Chapter 1

Hal was a relatively stable figure, in a community where stability was in short supply. You see, Hal lived in a working class, or you might even say run-down part of town. Hal had bought a house in the south end of Springville in the street that was adjacent to the sprawling mobile home park, that was home to dozens of single moms and their kids. He bought the cheap house, in the sketchy part of town, because that’s all he could afford after his divorce. He owned the house, and he worked part time at the Walmart up the road, as a greeter, to supplement his retirement. In the position as greeter, he saw lots of teenage girls, and he was friendly and joked with them when they came to the big store. Most of these girls had no dad at home, and as he joked with them and complimented them on their outfits, they came to like the old guy and saw him as someone they could trust. It didn’t hurt that Hal had kept himself in shape and had a full head of salt & pepper hair, and a nice smile. Some of the girls said he looked like George Clooney.

Hal was an ex-cop, and he had moved to Springville because he had almost been fired in his hometown, when he got caught fucking a just barely legal teenager, and his wife had divorced him. He took early retirement, which made his pension less, but meant he was only 55. So that’s what got Hal to Springville. One he got there, he realized that maybe everything had worked out for the best, since he was now free to meet and get to know teenage girls. You see, Hal loved teenage girls, especially their young nubile bodies. That’s what had gotten into trouble and caused his divorce. He loved their firm tits, their tight asses, and their long smooth legs. He loved feeling them and of course, if possible, fucking them.

But we are getting a little ahead of ourselves.

What Hal came to realize, after being in Springville for about six months, was that these young teenagers not only liked him, but they came to trust him. That was a great way to get to know them better, because it enabled him to invite them over to his house and get to know them even better. Most of these girls had no daddy at home, and some had been badly treated by the men they did know. Some had been abused by a stepdaddy or leered at and touched by their momma’s boyfriend. Some just didn’t have an older male in their lives at all, and they all sought the attention that young girls begin to seek, as their bodies develop, and they begin to compete with their moms for the attention of boys and men.

I’m no psychologist, but the reasons that Hal was trusted by the teenage girls that he had gotten to know weren’t hard to figure out. He was stable, owned a house, looked good for an older guy, and was friendly, respectful and nice to the girls. He kidded them and made them laugh, and he never told them what to do. He was always willing to talk and didn’t treat them like they were kids.

So after a while, as he became more comfortable in the new town, and got to know the names of some of the hot young teens who frequented Walmart, he began to come up with reasons to invite the girls to his house. Since most of these girls were still in school, and had no jobs and no income, they were always excited when he offered them a chance to earn a few extra bucks, and there were always chores around his house that he could pay them a few bucks to do.

One of the first to pay a visit, was a girl that looked even younger than her actual eighteen years. He name was Kayla, and she was a pale blond, with the lightest blond hair that feel around her cute face in light unruly curls. She was young-looking with small but apparently pert breasts, and a nice tight little ass, that looked terrific in the tiny cut-offs or the little gym shorts she wore. Her legs were long and coltish, muscled and strong, She had a look that was at once naïve, and sexy, with full lips and two top front teeth that were a little too prominent. Those teeth gave her a look that some might describe as a “dumb blonde” look, but she was innocent and cute. Hal’s cock got stiff every time her saw the girl at the Walmart, especially when she was bra-less, and he could make out the firm swells of her teen breasts.

Hal’s imagination went into overdrive, as he talked to Kayla, and asked about her home life, and what she was doing over the summer, and if she had a boyfriend. It wasn’t easy getting information from teens like Kayla, because they often answered in short, one-word answers, and he had to push to get more than that. She lived with her mother, and her mother worked at the diner, usually the late shift. After saying, “nothin’ much” to his question about her summer plans, he had gotten her to acknowledge that she was saving up to buy a car, so she could get away from her ma and ma’s disgusting boyfriend. It was clear that she didn’t like being at the trailer with her ma’s boyfriend, Trevor. She also told Hal that her ma insisted she clean the trailer, including doing the dishes, the laundry and picking up after the disgusting boyfriend.

When pushed, she said the boyfriend was always looking up her skirt, and would touch her on her ass, and try to feel her up, even after she told him to stop. Hal wasn’t surprised by this, as Kayla had the kind of smoldering sexuality and a hot young body that begged to be felt. Hal told her if she wanted to talk more, he would love to have her come by his house, where he would pay her $25 to do some light cleaning for him. Since she liked Hal and got paid nothing at home, she readily accepted.

Later that evening, when Kayla came by, he was surprised to see she had changed clothes, evidently to look sexy for him. She was wearing a thin yellow cotton t-shirt, that molded to the firm swells of her tits and showed off the lovely little puffy nipples that topped them. The shirt was small, and ended well above her navel, showing off her flat, sexy stomach. She wore the tiniest pair of cut-offs he had ever seen, so small that when she walked past him into his house, he swore that she was exposing at least half of her firm little, rounded ass cheeks. Hal’s cock jumped and tented out his cargo shorts.

“Wow, Kayla,” Hal said. “You look awfully sexy tonight. I always think of you as a young girl, but you look all grown up tonight.”

Kayla blushed, and pushed a lock of her platinum blond hair out of her eyes, as she looked down, then looked up at Hal.

“Do you really think I look sexy, Hal?” Kayla said shyly, “I always think that guys never look at me cuz my tits are so small.”

As she said this, she cupped her tits through the thin t-shirt, making the nipples even more prominent.

“Kayla, not all men like big tits,” said Hal. “I personally prefer sexy smaller boobs.”

“Really?” Kayla asked, surprised. “I don’t know. No one ever looks at mine, they’re just too small.”

“Well, you know there are exercises and massages, and even lotions that you can use to make your breasts bigger,” Hal explained. “Hasn’t your mom ever talked to you about that?”

“She don’t care, and she’d just think I was trying to tease her nasty boyfriend, Trevor.” Kayla said. “He’s always teasin’ me about me having no tits.”

“He’s an idiot,” Hal said firmly.

“So tell me about the ways I can make my tits bigger, Hal,” Kayla said innocently.

Hal loved these kinds of questions from his young teen friends. So he began his story about how she could make them bigger, and how he could help. This is where all the trust he had bult up really paid off.

“Come sit next to me on the couch here, Kayla, and I’ll tell you what I have learned,” Hal started, patting the big leather couch next to him.

“First thing is, tits grow when they get stimulated,” Hal began. “You know what stimulated means, right Kayla?”

“I guess so,” she said, “like when you rub or massage them?”

“Yes, that’s kind of how it works,” Hal said. “But there’s some factors involved that make a big difference. Like who’s is massaging, and how they do it.”

“What do you mean?” Kayla asked, her eyes wide, and her gap-tooth mouth open. Fuck, did she look hot and vulnerable, Hal thought as he looked at her. His cock grew harder, and now formed a big tent in his cargo shorts.

Kayla giggled when she saw the big tent in his pants, but pretended she didn’t see it. But Hal saw her eyes get big, and her mouth drip a little saliva, before she looked away.

“What I mean is this Kayla. You know how when a boy touches you down there- on your girl parts?” Hal asked gently, touching her upper thigh lightly.

“Yeah,” Kayla said shyly.

“It feels different, and more exciting, than when you touch it, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Kayla answered.

“Well,” said Hal, “It’s like that with titties, too. If a man touches them, and especially a man who knows the right way to massage them and help them grow, it feels different and more exciting than if you do it yourself. And it also makes them grow, whereas when you do it yourself, they probably won’t grow much.”

“Wow,” Kayla said wide-eyed. “Are you the kind of man who knows how to massage tits and make them grow?”

Hal loved the question and smiled. He was getting close to his goal now.

“Well, Kayla,” Hal explained. Then he began spinning his story for the trusting teenager. “I’ve been married twice, and I’ve had several girlfriends, and over time, you learn these things. My first wife started with small a-cup tits, and we went to some classes so I could learn the right techniques. She found a very respected and experienced instructor, and we attended these classes together so I could learn the techniques to use on her breasts. By the time we finished with the classes, I was certified as a “breast masseuse” and got a certificate and everything. And within a year, my wife’s boobs had grown to a nice b-cup size.”

Kayla listened intently, staring at Hal. Occasionally, she looked down at his lap, where his dick was still straining upward against the confines of his shorts.

“You know, Kayla,” he said, “I see you looking at my shorts, and I know you can see I’ve got a big boner.”

Kayla giggled and looked down and pointed.