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Archive name: growpan2.txt (MF, reluc, preg)
Authors name: John Beard (jackstraw1832@altavista.com)
Story title : Growing Pains II

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

***

After the non-consensual surrender of her virginity, 
Brenda comes to my room and we enjoy a more leisurely 
adventure. The author welcomes critical comments, 
suggestions and ideas.



It hadn't been rape; I consoled myself, although by 
today's standards it surely was. Even though I was a 
fifteen-year-old high school student, Brenda was also 
under aged and she'd tried to resist my advances right up 
until I was inside her. And she'd unquestionably been a 
virgin, too.

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 big, ripe body but there seemed to be no hope unless 
I forced her again. And I definitely didn't dare to try 
that. 
 
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. After a shower, and wearing 
only my bathrobe, 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 barely covered 
oversized jugs and left her plump midriff bare. The short 
legs of the bottoms came right up to her crotch. 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." 
She sat on the edge of the bed, next to where I was on 
the chair by the desk.
 
"Uh...Brenda...Like? I'm sorry about the other night," I 
lied. If she was, in fact, willing to do it again, I 
figured it would be a good idea to play it low key. 
"You're not mad at me, are you?"
 
"No...not now...but I was after you went to your room. 
But Mom almost found out." Brenda leaned forward then, 
and I could see her marvelous, big jugs jiggling under 
her pajama top. "There was blood on the sheet from, 
like...you know...but she just gave me heck for not bein' 
ready for my period. But you can't do it again...not all 
the way like you did."
 
"Uh, was it? Like? You were wonderful, Brenda. Did you? 
Like? Was it good for you, too?"
 
"Uh, yeah...sorta...but...like...I told Sally about what 
you done, she says I'm old enough to have a baby, Joe 
like I have periods and stuff... And she says her sister 
only done it once and she got knocked up and she wasn't 
no older'n me when it happened... so you can't make me do 
it again, not all the way."
 
That was twice she'd said 'not all the way'. Did that 
mean that she was willing to go part of the way? I sat 
beside her on the bed and, as I did, she moved away from 
me.
 
"No Joe, don't get any ideas...but...like...Sally told me 
what she does with Billy, like...she says lots of kids do 
what they do...and it's safe."
 
"What's that, Brenda? Like? What does Sally do?" Sally 
was one of my sometime fantasy partners. She was prettier 
and taller than Brenda. Her breasts were smaller but I 
sort of liked her long, heavy legs and her big bum.
 
"Uh, like they just sorta kiss and touch...you know? She 
says they even done it on the school bus last week. Hee 
hee. The other kids thought she was crying and she made 
Billy go off in his pants."
 
"Can we do that, Brenda?" I edged closer to her. "Can I 
feel you?" Without waiting for an answer, I put my hand 
on her bare thigh. Her legs were close together but, even 
so, her knees were about three inches apart, unable to 
close completely because her thighs were so large. Some 
guys like slender legs but not me. I like big legs, as 
long as they're shapely, like Brenda's were, and Sally's.
 
"Uh, I...I guess so? But promise you won't try, you 
know...what you done the other time?"
 
"I promise, Brenda," and maybe I meant it, too. Getting a 
hand job from her would be lots better than what I'd 
planned that night. I placed my hand on her thigh and, 
momentarily, she jerked away. Then, barely touching the 
surface of the skin, I slid my hand up an down the 
smoothness, gently pushing down between the softness to 
caress her naked, inner thigh.
 
"You're so beautiful, Brenda. Will you let me kiss you?" 
As I asked, I leaned closer and she turned her face 
towards mine. I wasn't a very experienced kisser nor, 
apparently, was she and it took a couple of tries before 
we got our noses out of the way. Brenda had a soft, full-
lipped mouth; quite different from Patsy's and Patsy had 
been my kissing teacher. Shyly, Brenda kept her lips 
together, moving them against mine and, when I began to 
caress them with my tongue, she tried to back away. At 
first. I persisted and after a brief period, her lips 
parted and then, moments later, her teeth parted too and 
I had my tongue in the moist, warm cavern of her mouth. I 
wondered if it had as much impact on her as Patsy's had 
had on me when she first thrust it in my mouth. Whatever 
the impact, Brenda's mouth was soon opened wide and our 
saliva was mixing freely.
 
And her legs opened, too. My fingers were sliding up and 
down along the silky flesh from just above her knee to 
the crevice where her legs joined her hips. Cautiously, 
each time my hand reached that juncture, I'd work my 
finger under the loose leg of her pajamas and feel the 
delightful softness of her pussy. And, each time I did, 
she'd expel a hot rush of breath into my mouth. But she 
didn't object.
 
Kissing had been awkward at first. I was sitting by 
Brenda's right side with my right hand stroking her 
thighs. I'd turned toward her to kiss and I'd pulled her 
upper body close to me. My robe had come open so that my 
bare chest was mashed against the wonderful, big softness 
of her breasts and, we sort of settled down on the bed so 
that she was lying on her back with her feet still on the 
floor.
 
"Mmmph...don't...no," Brenda gasped into my mouth as I 
began to push down the flimsy bottoms of her pajamas but, 
then she pushed up so that I could get them off. "Hanh. 
Promise, Joe just your hand... your fingers."
 
"I promise, Brenda," I moaned hotly as my hand covered 
the bulging softness of her pussy. I could feel, under my 
palm, the curly bush on her mons and I slid my middle 
finger between the incredibly soft, fat lips of her cunt. 
She began to pant, sending hot, short gushes of breath 
into my mouth as I moved my finger along the entire 
length of her slit. She whimpered when I touched the hot, 
little bud at the very bottom and she gasped when I 
rubbed on the hardness of her clit. The whole area 
between her outspread thighs was wet, wet with her oily 
effusion, and then I inserted my finger into the hot 
mouth of her vagina. 
 
"Mmmph, no...not that," she protested, twisting her head 
away and breaking off our kiss. "Just outside...that's 
all." She rotated her hips downward and my finger slipped 
out of the snug enclosure.
 
"Sorry, Brenda," I grunted in disappointment. "I thought 
you'd like it." My testicles were aching painfully and my 
penis was throbbing with need and I pressed it against 
her naked hip. I wanted her to hold me, to stroke me, but 
I felt as if just one touch of her fingers would make me 
explode. And I didn't want that. Not yet.
 
"It's not that, Joe it's just...Oohhhhh," and she jerked 
against me when my finger again found her swollen cum-
trigger.
 
"Oh no," I gasped when her warm hip-flesh rubbed my 
sensitive foreskin and I felt the beginning of an 
eruption in my loins. I reached down quickly to grasp my 
throbbing organ, squeezing it tightly and trying to stem 
the imminent explosion. I felt one burning spasm wrack my 
loins. My penis bucked once after I gripped it and I felt 
a trickle of jism escape but squeezing my cock with 
painful force and willing it to stop, I managed to check 
my unwanted orgasm. 
 
"Hanh...what, Joe? What happened?" and Brenda raised her 
head and looked down as I backed away from my cock-
contact with her hip. A white glob of semen dribbled from 
the tip of my tool and dropped onto her hip. "Did you? 
Like? Did you finish?" 
 
"No, Brenda," I mumbled, unsure but hoping I hadn't lost 
it. "Let me." and I slipped my hand up under her pajama 
top and got hold of one of her marvelous, big breasts. 
Her head fell back onto the bed as I worked the top 
higher until both of her jiggly jugs were bare and she 
lay there in silent acquiescence while I resumed 
titillation of her pussy and gently mauled the big, soft 
flesh bags that were her tits.
 
"Hold it, Brenda put your hand on me," I whispered and I 
guided her hand down to my pulsating prick. If she 
wouldn't let me fuck her again, at least she could give 
me a hand job.
 
"What? How? What do you want me to do?" Her fingers 
couldn't quite span the girth of my still swollen cock 
and, with orgasm no longer imminent, I began to fuck 
slowly into the tightening grasp of her warm hand.
 
"That's it, Brenda that feels so good," I moaned 
appreciatively as I resumed my own assault on her senses. 
The tension that had briefly tautened her frame was gone 
completely and now she was allowing me to slide my finger 
up to the second knuckle into her vagina. Her hand had 
instinctively taken on a rhythm of squeeze and release as 
I fucked it and I was savoring the sensual delights of 
her plump, buxom body.
 
"Not all the way, Joe? You can't," she panted, sounding 
like a steam locomotive, as it was about to get underway 
when I moved one leg across her open thighs. "Please. You 
can, we can do it like this," and she began to pump my 
tool faster.
 
 
Her enlarged clitoris rolled slickly under my fingers and 
she tilted her broad pelvis receptively as I fingered 
her. She soon had a stranglehold on my organ and, as she 
pumped me inexpertly, her breathing became louder and 
more laboured.
 
"Easy Brenda, don't move...just squeeze me," I hissed, 
feeling again as if my aching testicles would explode.
 
"Hanh...OK Joe...Hanh...Joe." the girl panted, almost 
hyperventilating as I worked my fingers on her sloppily 
wet pussy. We kissed, her soft mouth opened wide and her 
tongue tangling wetly with mine. I could tell that she 
too was close to climax but I didn't want her to cum yet. 
Not until I was inside her.
 
"You're beautiful, Brenda. The buxom teen's hips were 
writhing as my fingers alternately rubbed her clit and 
gently probed the hot mouth of her vagina.
 
I caressed the outside of her pussy lips with my outer 
fingers and made gentle little circles on her clit with 
my thumb as my middle finger. Brenda's legs got even 
looser and I could feel the elastic grip of her cunt-
mouth closing around my finger as I alternated between it 
and her clit. She was gasping for breath now and I was 
sure she was about to orgasm.
 
"No, hanh...no," she protested, clamping her thighs 
together and trying to push me off when I again rolled 
half on top of her. "You promised. Don't." 
 
"But Brenda...why?" I groaned. I tried to force my knee 
between hers as she writhed and tried to push me away. I 
saw tears well up in her eyes and, relenting despite my 
almost mindless lust, I stopped trying to force her. 
"Please, Brenda we did it before and you liked it, didn't 
you?"
 
"I know Joe...but...like...I'm scared...it's not 
safe...you could make a baby in me," 
 
"You could get on top, Brenda...it'd be safe that way," I 
panted, hoping she wouldn't know I was lying. "C'mon 
darling, let's do it that way
 
"Joe? But? Are you sure, Joe? No. You're just saying that 
to trick me." 
 
"No honest, Brenda, I read it in one of your Dad's 
books...Honest." As I spoke, I rolled onto my back, using 
my free arm to pull her soft, heavy body over on top of 
me but keeping my other hand firmly against her pulpy 
vulva. She whimpered softly but, like a warm, fleshy 
puppet, she sprawled over me, her legs straddling my own.

"Hanh...Joe...are you sure? Brenda whimpered as I tried 
to push her upright above me. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"I know it is, Brenda," She was heavy and, although she 
wasn't helping, she wasn't resisting, either. My hand was 
between her opened thighs, pushing up against her pussy 
and I lifted her until she was kneeling on all fours 
above me. Brenda didn't object this time when my middle 
finger slid into her hot, juicy vagina. I finger-fucked 
her slowly, keeping the lower part of my finger on her 
clit and I mouthed her heavily hanging breasts as they 
jiggled and swayed just above my face.

The tempo and force of her breathing told me that Brenda 
was thoroughly aroused and I pushed her upright above me.

"Hanh...but...are you sure, Joe is it really OK, this 
way?"

"I'm sure Brenda," I grunted in a lust-choked voice as I 
manipulated her compliant body, guiding her into position 
before withdrawing my finger from her steamy twat. "It'll 
just run out 'coz you're sitting up. It won't stay up 
inside." Her tits looked even bigger than when she'd been 
on her back as she knelt nakedly over me.

"I don't think we ought to, Joe?" But, despite her 
timidly whimpered objection, she acquiescently allowed me 
to draw her hips lower towards my up thrust penis. She 
was looking right at me with heavy-lidded eyes, her 
pretty mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to say 
more.

"Yes, Brenda you like it. You know you do," and then I 
felt the incredible heat and softness of her pussy as we 
made contact. My libido was under control again and I was 
cool enough that I could savor every sensation from her 
lovely body. Brenda whimpered as my cockhead split the 
puffy bulge and slid between her pussy lips. I pulled her 
lower, and felt wonderful, hot clasp as I cleaved the 
tight, moist folds of her welcoming sex.

"Joe...Annh Joe." she moaned, her eyes widening as I drew 
her down, impaling her stout body on my up thrust shaft. 
Unlike the first time, I was able to savour every moment 
of the delightful, erotic sensation as the snug mouth of 
her cunt engulfed the head of my cock. Brenda's eyes 
widened and her mouth gaped as I easily forced her lower 
and her moist inner flesh surrounded me. It was 
absolutely fabulous. Slowly, her wide hips settled down 
and her silky sheath enclosed me. And then her lush ass 
was sitting on me and I was all the way in.

"Oohhh Brenda...you feel so good around me. Do you like 
it?"

"Annhh...Joe...I'm scared?"

 

I knew, from what I'd read, that her clitoris was the 
most important trigger for her and I inserted my hand 
between our bodies to find it. My other hand went higher 
to cup and maul her big, ripe, breasts as they jiggled 
and swayed above me. We remained like that for maybe a 
minute or so, her hot cunt enclosing my pulsating penis, 
her big tits filling my free hand. Brenda's breathing, 
which had become gentle during our initial coupling, was 
soon laboured and her body, which had been limp and 
heavy, began to jerk and twitch from the titillation of 
my fingers on her clit.

"Do it Brenda fuck me," I panted and using one of her 
big, heavy breasts as a lever, I urged her to move up and 
down. Tentatively, at first, she raised her hips about an 
inch, then two inches and then, as my hand on her breast 
gave her tempo, she began to ride me. Her big, soft 
breasts bounced and jiggled and swayed above me

"Yes Brenda...yes...that's it...you're wonderful."

"Joe...hannnhh Joe." she panted. 
"Hunnh...hunh...hunnnhh." and I pulled my hand from her 
clit, letting her settle down until our pubic bones were 
mashed together, separated only by the fleshy pads. 
"Unngh," she groaned as her motions became jerky and 
erratic and I felt her tightly enclosing sheath spasm 
around me.

"Oohhh yesss Brenda," I moaned as the tiny muscles inside 
her once-fucked passage massaged my pulsating cock. I 
opened my legs and, as she sank lower between my thighs, 
taking me inside just a fraction further until the tip of 
my cock bumped and pushed on something hard, deep inside 
her cock-plugged cunt.

Hanging on to her heavily hanging, big boobs, I arched up 
to her, the sperm in my testicles boiling over and 
jetting up and out through my deeply buried cock to erupt 
up into the depths of her own spasming body. I felt, 
right then, as if I was a foot long. Brenda was 
completely open, her soft cuntflesh was mashed against me 
and her sheath was milking me like a soft, pulpy hand. 

"Oohhh Joe...Oohhhhh." Brenda sighed as she went limp 
above me. I could feel the wet heat of my jism flooding 
around my deeply immersed tool and, as my passion abated, 
my concern grew. What if I'd knocked her up? I knew that 
having her on top had little or no effect on pregnancy.

"Maybe we'd better stop, Brenda. They might come home 
early?"

"Unh...annh...yeah...I guess so," and with a whimper, 
Brenda rose up above me, a trickle of creamy cum 
dribbling from her fuck-spread labia. She looked down 
and, seeing the evidence of our coupling, she said shyly, 
Yeah, Joe I believe you now it's all running out."

It's probably lucky for me that, the next week, Lou 
announced that they were moving and I had to change to a 
different boarding place. I hope I wasn't part of the 
cause but I heard, a few years later that Brenda had 
become pregnant when she was sixteen.


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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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