of no return, you show me and I'll show you mine. Which led to touching, and laid on my back with my legs open, a close examination. It could only end one way, we had adult intercourse, with full ejaculation.
Being one of those girls taught to not hide from my mother, she froze in fear. 'All babies are welcome', before giving me the adult disapproval. 'Whose idea was this?', well, it sort of happened. In those days things were a lot different, arrangements were made for me to live with my grandparents, an agency engaged to place the adoption. On the day my baby came I would not let go of him, screaming my head off. My mother and grandmother came in to talk to me, the nurse should never have let me see my baby.
All babies are welcome, my mother could not say anything. 'Babies are for adult girls, you're an adult now, you will take care of your baby'. We played man and wife, Mom and Dad, had adult like conversations. But mothers know best, I wasn't allowed to get married until we were both out of college. Our son was the ring bearer.
He looked terrible. I knelt and asked him if he was alright. His answer was strained but he tried to put on a good face. He recovered and stood up, walked away bent over into the boys room.
We became friends. One day I asked him how it felt to be kicked in the balls. His look was priceless, I had to add quickly 'girls don't have balls'. We talked, adult like, anatomy differences, penis, vagina, balls, vulva. Incredible detail, so young but we were quite knowledgeable really. Little by little we got to the point of no return, you show me and I'll show you mine. Which led to touching, and laid on my back with my legs open, a close examination. It could only end one way, we had adult intercourse, with full ejaculation.
Being one of those girls taught to not hide from my mother, she froze in fear. 'All babies are welcome', before giving me the adult disapproval. 'Whose idea was this?', well, it sort of happened. In those days things were a lot different, arrangements were made for me to live with my grandparents, an agency engaged to place the adoption. On the day my baby came I would not let go of him, screaming my head off. My mother and grandmother came in to talk to me, the nurse should never have let me see my baby.
All babies are welcome, my mother could not say anything. 'Babies are for adult girls, you're an adult now, you will take care of your baby'. We played man and wife, Mom and Dad, had adult like conversations. But mothers know best, I wasn't allowed to get married until we were both out of college. Our son was the ring bearer.
