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Authors name: John Beard (jackstraw1832@altavista.com)
Story title : Growing Pains

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Growing Pains (MF, reluc)
by John Beard (jackstraw1832@altavista.com)

*

At fifteen I boarded away from home to attend high 
school. One night after the town pump reneged on her 
promise of sex I caught my landlady's daughter 
masturbating. My attempt at rape was frustrated by my 
quick-trigger but I succeeded with a more conventional 
seduction.

*

I grew up a long time ago in a small village. It was, 
shortly after the end of the Second World War and, when I 
was fifteen and entering Grade Eleven, I had to board 
away from home to finish High School. This was before the 
advent of Regional High Schools. 

Like most fifteen-year-old boys at that time, I was a 
virgin and, like fifteen-year-old boys of any era, I was 
horny and I hungered for sex. The only sex I had, 
however, was compliments of the 'five fingered widow' who 
gave me solace every night, sometimes more than once a 
night. That year I boarded at a farm on the edge of the 
small town where I was going to school. My hosts were an 
army veteran, Lou, his matronly, busty wife, Mary, and 
their plump fourteen-year-old daughter, Brenda. 

They were a religious, church-going family although Mary 
seemed to be the driving force on the religion front. Lou 
complained about going to church except on Sunday and 
Brenda seemed often to be ill whenever church was 
scheduled, especially for the twice-weekly Prayer 
Meetings. I wasn't a member of the family, not even 
figuratively. 

Lou and Brenda generally ignored me and, although Mrs. H-
-- looked after my creature comforts, it was a distant, 
duty-bound type of care. As a consequence of this, I 
overheard the family squabbles, and there were lots of 
these. The family fights were generally subdued and they 
revolved around Lou's drinking and Brenda's rebellious 
refusal to do what she was told.

Their daughter didn't seem to be too fond of me. It may 
have been partly because, although I was only about a 
year older than she, I was two grades ahead of her in 
school. 

It was mainly, though, because they had given me what 
used to be her room. It was a big room with lots of space 
for the bed and dresser and even a desk where could work. 

The room she'd been moved to was most definitely small. 
It had likely been a sewing room or something like that 
before it became her bedroom. On the rare occasions that 
she left the door open I could see that there was barely 
enough room for her bed and dresser. The bed was just a 
door's width from the doorway so that, to get to her 
dresser at the foot of the bed, she had to close the 
door. It's not surprising that she resented me. 

Brenda was a frequent subject of my masturbatory 
fantasies. As I mentioned, she was a year younger and two 
grades behind me in school but she looked at least 
seventeen. Although her mother would not allow her to 
wear sweaters (and I overheard more than one argument 
about that), even her loose-fitting blouses couldn't 
disguise the fact that she was extremely well endowed in 
the breast department and I fantasized not only of having 
her plump body engulfing my manhood but having my hands 
filled with her voluminous titflesh. 

It was early November when something happened that 
altered my view of the family.

They were all out to Prayer Meeting one evening when, 
bored, I went upstairs to Lou and Mary's room. I knew I 
was being dishonest but I wasn't going to steal anything 
so it didn't bother me to poke around their belongings. 

Wow! I couldn't believe it. In the bottom drawer of their 
dresser I found a small box, about ten inches by eight 
inches and three inches deep. I looked inside and I know 
I gasped with shock. There was a collection of grainy, 
black and white photos that were like nothing I'd ever 
seen before. Naked, hugely endowed men with their 
oversized organs penetrating equally naked, Rubenesque 
women in places I'd not thought possible. There were 
books, also, and a typewritten story that proved to be my 
favourite, a plotless tale that introduced me to such 
words as cunnilingus and clitoris. After that I looked 
forward to their absences so that I could enjoy their 
little treasure-trove of pornography. 

There was one other change that resulted from my 
discovery that old people like Mary and Lou had sexy 
thoughts. After that I looked at Mrs. H--- in a different 
way. She became a regular fantasy partner as I 
experimented in my imagination with the novel (to me) 
ways of having intercourse described in the books.

As I mentioned, the family more or less ignored me. Now, 
at the dinner table, I would muse about what Lou would 
think if he knew what I pretended his wife and daughter 
were doing with me. It was about this time also that 
Brenda became careless around me. On several occasions I 
happened to see her returning to her room, across the 
hall from mine, from the shower, which was upstairs. It 
was then that I got my first look at her big, fat breasts 
bouncing nakedly as she hurried down the stairs, a towel 
covering only her lower body.

I returned after Christmas holidays, looking forward to 
renewing my images of Brenda and Mary for my solitary 
nighttime pleasure. It was mid-January when, to my 
immense delight, Patsy said I could walk her home after 
next Wednesday's hockey game.

Hockey was my other passion but I wasn't much good at it. 
I was the number three goalie on the High School team, 
which meant that I didn't get to even dress for games. 
The games were played on Wednesday and Friday at five 
o'clock; late enough that it didn't interfere with 
classes and early enough that it didn't interfere with 
homework and study.

You may wonder why walking a girl home in the early 
evening was a big thing? Well, Patsy was a pretty, kind 
of skinny, Grade Seven girl who was probably twelve or 
thirteen years old. More importantly, everybody said that 
she went all the way. And, when she'd told me I could 
walk her home, there had been a certain look in her eyes, 
as if she was telling me it would be special.

During the game, I stood close to the players' bench. 
Patsy stood close by my side and I was conscious of 
little other than the feel of her warm thigh pressed to 
mine. She kept looking at me with her pretty, red-lipped 
smile and I believed I saw an unspoken promise of 
intimacy in her eyes. I was a bit jealous when, several 
times, she leaned over and whispered to Leo, one of the 
star players on the team. I was almost nauseous with 
desire.

When the game was over, one of my duties was to deliver 
the scoring summary to the reporter for the local weekly 
paper. He lived a few houses away. Patsy said she'd wait 
for me at the rink instead of going with me. 

It took longer than I expected to deliver the summary 
and, when I got back to the rink, most people had left. I 
looked around for Patsy but couldn't find her. I didn't 
ask anyone because I felt that they'd laugh at me because 
of her reputation. Finally, after checking every other 
location and concluding disappointedly, that she'd gone 
home without me, I went to the dressing room to get my 
schoolbooks. 

When I opened the door and started to enter I saw Patsy, 
flat on her back on the floor, her slender, white legs 
splayed wide with Leo on top of her, his naked bottom 
pumping up and down as he fucked her. She was looking up 
at the grimy ceiling tiles with a vacant, almost bored 
expression. I guess I must have gasped because she 
suddenly looked right at me and her expression changed, 
first to alarm and then to a sort of sheepish smile. 

Forgetting my books, I closed the door and stumbled 
outside. I was devastated. As I walked home my feelings 
alternated between jealousy and disappointment and then 
regret that I hadn't waited, just in case she'd still let 
me walk her home. 

A wet deck didn't deter me in the least. I was aching 
with frustrated desire and the only consolation I could 
find was that the H--- family would be at Prayer meeting 
until late so I could delve into the hidden trove of 
pictures and books. The widow would get a good workout 
tonight, for sure. 

Wasting no time when I got home, I undressed and headed 
upstairs to shower, almost tripping on a wet towel on the 
stairs. Brenda had likely left it there after her shower 
and I wished I could have been home to see her without 
even the towel to cover her voluptuous body.

Putting on my pajamas, I went to Lou's room and noticed 
two things, immediately. First, the dresser drawer was 
open and, second, the box was gone. Had I slipped up and 
made him suspect that I had found the box? Where had he 
put it? I looked around carefully, not wanting to do 
anything to confirm his suspicions, but I couldn't find 
it. Disappointed for the second time that evening, I went 
back to my room without the hoped for substitute for 
Patsy's charms. What a bummer. 

I returned to my room, turned off the light and lay down, 
thinking of what it would have been like to have my 
throbbingly erect cock inside Patsy's cunt. My whole 
groin area was aching from four hours of erection and 
semi-erection. And I wasn't even going to be able to 
fantasize that I was emptying my load into one of the 
buxom girls in Lou's photo collection. 

Then I heard a sound. It was a sort of whimpering or 
crying noise. For a moment the thought of haunted house 
passed through my mind. I'd heard of them but didn't 
believe in them. Still, it was an old house and a shiver 
shot up my spine. 

Getting up my courage, I went out into the hallway. The 
noise was louder there and, as I bravely tracked it, it 
became obvious that it was coming from Brenda's little 
room. Had she left her radio on? That must be it. The 
sounds sort of came and went but I suspected that it was 
some artsy program on CBC. I listened a bit more, just to 
be sure it was from her room and then I opened the door. 

I'd already had one surprise and two disappointments that 
night and this was my second surprise. I pushed the door 
open to find the room brightly lit and, on the bed, less 
than four feet from where I stood, was Brenda. She was 
flat on her back; eyes squeezed shut, legs widespread and 
flexed at the knees. Her wide hips were twisting and 
squirming and, between her legs, one hand was rubbing 
furiously. Brenda's big breasts were jiggling and 
flopping like two bags filled with unset Jello. Beside 
her on the bed was the box from Lou's dresser and photos 
and all were scattered on the bed beside Brenda's lush, 
naked body. 

My erect penis was jutting out through the fly of my 
pajamas and I literally jumped on top of the defenseless 
girl, roughly dragging her hand from between her legs to 
expose the target of my lust. 

"Whuumph. Hunnhh?" she grunted as my weight came down on 
her, pinning her to the bed. But, quick though I was, I 
wasn't fast enough for, somehow, she got her legs closed 
before I could get between them. 

My throbbing tool drove blindly at her tightly closed 
thighs and, when the sensitive tip contacted the soft, 
warm flesh, it was like a blasting cap to my semen 
charge. I exploded even as I continued to try to force my 
way between those soft thighs and get to my objective, 
her cunt. 

As I spurted onto her naked flesh I was, for the briefest 
moment afraid. What if she told? But as quickly as my 
fear came, it went. She couldn't tell. Not without 
revealing that she had her Dad's pictures and books. 

"Nah...no...don't tell." Brenda gasped and she went limp 
beneath me, her plump body shaking with sobs. "Go Joe. 
hanh... leave." she sobbed.

Even though I'd gone off, my teenaged libido was still in 
control and I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. 
She resisted weakly as I kneed her legs apart and got my 
hand on her holy of holies. God, she was wet. I don't 
know how much of the greasy wetness was from her and how 
much was from me but it didn't matter. 

Brenda tried to push my hand away from her pussy as, 
sobbing piteously, she pleaded, "No...hanh...no 
Joe...hanh...don't." but I was not about to be deterred 
by a few tears.

Her pussy was the softest thing I'd ever touched. Despite 
her futile, restraining grasp of my wrist, my fingers 
slid easily in the oily, wet fleshrolls as her body shook 
with desolate sobs. Unmoved by her blubbering I sought 
her clitoris, remembering how that body part was featured 
in some of the stories in Lou's collection. Brenda's legs 
were clasping my knee tightly as she struggled to close 
them. 

"Whannhh...Nahhh." she cried out when my finger pushed 
against a hard, slick nubbin. "Nahhh!" Although her 
fingers squeezed my wrist tighter, her leg grip on my 
knee suddenly loosened and her hips gave an upward jerk. 
Yes! I was sure I had found her clitoris. 

"Nahhh...don't...hanh...dohnnn't" Brenda whined and her 
body shook with another paroxysm of sobs. 

Moved, and a bit scared by her weeping, I pleaded, 
"Please, Brenda...please let me feel you." but I didn't 
lessen my assault on her swollen pussy. "Please, 
Brenda...you like it don't you?" 

"Nahhh...hanh...but...hanh...can't...scared." she whined 
weakly and plaintively.

"Please Brenda...please?" I was concentrating my attention 
on the hard, little button now and I could tell that it 
was having an effect on her. Her legs were spread wider; 
her pelvis was wriggling and pushing at my finger. 

"Nahhh...but...will you promise? Just that...just touch me. 
promise?" 

"I promise, Brenda...just let me touch you." and, even 
before I spoke my promise, she released her grasp from my 
wrist and tilted her pelvis to give me better access to 
her pussy. 

My premature explosion had dampened the urgency of my 
need and, as the girl's resistance dissolved, I finally 
looked at her. Her pussy was a fat, wet pudding, and 
remnants of my semen were showing white on the pink 
flesh. A few fine hairs fringed her sex and, above on her 
bulging mound, she had a crown of thick, black curls. Her 
plump belly was convex and as I continued to finger her 
sensitive clit, it quivered and bulged. 

Then my gaze fixed on her breasts, two large globes that 
sagged from their own weight and jiggled and swayed with 
her heavy breathing. The tips were crowned with pink-
pebbled aureoles and, projecting out from them were the 
nipples, thick as a large calibre bullet and almost an 
inch long. I touched them, rubbing the palm of my hand 
over their rubbery hardness, and Brenda uttered a 
whimpering gasp. 

"Does that feel good, Brenda," I asked as I took one of 
the cylinders between thumb and forefinger and gently 
squeezed it.

"Hannh...yannh...yeah." she gasped. "Oohhh Joe...promise 
you won't tell?" 

"I promise, Brenda." and I slid my finger into the hot 
opening between her soft labia. The flesh had a fine, 
corrugated feel and it was even softer inside than out, 
the fleshy enclosure moulding snugly to my finger as I 
imagined how it would feel to have it moulding to my 
throbbing cock. 

"Hannh...Joe...touch me...feel me there," she gasped and 
she reached down to guide my fingers back to her clit. 

Holding my hand there she began to writhe against it as 
her breathing went from heavy to laboured to a breathless 
panting. Was she going to come? I got my answer as she 
uttered a low wail, her thighs locked on my wrist and her 
hips heaved and jerked against my hand. 

"Hannh...whooo...hannnhh." Brenda moaned. "Oohhhhh." and 
suddenly she pushed my hand away. "Nahhh...no more...
don't." 

I moved my hand so that I was just cupping the fat 
softness of her vulva and she uttered a long sigh, her 
legs relaxing and opening again. I wasn't sure what was 
going on but, when I touched her clit again, her hips 
jerked and she tried to push my hand away. "Nahhh.don't 
touch me.don't." 

"Did you cum, Brenda? Did I make you cum?" 

"Hanh...annhh...yuh...I guess so...I...you better go, 
Joe...they might come home." 

"Please, Brenda...let me feel you some more." I knew that 
it was at least two hours before the H---'s would be home 
and I wasn't about to give up now. I moved my hand away 
from her pussy to feel her large, quivering breasts. They 
were marvelous, soft and heavy and warm though her 
nipples were smaller now, sort of retracted into her 
aureola. "B...but Joe? I'm scared?" 

"It's OK, Brenda...we have lots of time." I moved my hand 
down again and this time she didn't object when I touched 
her clit. "Please, Brenda...feel me, too?" 

Brenda raised her head and looked at my prick sticking 
out through the fly of my pajamas. "If? Like? Please...
will you leave then... if I do?" 

"Mmm hmm...yeah," I lied as I renewed my caress of her 
hard, little clit and, with my other hand, pushed down my 
pajama bottoms. The girl reached out tentatively, sort of 
shyly, and her fingers touched my tool, making it jump in 
response. 

"Oh!" she gasped in surprise, and then she gingerly 
touched it again. A trickle of clear fluid dripped from 
the tip into her hand and she pulled it back again. "Did 
you? Like? Did you spend?" 

"Not yet, Brenda," I gasped as I guided her hand back to 
my tool, wrapping her fingers around it, or at least as 
far as they'd go around its thick girth. "But I want you 
to make me cum...Brend." 

Her legs were spread wide again and I could tell that my 
fingers were having the desired effect as I stroked and 
probed the soft wetness of her pussy-pudding. Brenda's 
own fingers were doing things to me as, shyness 
dissolving with her growing arousal, she explored my 
throbbing tool. 

"Easy," I gasped when she fondled my achingly swollen 
balls. 

"I'm tender there." 

"Why? Are they always tender," she asked, staring 
curiously at my genitals. 

"You made them that way, Brenda..." I got to my hands and 
knees above her then and she took her hand away to push 
at my chest. 

"Joe? No? What are you doing?" 

"It's OK, Brenda...just so's I can see you better," and I 
squatted back on my heels between her widely splayed legs 
and continued playing with her pussy while I also mauled 
her soft, floppy breasts. 

 "Uh...Joe? Did'ja ever go all the way?" 

"No...but? Can I?" I thrilled with anticipation. I was 
going to fuck her anyway, whether she agreed or not but 
maybe she'd let me without fighting? 

"Nuh...no...I can't." she said but there was a note of 
uncertainty in her voice. I leaned forward over her and 
lowered my head to her breasts. Her nipples were sticking 
out again and I took one of the thick, rubbery tubes 
between my lips and sucked on it. Brenda uttered a 
whimpered gasp and I could tell that she liked what I was 
doing. Her arms and hands fluttered at her sides as I 
showered her voluminous titflesh with wet kisses, sucking 
and nibbling the hard nipples while I continued to caress 
her sloppy, soft pussy. 

Her breathing was becoming laboured and my groin area was 
afire with lust as I angled my hips lower until the tip 
of my cock contacted the moist warmth of her vulva. 

"Hanh! No Joe! No!" and her hands grasped my tool, 
pushing it away from my target. 

"Please Brenda...let me put the tip in...please...that's 
all I want." 

"Nah...no...scared." 

"Please Brenda...just the tip...that's all." And as I 
pleaded, her defensive grip on my cock lessened. 

"Promise? Just the tip? No more?" 

"I promise, Brenda." and my hand joined hers on my prick 
as I directed it lower to her hot, cuntal orifice. She 
squeezed me tighter as I pushed past her inner labia and 
felt the marvelous, moist warmth as she opened to me. 

It felt fabulous, so soft and warm and wet. I pushed in a 
bit more. 

"Nah...no more...hurts." Brenda moaned as the sensitive 
head of my cock was engulfed by her exquisitely snug 
softness. 

My ingress was hampered not only by her hands, which were 
now trying weakly to push me away, but also by an 
obstruction inside the humid channel. Oh God! I couldn't 
wait. Roughly I pulled her hands away and pushed in hard. 

"Hurrttsss!" She wailed as I exulted with the incredible 
feeling of being enclosed by her soft, moist flesh. "Take 
it owwwttt!" 

Ignoring her shrill cry, I penetrated the tight-fitting 
sheath, thrilling to the sensations her hotly clinging 
cuntflesh were imparting. My hips came to rest pressed 
closely to hers as I savoured the total sensuality of 
having a girl's inner fleshy tissue moulded snugly to my 
throbbing cock. 

"It's OK Brenda," I murmured. "Does it still hurt?" 

"Nah...not now...b b but? You promised?" 

Her body was tense and still beneath me for a moment and 
then it shook slightly with a stifled sob. With the 
motion, her hot cuntflesh fractioned my penis and I felt 
the churning, boiling sensation in my swollen balls that 
signaled an eruption. Holding my own body rigid and 
gritting my teeth I fought the urge to cum. My cock made 
a slight jerk and I backed off ever so little, hoping 
against hope that I could control myself.

I squeezed my eyes shut and I squeezed the muscles that 
controlled my tool as hard as I could, restraining myself 
from doing what I really wanted to do, which was to 
thrust in and out of the hotly engulfing passage. There 
was a brief flash of fire in my loins and then the 
urgency was gone. I raised my upper body from Brenda's 
and looked down at her with a feeling of triumph. 

She wasn't looking at me. Her gaze seemed to be fixed on 
a picture on the wall, a forest scene. I tried a short, 
tentative thrust to confirm that I was in control of my 
body. I was. I felt no sense of urgency and, in fact, I 
was quite cool. I think I may have had a mini-orgasm, not 
enough to finish me but enough to take the edge off my 
teenage lust. Slowly, I began to withdraw, savouring the 
wet caress of Brenda's passage on my cock. 

"Are you taking it out?" Brenda looked at me then a soft, 
sort of wistful expression on her face. Did she want me 
to stay inside? 

"Not yet, Brenda. Let me stay in you for a moment more? 
Can I?" 

"Uh...just for a moment, Joe...a few seconds." 

I pushed back in. It was heaven. My hand would never 
satisfy me again. In and out. In and out. Slow, then 
faster. She laid there, legs widespread, arms at her 
sides, her big breasts jiggling with each breath that she 
took. 

Peeling off my pajama top, I lay on top of the buxom 
girl, enjoying the soft, pillowy feel, bare flesh to bare 
flesh, of her big, soft tits under me. At the bottom of 
my instrokes I ground my hips against hers, pushing her 
legs wider apart as I tried to worm even closer to my 
fleshy companion. 

"Hanh...annhh...hanh...annhh..." Brenda breathed in time 
with my thrusts. Then her arms went around me, hugging 
me, and her thighs began to clasp my hips on my upstroke,
and then fall away loosely when I pushed in again. Her 
belly began to bulge and palpitate under mine and her 
sounds changed. 

"Aahhhh? Hunnh! Aahhhh? Hunnh!" she moaned, alternatively 
questioning and grunting. I felt the heat in my groin 
burst into a fire and I knew that, this time, there was 
no holding back. 

As the tempo and force of my thrusts increased, Brenda's 
arms hugged me tighter, her breath gusting with hot 
whoomphs each time I hammered her pneumatic frame. I 
ground against her breasts, enjoying the feel of their 
full softness under my chest but the overwhelming centre 
of my feeling was between my legs. 

It was incredible! It felt for a moment as if my balls 
were retracting up into my body as the rush of semen 
traversed its convoluted course from my testicles to my 
prostate-pump and then, as I moaned in ecstasy, to spurt 
into the cock-filled depths of my partner's inexperienced 
body. It seemed almost as if it was coming from my heels. 
I made a couple more short jabs and I felt the liquid of 
my ejaculation adding to the wetness of Brenda's vagina. 

I jerked reflexively against her warm, soft pelvis and, 
as I pumped my sperm up into her, her belly seemed to 
bulge with each frantic burst and she uttered sharp, 
little whimpers as if she could feel her cunt being 
flooded. Drained and weak, I slumped down, full weight, 
on the girl's body as, squirming beneath me, she hugged 
me tight. 

I enjoyed a brief moment of blissful lethargy and then 
reality intruded. What if the H---'s came home? What if 
Brenda told her mother what I'd done? What if I'd knocked 
her up? Fear induced adrenalin finished off whatever was 
left of my erection and I rolled off of her limply 
quivering body. 

"Are you done? Is it over, Joe?" Brenda sounded timid and 
maybe even disappointed but, as I looked at her pale 
nakedness, there was no more appeal. Her features were 
coarse, her breasts flabby, her belly, fat. Her hand 
moved 
down to the wet curls of her bush and I saw a trickle of 
red-stained jism oozing from the slightly gaping lips of 
her cunt. 

"They may come home, Brenda. I'd better go," I said as I 
grabbed my pajamas and headed for the door. 

"Uh...I guess you deflowered me, Joe?" she said as she 
examined the evidence on her fat cuntlips. "Mom'd be real 
mad at you if she knew." Those were the last words I 
heard from her that night. By morning I knew we hadn't 
been caught and I had convinced myself that she was too 
young to get knocked up. At the breakfast table, Brenda 
wouldn't look at me but by then, my libido was recharged 
and I got an instant erection as I looked at her buxom, 
chastely clad body. At dinner that night and breakfast 
the next day, she still ignored me, whether from 
embarrassment, shyness or whatever, I didn't know. And 
then I went home for the weekend. 

Brenda continued to ignore me after I returned although I 
couldn't help but notice that she was more careless than 
ever about what she wore when she was around me. I was 
going crazy with the desire to once again see and feel 
that body which, immediately after I'd had it last 
Wednesday, had no appeal at all. 

On Tuesday, Patsy sat beside me in Assembly and kept her 
hand on my thigh the whole time. 'Tomorrow night', she'd 
whispered intimately, 'after the hockey game. Mom's 
working so you can come to the apartment to visit.' What 
would it be like with a skinny stick like her? I couldn't 
wait to find out. 

Mrs. H--- said, at supper, that there was a special 
church meeting and, after supper, I went to my room as 
usual. Had Brenda put Lou's box back? They were going to 
church so I could read some of the other stuff in it, now 
that I had some experience. I did some homework and 
watched the clock, waiting for eight, when they'd all be 
gone to church. 

It was a few minutes before eight when I heard a soft 
knock on the door to my room. Damn, I thought. They 
didn't go to church. "Come in, Mrs. H---," I said from my 
chair at the desk. She only came in once in a while, 
usually to ask if I was satisfied with the care I was 
getting. 

"Uh...it's just me, Joe...Mom's gone to church...they're both 
gone. We're all alone. Uh...can I borrow your dictionary? I 
can't find mine." 

Brenda was wearing baby doll pajamas that she must have 
had for years. The short legs came right up to her crotch 
and the top threatened to split from containing her 
oversized jugs. Was she asking for it? She must be. 

"Uh, sure Brenda. Do you wanta sit and talk?"

"Uh...yeah...I guess so...but...just talk...that's all." 

Of course, that wasn't all, but that's another story. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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