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He had always thought that Susan was the prettiest girl in his class, but he had never worked up the courage to tell her. He turned his face sideways and her face was right there, waiting to be kissed. So he did. He kissed her softly at first and then he moved his lips on hers and then he slipped his tongue in her mouth. He slid his hand across her flat tummy and cupped her full, soft breast. Her leg crossed his and nestled in his crotch against his erection. He began to hunch his cock against the hard muscles of her thigh. He didn't know what to concentrate on most, her mouth, her breast or the feel of his dick as it slid along her leg. Mike awoke with a gasp. He rolled away from the pillow that he had been groping and probing with his aching cock. When he caught his breath, he smiled in the dark of his bedroom. That had been a pleasantly erotic dream. He hadn't thought of Susan in forever. He hadn't seen her since high school and that had been almost twenty years ago. But the ache in his cock was more than sexual. He had to use the bathroom. He threw back the blankets and sat on the side of his bed. The only light in the room came from the glowing green numbers from a clock-radio. It told him that it was two in the morning. He groped his way to the bedroom door and opened it. The bathroom was just past his daughter's room and he was almost there when the bathroom door swung open and the hallway was bathed in blinding light. "Uh," said Mike squinting his eyes shut against the light. "Sorry Dad," said his daughter, Michelle. She slowly slid past him and then popped into her room. Mike got over the toilet and reached down the front of his pajamas to pull out his cock. It was then that he realized that his fully erect member was already jutting from the opening. He snorted. Michelle had certainly gotten an eyeful. He was blessed in the penis department. By the time he had become her present age of sixteen, he had taken to laying a ruler along the top of his erection. Without any strain at all the tip of his cock would lay past the nine inch mark. The guys at school, who had seen him in the shower, had taken to calling him B.M. which stood for Big–Meat, a nickname that was the source of much pride and embarrassment. Mike finished urinating and returned to bed. Should he tell his daughter that most guys weren't as well endowed as he was? Boy, he could just imagine that conversation. Or worse, did she already know from experience how big a normal penis was? She went out on dates. She was cute. Hell, she was beautiful when she bothered to dress up. He knew from his own horny teenage years that her dates would have constant erections. He could just see his little girl wrapping her fingers around a bulging cock and milking the cum out of it, or worse, stuffing it into her eager pussy. Mike rolled over and moaned into his pillow. He longed for the days when the biggest worry he had about his daughter was whether or not she was wearing her bike helmet. Michelle settled into her bed. She had always known that her father was a good looking man. He stayed fit and trim, and her girlfriends were always telling her how sexy they thought he was. She could just imagine what they'd say if they knew that he was hung like a horse. She had seen only one other cock in the flesh and it had belonged to a past boyfriend named Johnny. Johnny and she had progressed quickly from a heavy make-out session on their first date to mutual masturbation on their second. After a few weeks they had moved on to steady sex. Given a generous measurement, Johnny's cock may have been six inches long. Michelle had taken to teasing him by asking, "Is it in yet?" Johnny would just growl and bang her pussy faster and harder. Their sex lives had ended when Johnny's father had taken a job a thousand miles away. Michelle rolled over and fluffed her pillow into shape. She imagined her father's big cock belonging to Johnny. It would have looked like a third leg hanging from his thin frame. She began to feel a warm heaviness settle into her pussy. It would be nice to feel a cock like that filling and stretching her pussy lips wide and then sliding in, and in, and in even further. She began to dream with a smile on her face. In her dream, she was completely naked as she walked from her bedroom in the city house into the living room of their lakeside cabin. Johnny was there, sitting on the old couch, he was equally naked. A penis a big as his forearm jutted from his crotch. "Where did you get that?" Michelle asked, nodding at his throbbing erection. Johnny shrugged. "I'm taking those hormone pills you see on the Internet." He gave her one of his slow, sexy smiles that had won his way into her pants after only a few dates. "Would you like to try it out?" Michelle couldn't deny the tingle in her pussy. "Yeah," she answered. She straddled his hips and tried to stuff the huge cock into her pussy. She swayed her hips and twisted and turned and tried to every way to get the thing between her wet lips, but nothing worked. "It's too big," she whined. "And the head's too soft." "You're just not big enough yet, honey," said a voice much deeper than Johnny's. Michelle looked up into her father's face. It didn't bother her in the least that he had taken Johnny's place. "Oh daddy," she said. "I was fully grown three years ago." She renewed her attack on the huge cock, but she finally had to settle for hunching her clit against its soft skin. Michelle's eyes popped open. Her hips continued to sway back and forth, but there was no giant cock there. She had managed to gather the overstuffed comforter of her bed covers between her legs. She stopped moving when she realized that an orgasm wasn't going to show up any time soon. The next morning Mike's mind was more at ease. He was driving Michelle to her private school before he went to work. The twenty minute drive gave them time to discuss their plans for the day. "I got a call from John Hardwick yesterday," he said. Hardwick was the principal at Michelle's school. "What did he want?" asked Michelle, suddenly leery about what a principal might tell a parent. She was no angel, but she couldn't remember any deeds that would warrant a call from her principal to her father. "He asked if I could help chaperone the dance tonight." The school was hosting a fall social event that night. "Oh, that's cool," she said, relieved. "You don't mind?" "No," she said. "We can ride together." "Don't tell me that you don't have a date?" Michelle gave him a sly smile. "Well, I kind of told four or five guys that I would meet them there. I hope they don't complain when I just happen to walk in with the best-looking guy there." "Hey, nice suck-up to the old man there, kid," laughed Mike as he pulled to a stop in front of the school. "It's the truth," said Michelle. She reached over and squeezed the top of his thigh. "You are a very sexy guy." Before Mike could say anything she was out the door and on her way. Mike could still feel the heat of her hand on his leg. A little sexual tremor ran the length of his cock. Now what the hell was that all about? Late that same afternoon, Mike was pacing the floor at home. He checked his watch for the tenth time in the last five minutes. He was ready to leave for the dance but his daughter was still dressing. "Come on honey," he called. "I know it's a social faux pas, but we have to be there early." "If you're waiting on me, you're backing up," said Michelle as she swept into the room. Mike gave his daughter an appreciative look. Like her mother, she was almost six feet tall in her heels. But unlike her mother, who strove to stay stick-thin, Michelle had a much healthier look. Her sleeveless dress of smoky silver silk had thin straps above lacy trim that accented a large amount of cleavage. After hinting at a waist, the dress fell to half way down her thighs where the hem was trimmed in more lace. "That's a pretty slip, Michelle," said Mike. "Now why don't you hurry and put on a dress." "Oh Daddy," said Michelle. "That's why they call it a slip dress." She took his arm and tucked it hard against her breast as she led him to their car. Even through the combined layers of the fabric of his blazer, her dress and her bra, Mike could feel the mass of Michelle's breast move against his arm as they walked. I really need a date, he thought. I'm fixated on the feel of my daughter's breast, and I think my dick's half hard. His wife had walked out of his life three years ago and he hadn't had a woman since. When they arrived at the school, Michelle and Mike were met at the door by Principal Hardwick. "Thanks for coming, Mike," said Hardwick. "And Michelle, you look very pretty in that dress." "Thank you," she said to the principal, and then her eye was caught by someone's waving arm. "Dad, I see some friends. I'll talk to you later." "OK, honey," said her father. The two men watched her walk away for a second and then turned to each other. "They sure grow up fast," said Mike. Hardwick laughed. "For me, they stay the same age; it's the faces that change." The two men chatted for a few minutes, and then they noticed a pretty, young lady as she approached. Hardwick greeted the woman and introduced her. "Mike, this is Joan Preston. She's been on our faculty since the summer session. I'm going to let her train you in the art and science of being a chaperone at our school." "Hi," said Joan, giving Mike a friendly smile. She had brilliant, white teeth and short-cut straight blonde hair. She was wearing a narrow skirt cut a couple of inches above the knee and a form fitting red blouse that had a ruffle down the front. "Let me give you a tour," she said as she steered Mike into a room large enough to hold a couple of basketball courts. "The dance is going to be in here," said Joan. "It's a multi-purpose room that's usually divided up into classrooms and activity areas. You can see that most of the curtains and room-dividers have been pushed to the walls to make way for the dance floor. They make for lots of nooks and crannies that the kids can hide in." "Now why on earth would they want to hide?" asked Mike in a mock serious voice. Joan laughed. "About what you'd expect. Some of them want to smoke. Although why they think they won't be noticed is beyond me. And some want to drink - they're pretty hard to catch. But most are couples who want to make out, or worse." "Or worse?" said Mike. Joan laughed again, tossing her hair off her pretty face. "Yeah, after several slow dances a lot of the guys and some of the girls are little sexual bombs eager to explode." "In the old days we never did that sort of thing at school," said Mike. "No? You were all good little boys and girls?" Mike laughed. "Not really, we just waited until we were in our cars." Joan gave him a sexy smile. "I bet you messed up a seat cover or two in your time." Across the room, Michelle watched as her father and Ms. Preston walked and talked and laughed with one another. Michelle heard a voice from behind say, "Isn't that your father with Ms. Preston?" She turned and saw that a friend of hers, Tommy Rice, was also looking at the couple. "Yeah, that's him. It looks like they're having fun." She and Tommy had known each other for years. She knew that Tommy had a crush on her that flared up from time to time. Michelle thought he was cute but he had a reputation as a geek, and she was at an age where coolness outweighed friendship by a wide margin. Tommy turned to her and said, "You know, I've got something you might want to see." "What?" "Come on," said Tommy. "The dance won't really get going for a while." They left the room and went down a hallway as if they were going to the bathrooms, but they went past that point, rounded a corner and entered the school's library. Tommy went to one of the library's computers and switched it on. "You're not going to show me some porn site, are you?" asked Michelle. "I've seen all I want of women screwing animals, and everything but the kitchen sink stuck in a vagina." Tommy chuckled as he typed and clicked. "No, it's more interesting than that." She looked over Tommy's shoulder and saw a list of e- mails scrolling down the screen. "You're hacking somebody's e-mail?" "Yeah, it's Hardwick's. He had me set up his account to filter out spam, and I left a backdoor so I could take a look." She slapped him on the shoulder. "You'll get caught and expelled, or jailed." "You mean old lady Smith will get arrested. That's who I'm signed on as." Michelle had a mental picture of the obese and very snobby English teacher being led away in handcuffs. She giggled and said, "Can you make sure she gets caught?" "Here it is," said Tommy. He clicked on one of the e- mails. "Read this." Michelle peered over his shoulder at the screen. It read: John, I was looking through a trade magazine this morning and saw that Joan Preston had joined your faculty. No doubt you saw that her last position was as an instructor over here at Harmon Junior College. I don't know what reason she gave you for leaving there, but it was a real scandal. This isn't a rumor; I got the story first hand from some of the people involved. It seems that cute little thing is a real sexual tiger. She was stringing along several of the richer male students. She collected more jewelry than the Queen of England, and there were very few weekends or holidays that she didn't spend in the arms of one stud or another somewhere very expensive. She got away with it until she dropped one of the students who just happened to have an uncle on the board of directors. The young man ran to his uncle and an investigation ensued. The board fired her and threatened to invalidate her teaching credentials if she made a fuss. Well, Ms Preston knew exactly what she was doing. All the young men that she had 'dated' were adults, and what they had received for their presents and attention certainly didn't have anything to do with school work. She threatened to take the board to court where she promised to testify in excruciating detail about what she had done with those students. By the time she was through with the board, she had received a year's severance pay and a glowing reference in return for her resignation. I doubt that she would try anything with the boys at your school, but I know there are a lot of wealthy fathers of those students who might think that she would be a pretty little thing to play with. I just wanted to give you a heads-up on Ms Preston. Now about our ongoing golf bet. * To read more about Joan Preston, page down to 'Joan's Story.' Michelle skipped the rest of the e-mail. "How about that? Ms. Preston is a real gold-digger." "And your father's the mine she's picking at tonight," said Tommy. He hit a couple of keys and the printer next to the computer hummed into life. A few seconds later, he handed a printed copy of the e-mail to Michelle. She took the paper, glanced at it, and then folded it neatly and put it away in her clutch. "Thanks," she said, "but come on, my father wouldn't be interested, she's not all that pretty." "Are you kidding? She's the cause of half the hard-ons in school. Have you ever been in one of her classes?" Michelle shook her head. Tommy stood up and perched on the edge of the computer desk. "She starts out like this. She sits on a stool in front of the class. And she crosses her legs, like this." Tommy gave his impression of a woman smoothing down her skirt and crossing her legs as she sat. "She starts to lecture, and then she really gets into what she's talking about and she switches legs and crosses them the other way." Tommy did so. "But like I said, she's really into it, so she forgets to pull down her skirt. Then guys start asking questions and she's squirming around on that stool. Pretty soon, the bottom of one of those short skirts she wears is practically in her lap, and oh-my- God does she have great legs." Michelle felt a twinge of jealousy. Tommy was supposed to have a crush on her, not some old teacher who was pushing thirty. She stepped between his legs and trailed the tips of her fingers along his thighs. "Well thanks for the warning," she said as she tilted her head and lifted her face in invitation to a kiss. The last time Tommy had kissed her he had smashed his lips on hers so hard she was afraid that he might loosen a tooth. But tonight he lightly pressed his lips on hers and only when she didn't pull away did he kiss more firmly. Wow, who's been teaching him?, thought Michelle. It felt very natural when his tongue slipped into her mouth. She responded, and in a few seconds his hands were on her ass, pulling her closer. Their tongues played for a long minute as her hands moved around on his lap until she found something long and thick with a pounding pulse. "Still thinking about Ms Preston?" she asked as she began to pull away. "Ms who?" he said with a wicked grin. He put his hand on hers and pressed it onto his rigid cock. "But how can I go back to the dance with this big bulge in my pants." "Probably the same way you walk out of Ms. Preston's class with one," she said dryly. "Oh, come on Michelle," pleaded Tommy. He slid her hand back and forth on his still-hidden cock. Michelle measured the length of Tommy's cock as she allowed him to use her hand like some jerk-off toy. Wow, she thought, he's big. I wonder if he's as big as my father? Of course there was an easy way to find out. She used her free hand to unzip his pants. "Oh, yeah," said Tommy. He eagerly helped her pull his rigid cock from the confines of his pants. In a second it was jutting obscenely from his fly. Maybe not quiet as big as Dad's, thought Michelle with some pride. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and started to jack him off with practiced ease. He certainly wasn't the first guy that she'd done this to. Her fingers bumped over the head of his thick member with a steady rhythm. Tommy pushed himself off the desk and spread his legs. He thrust out his hips to give Michelle plenty of room. In a couple of minutes he hissed. "I'm going to cum." Michelle adroitly slid to one side as she quickened her hand job. She could feel his cock swell in her hand. Tommy grunted, and three health streams of milky white cum erupted from the tip of his cock to land on the library rug. Unfortunately, one last string of cum oozed over both Michelle's fingers and the head of Tommy's cock. The two teens froze in place, not wanting to soil their clothing. Their eyes met and they started laughing. "Now what do we do?" she asked. Tommy reached inside his blazer, and with a flourish, he pulled a handkerchief from an inner pocket. "My stepmother always said to be prepared." Michelle took the proffered cloth and cleaned the warm, slimy stuff from her fingers and Tommy's slightly wilted cock. "I don't think this is what your mom had in mind," she said as she carefully folded the handkerchief and handed it back to Tommy. "You'd be surprised," he said, putting the handkerchief away. Michelle started to ask him what that was supposed to mean when a sudden blare of music sounded in the distance and the two teens headed to the dance. ** To read more about Tommy and his stepmother page down to 'Tommy's Story'. For almost two hours, Mike circumambulated the hall. He had faithfully checked behind drapes and partitions, but so far there were no misbehaving students to be found. He stepped behind yet another set of heavy curtains bunched near an outside wall. There was an open space there, but it was pretty much filled with stacks of chairs. He was about to move on when he heard a giggle from beyond a far set of curtains. He quietly sidestepped the chairs and pulled aside the curtains just enough to see what was going on. He was not quiet surprised to find yet another hiding spot. This one was formed where the heavy wooden panels of a sliding partition were folded against the outer wall. A young man was standing in front of those panels. He had his head thrown back, his eyes were closed and a smile played on his lips. Mike's eyes moved downward and there he saw the young man's date. She was calmly sitting in a chair with her lips wrapped around his cock. Her head was moving back and forth in a steady rhythm. The boy had his hands on his hips, which twitched whenever the girl hit a particularly sensitive spot. Mike felt his cock swell like a balloon. He knew that he ought to break up their little tryst, but they were going about things in such a very matter-of–fact manner that he hesitated. Clearly, the girl wasn't being forced. If anything, she looked downright enthusiastic. The boy suddenly took a deep breath and grimaced in ecstasy. "Oh, yeah," he sighed as he released his breath and jutted his hips forward. The girl pumped her head a few more times, then took a long final pull on his cock. She sat back and his still-stiff member popped out of her mouth and waved in the air. It looked moist, but not messy. Clearly, the girl had taken care of his cum. She stood and Mike gave a silent snort of amazement. In her heels, the girl was more than a head taller than the boy. Not only that, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Why in the world was she sucking off this ordinary little shrimp of a guy, he wondered. Mike stepped back and grabbed at his crotch. He rearranged his aching cock and gave it a couple of strokes through his pants. I sure could use a pair of soft lips like those stretched around my dick about now, he thought. "Eddy, you've danced with every girl here but me," said the girl's petulant voice from the other side of the curtain. "Yeah, Beth, but you're the one I'm going home with," said the boy. He sounded totally sure of himself. "Or I could get you off right here." Oh wow, thought Mike. He's going to eat her pussy, or maybe the little stud is still hard and he's going to fuck her. Mike took a step back toward the crack in the curtains, but he froze when his foot struck a chair and sent it screeching across the floor. By the time he was able to take another peek, the young couple had fled. He turned to rejoin the dance when suddenly, the lights dimmed and the music took on a slower beat. It was so dark in the little alcove that he had to feel his way back to the dance floor. Mike watched the couples slow dancing. The organizers had certainly poured on the atmosphere. The lights had been turned down low, except for a couple of spotlights that reflected off a mirrored ball that hung in the center of the room. He wondered about the couple he'd been watching just a minute ago. He found them a few minutes later. They were at a far edge of the dance floor. Mike wandered closer to the couple. Beth and Eddy they had called themselves, he remembered. ***To read more about Beth and Eddy, page down to 'Beth and Eddy.' Mike moved slowly until he could see the young couple against a background of other dancers. They were the picture of awkward teen love. The taller girl had her tan arms around his neck. His face was nestled into her bare shoulder. The innocent picture changed as Mike's gaze lowered. He grinned and shook his head. Eddy's hand had lifted the front of Beth's short skirt and dived into her panties. Mike watched the muscles of her long legs ripple as the boy's finger swirled in her pussy. Mike's cock had fallen to half-mast, but now he felt a fresh surge of hot blood. These kids are going to have me running to the restroom to jerk off, he admitted to himself. He had taken a step forward to break up the horny couple before they ended up fornicating on the dance floor, when Joan appeared at his side. Mike glanced at Joan and said, "Look at that." He nodded at the young couple. Joan sniggered. "We've been looking for horny kids in the nooks and crannies, and here they are, doing it on the dance floor." She squinted her eyes to get a better look at the couple, then Joan gasped and put her hand on Mike's arm. "I know those kids, they're cousins," she said in a scandalized voice. "You're kidding, I better go break them up," said Mike. But before he had gone two steps, the girl seemed to stumble. She hugged the boy fiercely, and then just that quick, his hand was out of her panties and they were walking off the dance floor, hand in hand. Mike turned back to Joan. She had her hand over her mouth and her eyes were crinkled in laughter. "I think you were too late," she said as Mike drew near. Mike shrugged and shook his head. He smiled and said, "I think you're right." Joan checked an expensive-looking gold watch on her wrist. "The dance is almost over. What say we two diligent chaperones take a turn around the dance floor?" she asked. "OK," agreed Mike. He held out his hands in the conventional manner, and was surprised when Joan put both of hands on his shoulders and snuggled close. He put his hands on her waist and began to sway to the music. His erection throbbed against her rocking hips and never had a chance to fade away. When the music stopped, Joan stepped back with a playful look in her eyes. "Thank you, that was very nice," she said. "I enjoyed it too," agreed Mike. "I know you did," she said with a laugh. Before Mike could respond, she continued, "Why don't you check out that area next to the storage closets for the divider panels?" She casually pointed in that direction with a finger under her chin. "But I just came from..." Mike started to say, and then his voice trailed off when he saw the look in her eyes. Across the dance floor Michelle watched as her father and Joan danced. Tommy, hands in his pockets, came to her side and nudged her with an elbow. "See?" he said. "She's moving in." Michelle sounded annoyed when she said, "I guess you're right." She saw Joan point and then she watched as her father nodded his head in agreement, and then disappeared into one of the room's make-out spots. Michelle grabbed Tommy by the shoulder and said, "Go dance with Ms. Preston." "What?" he said in surprise. "I know you've got a thing for her. Go ask her to dance, and don't take no for an answer." She shoved him in the direction of the sexy blonde. Mike could hardly see a thing. He found the chair that the girl had used to suck off her date earlier, and took a seat. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pant legs and took a deep breath. He felt as if he were fifteen and waiting on his first date. At least he thought that he had read Joan's meaning correctly. She was going to join him, wasn't she? The curtains parted and Mike saw the faint outline of a feminine form before the curtains shut and all that he could see was a shadow moving in the gloom. He felt fingers on his shoulder and then a soft caress of his cheek. "Listen, I..." he started to say, but then he felt a finger across his lips. Mike saw a dark shape before his face, and then he felt a pair of soft lips on his. The kiss was long and tender. He groped in the dark for the feminine body he knew was attached to those sensuous lips, but a hand stayed his arm. "Let me," said the faintest whisper of a voice. Mike relaxed as much as he could in the bare, plastic chair. Hands worked at his zipper and in a second his cock was free. He felt fiery fingers wrap about his erection and begin a firm stroke. Her hair tickled his face, and its fragrance was somehow warm and comforting. He couldn't stay still. He was a second from crushing her body to his, when all the pent-up sexuality of the evening erupted from the tip of his cock. It felt as if he were practically pissing cum. She pressed his cock against his groin, and Mike felt his lap grow warm. Suddenly the curtains opened, closed, and then he was alone. Aw shit, thought Mike, as he put away his cum-covered cock, she could have taken care of this load. He felt in his coat pocket for a handkerchief, but there was none to be found. He sighed; how was going to clean up his pants? A thought occurred to him. He pulled out his shirttails – his shirt had a generous cut – and cleaned up his pants as best he could. Mike buttoned his coat over the dark spot on his pants and made his way back to the dance floor. He decided that he could explain away any stains to spilled punch, and he would just have to ignore the squishy feelings in his pants. Michelle appeared at his side as he returned to the dance floor. She put her arm through his and pulled herself close. "Can we go home, Dad?" she asked. "The dance is over and I don't feel good." "What's the matter?" asked Mike as he patted her hand absently. He looked around for Joan, wondering where she could have gone. He finally found her. She was dancing with a student. Mike caught her eye as her partner turned her about. She turned the hand that rested on the boy's shoulder palm up, in a sort of shrugging gesture. Then she curled a finger about and pointed at the boy. Mike frowned in confusion. What was all that hand waving supposed to signify? He felt a tug at his arm and Michelle said, "I think I'm going to be sick." Although she sounded more disgusted than weak and ill. Mike did his own version of sign language for Joan, gesturing first at Michelle and then the door. He could always get together with Joan later. "I'm sorry, honey," said Mike. He began to lead them toward the door to the parking lot. "How was the dance, other than being sick?" "Enlightening," she said warmly, as she snuggled her breast against his arm. "We'll have lots to talk about later." End of the main story. *Joan's Story* Joan Preston checked her watch as she entered the library at Harmon Junior College. She had an hour before teaching her next class. She wanted some peace and quiet, so she headed to the second floor of the library and one of the solitary study desks that were scattered among the stacks. She slipped a 'Vogue' magazine from her bag and settled down to a quiet hour of reading. "Hey babe," came a whisper from behind her shoulder. Startled, Joan snapped her head around to see Mason Rouge, one of her former students, standing a few feet away. "Hello, Mason," she said, her voice was flat and emotionless. She turned back to her magazine and noisily snapped through several pages. She felt a hand sliding from her shoulder to her forearm and Mason's breath on her ear. "I thought I'd find you here," he said softly. Joan suppressed a shiver. Mason had been one of her past lovers. Harmon Junior College was a jumping-off point for the well-to- do young men of the area who needed their education tweaked before they went on to more prestigious colleges. She took full advantage of her teaching position to meet and seduce the good looking ones who had money to burn. She provided ball-bursting sex, and they couldn't spend money on her fast enough. Breaking off the relationships usually wasn't a problem. The studs moved on due to graduation, or due to the fact that Joan could be one cold bitch if she needed to be. But Mason had been the exception. He was devastatingly handsome as well as very rich. Plus, he knew how to fuck like a tireless machine. The problem was that he could cling like a suffocating vine. When he had begun to propose marriage, she had tried to be rid of him, but he wouldn't take loud, emphatic rejections for an answer. "Have you resorted to stalking me, Mason?" she asked. "I just wanted you to know that I'm graduating," he said. "Oh really, did your uncle finally fix enough grades for you?" Mason wasn't much of a student, and she couldn't resist the barb. Mason's uncle, Talbot, was on the school's board of directors. The man was a fat lecher who had to depend on Mason's side of the family for his money. Mason shrugged. "I'm not above using my family ties." He moved his hand to gently cup her breast and snuggled his mouth to her ear so that it tickled her when he said, "How about one last fuck for old time's sake." Joan writhed in his grasp. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. "We broke off, Mason, let's just let it go at that." His hand went to her knee and then slipped its way under her Donna Karen skirt. "Right here, right now," he said, "you know you like it when it's dangerous." Joan felt a spasm in her pussy as she clasped her thighs around his hand. He knew how to push her buttons, but this was not the time or place, even if she were so inclined. "I'm not going to screw you in the middle of the library," she hissed. "In the rare books section then, you can get us in." He ran the tip of his tongue along the line of her jaw. Joan felt herself weakening. Her current boyfriend knew how to shower her with gifts, but he was a dud in bed. Mason, on the other hand, had a good-sized cock and he knew how to use it. "OK," she said, licking her lips, "one last time, and then we're out." Mason followed Joan to the third floor of the library. Over the years, various alumni had donated hundreds of irreplaceable books, and they were kept in an area with limited access. Few people ever used the room. Any teacher had access, but only a few of the students could enter without authorization. Joan ran her school identification card through the reader of the electronic lock. There was a click, and then she and Mason were in the room. Mason took the lead and in a second they were out of sight amongst the shelves of old tomes. Mason kissed her hungrily. He ran his hands all over her body and undid the one button that kept the top of her dress closed. He kissed down her neck and nuzzled her cleavage. He skillfully lifted one of her firm breasts from her demi-bra and ran his tongue over her erect nipple. Joan clasped Mason's head to her sensitive tit. She steadied herself with her free hand while she lifted her foot to rest on one of the book shelves. Mason took the hint and lifted her skirt. His hand zeroed in on her pussy. He pushed and rubbed at the crotch of her panties until they were slick with her juices. "You ready, baby?" panted Mason. "My dick's about to break off in my pants." Joan didn't say anything. She just caressed Mason's back and shoulders as he frantically fumbled at his zipper. He pulled out his cock so that it thrust obscenely from his fly. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. Clear precum oozed from the slit and dripped down his engorged dick. With a well-practiced move he sheathed his cock in an extra-large condom, and then he fervently threw up the hem of Joan's skirt. Joan felt Mason pull aside the crotch of her panties with his finger. He looked awkward as he bent his knees, arched his back and thrust his hips forward, but then she felt the head of his cock on her pussy lips. With a masterful lunge, Mason shoved his cock upward into her sweet vagina and shoved his tongue down her throat. Joan was overwhelmed. She couldn't catch her breath and she had to wrap her arms around Mason's shoulders to keep from falling. He lifted her entire body into the air with each thrust of his cock. Her clit was being thoroughly massaged, and she felt her orgasm surging upward. Mason broke off their kiss and buried his face on her shoulder. His hot breath blew across her exposed breast. Joan felt the first hot, swell of her orgasm roll through her pussy. A few seconds later came the next pulse, stronger than the first. The surges through her cunt came faster and harder. Joan knew that sometimes the quick orgasms could be the sharpest and keenest. The next rush of sexual tension heaved her over the edge into a pussy-cramping cum. High pitched gasps escaped Joan's lips that were drawn back in a rictus of bliss. Seconds later, Mason shivered in her arms as he came. "Let's go," said Mason as he looked at his watch. He had put away his shrunken cock and now he was almost dancing from one foot to the other with impatience. Joan ran a finger under her bra strap to settle it into place. "Go on if you want," she told him, "I think I can find my way to the door." Mason stuck his hands in his pockets and flared his nostrils. Then he took a deep breath and sighed in the way that men do when they're forced to wait on a woman. Joan smoothed her hair into place, and then motioned to Mason to lead the way. They were almost out of the rare books room when she heard the muffled thud of a book hitting a carpeted floor. She let the door swing shut, locking Mason on the outside as she turned back into the room. She heard his low voice and a tap on the door, but she ignored the sounds. She walked softly down the rows of books until she was just past the place where she and Mason had been fucking moments before. A large fat man was there. He was putting a book back on a shelf with one hand while holding what looked like a video camera in the other. "Hello Talbot," said Joan. Her voice was calm and flat. Everything clicked into place for Joan. Mason's seduction had played out just as he had wanted it to. Now she had to find out what Mason and his uncle intended to do with the tape he'd just made. "Hello Joan," said Talbot. He tucked the camera under his arm as if he were a football player about to charge through the line. The stiletto heels of Joan's Jimmy Choos thudded into the carpet as she strode toward Talbot's fat figure. "What are you up to?" she asked, hands balled defiantly on her hips. "Well," said Talbot, drawing out the word, "since you're here, you might as well know. Mason is desperately in love with you. He asked me for help in getting you back together again. I thought that some direct action in the form of blackmail would do the trick." "Blackmail?" "Yes," said Talbot. "He's quite infatuated with you, although he thinks it's love." "And I'm supposed to agree to some sort of relationship under this duress?" asked Joan in a scathing tone. "It's either that, or I go to the board of directors with this tape," said Talbot. Joan drew a long, thoughtful breath. "Well, I think that it was actually Mason who came up with this situation-comedy scheme, and you went along with it to keep whatever scraps his family throws your way. I guess he thinks that I'll run crying to him so that he can manfully handle the matter to my everlasting gratitude." "No, no," said Talbot quickly, "it was all my doing." Joan looked down for a second and then turned her attention back to Talbot. She said, "I see that you must have enjoyed our little show. There're cum stains on your pants. You should be more careful when you play the voyeur." Talbot craned his head forward and down in a vain effort to see his pants over his enormous belly. What he did see was a flicker of movement just before Joan's open palm slammed into the side of his face. Through tear clouded eyes, he watched as Joan massaged her hand. "Tell that cowardly weasel that you call a nephew, that I'll rip his dick out by the roots if he ever comes near me again," she said. She turned and headed for the door. "I'll break you," Talbot hissed through his aching jaw. "Do your damnedest, you lecherous old asshole," she threw over her shoulder as she marched away. *End of Joan's story* ** Tommy's Story** Tommy grabbed a grenade and positioned himself in front of the metal alloy door. He took a step forward and the door's automatic sensor snapped it open. He tossed the grenade through the opening, and then stepped back in time for the door to close him off from the explosion that followed. There was a muffled cry of pain from the other side of the door. Tommy smiled and took up his rifle. He stepped through the door just in time to see his enemy turn and raise his weapon. Tommy could see that the soldier was heavily wounded, but the bloody figure was still able to pour a heavy rate of fire in his direction as it backed away down the corridor. Tommy's body armor was being degraded as it absorbed hit after hit, but he took his time as he raised his rifle and settled the sights right between the eyes of his enemy. He fired, and the enemy soldier's head exploded in a shower of blood, bone and gray matter. Tommy walked over to the headless, twitching form. A bloody red stain was pooling around the body. A black rectangle appeared over the corpse and words began to form in the box. 'I really, really, really hate it when you do that,' Tommy read. He pulled his keyboard closer and typed, 'u r getting better...I was lucky 2 get behind u.' 'Good game,' typed his opponent, 'c ya later dude.' 'OK,' typed Tommy, and he pushed away his keyboard. He heard a couple of taps on the open door of his room and he turned to see his stepmother standing there. Catherine was dressed – immaculately as usual – in white linen slacks and a blue Oxford cloth shirt. Her shoulder length honey blonde hair was swept back and held in place with a gold clasp. "Is the world safe for democracy once again?" she asked with a smile. Tommy pumped his fist in the air and said, "Yes, I have triumphed over the forces of evil." "Well, I hate to drag you away from your solemn duty, but your dad laid down one of his edicts before he left on his trip this morning." Tommy groaned. His father was a good guy, but when he said jump, it was best to get both feet off the ground. "What now?" he asked. Last week he had been tasked with cleaning and painting their swimming pool before his father would allow it to be filled for the summer. Catherine took a seat on the edge of his bed. "He said that it was time for you to...uh...spruce up a bit. Get a haircut and some more mature clothing." Tommy looked down at his wrinkled tee-shirt and below- the-knee length baggy shorts. "I dress like every other teenager," he said. Catherine raised her eyebrows and said, "I think that was his point." Tommy sighed and ran his fingers through his uncombed hair. Being the rebellious youth really wasn't in his nature. It was worth a haircut and some new clothes to keep his father happy. He said, "I guess that's not too bad. At least I won't get sunburned and dehydrated, like I did in the pool." "And," continued Catherine, "there's a formal party at the country club next month. He wants you to put in a good appearance there." "So as I am now, I embarrass him in front of his golfing buddies. Is that it?" Catherine shook her head. "Your father is very proud of you. You make excellent grades and you stay out of trouble. He just wants me to tweak your social skills." Tommy frowned and studied his shoes for a few seconds. This wouldn't be so bad, he decided. He stood and walked over to Catherine. He took her hand, bowed over it and gave it a loud smacking kiss. "Madam," he said, "I am ready to be tweaked. Where do we start?" She laughed and wiped the back of her hand on his bed sheet. "I guess we can skip over hand kissing and go shopping first." For the next week Tommy felt as if he'd gone back to school. He learned more than he cared to about dining etiquette, and he and Catherine talked about current events endlessly. Not that he minded spending time with her. She was certainly pretty and she seemed more like an older sister than a stepmother. Catherine had been raised by an overprotective father. She had gone to private girl's schools, and graduated from college with an advanced degree in English literature. After graduation she had planned on traveling for a couple of years, and then maybe accepting one of the many proposals of marriage that came her way. But then her father passed away, and she learned that his estate was nearly bankrupt. She was on the verge of having to consider actually working for a living, when Tommy's father, Randolph, appeared like someone out of a romance novel. He was fifteen years her senior, but very good looking and he possessed an overwhelming personality. He courted her with the same passion that he ran his successful businesses and soon they were wed. But after a romantic honeymoon, Randolph turned his attention back to business. Catherine began to feel as if she was more of a social secretary than a wife. She hardly ever spent time alone with Randolph, and their sex life was nothing to shout about. It was like, OK, I shot a load, you had your orgasm. Let's cross that off until next week. Tommy grabbed his skateboard and headed for the door. After a week of lessons, he had managed to avoid Catherine all day. Now he was anxious to take advantage of the long, paved driveway in front of their house, and get in some boarding. He was almost out the front door when she called, "Oh, Tommy." He turned and saw that Catherine had appeared in the foyer behind him. He groaned, "Not more lessons right now. I was going to get some exercise." She gestured for him to follow her. "Come on, you'll get plenty of exercise." "Doing what?" asked Tommy as he followed her into the family's exercise room. Catherine used the various machines therein to keep her slim figure fit and toned, but Tommy and his father could hardly ever be found there. She punched a button on an executive-sized stereo and soft music began to play. "It's time for you to learn to dance." "Oh please," whined Tommy. "I've got two left feet. I'll break your toes. I don't really need to dance, do I?" Catherine pointed to his skateboard. "If you can ride that thing, then you can dance. Besides, girls love it when a guy masterfully leads them across the dance floor." Tommy wasn't so sure about that, he did absolutely nothing masterfully when it came to girls. On the other hand, Catherine was looking pretty hot in her form fitting workout clothes. He threw up his hands and said, "OK, where do we start?" An hour later, Tommy was soaked in sweat. His legs ached with the effort of moving precisely to Catherine's instructions. But he was finally beginning to enjoy himself. Instead of worrying about his feet, he began to focus on the feel of Catherine's body in his arms and the fragrance of her herbal soap and shampoo. In fact, he had worked up a terrific erection. Fortunately, his cock was wadded up in his jockey shorts so she couldn't notice. "I guess that's enough for now," she said as a song ended. "The next time we'll do some fun stuff, like this." She lifted Tommy's hand and spun about under their upraised arms. But Tommy hadn't expected her move and he stepped into her turn. Their bodies banged together and he had to hold her close and hard to keep her from falling to the floor. Catherine laughed, but the only thing that Tommy could think of was the feel of her breasts on his chest and her thigh on his crotch. She looked into his eyes, and the next thing he knew, he was mashing his lips hard against hers. Tommy was in bliss for about two seconds, and then he felt the pressure of Catherine's forefinger on his brow as she pushed his head back. "I'm afraid your poor dancing is way better than your kissing," she said as she stepped out of his embrace. Tommy clamped his hands to his face. "I am so sorry," he moaned between his fingers. "I don't know what happened." "Raging teen hormones, I suspect," said Catherine, as if it didn't matter. Tommy was relieved that she was being so cool about the situation. But then he suddenly remembered what she had said about his kiss. "Was it really worse than my dancing?" he asked. "Look, it's OK. You have to learn how to kiss just like you learn everything else." She felt sorry for his embarrassment. "Here, let me show you how this works." She pulled his hands down from his face. "Let's say it's the end of a date. You walk the girl to her door. You say what a good time you had... yadda, yadda, yadda. Now you put the fingertips of both hands on her shoulder or arms. Don't grab her ass or anything." Tommy managed to chuckle and lightly touched Catherine on her shoulders. "That's the universal dating signal for a goodnight kiss," Catherine continued. "If she looks at you and doesn't pull away, then you can go ahead and kiss her. Now keep your lips together and pucker them just a little." Tommy did as he was told. When he closed his eyes he was rewarded with Catherine's warm, soft lips on his. There were no fireworks, but it was certainly a wonderful sensation. His cock began to throb with renewed enthusiasm. "If she pulls away, then you're through," said Catherine matter-of-factly, as if she were giving more dance instructions. "If not then you can do this. Close your eyes again." Catherine's lips landed on his once again, but firmly this time. Then they began to move around in little circles. She even kissed his top and bottom lips individually. "The idea is for you to do it too," said Catherine without completely removing her lips from his. "Mmmph," said Tommy as he complied. When he began to move his lips opposite to Catherine's the sensations in his cock jumped ten fold. His heart was beginning to pound and his face felt like it was going to burst into flames when Catherine broke their kiss and stepped back. "And that's about it," she said, catching her breath. Tommy stood there, stunned. He couldn't find any words to say, but he certainly didn't want the lesson to end. Finally he found inspiration. "But in the movies you see guys kissing – you know – like their mouths are open and stuff." "Yeah, there's that," said Catherine, "but it's not usually done on a first date. Don't worry, you'll pick it up." "Please?" pleaded Tommy. "I'm a big enough nerd as it is. Help me get it right." Catherine hesitated, but then she looked into his big, puppy-dog eyes and relented. "OK," she said, moving closer. "Kiss me again; just keep your lips softer this time." Once more Tommy did as he was bid. He felt Catherine's lips moving on his again and then something new was added. The tip of her tongue was on his lips. And then it was inside his lips. He immediately got the idea. His tongue played with hers. Their mouths opened more and more and their tongues probed deeper and deeper. Tommy began to rock his hips against hers, but his aching cock was so bound up he couldn't really feel anything. Suddenly, he was standing there by himself. Catherine was across the room where she picked up a towel and wiped the back of her neck. "You... uh... got it right on the first try," she said, not facing him. "Yeah, thanks," said Tommy. He picked up his skate board, dropped it, and then picked it up again. He practically ran from the room. He forgot all about skateboarding though. He made a beeline for his room and threw off his clothes. His cock practically snapped into the air when he freed it from the confines of his shorts. He jumped into the shower and soaped up his cock as the warm water flowed over his body. He relived Catherine's kisses over and over as his hand flashed up down his hard-on. In less than a minute he was shooting streams of cum across the width of the tiled shower. The following morning, Tommy awoke with another throbbing hard-on. He freed his cock from his under shorts and rubbed it back and forth against the bed sheet. Memories of kissing Catherine flooded back and he began to stroke his cock in earnest. Suddenly, there came a tapping at his bedroom door. "Are you up?" called Catherine through the door. "The fitting for your tux' is this morning." The formal party that Tommy's father insisted that he attend required a tuxedo. "Damn," muttered Tommy. "Yeah, I'm up," he called out. He pulled the sheet away from his body and waved his cock in the air. "Up and ready for you," he murmured to himself. He half hoped that Catherine would come through the door and see him. But all that happened was that she said, "OK, we leave in twenty minutes." Then he heard her footsteps as she walked away. It was more like thirty minutes later when they pulled away from the house. Catherine drove a convertible BMW two seat sports car with a manual transmission. She knew how to push the car and Tommy loved to watch her drive. This morning she was wearing a pair of white shorts that had wide, cuffed legs. She had on a loose fitting cotton top that buttoned up the front. Whether by design or accident, her shirt was unbuttoned one button too many. The top on the convertible was down and as the wind swirled around inside the car it floated the material of Catherine's shirt outward so that Tommy could glimpse her bra and cleavage. He soon felt his cock growing once more. But today he was wearing boxers and his privates weren't nearly in as much pain. When they arrived at the haberdashery, he had to stuff his hands in his pockets to hold down his erection. But after an hour of examining tuxes in a dozen styles and fabrics, he felt as if his penis had shriveled to nothing. Tommy stood still stoically as the tailor tugged and pulled and pinned and marked the material of the tuxedo coat and pants. Catherine and Tommy had finally found a style that she liked and that he could tolerate. The mirror lined fitting room was tiny and when the tailor finished, he had to leave in order for Catherine to enter so that she could give her approval. She went through her own version of the tugging and smoothing of material ritual. Even though her touches were business like and impersonal, to Tommy they felt like loving caresses. His cock began to swell once more. I am one horny little bastard, thought Tommy. I'll have to whack off again as soon as we get back home. Then Catherine squatted down to examine the cuffs of his trousers. Tommy could see right down the front of her blouse. He could see her lacy bra and all the smooth skin above it. His cock ballooned and began to tent the front of his trousers. He froze in place, trying not to draw attention to himself. If my dick sticks out any more, he thought. It's going to poke her in the eye. That's when she looked up right into his groin. "That pleat certainly doesn't hang right," she said. She reached up to straighten the material and that's when her fingers bumped over the head of Tommy's cock. She didn't say anything. She slid her fingers up and down the pleat in his trousers, rubbing the back of her fingers along the length of his cock. Then she stood up; her face was inches from Tommy's. She looked into his eyes and Tommy put his hands on her waist. A second later they were frantically kissing. Tommy slid his hands onto Catherine's ass and pulled her hips hard against his cock. "I'm sure the fitting room will be free in just a minute," they heard the tailor say to someone. Catherine broke their kiss and looked at Tommy in surprise. Then she grinned at him and left the little room. Tommy heard her say, "I think that's a perfect fit. He's going to change. He'll be right out." Catherine drove home like a woman on a mission. Tommy didn't know whether to be in fear for his life or excited over Catherine's enthusiastic car handling. He didn't dare disturb her concentration to ask, but he hoped all this speed was for his benefit. In the end, his horny teen libido won out over his fear of a flaming death. Tommy's cock was throbbing painfully by the time they pulled into the garage back home. He grabbed the shopping bag containing the shirts and socks that they had purchased and followed Catherine to the house door. Catherine fumbled with her keys as she tried to open the door. Tommy came up behind her and took advantage of the situation by rubbing his hard-on against her firm ass. Catherine finally got the door unlocked and then she shoved her butt backwards, sending Tommy staggering back across the garage. "Hey!" yelled Tommy. He ran after Catherine as she crossed through a utility room, and then he caught her just as she was about to enter the kitchen. Tommy smacked her on the ass and Catherine squealed as they stumbled, laughing, into the kitchen. They both came up short when they practically ran over Mrs. Parker, their housekeeper. The old lady jumped off the stool where she had been sitting at a counter. There was a plate of food and a large glass of wine on the counter, as well as a television that was showing a soap-opera. "Ms Catherine, I'm sorry. I didn't think you were going to be home so soon." Catherine looked as startled as Mrs. Parker. "Oh," she said. "Yes...well, I remembered something I had to do." "Can I get you some lunch?" Catherine waved her back to her chair. "No, we're fine. We'll get something later. Go back to your soaps." She and Tommy coolly left the kitchen together. They passed through the dining room and ascended the stairway to the second floor of the house. Catherine turned and poked Tommy in the ribs with a stiff finger. "Go take a shower," she hissed. Then she turned and disappeared into her bedroom suite. Tommy walked to his room in a daze. He took off his clothes. His cock waved around in the air as he entered his bathroom. Did she mean that I stink, he wondered. Or was that 'Take a shower,' as in 'take a cold shower boy, because nothing's happening between us?' Tommy shrugged. He could never understand why a guy would take a cold shower to get over being horny, when he could just as easily whack off. Tommy adjusted the water in his shower stall until it was just right and then stepped in. He was two seconds from soaping up his cock and relieving himself when the door to his bathroom opened and closed. He sent up a silent prayer and peeked around the shower curtain. It was Catherine and she was busily undressing. Off came her shirt and shorts, then her bra and panties. Tommy watched as she neatly hung her clothing on a hook. She has a great ass, he thought. It was heart shaped with a firm, sleek look. She turned and his eyes went straight to her breasts. They weren't large, but they were nicely shaped with jutting areolas and nipples. Tommy made way for Catherine as she stepped into the shower. He was about to wrap his arms around her when she stuck her finger in his ribs once again. "Listen," she said in a soft but menacing voice, "this stays absolutely between us. No little hints to your father or friends that you've got some secret girl. OK?" She emphasized each word with another jab of her finger. "Ouch, OK...you don't have to draw blood," he said turning away from her finger and its sharp nail. "Good," she said. "Now, hand me the soap." Tommy did as she asked. She took the soap and lathered her hands. She seized his cock with both hands and began to stroke. "I don't know who you got this big cock from. It certainly wasn't your father," Catherine said. "Really?" said Tommy. He felt his cock swell even larger with pride and then the feeling became overwhelming. "No, wait...stop," he cried. But it was too late. He shot a string of cum up to Catherine's elbow and then he gushed more onto her hand. Catherine continued to caress his cock until the falling water had washed away the mixture of cum and lather. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I went off like a firecracker." Catherine stifled a laugh. "That's more like your father. But don't worry about it. Here, take the soap and lather up your hands." Tommy took the soap as she turned her back to him. He gingerly ran his hands over her inviting neck and back. He massaged her shoulders and ran his hands down her arms. That was when Catherine put her hands over his. She moved his hands over her breasts. "Like this," she whispered as she showed Tommy how to caress and hold her tits. He ran her nipples between his fingers and rubbed them with the palms of his hands. Then Catherine took his right hand and slid it down the smooth skin of her tummy and then lower. She pressed on his middle finger and he felt it slip inside her pussy. Tommy couldn't believe what was happening. His finger was engulfed by hot, wet, slippery flesh. He struggled to imagine how that would feel on his dick. "Do it like this," whispered Catherine. She moved his hand in a circular motion that also sent his finger as far as it would reach into her pussy. "That way you catch my clit too." Catherine leaned back against Tommy. Her ass swayed and played with his cock, which was beginning to show signs of life once more. Tommy held her breast and finger fucked Catherine until her breath grew faster and her hips gyrated wildly. "Faster, do it faster," she moaned. Tommy stabbed his finger into her clinging pussy harder and faster until a slapping sound filled the shower stall. Catherine grunted and convulsed. He could feel her pussy gripping and releasing his finger and he knew she was cumming. Catherine turned in Tommy's arms and gave him a big, sloppy kiss. "That was nice," she said as she turned off the flow of water. They stepped out of the shower and dried one another off with big fluffy towels. Catherine spent plenty of time with her towel in the vicinity of Tommy's cock and soon it was as stiff and throbbing as ever. Tommy watched as she picked up a foil packet that had been lying on the bathroom counter. She opened it and pulled out a flesh colored condom. She struggled a bit getting it started, but then she got the latex to roll smoothly down his cock-shaft, although it lacked a couple of inches for complete coverage. Catherine giggled and said, "Be sure you ask for the extra large size when you buy these things." She folded one of the bath towels into a pad and placed it on the edge of the counter, and then she hopped up to sit on the towel. "Come closer," she said. Tommy didn't say anything; he thought he might wake up from this wonderful dream. Catherine took his cock and guided it between her legs. He felt pressure on his cock-head and then it popped into her pussy. Catherine's hot thighs wrapped around his hips and pulled him even closer. Tommy felt inches more of his cock surrounded by slick, hot flesh. Tommy stood there, hardly daring to breathe. "Like it?" she asked. "Are you kidding?" said Tommy in a voice two octaves higher than normal. "Then fuck me, silly." "Oh, yeah," said Tommy. He moved his hips tentatively at first. He was scared that his first fuck might end as quickly as his recent hand-job. But between the condom and the fact that he had cum only minutes before, Tommy realized that he wasn't going to pop off immediately. He began to move his hips faster and faster. "That's it baby," whispered Catherine. Tommy shagged his ass as fast as he could. There was a tingle in the tip of his cock and he was doing his best to turn it into another cum. He steadied himself with one hand and ran the other one over Catherine's tits. Her face and chest were blushing bright red. "Fuck me, fuck me hard," whispered Catherine fiercely. She clasped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming and then she practically doubled over as she came. "Oh yeah," moaned Tommy. "I can feel your pussy working on my cock." He slowed his fucking to a more manageable pace. He was screwing a grown woman and he'd made her cum. He'd made her cum twice. His cock swelled with pride and lust and then he was shooting his wad into the condom. His cock ached and throbbed as he grabbed Catherine's ass and he tried to jam his cock even deeper in her hot pussy. Randolph, Tommy's father, returned from his business trip the next day. Things returned more or less to normal in their household through the weekend. Tommy was very careful not to give any sign that things had changed between him and Catherine. Although his palms broke out in a sweat if there seemed to be a chance that they might be alone for a few seconds. Then Monday morning came. Tommy awoke at nine, hours earlier than his usual summertime schedule. His cock was like a piece of steel. He had a tough time managing his morning piss. He had got along without masturbating since his experiences with Catherine. But now he was literally and figuratively aching for her. And if his father was out of the house, he was going to let Catherine know about it. First, he had to do some reconnaissance. He ran to the guest room that was across the hall from his own room. From there he could see into the open garage below. His father's Jaguar was gone as well as the Ford that Mrs. Parker drove. His father would be at his office all day, and Mrs. Parker usually spent her days off with her mother who lived fifty miles away. Mrs. Parker shouldn't be back until late on Tuesday. There was one last thing to check on. Tommy peeked out the window in his room. Yes! Catherine was still on the terrace where she and his father shared their breakfast in good weather. Tommy tossed off the sleep pants that he had worn to bed and slipped into a pair of bikini briefs. He grabbed a thick cotton bathrobe and headed for the stairs. Catherine laid down her newspaper, took a sip from her cup of coffee and sat back. The sun warmed her face and legs. She was wearing shorty-pajamas and a thigh length robe that left her slim legs exposed. She felt warm and snug and knew that she should feel utterly content. Unfortunately, she was also absolutely horny as hell. Her little excursion with Tommy the other day had really put some zip in her libido. But she had resolved to not to go to Tommy again. She was married and her husband would have to be enough man for her, despite their difference in sexual desire. She had tried to be subtle and seductive with Randolph, but all her efforts had gained her exactly one orgasm since he had returned from his trip. Well, she thought, if he can't warm up then I'll just have to cool down. Catherine crossed her legs and winced as her clit was squeezed. She could resort to masturbating. Once or twice a day for a while until she could shake off her adolescent horniness should do the trick. She sighed. Yes, that was the way to go she decided firmly. She heard something on the terrace behind her, and when she turned to look she saw Tommy standing there in a bathrobe, his hands thrust in the robe's pockets. "You're up early," she said. "I couldn't sleep." "Something wrong?" she asked. "Yeah, this," said Tommy and he spread his hands, opening his bathrobe. Catherine looked. Tommy was wearing a pair of bikini briefs that were much too small. His cock had pushed out the material so much that she could see his cock- shaft and his balls through the distended leg holes. As she watched, a wet spot appeared where the tip of his cock pushed against the material of his shorts. "See?" he said, looking down. "I'm dripping for you and I haven't even touched my cock." Catherine shook her head. "No, Tommy. We can't." "Please," he begged. "I'll do anything. I've just got to get my cock in your pussy again." Catherine felt a twinge go through her vagina and her resolve of a few seconds ago evaporated like the morning dew. Her husband treated their love life like an item on a checklist. And once checked off it wasn't to be addressed again until its proper time. And here this young stud was begging to please her. Suddenly, opportunity and passion overcame her propriety. "Come closer," she said. She had to stretch the waistband of his shorts almost to the breaking point in order to free his cock. Before she could change her mind, she popped the head of Tommy's leaking cock into her mouth. "Oh shit," gasped Tommy. The feel of her mouth and, especially her tongue, felt like heaven on his cock. Catherine knew he wouldn't last very long. She sucked on the head of his cock; ran her tongue over the sensitive skin just underneath the head, and bobbed her head back and forth a couple of times. Tommy's cock erupted inside her mouth like a juicy fruit that was too ripe. Tommy couldn't believe it when Catherine sucked his cock dry and even swallowed the stuff. "That...that was incredible," he said breathlessly. "I thought you might like it," she said in a dry tone. She grasped Tommy's flagging penis and pulled him into the house. They made a stop by her bedroom to get more condoms. Catherine took a couple from a box in her husband's nightstand, but then Tommy picked up the whole box. Catherine laughed and asked, "Do you think you'll need all those?" He smiled sheepishly. "You never know." They went to Tommy's room where Catherine took off her clothes and sat back on his bed. She crooked a finger at Tommy and said, "Come here." Tommy was frantically stroking his cock. He gave her a plaintive look and said, "I can't get it hard again this fast." She laughed and patted the bed between her legs. "Don't worry about that. Come here." Tommy crawled between her thighs. He did his best to stick his tongue down her throat while he groped at her breasts. Catherine put her hands on either side of Tommy's face and pushed him back. She looked him in the eye. "You said you'd do anything, right?" "Yeah," said Tommy, suddenly wary. "Don't worry," she laughed. "Learn how to do this well and your girlfriend's will practically beg you to have sex." Tommy was suddenly all ears. He had a mental picture of a band of cheerleaders at his feet, begging for more of his manly cock. "What...how?" he asked. She positioned Tommy's face between her legs. "You begin by using your tongue to separate my lips." After the lightest and most tentative of touches, Catherine said, "Harder Tommy, nothing down there is going to bite." A second later she moaned, "Mmmm...now that's much better. Now lick from bottom to top and kiss my pussy like you mean it." Ten minutes later Catherine had stopped giving detailed instruction. In fact she was past saying anything coherent. She moaned and gasped and held Tommy's lips and tongue fast against her pussy as her hips rolled and bucked. ** End of Tommy's Story** ***Beth and Eddy*** Eddy tapped on the open door of Ms. Preston's office. At least it was supposed to be an office. He suspected that the room had begun its life as a broom closet. There was a small desk, two file cabinets and two chairs that filled the tiny space. Ms Preston looked up at the knock and said, "Come in Eddy; please have a seat." Eddy shuffled sideways past the desk and sat down. The chair was practically behind the desk with Ms Preston. She picked up a file and opened it across her knee as she turned and crossed her legs. Eddy could feel his dick begin to stiffen. That was nothing unusual, he was seventeen years old; his dick got hard twenty times a day for practically no reason at all. But the sight of Ms. Preston's slim legs was certainly the stimulus in this case. She hadn't been at the school for long, but her short skirts and long sexy legs were a frequent topic of discussion among the male students. She was Eddy's new academic advisor as well as one of his teachers. Ms. Preston looked up from the file and gave Eddy a faint smile and a shrug. "I'm afraid there's not much I can advise you on. You've already been accepted at Western State. You have a nice B average, although it should be much higher." Eddy winced at that. He knew that he was an underachiever. He could have had straight A's if he tried. But he just never had the impetus to attain higher grades. When he turned eighteen in a few months, he was going to inherit around five million dollars. And unless he was a complete idiot about his spending, he was set for life as far as money went. His life as a teen however, wasn't any picnic. His parents had died in a boating accident a few years ago, and his Aunt Liz and Uncle Alfred had become his guardians. He lived in their spacious home along with his cousin Beth. Eddy was only five and a half feet tall... if he wore thick-soled shoes, that is. He was slim, with only average looks. He had a few male friends but no girl friend. He spent most of his free time in front of his computer playing games on the Internet. In a private school where everyone else had money, his inheritance didn't win him any points. He didn't play sports or cause trouble for his teachers. He had to admit that he was pretty much a social cipher. "I see that you took a place on the school newspaper," said Ms Preston. "Yeah," said Eddy. "And?" she urged him on. "It's not as if you've been big on extracurricular activities." "I thought it might be fun," he said. "Tommy and I are going to write some articles together." That wasn't the real reason at all. He was working on the newspaper mainly because of his cousin Beth. Although Beth was two years younger than Eddy, she was already a senior. She was a member of practically every group in school, and as a result she was always staying late after most of the other kids had left. Since she didn't have a driver's license, it was up to Eddy to chauffer her around. When Beth had become the editor of the paper, Eddy had joined also so as to have something to do while waiting to drive her home. After all, the paper was a joke. It came out once or twice a year with a bunch of nonsense articles. Like how the school football team had beaten the New York Jets in a practice game, or how they cooked road-kill for lunch in the cafeteria. Eddy had talked his buddy Tommy into joining the paper also, so they could come up with their own piece of bull. For example, they had gone to the Internet and purchased various products guaranteed to draw women like flies. Supposedly, these bottles of liquid had pheromones that the girls would find irresistible. Whether they worked or not – and Eddy secretly hoped that maybe one of them would – he and Tommy planned to field test the stuff and then write an article full of sexual innuendo. Ms Preston checked her watch. "Speaking of the paper, we're going to be late for the staff meeting, if we don't get going," "We are?" said Eddy as he checked his own watch. "As in you and I?" "Yes," she said, rising from her chair. "I've been named as the faculty advisor." "Oh, cool," said Eddy. He and Ms Preston headed for the classroom where the meeting was to be held. Once they were in the classroom, Ms Preston gestured to Beth to begin. Beth walked to a podium at the head of the room and plopped down an oversized notebook. She was inches taller than Eddy with a slim body and blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was brainy and beautiful and she knew it. With a toss of her head, she shook her hair into place and began to speak. "As you all know, our school newspaper has been more like a fanciful tabloid than a real source of news. That attitude is reflected in some of your proposals for articles." She looked meaningfully at Eddy. "Well, this has to stop. We're going to turn this paper around and make it something we can be proud of." Eddy moaned internally. He turned to look at Tommy who simply arched his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. Apparently, their plan for a story on girl-grabbing pheromones was down the tubes. It was going to be a long semester. The following Saturday, Eddy pushed his chair back from his computer, stood, and then stretched. Two hours of fierce gaming on the Internet had left him stiff. It was dark in his second floor bedroom. He had the drapes closed and lights off in order to let him see the screen of his computer monitor better. He crossed the room and peeked between the drapes of his window. It was a sunny and warm Saturday in the early fall. Eddy was thinking that he should go outside and get some exercise when a movement caught his eye. There, below, on a couple of patio loungers, were his Aunt Liz and cousin Beth. They were both wearing bikinis and sunning themselves. Eddy parted the window drapes a bit wider. His Aunt Liz was in her early forties, but she still had the long, lean body of the successful fashion model she had once been. Eddy felt his cock grow hard in his pants. He smiled and reached for his zipper. He hadn't beat off today, and right now looked like a good opportunity. Eddy popped his erection into the open. He pulled on the head of his cock and thrust out his hips in order to expose as much skin as possible. He made a circle with the fingers of his right hand and slid it over the head of his cock. Eddy stroked steadily as he gazed at his aunt and cousin. Beth was lying on her stomach. Her hair was done up on the top of her head and the strings of her bikini were untied so she could keep her tan lines to a minimum. She had a nice ass and the tiny, dark triangle of cloth that lay over it only accented her curves. Suddenly, Beth pushed herself up with her arms and turned over. "Oh fuck, yeah," whispered Eddy. He had always fantasized about Beth's tits, and there they were. Just as firm and pert as he had dreamed. His right hand doubled its speed on his cock. Beth gathered up her bikini top and tied the ends of the bottom string together. She spun the top around and tied the other strings at the nape of her neck. Then she reached into each cup and adjusted her boobs into a comfortable position. She gave her shoulders a little shake as if to settle everything into place, and then she lay back on the lounger. Handling her tits and shaking them around like that did it for Eddy. He suddenly realized that he was one second away from blowing his wad. He barely got his left hand in front of his cock before it shot its first load. A half dozen streams of hot cream squirted into his palm as Eddy came. "Nice load," Eddy congratulated himself as he looked at the semi-cloudy liquid in the palm of his hand. "Now what do I do with it?" His bathroom was only a few steps away, but on impulse he grabbed an empty plastic drink cup that had been sitting on his dresser. He scraped the cum off his palm with the rim of the cup and then gave his hand a quick rub on the side of his pants. As Eddy put the cup back on the dresser, his eyes fell on the bottles of pheromone solutions that he and Tommy had gathered for their article. "Might as well get rid of this stuff too," he mumbled. He opened one bottle after another and dumped their contents into the cup. For good measure, he emptied a half-empty bottle of cologne into the cup as well. He'd stopped wearing the scent when some girl had commented that he smelled sweeter than she did. Eddy took a step toward his toilet to flush the unlikely mixture, but just then he heard a beep from his computer. Someone was trying to get his attention. He put the concoction back on his dresser and turned his back on the cup just as it began to fizz and bubble. It was just before he left for school the following Monday that Eddy came across the red cup once more. He grimaced as he remembered what he had poured in the cup. He could see that all of the liquids had congealed into an off white substance. When he put a finger in the cup, the stuff stuck to his finger with the consistency of toothpaste. He sniffed at the pasty substance. It smelled like baking bread with a hint of something sharper mixed in. Eddy shrugged, it actually smelled pretty good. Before he knew what he was doing, he had dabbed it on either side of his neck. He suddenly remembered about the cum content of what he had just put on his neck and immediately thought about getting a wet cloth and wiping the stuff off, but then Beth was calling through his bedroom door, "Hey, doofus, let's go." Eddy grabbed his books. He didn't want to hear her lecture him again about how she always had to be at school early. Eddy drove his two year-old BMW toward school. Usually, Beth spent her time talking on her cell phone or reading from one of her endless notebooks. Either way, she just ignored Eddy, treating him like a personal chauffeur. But this morning she seemed distracted. Halfway to school, she turned to Eddy and said, "You smell nice. What is that scent?" "Just something I came across on my dresser," he said hesitantly, wondering if she were going to make fun of him. "Well, it's nice, she said. She reached over and put her hand on his arm. "Listen, I know that I can be a pain in the ass, but I want you to know that I appreciate all your help with the driving and stuff." Eddy was so surprised he almost swerved off the road. He finally managed to stammer out, "You're welcome." Beth's unexpected expression of gratitude was only the beginning of an odd day for Eddy. Girls that he didn't even know smiled at him. Several commented on how good he smelled. Eddy was bemused; he walked around most of the day wondering what was going on. Finally, he came to his last period chemistry class. The students sat on stools at lab benches instead of the usual desks. Eddy had been assigned to sit in the back of the classroom with a girl named Laura. Laura had red hair and the distinction of having one blue eye and one brown eye. She also had the reputation as a drinker and a party-girl. She was usually civil to Eddy, but he figured that was because she often needed help, especially when it came to experiments. That was true today. Laura hovered at Eddy's elbow as he mixed various chemicals and noted their reactions. Usually, she was content to let him do all the work, but today she helped to fill out their assignment papers and even cleaned up. They finished early and Eddy was surprised when Laura pulled her stool next to his. She put her hand on his thigh, and whispered. "You're so nice, thanks for doing most of the work." It must be my day for grateful women, thought Eddy. He smiled at Laura and said, "No problem." He turned his attention back to his books, but Laura just snuggled closer. Her hand slipped between his legs, and suddenly Eddy was getting a massive erection. He turned his head to look at Laura, but she was pretending to share her notes and acting as if she wasn't actually giving him a hand-job through his pants. Eddy felt his face go flush, and he could hear his blood pulsing. It was all he could do not to grab the edge of his stool and begin hunching his hips into Laura's hand. She had him aching for release, when the final bell rang. Laura gave him a wink as she gathered up her books. Eddy didn't know what to say, but she was gone out of the room before he could follow. He had to pack up his stuff and get his bloated cock better situated in his pants before he dared to leave the cover of his lab table. Three days later, Eddy sat at the desk in his bedroom. He peered into the red plastic cup and the goo that lay in its bottom. He asked himself, could this stuff really have some effect on women? Their attitude towards his very mediocre body and personality had certainly perked up since he had begun to dab it on each morning. Beth was practically babbling at him during their rides to and from school. Laura hadn't stuck her hand in his crotch any more, but then she really hadn't had a chance. For the tenth time, Eddy put the cup to his nosed and sniffed. The goo had a pleasant odor, but nothing special. "It's time for dinner," his aunt's voice sounded through the house intercom system. Eddy walked across the room and pushed the button to answer, "I'll be right there." It was Thursday night which meant that it was the cook's night off, and Aunt Liz's chance to stretch her culinary muscles. Tonight, Uncle Alfred was working late, Beth was at one of her numerable committee meetings – she had a ride with a friend - and so it would be only Eddy and Liz at dinner. Eddy looked once more at the cup in his hand. He smiled and shrugged and dipped his finger into the cup. He'd see what sort of effect, if any, a doubled dose of the goo would have on his aunt. Liz put their plates of food on the table just as Eddy walked into the dining room. It looked like she had prepared a beef dish with some green vegetables. Eddy's plate held three times as much food as his aunt's. She had been a fashion model at one point, and she worked hard at keeping her figure. This evening she was wearing tan slacks with an aqua colored silk, sleeveless top under an apron. She ducked back into the kitchen and reemerged a minute later without the apron, and carrying two glasses of wine. Eddy's eyebrows arched upward in surprise as she sat one of the glasses in front of his plate. "Don't worry," Liz said with a smile, "it's half water, but I think it's time you learned how a good wine can enhance a meal." Liz had an unusual method of parenting. She remained aloof from Eddy. She rarely said much to him; she just sort of expected things to go a certain way and Eddy tried to meet her expectations. "OK," said Eddy. He sipped at the wine and made a face. He would have preferred a Mountain Dew, but by the end of the meal he had finished off the wine, and there was a pleasant glow in his tummy. Eddy cleared the table while his aunt prepared the dishes for the dishwasher. With a light head, he watched Liz's hips sway as she moved from the sink to the washer. Before he knew what he was doing, Eddy stepped behind his aunt and put his arms around her waist. "I don't thank you enough for what you and Uncle Alfred do for me," he said. Liz stiffened in his grasp, but then she turned in his arms and looked down into his eyes. She was half a head taller than Eddy. She drew a long breath through her nose as if she were enjoying a fragrant flower. She put her hands on his shoulders and said, "You're more than welcome, Eddy." After a second of hesitation she inclined her head and kissed him on the lips. Her lips were dry and firm, but Eddy didn't care. His dick was swelling in his pants as he pulled his aunt closer. She resisted, but only for a second, then her lips softened. Eddy was no pro at kissing. His only experience had been during a kissing game, at a party, with a fat girl who was his equal in unpopularity. Everyone had laughed when they had emerged from the closet with their lips and cheeks covered in saliva. Eddy had never felt anything like this. He was afraid to move as his aunt's lips writhed about on his. He'd never felt anything so sexy in his life, and then his aunt squirmed her tongue in his mouth. This must be French kissing, thought Eddy. It was fabulous; it felt like his tongue was wired to his dick. It felt like he was going to cum at any second. His hands went to his aunt's ass, and he pulled her against his raging hard- on. Suddenly, Liz pulled back. She looked fondly at Eddy and said, "It's nice to know that an old lady can turn on a young stud like you." "Oh, definitely, no problem," gasped Eddy. Liz's hand ran down the front of his pants. "Let me finish you off," she said. "Finish me?" asked Eddy, hopeful, but not exactly sure what she meant. Liz squatted before Eddy and then went to one knee. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pulling down his jeans, she revealed the hard line of his cock straining at his under shorts. She peeled down his shorts and his cock sprang straight from his groin. Liz wrapped her hand around his throbbing meat. She smiled up at Eddy and said, "It's not the biggest one I've ever seen, but it may be the hardest." Eddy didn't know what to say to that, and all he could do was moan when his aunt popped the head of his dick into her mouth. The feeling of her hot mouth and tongue was too much. She had barely begun to move her lips down the shaft of his cock when it exploded. He grunted as he pumped shots of cum into his aunt's eager mouth. Eddy was in heaven for the next two weeks. He stopped using the goo before school. He had plenty of girls smiling at him and walking by his side between classes. Beth still treated him like her best friend. But his Aunt Liz was giving him all the action. Whenever they were alone, they groped at one another. If they had a few minutes alone together, she sucked him or wrapped her hand around his boner and jerked him off. But even the power of the goo couldn't overcome one of Liz's bad migraine headaches. So around ten on a Friday night, Eddy was left horny and hungry. His aunt had taken to her bed, wobbly from her medication. Eddy went to the kitchen for a snack, when Beth appeared with her hands full of shopping bags. "Where have you been?" he asked, sipping at a soda. "Shopping with Anne, we were at the mall," she said. "Ah," said Eddy, showing the disinterest most males have in shopping. "I bought a new dress for the dance we're having at school next week," she said. "Would you like to see it?" Eddy shrugged and said, "OK," He expected Beth to stop and pull it out of one her bags, but she kept on walking through the kitchen. She smiled and said, "Come to my room in a few minutes and I'll model it for you." Eddy's interest in that dress suddenly increased a thousand-fold. Beth never invited him to her room. He went back to his bedroom and contemplated his little red cup of goo along with his horny cock and his opportunity to be alone with Beth. There seemed to be only one course of action to take. Eddy swiped the goo on his neck and marched out of his room and down the stairs. Beth's bedroom was on the first floor of the house. Eddy opened her door and strode in. "Hey, since when don't you knock?" said Beth. "Sorry," mumbled Eddy. He couldn't help but stare at his cousin. Her long, lean body was clad in only a matching set of bra and panties. Actually, Eddy had seen her in bikinis that were more revealing, but the sight of her body in the azure under things made his dick as hard as an iron bar. "You look fantastic," he said. "It's just some old underwear," she said. "I wasn't talking about your clothes," Eddy said. She smiled in appreciation of his compliment, and Eddy couldn't believe that he had said something halfway cool. Beth turned to the shopping bags on her bed, while Eddy stepped closer. She pulled a black, slim dress from one of the bags and held it up to her breast. "How do you like it?" she asked. Eddy could see that the sleeveless, strapless dress had a line of sequins that wound around one breast, swung to the side to accent the waist, and then ended at a slit that started at mid-thigh. He reached out to feel the material, while managing to run the back of his fingers along her ribs. "Very nice," said Eddy, looking into her eyes. He had to stand on his tiptoes to do it, but Eddy lifted his face to Beth's and gave her a solid kiss. For a second he wasn't sure what she would do, but then Beth simply dropped her dress at her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh Eddy, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind for the last two weeks," she confessed. Suddenly they were kissing like the two horny teens they were. Eddy was trying his best to stick his tongue down her throat, and Beth's hot breath was blowing against his cheek. Eddy ran his hands inside her panties and kneaded the hard muscles of her butt. He had no idea where to go from there. Just the fact that he had the elegant Beth in his arms was beyond his wet dreams. "What do you want to do?" he finally resorted to asking. "Something that doesn't involve clothes," Beth said with a laugh. Eddy immediately began to tear off his pants and shirt. Beth leisurely removed her bra and panties and lay back on her bed. She raised her slim legs and used a finger to rub at her clit. Her eyes locked on Eddy's cock as it emerged from his shorts. It jutted at an angle from his fine pubic hair and wobbled about as he climbed onto the bed. He looked down between Beth's thighs and saw the holy-grail for a teen male – an eager, hot, wet teen pussy. He parted her vaginal lips with a nervous finger and pushed it inside. He didn't know much about sex, but he knew that a wet pussy was a good thing. He patiently fingered Beth's cunt while she rubbed at her clit. She ground her hips against the bed sheets and a minute later she said, "I'm ready Eddy, fuck me now." Eddy didn't need any further invitation. He plunged his steel hard dick into the place where his finger had been just seconds before. Somehow, he didn't cream instantly. Maybe it was all the hand jobs from his aunt, but he lasted until Beth was gasping and moaning. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were open wide. Minutes before, he had been worried about pleasing Beth. But now, all he wanted to do was to plunge his cock into this heavenly place. He rammed his hips back and forth until the bedroom was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin. Beth came, more than once he thought, and then Eddy's cock erupted with shots of creamy cum. Eddy closed the door as he left Beth's room. He took a few steps down the hall away and leapt into the air, pumping his fist in victory. He was no longer a virgin. He, a short, very average-looking geek had just screwed the prettiest girl in school. Suddenly ravenous, Eddy headed for the kitchen. To get there he had to pass his uncle's home office. As Eddy neared the office, he heard his uncle's voice. He was talking to someone on the phone. The door to the office was opened a crack, and on impulse Eddy paused to listen. "Yeah, let's get that money back into the blue chip stocks. I have to turn that trust over to the boy in a few months." There was a pause while the other person spoke. "No, he just takes whatever I tell him at face value. As far as he knows, the money has been in nice, safe low yield stocks. I've made a ton over the management fees that I'm allowed to charge." Eddy listened long enough to be sure that he was the boy his uncle was talking about. The elation of his first fuck faded away. He felt a growing heat in his face and a sinking feeling in his stomach. His uncle had made him feel like a huge burden on his family. For years Eddy had felt like an intruder. He had felt guilty that his uncle had to manage his trust for a relatively low fee. Now Eddy knew that his Uncle Alfred had been taking advantage of him. Well, thought Eddy with a grim smile on his face, he already had sexual control of his uncle's women; it was time to take another step. Eddy pulled Beth playfully into the den of their home. It was the middle of the afternoon, after school. Liz was sitting in a chair, leafing through a magazine as a television played in one corner. "What are you two doing?" she asked as the two giggling teens came into the room. "I don't know," said Beth, "Eddy said that he has something to show me." The two women looked expectantly at Eddy who smiled and said, "Actually, I thought it was time for both of you to see something." He wrapped his arms around his cousin's waist, stood on tiptoe and gave her a hard kiss on the mouth. Beth struggled for a second, but then she began to respond to the kiss. They swapped tongues for a full minute before they pulled apart. "Well, well, how long has this been going on?" asked Liz. She put her magazine aside and folded her hands neatly in her lap. Eddy looked thoughtful and said, "I think it started about two weeks after you began sucking my dick." "You what?" said Beth with a stunned look on her face as she looked from her mother to her cousin. "Why don't we get naked and talk about it?" asked Eddy with a leering grin. A few minutes later the trio was stripped. They hadn't made it out of the den. Beth lay on the couch. She had one foot on the floor and the other thrown over the back of the couch. She had two fingers in her pussy, while her other hand frantically whipped at her clit. "Oh fuck, you two look so sexy," she whined in a lust strained voice. At the other end of the couch Beth's mother was on all fours. Her hair swayed back and forth with the motion of her hips. Rearing above Liz was Eddy's naked torso. He had both hands on his aunt's hips and he sawed his cock in and out of her pussy with an easy rhythm. Liz looked up at her daughter. "He has the sweetest cock, honey. It makes for a nice mouthful," she said with a gleam in her eye. "Shit," said Beth in a long moan. "I can't believe that you've been sucking him off for weeks." Her hips bounced up and down in the throes of another orgasm. Suddenly, the door to the den slammed open and Alfred stomped into the room. Liz and Beth froze in place, but Eddy just continued to swing his hips, never missing a stroke. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Alfred screamed at Eddy. "I'm screwing your women," said Eddy calmly. "Particularly your wife, she seems to appreciate the attention. "Fuck them," growled Alfred, "you know what I'm talking about. There's an army of lawyers and accountants in my office demanding an audit of your account." "Is that a problem?" asked Eddy. "You haven't mishandled my trust account, have you? Nothing to bother the feds with, is there?" Alfred's mouth opened and closed, as he struggled to talk. It was obvious that he was running the situation through his mind. Finally, he blurted out, ". What do you want to call them off?" "Oh let's say that you triple the original amount of money that my parents left you and let it go at that." "Triple?" Alfred screamed in outrage. "I never made that much money off of your account. I'll tie you up in court for a decade. My people can handle any federal investigation." "Give him the money," said Liz. Her voice was icy. "Otherwise I'll make sure that all of your friends know that you are such a lousy lover, your little teen nephew made you a cuckold. And then I'll tell them how you tried to cheat him out of his inheritance." Alfred looked at his wife as if he had just noticed that she was in the room, he barely glanced at his daughter. Once again the man worked his mouth as if he were trying to say something. Finally he spun about on his heel and marched out. Eddy had a small attack of conscience. "That's not exactly how it all happened," said Eddy as he continued to pound his aunt's pussy. "It doesn't matter, Eddy. His ego won't let him look bad in front of his friends, no matter how much it costs. Besides, I'm the one who's rich. I just let him play around with a fraction of my money. You concentrate on being the man of the house and I'll make sure you're taken care of financially." Eddy felt a fresh surge of power in his cock. It was good to be rich and sexually powerful. He locked gazes with Beth as he shot his load into Liz's clutching cunt. At some point that evening, he knew that he would be grinding his cock into her pretty pink pussy too. End of Eddy and Beth's story.