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Life for Pip and her lovers drifted on as normal. But to be honest a teenage school girl having a sexual relationship with her church youth group supervisors was not a particularly normal situation.

Pip s breasts had begun to grow since she went on the pill. The casual observer would not have noticed but her bras had begun to feel tight and uncomfortable within weeks of her starting to take her pills.

She was happy but didn t quite know what to do about her sudden growth spurt. She couldn t go to her mother and tell her that her breasts were suddenly larger. Her mother was a nurse and no fool surely she would click as to what was going on as Pip s breast size had never changed so suddenly. She d already passed comment on how happy her daughter seemed lately.

One day as Jim s cum had finished coursing into her mouth as Nicola nursed him at her breast Pip decided to enlist her lovers help.

Once Nicola had finished masterbating and relaxed with her legs spread Pip kissed her way to Nicola s lips with Jim s creamy contribution (more…)

The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not that good) on the whole the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible.

At the time of this experience I was right out of High School about 19. I was an administrative aid (secretary) to a lawyer here in the mid-west and I was in Phoenix for some training. There were about 20 of us in the class and although I was the youngest I fit in with the group well enough.

The classes were boring and longer than they should have been but we all enjoyed the time just the same. The thought of being flown so far from home just to go listen to someone for 5 days was something that I knew was special. We were given great food for breakfast and lunch as part of the class and I was given a spending allowance for dinners and expenses by the law firm. For a not too special 19-year-old girl from nowhere it was pretty good living.

I of course got to know some of the girls during (more…)

Chapter 1: : Homebase

What? I exclaimed as I spun around from the coffee maker with my fresh cup of coffee and stared drop jawed at my husband Art. The motion made my robe gape open just enough for him to see my cleavage. I pulled the top of my robe together to keep his mind on the conversation at hand. One glimpse of any breast and the man s mind was gone.

I said he watched them and that s how Jones got the promotion over Samuels.

Unbelievable. So your grandfatherly looking boss Mr. King is a dirty old man huh? What in the hell will you have to do before you interview as head of marketing?

Well honey I m glad you asked…

Oh no Big Boy…

My husband started to laugh and I joined him. My robe came open again and I saw him look at me with that twinkle in his eye. I placed my coffee on the counter and walked over to him. In anticipation he scooted his chair back and parted his robe. His dick my delicious dick stood at full good morning attention. I eased back my robe and (more…)

I was always known as the party girl. My name is Lisa but nobody ever called me by that name. A lot of people called me Mikey because I’d fuck anybody you know like the old cereal commercial? I guess I just dated myself referring to a commercial from the 1970’s. That was my decade I guess when I came of age. I believe age is a matter of perception and ironically the name most men call me is Baby as in “Hey Baby” or “Oh Baby”. I’m the girl your mother warned you about. This is my story.

I grew up in far northern Maine in a small logging town. The only things to do up there are either join 4-H or party. Let’s just say that I never did take a lamb to the county fair. In the summer of 1976 I turned eighteen years old and I was more than ready to move on from the frozen north country.

My best friend Amy was going off to college and she invited me to go to orientation week with her and help her move into her dorm room. She didn’t have to ask me twice. I packed a duffle bag I stole from my brother left my parents a note and we were (more…)