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Pegs Goodbye Present (Goof Troop)

“Oh, yeah. That’s it.”
Max sits in a chair in front of his window, staring out across the way into Pete’s house. Or more exactly, Pete’s bedroom, where Peg is undressing from a hard day of work. She takes off her pink sweater to reveal a white lingerie bra holding back her massive love melons. Max sits with one hand holding his binoculars, and another one reaching into his pants.
“Oh, baby. That’s what I like.” He says, stroking his manhood inside of his pants. Peg goes on to pulling down her pants, revealing her huge, luscious round ass in a white thong. She goes on to take off her bra, as Max continues to gaze at her beauty. “This is it. I’m finally gonna see it.”
Suddenly, the sound of loud crashing and crazy screams fill the house, causing Max to stumble out of the chair and fall to the ground, bringing half of the room with him to the floor. He sits up and looks at his door and sighs.
“Looks like Dad’s home.” He says as he stands up and pulls up his pants. He lets the shade down so that no one can peek into his room, and goes downstairs. When he reaches the bottom, he cuts across the Living Room and into the kitchen to see his father, Goofy, welling up in tears.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Max asks. “They cancel your favorite show again?”
Goofy lifts his head up and looks at his son. “Max…remember that good job I got a month ago?” Max nods his head yes. “Well, they’re…they’re…THEY’RE RELOCATING ME!!!”
He breaks down into tears again, as Max just stands their, shocked. He can’t believe what his father just said. “But…they can’t.” Max says. “They have their home based here. And I’m in my senior year of High School. This can’t happen!”
“Apparently it can.” Goofy says. “We’re gonna have to leave all of our friends. Oh, this is gonna tear Pete’s heart apart.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be devastated.” Max says under his breath, with a hint of sarcasm. As Max got older, he started to notice how Pete treated his Dad, and no longer felt him as a friend. Although he was still good buddies with Pete’s son, P.J.
Goofy stands up and wipes the tears from his eyes. “No. Now’s not the time to be sad. This is a new beginning. I’m gonna go get started on my packing. From what I heard, we’ll be going to some great foreign land. Some place called Siberia.”
As Goofy passes his son and climbs up the stairs, Max stands there with his eyes shot wide open & his jaw on the ground. “Siberia?” He says to himself. “I’m leaving the comfort of Spoonerville…for Siberia? This…this isn’t fair.” He falls to his knees on the kitchen floor, feeling his life is completely over.
The Next Day…
Max stands out in front of his house. His mood hasn’t changed since last night, he still feels lousy and sad. Beside him stands P.J, who feels just like him since Max told him the news.
“This sucks.” P.J. says.
“Yeah.” Max agrees. “So, has your Dad heard the news?”
Max gets his answer when he looks over at P.J. house, and sees Pete Tap Dancing on the coffee table wearing a Top Hat and carrying a Cane. “Does that answer your question?” P.J. asks.
“PETE! GET DOWN OFF THE TABLE!!!” Both boys turn to the house and see P.J.’s mom, Peg, yelling at Pete, who quickly climbs off the table. She has the voice of a Drill Sergeant when she’s angry, but the demeanor & body of an angel when you’re on her good side.
“Mom’s a little torn up about it.” P.J. says. “She liked having friends living right across from her.”
“Yeah, now we gotta move to Siberia.” Max says. “I haven’t even left my mark here in Spoonerville. No one will remember me or anything I did.” He sighs, feeling that he will be forgotten here. But a moment later, his frown turns into a smile; a smile that P.J. doesn’t like.
“Wait, Max,” he says. “Whatever you’re thinking…”
“I’m thinking that I’m about to go down in Spoonerville history.” Max says. “Get all of the nerds from school that you can, and meet me down at the Lumberyard. I just had a hell of an idea.”
2 Hours Later…
A giant ramp is set up across the street facing the front of the school. Behind the school, dozens of kids are holding a giant trampoline, ready to catch anyone that falls. At the top of the ramp, Max stands with his Skateboard and helmet, ready to make history. He puts his helmet on when suddenly, he sees P.J. climbing up to join him.
“NO! Max! Don’t do it.” He says. “It’s not worth it.”
“Yes it is, Peej.” Max says. “I’m not gonna be forgotten by Spoonerville. From this day forward, they’ll know me as Maximum Goof. The kid who jumped over Spoonerville High.”
With that, Max climbs on his skateboard and pushes forward. He barrels down the ramp, his speed increasing with every second. “This is it! I’m gonna do it!” he says. He reaches the bottom and shoots off the ramp like a rocket, flying into the air. He grabs his board and spins in the air, showing off for the kids watching. But his show ends when he notices that he’s falling too soon. “Oh no, I’m not gonna clear the school!”
He comes crashing down on the roof of the school, missing clearing it by a few feet. He keeps going and falls off the school roof, crashing through the branches of a nearby tree before hitting the ground. There’s a long silence, as the kids gather around Max.
“Whoa…THAT WAS COOL!!!” One kid yells. And that sets off cheering and chants from the crowd. P.J. rushes over to see if Max is OK, fighting his way through the chanting teens. But the chanting stops once a familiar voice is heard.
“OH MY GOD, MAX!!!”
The crowd disperses as Peg runs up to P.J. & Max. “Mom, what’re you doing here?” P.J. asks.
“I was passing by when I saw what happened?” She says. “What was Max thinking? Quick, P.J. Help me get him to the Van.” They both pick him up and carry him over to Peg’s Mini-Van, placing him in the backseat. Max starts to lose consciousness, and the last image he sees is Peg’s face.
“Am…am I in heaven?” He asks. Peg just smiles and buckles him in his seat. P.J. jumps in on the passenger side as Peg’s climbs in the drivers seat and takes them home.
Later that Night…
Max sits at the table in Peg’s kitchen, holding a bag of ice on his head. He has a solemn look on his face, as Peg walks over and slides him a glass of milk. The entire house is dimly lit, and it seems no one is there but them.
“So, you tried to skateboard over the school to make yourself famous.” Peg says.
“Yeah, I know. It was stupid.” Max replies.
“Not really.” Peg says. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to be remembered. You just went about it the wrong way.”
“Yeah…where’s PJ?” Max asks.
“He’s off chaperoning Pistol’s sleepover with friends.” She says.
“And Mr. Pete?” Max also asks.
“Working late at that lousy Car Dealership.” She says. “So it’s you & me alone here until you father can pick you up.”
Max’s face turns a little red. He’s dreamed of moments like this, but never thought that they would happen. He’s happy, but it fades once he remembers he has to move. “Until tomorrow, then we move.” He says.
Peg puts her hand on his shoulder. “Oh yeah. Heard about the move to Siberia. I’m so sorry, Max.”
“Just think of the things I’m gonna miss out on.” Max says. “No more hanging at the movies. No more days at the Skate Park…”
“No more spying on me through your bedroom window?” Peg interrupts, saying it with a sly smirk on her face. Max freezes as his heart jumps into his throat. He begins to panic, almost to the point of hyperventilation.
“Uh…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. P.” Max says in his defense. Peg takes her hand off of his shoulder and holds his hand.
“I’ve seen you with your binoculars, Max.” She says. “It’s OK. I’m flattered.”
Max looks up at her in shock. “You are?”
“With Pete spending all of his time either with the Car Dealership or trying to make Goofy look foolish, I’m glad someone still finds me attractive.” She tells him.
“You are attractive, Mrs. P.” Max tells her. “I mean, I’d marry you if I was old enough.”
Peg is touched by what Max has just said. “Aw, thank you, Max. That was sweet.” She looks into his eyes and can see the love he has for her. She also sees a bit of sadness there, as he knows that this might be the last time he sees her tonight. Acting on instinct, she leans in and presses her lips against his. Max is taken off guard, but quickly comes to enjoy this moment. After a minute that seems like forever, she pulls back from her kiss.
“I’m sorry, Max.” She says. “That was sudden of me, and I should’ve never…”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish, as Max lunges forward and kisses her, more passionately than she did him. Peg is surprised to see this from Max, since she usually knows him as the shy type. She becomes turned on by the kiss, and takes her arm and pushes everything off of it. She takes Max and places him on the table, still holding the kiss. Max probes his tongue inside of Peg’s mouth, causing Peg to pull back suddenly.
“Max! Are…are you sure you wanna do this?” Peg asks him. Max nods his head. Still feeling aroused, and remembering how Pete has ignored her lately, she decides to throw caution to the wind. She leans down and kisses him once more, this time she plunges her tongue into his mouth. Max reaches over and grabs her sweater, lifting it up enough to reveal her bare, massive breasts. Peg breaks the kiss, and pushes her luscious rack right in his face, smiling at him.
“Go ahead, I want you to.” She says. Without hesitation, he puts his mouth on her breasts and begins to suck on her nipple. She lets out a soft moan, not having felt this sensation in a long time. She reaches down in Max’s shorts and pulls out his hardening Cock, stroking the shaft gently in her palm. Max shivers a little, not use to having his member stroked by anyone else. He unknowingly bites down on Peg’s nipple.
“OOH!!!” She yells, feeling his teeth on her. Max quickly stops and looks up at her.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. P.” He says. “I didn’t mean…”
She calms him by putting her hand gently on his head. “It’s OK, Max. I like it a little rough.”
He smiles, before going back to suckling her large round tits. Peg starts to take off her tight pants, then she pulls down her white thong giving a clear view of her succulent pussy. She brings her leg over and straddles him on the table, but doesn’t insert his Cock into her yet. She lets it rub against the crack of her ass, which turns them both on even more. Max continues to suck on one breast, as he caresses the other in his hand. Peg starts to breath hard, and her pussy becomes moister with her juices with each motion of his rod against her ass. She’s finally had enough as she rises up, removing her breast from his mouth, creating a popping noise.
“OK, Max, enough foreplay.” She tells him. “It’s time to give you your going away present.”
“My present?” he asks.
“Yes. I’m going to make sure you leave here a man.” She says seductively, as she raises herself over his manhood. She guides herself onto his rod, cooing gently as she does. Max moans loudly, as he finally feels what it’s like to be inside of a real woman. Peg takes it easy, moving around slowly so to not bring Max to the edge too soon. “So, how do you like your present, Max?” She asks, knowing the answer.
“This…is the best…present ever…” he says, barely able to get the words out. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head, as he feels her warmness surrounding him. He grabs her thighs and holds on to them tightly, as she slowly starts to bounce up & down. The table begins to rock & shake from the force, as Peg’s breasts bounce hypnotically up & down, almost like a yo-yo being played with. Max’s eyes are fixed on her enormous Funbags, and it doesn’t help that he’s almost ready to blow.
“Mrs. P…I’m think I’m gonna…”
At that moment, a thought runs through Peg’s mind that makes her stop her motion. “I can’t let him cum on the table.” She thinks. “There might be stains left. Or worse, the entire table might break. And I don’t wanna explain this to that dumbo Pete.” Coming to a conclusion, she takes herself off of his Cock and climbs off of the table. Max has a look of worry on his face.
“Mrs. P? Did I do something wrong?” He asks.
“Oh, of course not, Max.” She says lovingly. “I just thought of a better way of doing this.” With that, she slowly bends over, resting her breasts against the cold counter, and sticking her inviting ass out for Max to take advantage.
“Awesome!” he says as he climbs off the table and approaches her. He guides his Cock back inside of her love walls and gently pushes in & out of her. Peg bites her lips, loving the feeling of having a Cock inside of her again.
“Oh yes. That’s it!” She says. “Don’t be afraid, Max. Push it in as deep as you can.” He follows orders, and thrusts himself deep within her. Peg puts her head down on the counter and clenches her hands into fists. “Yes! That’s it, Max! Fuck me!” He slams into her again & again, drunk off of the feeling of fucking her pussy. As he continues to drill her, he feels himself about to blow.
“Mrs. P…” She already knows what he’s about to say.
“Pull out and spray it on me, Max.” She tells him. “Spray it all over my ass.”
Not wasting time, he does exactly that, pulling out and releasing his load all over her ass. His meat begins to go limp, as he stands there trying to catch his breath. Peg relishes the moment. It’s been so long since Pete has even touched her, and with Max leaving, she wants to enjoy it as long as she can. Suddenly, the two can hear a car pulling up in the driveway. Peg’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates.
“PETE!!!”
She stands up and starts to get dressed, as Max straightens himself out and picks up the stuff that Peg knocked off the table onto the floor, trying to make the Kitchen look normal again. Once everything is settled, they both head out the front door. They see Pete stepping out of his Luxury Sedan, with a crooked grin on his face. On the street, 3 Moving Trucks with dozens of movers ready for action. This only makes Max miserable again, as he remembers that he has to leave. Peg, infuriated, walks up to Pete.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mister?” She asks, enraged.
“What? I’m just helping the Goof get a jumpstart on his move.” He says, trying to sound innocent. He then turns his attention to the movers. “THAT’S THE HOUSE, BOYS!!!” He yells to them. “LEAVE NOTHING BEHIND!!!” He turns away and laughs, feeling triumphant after all these years. But the feeling fades as he hears a familiar voice yelling from down the street.
“YIPPEE!!! YAHOO!!! WHOOPIEE!!!!” He turns back around to see Goofy jumping & cheering towards him.
“What’s going on, Dad?” Max asks.
“Well, my Boss just told me at work that I can’t be moved. Something about astronomical calamity if we move to Siberia.” Goofy says. “So, he’s given me a permanent spot right here in Spoonerville!”
Pete’s jaw drops as a look of pure horror fills his face. “B-b-b-b…but that means…”
“Yep!” Goofy says, interrupting Pete. “Me and Max will be staying in Spoonerville…FOREVER!!!”
Max’s eyes light up, and he jumps up for joy upon hearing the news. Goofy begins to dance (which will only be described as ‘horrific’), as Pete slowly begins to break down.
“No…NO…NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” He falls to his knees, bawling in tears. Max just looks on, with a jovial look on his face. He then feels someone putting a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see that it’s Peg.
“Looks like we’ll have more time for practice.” She says, winking at him. Max just smiles at her, then joins in with his father dancing. Pete is lying on the ground in the fetal position, screaming ‘No’ over & over, as he realizes that now he’ll never get rid of Goofy.

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Cousins Forever: A hot summers day

“Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, Watch your heartache drip, can’t keep away”
I don’t know how it happened, it just did. In the summer of my 17th year I had my first sexual experience with the girl of my dreams. The only problem was that she was my Cousin.
It was a hot summer’s day in the middle of July as I sat on my back deck slowly sipping on a beer I had snuck from my father’s beer fridge in the garage. No one was home but me. It had been like this every weekday since school had let out for the summer. Electing not to get a summer job I now spent most of my time drinking beer, jacking off, and swimming in our pool.
I was a good looking guy, tall and athletic, but for some reason I had never gotten around to having sex. Sure I had had girlfriends, but none of them for long enough to do anything other than make out and receive the occasional hand job. That was all fine and dandy up until recently, the occasional hand job, and the multiple jack-off sessions were just not doing it for me anymore. I needed something more real, more tangible.
I checked my watch, 5:15; my parents would be home from work soon. Deciding to take a quick dip in the pool before heading inside, I quickly gulped down the last few mouthfuls of Guinness, and dived into our in-ground pool. I resurfaced and swam to the other end. Jumping out I dried off, disposed of the empty beer bottle, and was just heading in the sliding patio door as I heard my mom’s corolla pull into the drive way. I quickly darted down the stairs to the solitude that was my basement bedroom. In the right corner was my bed, on the left a couch and TV, and on the far wall was my computer. It was a powerful machine; Intel quad core processor, 4 gigs of ram, the latest nvidia graphics card, and a spacious terabyte of hard drive to boot. The sad thing about it was, I only used the damned thing to watch porn, a waste of technology if I ever saw one.
After having a quick jack session to some bimbo getting banged by some guy with a big dick and a thin moustache, I cleaned up my mess and decided to watch a few sports highlights. I sat down on the cool leather couch and watched TSN until I was called up for supper.
Dinner was quiet as usual. Aside from the usual interrogative question from my mom or dad, I was able to eat my spaghetti in relative peace.
“What are your plans for tonight?” my mother asked as she scraped the last bit of sauce from her plate.
“I don’t know,” I replied through the last bite of my second helping. “Me and some of the guys might go and see a band down at the guild.” The guild was a local spot to see some pretty good local bands outside of bars, which my friends and I couldn’t get into due to the fact that we were minors.
“Well whatever you do don’t be out to late, you have to pick your cousin Jenna up at the airport tomorrow morning. She’s staying here for the next few weeks.”
“And you were going to tell me when.”
“I didn’t know she was coming until yesterday,” mom retorted. “Please try to be nice to her, maybe show her around.”
Well there goes my privacy for the next few weeks I thought as I put away my dishes in the dishwasher. I would be stuck chauffeuring my cousin around to different places like the mall, and the boardwalk. Jenna was a year younger than me and I hadn’t seen her since I was 6 at the last big reunion. She was from England, where my grandparents and mother were from. It was going to be an annoying few weeks.
“Fine,” I finally said reluctance.
“Thanks, dear,” my mom said as I ran down stairs to my room.
I set about getting ready for the show, slipping on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Spraying on my old spice body spray I headed out for the show still dreading the day to come.
The next morning I woke up and drove my shitty old Honda to the airport. Inside the lobby I waited for the plane to land. Sipping on a Pepsi I had bought from the vending machine, I held my sign that read “Jenna Smith” hoping it wouldn’t take too long for her to notice it. A steady stream of passengers filed through the doors marked “International- Port 2” I looked for any signs of a teenage girl, but it was mostly old people coming from England to the Maritimes for vacation.
I waited, and finally the last passenger to file through the door was a teenage girl indeed. My cock almost lurched at the sight. She had beautiful brown hair in a cute pony tail, piercing blue eyes searching lobby for my sign. She wore a tight “Rolling Stones” T-shirt over her well developed breasts. Her belly button was visible, pierced with a little metal stud. I continued to gaze at her letting my eyes slip down to her perfect waste line and hips. Her blue jeans conformed to her shapely hips and legs, giving a new meaning to the word sexy. Maybe these next few weeks wouldn’t be so bad after all I thought to myself as I watched her walk… towards me! My eyes darted up and I met her gaze, she had seen my sign and was hurrying towards me, backpack swung across her back. Had she seen me looking at her, I hope not it wouldn’t be a very good first impression especially for a cousin.
She reached me and put out her hand. “Hi, you must be John,” she said in a surprisingly sexy English accent, her luscious lips forming a smile on her pretty face.
“You must be Jenna,” I managed, still shocked at her appearance. Most of the females in the family, with the exception of my mother, were complete dogs. Jenna was clearly another of those exceptions.
“You like the Stones to?” she asked.
“Wha…”
“I saw you looking at my shirt,” she continued.
“Sure I do, I like mostly their mid-period stuff with Mick Taylor on guitar, you know “Sticky Fingers,” “Exile on Main St.” All that good stuff.”
“I know what you mean,” she replied. “Ron Wood just doesn’t do Mick T. any justice.”
“That’s what I always say, Mick T. is a better guitarist hands down,” I was glad that we had found a common ground with our musical tastes. If she weren’t my cousin I probably would have asked her out right there. “Anyways, we better get back to my house,” I continued.
“Okay,” she said turning towards the luggage pick up area
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I followed her over to the area determined to carry her luggage for her (who says chauvinism is dead.)I couldn’t help but steal a few glances at her amazingly sexy ass beneath her tight jeans. We waited for her luggage. When it came I picked it up and was amazed at the fact that it was just one relatively small suitcase.
“Are you sure you’re a girl,” I asked nodding at the bag in my hand.
She giggled. “I like to travel light,” she answered placing her hand on my shoulder for a second.
Her hand sent a jolt of tingling electricity through my body; somehow her just brushing her hand against my shoulder had excited me. I remembered back to junior high and the tingly feeling I used to get just holding a girls hand on the bus. This was something similar.
“What a piece of junk,” she had said at the sight of my rusty little Honda.
“She may not look like much but she’s got it where it counts kid,” I retorted, quoting one of my favourite movie characters. “She’ll make point five past light speed.”
She stared at me a smirk across her face. I was suddenly worried that I had weirded her out with my nerdy out lash.
“That’s okay. But let’s just say I’d like to avoid any imperial entanglements,” she said her smile widening until it finally burst out into a laugh.
We talked about music on the way home finding out that we both enjoyed a lot of the same music. She made a few sarcastic comments about my shitty little car, but I didn’t mind, I even laughed at them.
We even made plans to go down to the guild for the blues festival on Saturday. I popped “Zeppelin II” into the CD player and we listened to it as we chatted about alternate guitar tunings. She was perfect she was a rock and blues loving, guitar playing, Guinness drinking, incredibly hot chick. The only problem is that she was my cousin and I would probably have been condemned to hell for thinking the thoughts I was thinking about her. (If I was religious)
We continued to chat as I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. Popping the trunk, I opened the door and went to retrieve her suitcase. Just outside the car I bent to tie a shoe lace that had gone loose. I could see her glancing and smiling at me in the cars mirror. I pretended that I hadn’t caught her. Picking her suitcase back up I started for the house with her following closely behind. Once inside, I showed her to the spare bedroom upstairs. Placing her suitcase on her bed for her I began to head out the door.
“Where are you going you douche,” she called.
I turned around surprised at her statement. “I thought you would want some time alone to unpack.”
“I could use some help.”
“Okay,” I replied, glad for the chance to spend more time with her. Spend more time with my COUSIN I thought to myself, emphasizing the word cousin. Why did the perfect girl for me have to be my cousin? A blood relative, I must be a pervert for thinking about her in this manner, but with an ass like that, and an amazing personality, who couldn’t. My cock lurched at the thought of her ass, luckily it was in a position that I could easily hide my erection if need be.
The unpacking went fairly smoothly. There just simply wasn’t a lot of stuff to unpack, a few pairs of jeans, a skirt, a few t-shirts, a couple of tank tops. It did get a little awkward when it came time to unpack her under garments. She giggled at the site of me neatly packing her panties in the dresser drawer. I smiled back; I could feel my cheeks turning a little red.
The remainder of the first week was pretty much the same. We got along really well and had a great time at the blues festival that Saturday. I had introduced her to my friends, who all took an immediate liking to her that I quickly warded off with a warning stair. Luckily they took it as a big brother type thing and didn’t see through my quiet desire for my cousin.
It wasn’t until the second week that she started flirting with me. Nothing big, the occasional ass-brush against me in the hall, her playfulness in the pool, her playful punches to my arm, and most prominent of all was the half coy smile on her face in all of our interactions. I’m not stupid, and can usually tell when a girl has the hots for me. And let me tell you, all feelings were mutual. She almost caught me masturbating twice, and I have a feeling that she knew I had been. The irony was that I was jacking-off pretending that she was the girl in the porn vids. I even started to look for girls that looked similar to her, but it was hard to find any that were even close to being that sexy. A considerably amount of sexual tension started to build up between us. It all boiled down on Friday of the second week.
It was afternoon and we were watching some action movie I hadn’t seen before. We sat on the couch in the family room together, we leaned against opposite arms, our feet just almost touching. Anyways, the film looked to be straight out of a nineteen eighties made for TV collection (The things you watch when you’re bored) and it was about some cop trying to solve some murder involving a hooker and two crime families. Things took a turn between us when it got to a sex scene in the movie; the cop was having gentle romantic sex with his sexy female partner.
Jenna began to rub her foot against mine, caressing it with her toes. The sex scene was becoming awkwardly long and it was making me a little horny too. Jenna continued to caress my foot with her toes, moving up to my ankle. I pretended to not notice as I continued to watch the movie. Was this more flirting, or was it something a little more. It sure felt like it. Was my cousin initiating something highly taboo? Part of me longed for it; the other part was reluctant to even think about it.
By now she was rubbing her foot up and down my bare leg, from my ankle to my knee and back down. Yep she was definitely getting at something. I finally turned and met her gaze. Her eyes looked as if she longed for attention, attention that for some reason only I could give. I extended my hand for her. She took it, and I pulled her closer. Wrapping my arm around her I gently caressed her bare shoulder and started to rub her stomach with my other hand. She smiled at me as I rubbed.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” I said, no longer shy of my nerdy side.
She giggled in response, as she rubbed my upper leg with her hand. “It’s okay baby,” she said coyly. “I won’t bite.”
I gazed into her piercing blue eyes; she abruptly closed them and leaned towards me expectantly. I did not disappoint, our lips met with the gentle passion of two lovers kissing for the first time. The kiss felt like an eternity on its own. My tongue rolled around hers as they danced together. If you want to know how to hold your breath for a record amount of time, all you have to do is kiss my cousin Jenna. When she finally but reluctantly released me letting my lower lip slide between her teeth, I realized that we were both sweating heavily and I was caressing her left breast. Her nipples were hard through her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She tugged at my shirt and I held up my arms for her to take it off. She pulled it off and turned her attention to my stomach and chest. She kissed my abs, working her way up with a trail of gentle kisses and licks to my nipples. Gently nibbling and licking them, she continued up until she met my lips in a more forceful kiss this time.
It was my turn to take her shirt off. She held her arms up as I slowly pulled the bottom of her tank top up. I watched intently as the fabric pulled away from her smooth skin. My cock stood at full attention as her average sized but shapely breasts bounced out of her top. They looked nice and firm, a trait I admired. Her eraser tip nipples were perfect extruding from her quarter sized areolas. Her shirt pulled away from her head, and I threw it to the floor. I began to massage both breasts. She let out a soft moan as my thumbs began to rub against her nipples. Once again our gaze met, and on her face was a look of pure ecstasy. I continued to knead her breasts until I could not take it anymore. I had to give those nipples a taste.
Getting on my knees in front of her, I began to rub her breasts once more. She moaned, a little more powerfully this time as I took her right nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste of her sweat. I continued to suck on her right breast, as I went back to massaging her left.
“That’s it babe,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “Suck on my tits.”
I shifted positions, now sucking her left nipple, and rubbing the small of her back. I reluctantly decided that that had been enough and left a trail of gentle kisses and licks up to her neck until I reached her mouth.
Locked in a passionate kiss once again, she began to rub my stiff cock through my shorts. I was in heaven. The feeling of her feminine hand, considerably smaller than mine was incredible. A jolt of sexual energy shot through my body at her touch, and it was my turn to moan. Still locked in a kiss, I placed my hands firmly under her jean covered ass and stood up, lifting her with me. Turning around, I sat back on the couch.
Now in a straddle position, she began to rub my chest, stomach, and more importantly she continued to pay some much needed attention to the stiff member beneath my shorts. I continued to rub my hands against her smooth soft skin, this time electing to rub the small of her back. Occasionally I would slip my hands down into her jean pockets and massage her soft but cheeks, enjoying the feeling of her warm and sweaty skin. Releasing my mouth from hers, she leaned forward her breasts rubbing against my chest. She turned her attention to my ear, taking it between her teeth and nibbling on it. Man this was great. It was her next remark that I would remember my whole life. From now on, every time I would think of these words, my cock would lurch to attention from the pure taboo pleasure they made me feel.
“Cousin John want his cock sucked?” she asked, a stifling sound to her voice. Just those words alone sent shivers down my spine. This was so inconceivably wrong, but it felt so right. For those few seconds we were both there, living in the moment. Nothing else existed, just us and our cousinly lust. Somehow I had justified the kissing and rubbing as just plain old fun experimentation, happens all the time I thought, thinking of the stories you here about cousins down in the more southern areas of the US. I didn’t know how my mind could justify what was about to happen. My conscience, and my cock, were always in a constant battle. A battle my conscience rarely one, and this time was no exception.
“Yes,” I finally responded. “Please, I need your lips wrapped around it.”
Kneeling down in front of me, she smiled as she tugged at my shorts. I lifted myself up a bit allowing her to pull them off with ease. She had pulled my shorts and boxers off in the same pull and as a result my rock hard 7-incher sprang out, finally released from its prison. I gazed at her pretty face as she smiled and took it in her hand, slowly examining it as if she were an art critic, judging a sculpture. Her sultry grin grew, and she started to stroke up and down my long member. It felt so good, so much better than any of the other girls that had jacked me, and certainly better than I had ever done for myself. “That’s it sexy, stroke my cock,” I sighed.
“You like that?” she asked licking her lips.
I nodded.
“You’ll like this even more.”
My head rolled back as she took my cock into her steamy mouth, bathing it in her warm saliva. I moaned as her tongue flicked across my head, playing with my little pee slit. Releasing her little pony tail, I watched as her gorgeous shoulder length brown hair fell. I began to run my fingers through it, enjoying the soft feeling of her long strands. She continued to bob up and down on my cock, her tongue running back and forth as she did so. Occasionally she would let my cock out of her mouth with a glorious pop, and give my saliva slickened cock a few long strokes before going back to the sucking. At one point she held cock at the tip and licked slowly from the base up, taking it back into her mouth at the top. My balls stirred as if they were a highly efficient factory, preparing a batch of its most revered product for shipment. I would cum soon. Perhaps sensing that I was close to blowing my load, Jenna quickened her pace, allowing more of my cock to enter her mouth. Pretty soon, it was pushing at the entry way to her throat. With the finesse of a pro, she finally took me all in. Gagging a bit, she released me, only to plunge back down pressing her nose against my pubes. She released once again, this time returning to the gentle bobbing motion she had started with. I felt her fingers caressing my scrodum, this was too much. My cum sprayed into her mouth, several powerful streams of my nectar, one after the other, filling her to the brink. To my delight she swallowed the whole load.
Grinning she stood up and removed her tight jeans. Man she had a sexy waistline. She stood there topless, a black lace thong covering my prize. I stood up and playfully pushed her on to the couch. She willingly fell down, closing her legs. I grinned. Kneeling down before her, I spread her legs, marvelling at her glorious inner thighs. I kissed them, starting with the right, from her knee to just to the right of her pussy lips. A sweet pungent aroma filled my nostrils as I switched to her left thigh. It was intoxicating. I pulled her little panties off throwing them to the side.
Her pussy was beautiful; to perfect sized lips surrounding a little opening that looked way to small for a cock. A thin strip of pubic hair trailed down to point at it welcomingly. Her pussy was sopping wet, that much was clear. I probably could have plunged my cock in without any trouble. I wanted a taste anyway. Gently licking her in the area surrounding her beautifully shaped lips, I teased her growing closer to my target with each passing lick. She squirmed, moaning as I teased her. I could feel her arching, trying to make her pussy meet my tongue, but I wouldn’t let it. I continued to lick her soft skin when finally I gave her slit a lick. She shuttered at the feel of my tongue. I looked up, she was biting her bottom lip, and her eyes were squinting in pleasure. I loved it, I had never pleasured a girl like this before and was surprised at the pleasure it gave me to watch her expressions of ecstasy. Taking a pussy lip into my mouth, I sucked on it and let it pop out. Repeating the same to the other, I started to lick her slit up and down, never quite touching her clitoris. I could feel her vibrating under my tongue, and hear her moans of pleasure as I ate her out. Finally I started to lick her clit, flicking it with my tongue. Two of my fingers began to slide in and out of her pussy, her juices flowing freely. “Have you ever had a cock in your pussy?” I asked, my turn to play with her feelings of taboo.
“No,” she said. “But I’m on birth control, so it’s okay.”
“You want my cock Cousin Jenna?”
“Yes John, Fuck me, Fuck me now!” she called through her pleasure.
Placing her legs on my shoulders, I let her guide my stiff cock in with her hand. The feeling was incredible, warm, tight, and moist. It was everything I had imagined it and more. Slowly I began to push back and forth, going a little further with each gentle thrust. Pretty soon I met some resistance. Pulling back I watched her wince in anticipation. With one quick thrust I forced my cock through her cherry and buried it to the hilt. She screamed in pain, but it soon died down giving way to the pleasure she was feeling.
I began to thrust again, in and out, slowly at first but my pace quickened with each push. We both began to pant and moan heavily. The amount of sweat pouring off of our body was immense. We gazed at each other’s eyes as I began to plunge in and out with great force abandoning all attempts to be gentle. She screamed with pleasure as she shuttered into an orgasm of epic proportions, soaking my cock and balls in her silky juices. This set me off. I drained my factory, pumping my thick steamy cum into her tight love hole. With a final moan of delight, we pulled from each other. Snuggling our naked bodies together, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, a satisfied smile on our faces.
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The Escapades of a Teenage Slut 1

In this series I will be confessing to what made me what I am today. The sexual adventures of my teenage years that brought me to the now. These stories are the Escapades of a Teenage Slut.
It all started at Jane’s party when I was 14. Jane’s parents were out of town so she threw a party celebrating the end of our 8th grade school year. To my surprise, I actually received an invitation. I wasn’t very popular back then so I really didn’t expect one.
This was going to be great. A house full of kids with no parents in sight and a fridge full of beer. I smiled at the thought.
I could hardly sleep that night. I was so excited. I hadn’t ever been to a party where the parents weren’t there. I guess I was what you could call a goody-two-shoes back then. I didn’t even think about the possibility of what could happen. I was just happy to be in the in-crowd for once. When sleep did come, I dreamt of my secret crush. Alec Ramsey. God was he sexy. He stood at about 5’ 7” with short brown hair. He had ocean blue eyes and a warm, welcoming smile. He also had these pinkish-red full lips that I imagined mine touching everyday. He was physically fit and then some with his hard abs. He had a nice, full ass that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. In a word, perfection.
In the dream, we kissed and he asked me to never leave him. He pulled me down to him in the lush grass to where I was on top of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I could see his hard, pink nipples near his chest. He smiled and rolled over, making him be on top. He then slipped off my shirt and shorts, causing my hard on to be seen through my thin boxers. He bent down for another kiss, then removed my boxers. Right as his lips touched my cock head I woke up.
I was mad because I was getting to the good part but when I checked my alarm clock and saw it was three in the afternoon I was glad I woke up. Four hours until the party started.
Two, hours later, I had been through my entire wardrobe and was still unable to find something suitable. I finally decided on a light blue Hollister shirt that had the brand name across the front and jeans. Nothing wrong with being comfortable. I looked in my full body mirror and made sure I looked decent. The truth was, I didn’t look half-bad! Short, dark hair, with the bangs spiked upwards, my green eyes gleaming, my blue shirt accenting my light tan, and my tight jeans going down to my white shoes showing off my ass. I smiled and headed for the door.
My brother and I took the hour-long drive to Jane’s house. I could hear blasting music pulsing through the air. When I went in all the lights were off except for blue and white strobe lights in the living room and the furniture was moved out of the way so we could dance.
I was the last person expected so the doors were locked and the Budweiser was set out. I hadn’t ever tried alcohol before so I figured now was as good a time as ever. I grabbed one and took a sip that burned my throat slightly. In a couple of minutes I had finished half. My senses seemed stronger, the music louder, a slight buzz in my head, and a tingling sensation throughout my body.
In no less than an hour, I was having the best time of my life. I was on the dance floor showing off my wicked moves, or what the booze made me think was good, and singing along with the song playing. I went for another drink, but this time when I took a fairly big sip I felt different. I felt like my buzz had gotten ten times stronger. I continued drinking, making conversation with one of my friends who was there. In a couple minutes the beer tasted like it had gotten thicker. My stomach churned and my head throbbed. I had to lean against a wall to stay standing. This wasn’t my drink. Someone did something to it. My vision was blurred. I didn’t feel right…
“Are you okay,” a voice asked. Was he talking to me? “Dude? Hello?” Ugh… stop talking. My head! “Come here you don’t look to good.” I’m moving now.
Whoever was leading me took me upstairs. We went into a room. The light was on, so I could see better. My vision was clearer and I could make out who took me up here. It was Alec.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“For what?” Alec asked.
“Taking me up here.” I held my head. It was about to burst.
“No problem,” Alec said. “You didn’t look too good. Did you have too much to drink?”
“No,” I responded, “someone did something to my drink, I think.” I looked up. Alec didn’t have a shirt on. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice slurred. Alec sat down next to me. “Nothing, just relax.” I did as I was told. I laid back and ran my hands over my face, wishing I didn’t drink anything. Alec got up and locked the door. I realized that we were in a bedroom and I was sitting on a bed. I also realized Alec’s intentions and the shock brought forth some sobriety. “Shit!” I said under my breath. “Don’t scream,” Alec said, “If you don’t want to that’s fine, you can go, I just needed a reason to bring you up here. I’m not going to force you.”
“It was you?” I asked. “You did something to my drink?”
“Yup,” Alec answered with a sort of pride, showing me a small white pill that he pulled from his pocket. “I guess you’re staying?”
I thought about my options. Stay here and have sex with my crush or leave. I felt better… Whatever Alec had put in my drink, the effects had worn off. I looked up at Alec and smiled. He smiled back. He knew my answer.
Alec pulled off his pants to expose his white boxers with green designs. He then came over to me and pulled my shirt off of my chest and undid the button holding my pants on. “I can do it.” I said. I slid off my pants and stood up. Alec’s hands were going for his boxers but I pushed them away. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled them down with my teeth. When they were around his ankles, he stepped out of them. I looked at up him and saw him smiling at me. I looked at his hard cock, which was right in front of me. Nervousness was flooding through me. I had never done anything like this before. I wrapped my hand around his pulsing cock and started to jack him off. He spread his legs a little bit. I leaned in and put my lips around one of his balls and sucked gently like I had seen them do in the porno’s I had seen. He let out a small moan. I released my hand and put my mouth in its place. I sucked his head first, putting my tongue on the underside of his cock. I tried taking more of it in and found myself to be successful. I swallowed the rest of his cock trying to deepthroat him. He moaned and put his hands on my head. He forced me to move back and forth on his cock by pulling my hair. I wrapped my hand around the part of his cock that was showing and bobbed up and down quickly on the part in my mouth. He removed his hands. I sucked harder, swiveling my tongue around the head. I felt his body tighten up and I knew what was coming.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a plop. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. “Lay down.” Alec said. I did as told and once again lied down. He pulled off my boxers and got on top of me. He positioned himself to where his back was facing my face and he was sitting on my stomach/waist. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I soon felt his ball sac touch the head of my cock. I felt both of his hands wrap around my cock and start jacking me off. I laid my head back and let him. He spit on my cock to lube it up and jacked faster. His hands were going up and down my cock, bringing my closer and closer to climax. He took one hand off and started going even faster now that he had more room. Precum oozed out of my cock. A finger on the hand that wasn’t being used to jack me touched my cock, picked up the drip of precum and went in Alec’s mouth. “Tell me when you’re close to cumming.” Alec said. He continued jacking even faster and I was a couple more strokes from exploding.
“I’m gonna cum soon!” I practically yelled. Alec dismounted me and know sat on my knees. He started sucking my cock. I moaned hard as I felt a tingling in my balls. Alec sucked harder and cum forced its way out of my cock. I came hard and Alec couldn’t keep it all in his mouth. He pulled up and swallowed what he had, then licked the rest from my cock. “Yum,” Alec said as he stood. “Can I fuck you?” Alec asked. “Only if I can swallow your cum,” I replied.
I positioned myself on the bed on my hand and knees. He got back on and spit on his own cock. He put his mouth to my hole and started rimming me to get me nice and wet. His tongue entered me and I loved every minute. When he decided I was lubed up he lined up his cock with my ass and placed his cock head in. “Damn,” he said, “you’re really tight. You’re a virgin aren’t you?” “Yeah,” I replied. He smiled. “Not for long.”
He pushed in about 2 inches and I yelped in pain and pleasure. Without missing a beat, he pushed in more and I winced. “This is gonna hurt,” he said, “but it’d hurt more if I did a little at a time.” He pushed in the rest of his cock and I cried out in pain. He pulled out until only an inch or so was remaining inside of me, then pushed in again. It didn’t hurt as much. He picked up speed and made a steady rhythm of penetration. I moaned as he entered my ass again. He picked up even more speed and held onto my waist as he fucked me.
My ass stretched more to allow him to go faster. He did. Every other breath from me was a moan as he fucked me, pushing deeper inside me with every thrust, causing me pleasure that I’ve never felt before. He squeezed my waist tighter and started pulling me in, in rhythm with his thrusts. I pushed as he entered me each time, allowing his cock to go even deeper inside me. I moaned again and he was grunting with every push. He fucked me faster and harder making a slapping sound as the front of his legs hit the back of mine. I moaned hard. “Gonna… cum…” Alec said. “In my mouth please,” I begged. He pulled out of my ass and turned me over. He stood over me and jacked his cock until he reached climax. He aimed for my mouth and let loose. 6 streams of cum hit in my mouth, on my face, and even in my hair. Alec reached down and ran his finger across my face, picking up his cum, and put it in my mouth. I sucked it off and kissed him. He smiled. “That was great,” I said. I returned the smile. He kissed me again and lied down on top of me. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and we stayed like that until Jane knocked on the door and warned us that her parents were headed home.

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When I was a Tutor… Chpt. 1-4

[Author’s comment: I’m from Germany, so I will be using the metric
system, our universities may differ from the ones in the US or UK and
the coast is, naturally, a different one…;-)
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The School Bus

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Secrets

This is the first chapter of the story. I have just finished it, and have not had the time to check it over real well, so please ignore any grammer or spelling errors for now.
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I had always had a special bond with my youngest step-daughter from the beginning of my marriage. It was a typical bond, that of most parents, the only difference was that she wasn’t of my blood. Things were tough for Kristi when she was young, nothing seemed to come easily for her. She had to study twice as hard as her older sister to make decent grades in school, and as a teenager she struggled just as much socially, where as everything came easy for Traci. My wife, Beth and I took extra time helping Kristi with her studies, but neither of us knew what to do to help her make and keep friends. We both believed that sooner or later it would just happen naturally.
One night I was relaxing, watching a little TV before bed, trying my best to forget about a long week of work when Kristi came into the room in tears. I immediately asked her what was wrong, but her only response was to ask when her mother would be home. I told her that she was working over and wouldn’t be home until morning. My answer only brought more tears, and she started to sob as she turned away.
“Wait!” I called to her. “Come here and tell me what’s going on. Why are you crying?” I patted the cushion next to me on the sofa, and Kristi reluctantly took a seat next to me.
She sat hunched over, leaning toward the floor, her butt barely on the sofa. She cupped her hands to her face to try and hide her tears, and flushed cheeks. “It’s nothing…” She said, her words muffled by her hands and tears.
“Well you don’t cry over nothing.” I responded, my heart growing heavy I my chest. I could not bear to see her cry.
“I’m stupid…” She sobbed, shaking her head slightly from side to side.
“Sweetie, your not stupid, just tell me what has you so upset. I‘m sure we can work it out.”
She through herself back against the sofa, her tiny frame nearly convulsing as she wept. Kristi was only fifteen when this day happened, and I had only recently realized that she had started to mature into a striking young woman. I had always know she was beautiful, the spitting image of her mother at her age, but until the night of her first formal dance a week earlier, somehow I had not noticed how her body had changed. When she came out of her room in that black sequenced gown that clung to her small body like a second skin, I was in awe. It was cut fairly low over the breast, showing off the inner firm mounds of her pert breasts, and plunged low in the back. And when I say low I mean low, the open back swooped down below her waistline, and was open across her back. It showed off her new found figure far too well, a figure that I had not noticed until that night. Now she laid back on the sofa in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. The shorts being a bit too short, and the same for the top.
“I feel weird about talking to you about this, about my love life.” Again Kristi cupped her hands over her face. She drew in a deep breath, causing her belly to sink into her body.
“Sweetie, you can talk to me about anything.” Is what I told her, but I was thinking to myself: You’re fifteen, how much of a love life can you have? But before the last word passed over my lips I had a flash back of myself at fifteen, and wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer to my question, and was damn glad I had not asked it out loud.
“I know… but when it comes to this stuff… well I just feel strange talking to you about it.” I could see her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson as she spoke, and wondered why.
“It’s okay, I understand. Just remember that I am here for you no matter what.”
“Oh God, that makes it even harder.”
“What does?”
“You being you. Just forget it.” Kristi hopped up from the sofa and walked over the entrance of the hallway that led back to the bedrooms. She stopped and leaned forward against the corner of the two walls, and stared back at me through her red eyes. “Fine, I have to talk to somebody or I’m going to explode.” She said, then sat back down next to me.
“You don’t have too, you can wait until Traci gets home… talk to her.”
Kristi let out a angry laugh as she brought her right hand down on my thigh. “She’s part of the problem.” She shook her head again, took another deep breath and then went on. “Nick and I broke up.”
“Really, I thought you two were getting along fine?” I gently rested my hand atop her’s on my thigh.
“So did I, until I found out that he was feeling Terri up at his place last night.”
“What does that mean?”
“Feeling her up? You know, playing with her titts.”
“I know what feeling up means, but how do you know that’s what happened?” Kristi turned her hand over under mine and squeezed.
“I was asking him about last night, why he didn’t call, and he let it slip. He actually said that her titts may be bigger, but mine are firmer. Can you believe that? Like that is suppose to make me feel better!”
Kristi twisted her upper body toward me, through her arms around my neck, and cried on my shoulder. I in turn wrapped my arms around her, held her tight, and rubbed her back to console her. She and Terri were complete opposites. Terri too was pretty, but had thick brown hair, while Kristi took after her mother with thin blonde hair. It was no secret that Terri had larger breasts, anyone with eyes could see that, but she was also heavier, more on the plump side compared to Kristi that was luck to reach a hundred pounds soaking wet. Terri wasn’t fat, she just had always been a little thick around the middle was all, and Kristi had a tiny waist. As for the firmness of their breasts I had no clue, I had never paid attention, and the only way I would have know was from the hugs the girls gave when we said goodbye. Every time they, or myself, or Beth would leave we always hugged each other, usually accompanied by a kiss on the cheek, or quick peck on the lips. But I had never noticed how the girls breasts felt against me during our hugs, it had never even crossed my mind until that moment. And right at that I could easily feel that Kristi’s we firm, very firm, and so were her nipples. That scared me a little to be honest. The entire situation was starting to scare me. Holding Kristi in my arms, rubbing her back was starting to feel pretty good. I liked the way she felt against me, the way she smelled, the warmth of her body.
It was all starting to feel too good, so I pulled away from her carefully. I didn’t want her to feel as though I was rejecting her in anyway, but I also didn’t want her to realize that she was starting to turn me on either. I didn’t want to be turned on for that matter, I loved Beth. But as I pulled away, she held me tighter, and buried her face into my neck. I could feel her warm breath whispering over my skin, the scent of her hair filled my senses, and the touch of her body had my mind wandering to places it just shouldn’t have been going.
“Why can’t all guys be like you?” Kristi whispered, her soft lips stroking the flesh of my neck, almost as if kissing me. “Mom is so lucky.” She added, pulling herself even closer to me, nearly up onto my lap.
Then it happened… I felt her lips pucker and kiss my neck. Softly, quickly, and then another that last a bit longer. She shifted again, this time pulling herself into my lap. Her lips kissed their way up my neck to my jaw, and continued on a direct path to my lips.
“Kris… what are you doing!” My question brought to a sudden halt by her lips pressing to mine. Softly she kissed me, her smooth lips opening and closing atop mine, begging for something more, something deeper.
At first I was frozen by shock, but before I realized what was happening I was kissing her back. I couldn’t help myself, she felt and tasted so good that my body seemed to ignore my mind telling it to stop. The next thing I knew her tongue had found it’s way inside my mouth, and I was laying her back on the sofa. We laid kissing, embraced within each other’s arms for I don’t know how long. I was lost in the love that seemed so strong between us, until I felt her small hand slip down between our bodies, and start to stroke my already erect cock.
I quickly pushed back from her, place my hand over her’s and told her to stop. Kristi stared into my eyes, and I into her’s. She had the most beautiful eyes, green with gold specks just like her mother. “We can’t do this, Kris…”
“It feels to me like we can.” She cooed, smiling at me, squeezing my hard shaft through my jeans.
“You know what I mean… It’s wrong.”
“I don’t care. I love you, and you love me, so why don’t you show me how much you love me?” She kissed me again, and again I was swept up in the moment and kissed her back, deeply, and allowed her to massage me through my jeans. I could feel her erect nipples poking my chest, the heat of her young body against mine, and the sensations that she was sending through my body where difficult to resist, but I did eventually.
I sat up and looked down at her stretched out over the sofa. She was so beautiful, so sexy, how could I not have seen all of this before, I thought. Then I remembered why, she was my daughter, okay my step-daughter, but to me they were one and the same. I took her hand in mine, stared into her eyes, and explained my position. I told her that I did love her, perhaps too much, and that I found this all very flattering, but it could go no further, and never happen again.
Kristi was not what you would call happy about it, but she understood that we both had just gotten carried away in the heat of the moment. But she also made it very clear to me the she too loved me more than she should, that I was much more than a step-father to her, and if the chance ever arose again she would take it gladly. I had to agree with her on that, and that time would tell.
As it turned out, Kristi and Terri made up, and she also made up with Nick. Neither Kristi or I mentioned that day again for years, nor did we ever act on our true feelings. Oh we were much closer after that day, and I always got a kiss on the lips when we would say goodbye and the hugs seemed a bit more intimate as well, right up to the day she came home and told us she was getting married, Three years later.
That was when the line blurred for us once again…

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“Teachers Code Red”

“Teachers Code Red”
__I’m Miss Nancy Clark, ( I’ll call me). I’m a high school teacher. I like my job…but…. for reasons I’d better explain. I had sexual desires for another teacher at that school. A man I’ll called Terry, who I had hot desires for secretly and my job put me close to him.
In teachers school they taught us women about a ’Code Red’, when a male student made a sexual move on us. What to do and what will happen…but conduct between female to male teachers were never discussed much. They just expected us to know not to fraternize with each other. This was all to my advantage…..
This ’other’ male teacher never suspected I had this big secret desire for him. I enjoyed my desire and carefully planned to someday get him into bed with me. I was a late bloomer but now had full tits and a pretty sexy shape. He was 5 years older and was the sexist man I’d ever been around. He was starting to pay attention to me and I could have an orgasm just thinking about him. No other man could do that to me.
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OK,…. I had not planned to tell this part of the story…but…since no one knows me, I’ve realized the freedom I have to tell it…..
The man I’m …(really ‘obsessed’ with), is my older brother, Terry, a teacher like me at the same school. The people at school don’t know this except admin. I use another last name with their approval. At home all this got started when I was a young teen. Our family was taught to keep our emotions to our self…..but….when I got in my room and closed and locked the door, I was free to be myself.
Off came my clothes and I danced around my room naked. I love to look at myself in the long mirror and feel my body. I squeezed my small tits and nipples, felt my legs and rubbed my pussy. It made me feel good to do this and made me very horny. If no one was home, I would go in Terry‘s room and get in his drawers. I would feel his folded shirts and rub them on my body. I would then go to his clothes hamper and put his shirts up to my face and smell his aftershave and rub the shirt on my pussy…and then…. all changed.
In the wee hours of the night I had to go pee. I quietly opened my bedroom door and just as I did, I saw mom and my brother come out of the bathroom. I quick closed my door except for just a crack to peek out of. I got a shock. They hadn’t turned the light out yet. Terry was naked with a big hardon, mom was naked and she reached over and held his hardon. The faced each other as she slowly jacked Terry’s stiff cock. They kissed and Terry started feeling mom’s tits.
My legs started shaking as I gasp for breath. This was the very last thing I ever expected to see.
Mom and Terry were having a sexual affair. Dad was gone that weekend and were taking advantage of the time, figuring I was asleep at that time of night. I watched mom get on her knees and I could hardly watch. Was she…omg…she was. She started sucking on Terry’s big cock. He stopped her, turned out the bathroom light, and took her in his bedroom and closed the door. They never saw my bedroom door and the crack it was open. I closed it ever so quietly and tried to calm myself.
My bedroom was at the end of the hall and next to Terry’s bedroom. My heart was pounding with tension. I had to do it. I had to go listen at the wall. I still had to pee but now my pussy was full of tingles with an overpowering urge to rub it.
I very quietly put my ear to the wall to listen. My hand went right to my pussy unconsciously. I slow rubbed my clit as I heard mom moaning. I was so tense my finger trembling was rubbing my clit for me. My mind was going crazy picturing what Terry must be doing with mom.
My young pussy was about to have my first orgasm and there was no stopping it. I clamped my lips shut as I wanted to moan out for some reason. I heard mom start a panting steady moan…oh..oh..oh she was moaning this over and over. My clit felt so hot and something in my pussy started pulsing and my legs stiffened up as my first orgasm ran through my body….
I had to lean on the wall so I wouldn’t fall down. I heard mom give out with sharp moan and then sigh real big. My pussy spasmed when I heard that…..I just knew Terry had made her cum.
I could hardly get back to sleep as mom’s sound kept replaying in my head. I had to go pee, so I got up quietly and snuck in the bathroom. As I tiptoed back …omg…they were at it again. The movement of the bed and her quiet moans were to much and I got back in my bed and fingered my pussy again….
That night changed everything.
I had dreams of Terry being on top of me and I was the one moaning as we had hot sex. I still have those dreams. I slowly became quietly obsessed with my brother Terry.
Terry has never paid the slightest bit of attention to me….but now….as my body had blossomed he has began to notice me, at home and at school…or am I just imagining he is. He put his around me yesterday at home and said: “How’s it going sis.”….omg…he’s never done that before. Chills ran through my body as I squeaked out a “Fine Terry…a…what’s mom got for dinner tonight?” What a dumb thing to say but I was nervous. He took a good look at me and said: “You know…you’ve really filled out, Nan.” and rubbed my back as I almost peed my panties.
His new attention to me didn’t stop there. At school he started looking and smiling at me. In the teachers lounge when it was empty…omg…he ran his hand over my ass real quick and chuckled. Out of my mouth came my whisper: (“….save that for home Terry.”)…I could believe I said that. Well…he saved it for home ok, he trapped me in the hallway. I grinned and backed up in my robe. He backed me up against the wall and whispered: (“…how many male students have made a move on you Nan?”) I said: (“…none have so far have crossed the line, but one male teacher felt my ass today.”) Now we were face to face, inches apart. I was melting he was so damn sexy. As my pussy twitched inside he said: (“…teacher to teacher, that’s no big deal.”)
I closed my eyes and put my hands on his hips. (mom and dad were downstairs). My whole body tingled as I ask myself what are you doing? He put his cheek to mind and whispered: (“…may I have this dance?”) I nodded my head as our bodies meshed tightly together. I now felt his big bulge between my weak legs.
He held me up tight as his warm cheek pressed against mine. His bulge and my pussy fit perfect together…. Could he tell I just had an orgasm?…I wondered.
We danced in place quietly…he whispered: (“…Nan, your looking just like mom when she was in her twenty’s, I’ve seen the pictures.”).
I now had his full ….attention and I knew why. I was having the most wonderful day of my life…so far… Sorry mom, but your going to have to share Terry with me. At our teaching jobs it was to risky to pay a lot of attention to each other….just some quick feels when it was clear….but at home we planned when we knew mom would be gone. Each evening more quick feels and a quick close dancing with grinding pussy rubs against his hardon. It was getting closer and closer to getting what I had wanted for so long. Now he was longing to be with me and he started feeling my tits and ass in the hallway. I could make him get a hardon real quick just by feeling his cock. He would not kiss me with passion and it built up day by day…but when would get that golden chance to have the sex we both wanted.
It was Terry that came up with the solution. My heart and his raced thinking about it.
The school.
On Sundays, it was bare, no clean up, no activities of any kind and we both had keys to it all. Terry left first that morning. I waited about 30 minutes and I left. We park away from each other a half a block away. I entered by the back door and Terry was waiting for me. He took me to the principal’s office and shut and locked the door. We both grinned and our rendezvous began. I wore a full skirt with no panties and a sweat shirt with no bra. He had on a jogging suit.
We locked together standing and rubbed our bodies together. I kissed the man I had always want and he kissed all over my face. He then pick me up and placed me right on top of the principals desk. He started kissing up my legs farther and farther up. I was in anticipation heaven. He said he had dreamed about this moment for a long time. I could only nod my head and catch my breath. I was so tense as he started licking my pussy. My body squirmed as I felt his tongue go up and down my wet slit. He knew just how to draw my clit in his lips and drive me wild. This was the greatest arousement of my life.
He then came around the desk and took off his jogging jacket. He pulled me so my head was off the desk and placed his wadded up jacket under my neck. I was numb with excitement. I was now looking at his bulging hardon upside down. He dropped is jogging pants. I reached out and now felt the cock mom held that night. Now it was all mine. I kissed and licked it getting it all wet as he stepped forward and slipped it in my waiting mouth. It was big but just right to slip all the way down my throat.
I held his balls as he began to fuck my mouth. He leaned over and held my ass. His tongue went up and down my pussy. He pumped a little faster as he took my tingling clit between his lips. I had to moan with his hot cock sliding in my wet mouth. He even began to moan as I felt his balls tighten up. He knew, and I knew he was going to cum. He sucked my clit and his tongue went crazy in my clit….just as I felt hot cum explode in my throat. My pussy raised up to as I had the climax of all climaxes. My pussys squirmed out of control as his tongue was almost to tense on my tingling clit. Cum filled my mouth and out the sides. I didn’t know a man could cum that much as he kept pumping my mouth. My body was quivering all over as the climax lasted and lasted.
I knew we made a lot of noise but we couldn’t stop it. Moaning, squirming, shaking and cuming all at once. I had to swallow what I could so more could cum could come in…. we were in our own heaven and didn’t want to leave…..
We tried to gather our minds as he came back around the desk and got on top of me. I love the feel of his warm body on me. I now felt his big cock in my pussy. We savored the feeling slowly and let it build up again in us as he began to fuck me deep and glorious. I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around him tight. We two, now became one, as our bodies meshed together.
I heard beautiful music… and saw beautiful lights….. dancing in my head. My body shook with the anticipation of what was about to happen. I had never seen Terry this excited. He was kissing me furiously as he pumped me fast and hard… I held on tight and let the feeling flow through my body….omg…I was peaking and he was about to cum…
We clamped together as big shots of hot cum filled my pussy to over flowing. My pussy climaxed and pulsated squeezing his big cock…my world was spinning with euphoria…
I knew he felt like he was fucking a young mom and I didn’t care…I had him now.
Soon the room got all quiet as we both drifted into a beautiful slumber…..
Every thing was going as smooth as glass. We just had a glorious first sex and now at home we snuck looks, feel as a great build up waiting for our next chance to do it again. I didn’t care if Terry was sneaking sex with mom, I was getting what I had always wanted.
At school I had the warm feeling all the time knowing that soon we would be together. I was having lunch when Mel, the school Janitor came and sat by me. He was a young handsome guy who had always been very friendly to me. He leaned over smiled and said: “We have to talk privately.” Well…. he was showing some real interest in me?…I finished and we over to the teachers lounge part. It was empty. He scooted close to me and said: “You and I must keep this top secret. Last summer the school secretly installed surveillance equipment in the school.
I check the videos and reset them. I get a red light if someone is in a room. Monday I saw the red lights and played the tape. I then erased and reset it. It no longer exists.
I felt the cold trickle of sweat down my spine. He looked around and suggested we might go someplace to talk that evening. We met at a far away diner and talked. He said that was the most beautiful tape he’d ever seen. It’s gone forever now but only in his memory. I was so relieved I kissed him.
It was a magical kiss and we headed to his van. We wasted no time as we began kissing and headed for the back of his van. I had never had an affair before and this was so quick and exciting. To have a handsome guy get this excited over me from just his memory of that video was making me sexually horny all over.
His warm hand went up my skirt and inside my panties fast. My mind was spinning as I heard his belt buckle and zipper. His hands then went under my blouse and bra. The rush to have sex was making my pussy twitch as my legs opened wide. I felt his nice warm cock slide in my now slick pussy. We began our frenzy of fucking as we were headed got sex heaven. This was all new to me and my body took over fucking him deep in me. I couldn’t control my moans and held him tight and tongue kissed him as we headed for a peak of sudden lust that we wanted.
I couldn’t help but yell out as I peaked and I felt his warm cum shoot in me. I felt like an our of control animal and I kept fucking him deep in my pussy….we fucked until we couldn’t fuck any more…..
He lifted my weak body into the front seat and drove me to my car….
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It’s now weeks later….Mel, my brother Terry and I lay naked in his bed. Mel turned on our favorite video to watch. He had confessed that he had made a copy of my brother and I fucking on the principal’s desk.
There is was…the hidden camera over head showing us having our first time to have sex. I turned the sound up to hear us moaning and cuming. Mel and Terry’s warm hands started to feel my naked body all over. I felt their nice warm cocks. I clicked off the light and video. They told me they had a surprise for me.
They put me on top of Terry facing him. Terry slipped his warm cock in my pussy. Mel got on my back and slipped his cock in my pussy. Two cocks in me? I was trembling and it was tight, but soon they both fit. We all started in fucking.
This was all new to me and the feeling was beyond awesome. I was holding on to Terry as Mel was feeling my tits. I felt licks and kisses all over my hot face and neck. I grabbed the bed sheets so I could fuck harder. The feeling of the two cocks in me was so good, I thought I might loose my mine. I managed to moaned to Mel…”Do you…omg….do you have the camera running?”…He tried to answer ’yes’ but he started straining and cumming. I felt Mel’s cum shooting in me as Terry grabbed my ass and thrust hard. It was the greatest feeling as my pussy squeezed down on their cock and I only remember climaxing so hard it took my breath away. I started to black out but my pussy kept fucking the two cocks and I couldn’t stop.
The next thing I remember I was slowly coming to with a warm cock in my mouth lying in the bathtub with nice cool water. I felt a warm cock in my pussy. It was like a never ending wonderful dream as my pussy was all slick and felt so good…. Soon I felt warm cum shooting in my mouth and then shooting in my pussy…..
I remember smiling so contently and telling Terry and Mel: “Code Red‘ you two…which means I’ll have to keep you both in my ‘personal’ detention after school each day.” All I heard was them chuckling and saying:
“Yes Teacher.”

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