Alicia moaned with pleasure as Jim cupped his hand over her breast. Jim thought to himself, "It was never this easy with Alicia back in high school!"
Soon foreplay was just a pleasant memory, as Jim lay on the floor naked and Alicia poised over him. Slowly she guided his throbbing tool into her hot, wet snatch. She moaned as he thrust deeeper, deeper.
Already Jim suspected something was different. Alicia had been busty when he had known her in school, but nor like this. Maybe she'd gained weight. Nahhh. Maybe she had implants, that was it. But it was obvious, every time he touched her, that her bustline was perfectly natural. His hands slowly massaged her bobbing breasts as she slid up and down on his stiff dick. Slowly, slowly, her breasts grew, and grew, and grew, as she moaned, and moaned, and moaned. . . . Jim gaped in ecstasy and amazement as her bustline expanded a full six inches! The shape of her breasts never changed, just grew and grew, perfectly formed, heavy, round, and soft. With wet fingertips, he traced circles around her stiff nipples, stuck out like pencil erasers. She bucked faster and faster and moved his hands with her own across her giant breasts. Finally he came inside her like a fountain, shooting a geyser of steaming splooge inside her hot twat.
Alicia pulled herself off of him. Jim crawled to the couch, totally spent. But something was wrong. Alicia was still on the rug, bucking and maoning, massaging herself with her hands. Her breasts were not returning to normal! "Again, Jim," she moaned, fingering her wet gash. "Please!!!" Jim was still breathing heavily as he dressed. Alicia was on her own now, feverishly bringing herself to another climax.
The phone rang, and Jim knee-walked across the living room to pick up the receiver. "There's a prescription ready in her name at the drugstore at the end of her street." The voice seemed to chuckle. "Better hurry! And bring your money, it's not cheap!" CLICK!
Alicia was finished, for the moment. She looked up at him, her body covered in a glistening sweat. "Again!" she begged, "I want a real man inside me!" But Jim backed away, almost in a kind of horror. It wasn't supposed to be THIS easy.
The phone was ringing again. What will Jim do now?
Tue Oct 19 13:51:15 1999