1 comments/ 17602 views/ 6 favorites Autumn Term Tales - Episode 01 By: Faldoom Note to Readers: This is the updated, revamped version of my old 'Crime and Punishment' Submission. With the stories' new direction and the changes, the old title was no longer accurate. Hope you enjoy. ---- 24 year old Jennifer 'Jenny' Montana is a short woman, standing only five foot four. But that was the only thing small about her. She has shoulder length auburn hair, big, playful eyes that dance with merriment and her red lips are large, curling in a seductive shape at the corners. Though short in her torso, she has long arms and legs, trim and shapely, complimenting her large bosom. Her double D breasts and long, well toned legs were usually the first thing people noticed about her. Boys usually stared a lot and she even turned a few girls' heads as well. She welcomes the attention and does a lot to keep it, frequenting the local gym at least once a week to keep her shape in check. When she goes out with her friends she wears shirts and tops that are at least a size to small which cause her already straining body to stand out even more and her skirts and shorts are always rather short. But she isn't a slut and so restrains herself when at work. Besides, a teacher wearing a tank top and mini skirt would not go down well at the college where she teaches as a biology professor. She had always been interested in people's bodies ever since she reached puberty when she was a little over twelve years old. This had led to her studying to be a science teacher who specialized in biology, particularly human biology. Sometimes this let her work very closely with boys, girls and their bodies. Sometimes she had even had special one-to-one 'study' sessions with fellow students, and even a few of her professors, while studying at university. It was September and it had been unnaturally sunny for several days now but today, Friday the 12th, was the hottest by all accounts. Jenny was looking forward to the end of the day at Four O'Clock, just ten minutes away. She wanted to be at home having a cool shower while attending to the itch growing between her thighs. Several times today fights had broken out between some of the boys. Hot, bored and increasingly short tempered, some had turned to violence to settle petty arguments. One had happened right in front of her as she'd been crossing the playing field back to the science block after lunch. A sports practical class was on at the time and two boys had suddenly decided to hold a wrestling competition. Jenny's heart had started to race and her breath quickened as she'd watched the two of them rolling about on the grass. Their almost skin tight sports clothes showed off the muscles rippling along their backs and arms, and their shorts left little to the imagination. Caught up in a day dream, she'd stopped to watch, fantasying that the fight was over her. She knew she should feel guilty for such thoughts but it was fun all the same. Then the boys had been pulled apart and she quickly moved on in case anyone asked why she'd stopped. As the memory faded she sighed and tried to find a position which was a little cooler. She hadn't had a break all afternoon and it was becoming stifling hot in the packed science room. The windows were open to their full extent but the air coming in was as hot as that going out. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone and she'd taken off her jacket but it hadn't helped much. Even though she had allowed herself to wear a shirt because of the hot weather she was still boiling up. It was ten to four on Friday afternoon and she longed for the last ten minutes to just suddenly pass. The heat and memories of the boys fighting in tight shorts was really starting to make her yearn to give her crotch the attention it was begging for. 'Well, that's not quite true,' she mused to herself. What she would really like was for someone else to do it for her and she knew exactly who it was she wanted. She glanced at and then away from him in case he noticed. He didn't. As usual he was still working. Everyone else had given up trying to concentrate and even the support teacher had resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to get them to work. She knew it was wrong for teachers to have amorous feelings about their students but she couldn't help it; just looking at him made her nipples begin to harden. He was the only person in the room that seemed unconcerned by the heat. Indeed, she'd heard him comment on several occasions that when everyone else was hot he felt comfortably cool and when everyone else was freezing he felt perfectly warm. Of course, he'd never actually said it to her. 19 year old Brecon Storm was practically a loner and had only a few close friends. He spent most of his time working, reading or simply sat in silence thinking secret thoughts. She loved the way he relaxed back in his chair, one hand on his stomach while the other either twirled a pen in slow circles between his fingers or drummed a silent rhythm on the desk. He always seemed distant and sad but she'd also seen him smile. What a smile! Slow, hesitant, as if it didn't belong on his face, curving gently upwards at the corners. And his eyes, well, she could lose herself in them. Pupils more like the slits a cat or a reptile would have with a pale blue, almost gray iris ringed by a thin band of much deeper blue. One of the boys sitting in the front row of desks said something to her, calling her back from her fantasies. "Yes?" she answered as she looked round. Adrian Griffis, the boy who'd spoken and those nearest him doubled over as they burst out in fits of grunting laughter. Obviously they had asked her something inappropriate that required a yes or no answer. They had waited until she had been day dreaming knowing she wouldn't understand what they'd said. The support teacher had unfolded his arms and stood up. He had heard what had been said and even though he was trying to hide it, she could see he was trying hard not to laugh, too. None of the male teachers and even some of the older women teachers would take her seriously. They considered her as being to young and naïve to be a college teacher. She looked away, embarrassed, thanking for once that it was a hot day as her already reddened face hid the blush colouring her cheeks. She knew it was still there, her panties were becoming moist with more than just sweat because of it, but the itch was subdued a little as her thoughts were disturbed. As her roving eyes past over Brecon they suddenly met his. In the split second it took her to move her eyes back to his he had already averted his gaze. She sat down, her eyes moving across the textbook in front of her without reading a single word. Was that a blush she'd seen spreading across his cheeks and neck? Had he been looking at her? Her heart raced, the itch bloomed even greater now and she could feel her clit stiffening. She knew from experience how to keep her body from giving away clues as to her private thoughts but inside her brain raged with question after question. Did this mean he liked her? What would happen if he did? She suddenly noticed that the atmosphere in the classroom had changed. It was still as hot but now the room was silent, frozen almost. She looked up. He was still working but that wasn't what had everyone's attention. What had, was Richard Anderson. He was walking slowing down the space between the workbenches towards the one Adrian was sat at. She noticed he had a fresh blotch of florescent orange paint, like the kind used in paintball guns, on his left sleeve. Adrian was lowering his hand, an elastic band lashed around his thumb and index finger to form a catapult. He was smiling. She knew what was about to happen; Adrian only smiled like that when he was about to fight. The support teacher had also noticed and, like some of the students had backed off to a safer distance. A larger number left the classroom altogether, taking their bags and other possessions with them. Adrian's pals were still near to him but even they looked worried. Adrian and his crew basically ruled the college campus. They were the hardest and most brutal persons on the campus but still somehow had enough brains to get onto a science course. But Richard Anderson was a law unto himself. No one could touch him and everyone knew what would happen if you did. Adrian stood up slowly, rolling his massive shoulders as he did so and pushing up his sleeves. Richard stopped about a foot away from him. His dark skinned, evenly muscled body could easily match Adrian's. A few seconds past ... then they were suddenly smashing each other back and forth. It happened so fast Jenny hadn't even seen the first blow. In the aisle behind and two workbenches down Brecon was, incredibly, still working. She heard the support teacher calling for assistance over the walkie-talkie he carried while he shepherded the other students out of the room. She knew any "assistance" wouldn't be here in time to stop the two boys from seriously damaging each other. She started to feel guilty again. She was heating up again as she watched the powerful muscles of both boys pump back and forth, glistening with sweet sweat as they landed blow after blow against each other. The remaining students had fled, all except her favourite. Suddenly, Adrian had one of the metal stools in his hands and was clubbing Richard with it. Richard ripped the stool out of Adrian's grasp, tossing it behind him as he leapt at Adrian. Jenny watched as if in slow motion as the chair flew across the nearest workbench and into the aisle behind. She would have cried out had there been time. Brecon noticed the stool at the last second and looked up just as it ploughed into his chest and left hand side. He was smashed off his seat and disappeared from Jenny's view. As he fell he let out a cry of pain so gut wrenching it pulled at Jenny's heart. She leapt up and started round towards the aisle ends away from the fight, intending to help him. She'd barely reached the first aisle when he was back on his feet. She froze. He was transformed! She had always thought of him as being about five foot ten but she realized now that he must walk in a hunch. His shoulders back and his head up, he was nearer six foot two. His eyes were ablaze and his lips pulled back in a snarl of pure rage. Forget fancying him, she was in love. He just radiated power. As if to prove it, he leapt over his workbench and picked up another of the stools. Neither Adrian nor Richard saw him coming. Letting out a roar, he brought the stool down two handed, aiming for the back of Richard's head. Fortunately, Richard moved slightly which caused the blow to land on his left shoulder instead. He dropped like a stone, his collar bone and part of the shoulder blade beneath crushed by the shear force of the blow. Adrian had been in the process of delivering another right hook when his target suddenly wasn't there anymore. With nothing to connect with the punch left Adrian off balance. Brecon dropped the stool and in one fluid motion grasped Adrian's wrist with his right hand, pulling him further off balance while slamming his left elbow into Adrian's face. He then snapped Adrian's arm up against his back in an arm lock. Meanwhile, his knee buried itself into Adrian's groin. He pushed him away so that he landed on top of Richard who was busy shivering in pain. As Adrian fell he managed to grab part of Brecon's shirt, tearing a chunk out of it. All Jenny could see was Brecon's back as she moved towards him. The support teacher suddenly reappeared in the room flanked by two other male teachers. They stopped, staring in shock at the two bullies lying prone on the floor with a sweat drenched Brecon standing over them, while deep shuddering breathes wracked his body. Jenny reached out to turn Brecon around. She suddenly was shocked to find herself looking up at the ceiling. He'd hit her! Brecon had swung round and back handed her off her feet. He was suddenly kneeling beside her. "I'm so sorry, miss. I didn't realize it was you. I'm sorry, so sorry." He moved to help her up but the support teacher suddenly had an arm round Brecon's throat. "You two grab those bastards. I'll take this one," he said through gritted teeth. "NO!" Jenny cried, half in shock, half in anger. "What?" said the support teacher. "No," she said more forcefully as she rose to her feet, "He's my student, his actions were against me and I'll deal with him myself not you thugs." The support teacher opened his mouth as if to say something, thought better of it and merely shrugged instead. He didn't have to speak. His smirk said it all. 'Fine, I'll leave you to cope with this one' is what it said. Jenny allowed a fleeting expression of fear to cross her face and his smile widened as he released Brecon before turning away and following the others out. Jenny, smiling inwardly, followed them to the windowless door and shut it after they had gone. This was exactly what she wanted. The practical science room was the only upstairs room in the science block and its windows were all along one wall, looking out across the farmer's fields behind the college. It was one of the few places in the college that offered complete privacy. She was also the only person who worked in the science block and apart from her, only the cleaners and the dean had keys to the whole building. She waited until she heard the support teacher and his lackeys leave the block before turning to Brecon. He'd got off the floor and was now sitting on a stool. Through the rent in the side of his shirt she could see the smooth, sweat streaked skin of his abdomen. Her eyes flashed and her pulse raced. Her itch was almost screaming to be satisfied. "Wait there, you." She said in as steady a voice as she could manage. He merely nodded. The slumped shoulders and the saddened look had returned. Her heart wrenched as she looked at him but though she wanted to go over and console him she couldn't, not yet. She slipped out of the door and down the stairs, practically flew past the science theory room and came to the outside door. Peering through the window pane she made sure no one was around before detaching the door's key from her key ring and locking the front door. This was the only entrance and exit to the science block apart from the fire door which could only be opened from the inside. She left the key in the door, making sure it was turned sideward. It was an old fashioned lock which meant it couldn't be pushed out from the other side while the key was sideward. She almost ran back up the stairs, but composed herself before entering. As she did she checked the clock. Five past four. Good, all the students would be gone and no other teacher had any reason to be at the science lab. Now she turned her attention to Brecon. He hadn't moved from the stool. He had adopted that favourite position of hers, the one were his hand drummed on the desk. Jenny locked the door behind her before crossing to the windows and shutting each of them. She didn't care about the heat now and she couldn't take any chances, however unlikely, of anyone hearing them. 'Besides, two bodies in a room this size won't cause too much heat,' the scientist part of her said. Before turning back to face him, she opened the third button down her shirt and the last three, leaving only the middle two fastened. Now the size of her breasts forced her tight shirt to open, revealing a lot of flesh, most of her toned stomach and several inches of cleavage. 'This should wet his appetite,' she thought. She moved to stand beside him, leaning on the desk with both hands so that her bosom was pinched between them. "So, Mr Storm," she spoke slowly, making sure her tone wasn't too serious and just a little seductive. She smiled inwardly once more when he turned to look at her. Although he didn't physically look at them, she could tell by his body language that he'd noticed her open shirt and the expanse of flesh on show. You didn't get to be a good human biologist without becoming adept at reading people. "What am I to do with you," she shook her head as she turned around and leant back with her elbows on the desk so that her chest and hips were pushed forward. Though she feigned annoyance, she was thrilled to see that her teasing was working. Though his face was clouded by apprehension, she could see the hunger building in his eyes and a blush beginning to creep up his neck. "Honestly, miss. It was an accident. I hadn't realized who was behind me until you were falling." "Jenny." "What?" he looked puzzled. "Just call me Jenny, Brecon," she stroked her hand along his forearm in a way that would seem friendly to a passer by but she knew would feel like more to him. God, the heat of his skin and the feel of it against hers! She desperately wanted the rest on show. She was surprised to feel him freeze at her touch, "This is college after all, you don't need to be formal," she said, stressing the last word but he didn't seem to notice. She looked up at his face and almost lost her restrain. Oh god, she just wanted to kiss those lips of his and see him smile. The smell of his skin mingling with that of his sweat was driving her crazy. Her breasts were swelling and her blood sang as she gazed into his eyes. She desperately wanted him right then. But she daren't risk moving too fast. He was still wary and not responding too well even to her overt display. She would have to break him open first, make him feel comfortable with her. "I don't think I really should, miss. What with this being such a serious situation and all that." He flinched as her eyes blazed and her face flushed with anger. "Well, that's another mark against you isn't it?" she practically hissed at him as she stood with her hands on her hips, "First you strike me then you won't do as I ask?" Though he knew she was small, right then Miss Montana seemed to tower of Brecon. He shrunk back as he stammered. "Miss, please, I ..." "Enough! No more excuses, Brecon. Stand up." He stood, defeated and miserable. He was hunched and wore that haunted look she was determined to purge him of. "Stand up straight! Now, that's better." Brecon was miserable. He'd just done two things that he would grieve over for weeks to come. First he had fought out of anger and then he'd hit the only person other than his friends that made him happy now a days. He had liked her since the first time he'd met her just before Christmas last year when he transferred from his other college. She was his favourite teacher, not just because she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen but for other things besides. She seemed to be the only teacher he had never managed to piss off. Plus she always seemed so kind and fun to have as a teacher. Plus he was sure that on several occasions there had been some small indications of her liking him in more than the usual teacher-student way. The way she looked at him sometimes when she thought he wasn't looking, how she always seemed so understanding when he couldn't hand things in on time due to a busy schedule at home and at college, and how she always seemed so glad to see him in or outside of class. But he knew he'd blown his chances with her. Of course, they'd been slim to begin with but now there was no way he could redeem himself for this. He stared at a dot on the wall as she walked first one way round him and then back the other way. The smell of her as she walked past was making his blood rise but he refused to let it show. Oh what a fool he'd been to even think she had mutual feelings for him. She'd even seen him looking at her during class. He could tell she disliked him now. Jenny had walked round him twice now, trying to buy enough time to think of what to do next but she was running out of ideas and she couldn't control herself much longer. Autumn Term Tales - Episode 01 'Fuck subtlety,' she thought, 'I'll just have to go for it and see what happens.' Brecon was still lost in despair when he realized she was speaking again and he pulled his attention back to her. "It's no good," she said. His face fell, "You're just too hot for me to punish." "Look, miss I... pardon?" Dare he believe it? Had she really just said what he thought she had? His hopes rose a little. Then everything he'd noticed fell into place; why she'd kept him behind, why she'd locked the door and closed the windows and the fact that her shirt was all but open. So many little signs and he hadn't caught on to any of them until now. His shoulders rolled back and he stud up straighter, his breath quickening slightly. Jenny could see the change in him. The way he perked up and his eyes widened slightly, a look a surprised delight creeping into them. Good god, he did like her. Maybe straight to the point was the better way to go. 'Now to land him,' she thought. She cast around for a topic she could use to win him over and immediately knew what to do. She watched with mounting delight as he really looked her up and down before returning his eyes to hers. She stepped forward, meaning she had to look up at him which would give him an even greater view when he looked down at her. Caressing his face with her left hand, her right hand stroked gently back and forth across the skin exposed by the hole in his shirt. His eyes closed slightly and he pressed his face into her hand. He shivered. She was close enough to him now for her to feel it too and it set her pulse racing. "You know, Brecon," her voice was soft like silk and he dreamed of what it would sound like when she moaned, "I've noticed you don't have a lot of friends." "Yes, miss. I know." He couldn't mange anything else because he was distracted. The fingers of her right hand were now in his jeans, softly stroking the skin just above were his penis began. It didn't really tickle, more like... oh he couldn't describe it but he could feel the shudders it was sending down his spine. Daringly, he wrapped an arm round her waist drawing her closer. Her bosom pressed against his chest and he could feel the hardness of her nipples even through her bra and the thin shirts they both wore. She almost squealed when he drew her against him. She wanted him to kiss her but she'd waited this long and a few more seconds would only heighten her need. "You know what I think?" her voice was little more than a whisper now. Brecon had to bend down slightly to hear her. She took this chance to slip her left arm further round his neck, holding him down. "I think it might be advantageous for you to have a teacher as a friend." Her right hand was now massaging the front of his boxers and she smiled, her eyes glinting with pleasure as she felt his already semi-hard cock begin to bulge and swell under her ministrations. Brecon was sweating now but not from the heat. His lips were mere centimetres from hers and each breath brought the smell of her hair and her lightly perfumed skin. He'd fantasized over this moment for months and now it was real he couldn't believe his luck. "Would you be that friend?" he too spoke in a whisper, "Jenny?" Jenny! That was it; that was what she'd been waiting for. The fact that he'd used her name meant that he had finally accepted her attentions. She couldn't wait any longer. Their lips met and her tongue slid between them, caressing and flicking at his. He responded in kind, gently at first, their tongues doing all the work. His other arm slid around her as her right joined her left around his neck. She was in heaven; his lips were so soft and his tongue seemed to reach right to the back of her mouth. His hands slid slowly up her sides to the front of her shirt undoing the last buttons. She wrapped her right leg around his left, forcing their groins closer. His hands slipped the shirt off her shoulders and she let go of his neck just long enough to remove it completely. All the while they continued to kiss, more passionately now, sucking on each others tongues and pressing their faces into each other. Her hands met behind his head once more as he gripped her ass and lifted her up onto the desk behind her. She sat down and then the loose skirt she wore quickly joined her shirt on the floor. He stepped back to admire the view of his 'new friend' sat on the desk, her legs spread, wearing only thin black panties and matching bra and black stilettos. As he moved to kiss her again, she stopped him with a finger against his lips. He smiled as he kissed her finger. She bit her lip as she smiled back, her long hair suddenly damp and clinging to her face. She finally had him and she wanted to see more of him. She leant forward and began to slide his shirt up his body, revealing his flat abdomen and then his slim chest. He took over then, knowing her arms wouldn't be able to reach. He wasn't the most muscular or well built boy she'd ever seen but his slim, corded torso was still a delight. Just a little tanned with not a bruise or blemish, he didn't even have hairs on his chest but she preferred men with little or no chest hair. It wasn't size that mattered it was the power behind it and she knew he had plenty. She also knew he was on the sports course and was a cross country runner and the college's swimming champion, which showed he had stamina. She shimmied forwards until she sat on the very edge of the desk and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close to her. As her breasts pressed into his chest her tongue caressed his shoulders and neck while her hands massaged the front of his jeans. Brecon leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Shudders ran down his spine as her tongue picked on the more sensitive areas of his shoulders and neck. Each lick left her thirsty for more. The sweet taste of his skin, offset by the salt of his sweat was almost painful. She could feel his hands slowly gliding up and down her back just above the skin setting her nerves on fire. She giggled with joy at the thought of what else he could do with those digits. Brecon grinned as he heard her giggle. It was such a delightful sound. He shifted forward slightly, pressing her breasts even tighter against him as he reached up to undo the clasp of her bra. Jenny giggled again as she slid her right hand under his jeans and took hold of his cock through his boxers. It was hard and throbbing, shifting beneath her fingers. It was also pointing the wrong way up so she undid his jeans while she felt his fingers open her bra clasp. His jeans slid easily down his long legs and the pressure keeping his cock in place removed, it almost jumped out of her grip as it flipped the right way up. His jeans gone, Brecon felt his cock finally become fully erect as Jenny's hands continued to tease it through the rough fabric of his boxers. He began to slide the straps of the bra down her arms. She had to let go of his cock in order to fully get her bra off but Jenny didn't mind, she'd have it soon anyhow. Once freed, her breasts bulged out to full size and Brecon couldn't help but stare. They were so perfect, firm and round, the nipples pointing straight out. And what nipples! The alveoli must have been at least three inches across and the teats were so hard they throbbed. He looked her in the eyes and she smiled, nodding just a little. "Go on, you deserve this, after all a teacher must reward good behaviour," she whispered. He nodded, a big grin spreading across his face. This wasn't the hesitant smile she had seen and come to love before but a great smile none the less. He bent lower, leaning against the desk as she lent back to give him more room. He didn't, as she thought he would, go straight for her breasts. Instead, he brushed his tongue across her lips before trailing it slowly down her chin, down her neck and further until he reached her breasts and she shivered at its touch. Here he pushed his tongue down into her cleavage as far as it could go before tracing lightly across the top and round the under side of her right breast, pushing up into her cleavage when he reached it before tracing under and then over her left. "Ooo," she moaned as shudders leapt down her spine. His tongue was now slowly circling across her left breast getting closer and closer to the nipple at its centre. As it finally began to brush across the alveoli a wave of pleasure rocked her and she felt her pussy begin to drip again. His tongue played back and forth across her alveoli but not once did it touch the teat which was now screaming for attention. Just when she thought he was about to touch it he moved his head and looked to be moving to her other breast. Just as she was about to become disappointed his head flicked back and he caught the teat almost painfully in his teeth. The sudden, unexpected pleasure made her gasp in shock. She looked down to see Brecon grinning wolfishly up at her, the teat still caught between his teeth. She grinned too and laughed as she leant forward to kiss his forehead. Brecon now pressed his lips against her alveoli while squeezing gently on her teat every few seconds. Inside his mouth his tongue vigorously lashed back and forth across the top of her teat and with each lash he felt Jenny cringe in pleasure under his ministrations. Without warning he suddenly let go and flicked across to her other breast giving it the same treatment. Though she'd been expecting this it still caught her off guard and a moan escaped her once more. Though Jenny was enjoying the pleasure coming from her breasts she knew it must end. It had waited patiently while she broke him in and got him started but now her itch demanded payment and she knew Brecon would now be more they willing to pay it. Leaning forward she pushed Brecon up off her. He gave her a worried look but she merely smiled and kissed him. "Finish taking your jeans off and then help me with my underwear," she whispered into his ear as seductively as she could, "I've someone I want you to eat." Brecon nodded. He didn't need asking twice. After kicking off his shoes he quickly stepped out of his jeans and pushed them aside. Jenny wrapped her arms round his neck and they kissed long and hard while Brecon undid the ties on either side of her thong. Jenny sighed as she felt him slide the thong off her and watched as he dropped it on the floor. Her smile broadened when she realized he'd stopped kissing her so as to lean back and gaze at her pussy. Brecon mouth went dry at the beautiful sight before his eyes. Her pussy was almost clean shaven save for a neat triangle of hair pointing toward her clitoris. Her lips were slick with sweat and juices, and with her legs spread, the inner flesh was revealed in a small, wet slice, just enough to excite and call him to it. "Would you like to eat that pussy?" Brecon merely nodded, stuck for words. Jenny placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down until he was kneeling in front of the desk then she slipped off on to a stool so his head would be exactly the right height. She then rested her arms on the desk behind her and placed a leg on each of his shoulders pulling him closer simply by pushing her heels into the small of his back. "Well, go on then, this is your punishment for striking me so you best do it or I'll be angry," she half spoke half moaned in her silkiest and most seductive voice. He laughed nervously at her joke. It had been almost a year since he'd gone down on a girl and at least a year and a half since he'd had a girlfriend. His parents' death two years ago had left him depressed and reserved, and he and her had drifted apart. Since moving to live with his Aunt and two cousins he had slept with only one girl, Cloe Brooks, and then only the once; it had been simply a comfort thing. But now he was envisioning a change to that trend. He licked his dry lips and took hold of his nerves. He began to kiss his way along her thighs until he was mere centimetres from her mound. The smell was intoxicating. Above him Jenny smiled and closed her eyes in anticipation. His tongue pressed forward brushing lightly across her hot lips getting a tongue full of Jenny's hot juices. The taste was good, not too sweet. Better than last time, from what he could remember. He pressed a little harder and probed deeper, enjoying the rich flavour, but enjoying Jenny's reaction even more. She shuddered and gasped as Brecon's tongue moved up and down her pussy, sliding between the wet folds of flesh. "Oooooo!" She cried out, stiffening with pleasure as he reached her clit. Brecon would have grinned if he could but instead contented himself by beginning to flick back and forth across the little bud, slowly at first but gaining speed. Jenny's shudders became convulsions and her moans came faster and louder the faster he went. She thrust her pussy forward to meet his tongue and Brecon forgot his nerves as he grasped her ass cheeks and clamped his hot lips over her wet mound and began to suck as his tongue continued its assault. When Jenny began to buck her hips he became more enthusiastic, driving into her whole-heartedly. "Oooooo! Ooo yes, yes, ooo Brecon that feels so good, mmmmmmm, YES!" She managed to say between moans as he began to work his face from side to side, his tongue thrusting and licking while his mouth sucked up every drop. Brecon probed deeper still, fishing out every last drop of her juices while she tossed her head back and forth and pressed her pussy harder against his face. Jenny was panting with the effort and getting weak from the pleasure of his assault when she felt the first tremors begin to run up her spine. She arched her back, sucking in her tummy to heighten the sensation and spreading her legs wider as she felt the pressure building. Brecon could tell from the change in his teacher that she was close to cumming. Her thighs on either side of his head were now tensing in time with each lash of his tongue. This merely drove him to increase his attack on her clit raking up and down while above him Jenny moaned at each stroke. Then she suddenly sat bolt up right. "Argh! This ... is it, get ... ready, I'm ... CUMMING! OH GOD!" she said between gasps as she took hold of the back of his head, pulling it tightly into her pussy, arching her back as far as she could. Brecon was finding it hard to breathe when Jenny let out a squeal and all but collapsed on the desk, virtually helpless as her loins exploded and her orgasm ravaged her body. Brecon knew his teacher would soon be too sensitive to touch so reluctantly he pulled his tongue back and stopped the attack but kept sucking out her juices all the while. He wasn't a moment too soon as he felt Jenny's thighs tense up on either side of his head. Then they relaxed and he looked up to see her propped on her elbows, gazing down on him. The most beautiful smile was lighting her face and he couldn't help but smile too as he raised himself off his knees in order to kiss her. As he stood up she noticed the front of his bulging boxers were soaked with more than just sweat. Brecon noticed were her thirsty gaze was directed and realized he must have become quite wet himself while he'd fed off her pussy. Without a second's thought he slid his boxers over his cock and ass before letting them fall down his legs. Jenny's eyes widened and her smile turned wolfish as his swollen cock was finally revealed. It wasn't as long as she would have thought, given his height, certainly not the longest she had had, but it was definitely not the shortest either. It was still a good length at what she guessed was about seven or eight inches. It was however thicker then she had expected. She licked her lips as she slid off the desk, kneeling down on her shirt while pushing him back against the desk behind him. She really didn't like sucking cock but she knew from first hand experience that men expected it and she reasoned it was only fair she go down on Brecon after he'd gone south for her. She took hold of his cock and was about to start licking it when to her surprise he scooped her face in his hands and tilted it up to his. He shook his head. "No Jenny, not that, I don't like them," he said. When he saw the relief on her face he added, "And it looks like you don't either. Well, that's handy." Still cradling her beautiful face in his hands he too knelt down. She smiled. He grinned and motioned downwards with a nod of his head. When Jenny looked down she realized what he'd done. Were she thought he'd merely flicked their clothes aside in any order, he had really laid them out across the floor in a sort of make shift blanket. She looked back at him and laughed as he winked at her. Brecon transferred his hands to her shoulders and motioned for her to lie down but she shook her head and pushed his hand away and got up. He looked confused as she quickly ran to the end of the classroom and disappeared into the supplies cupboard. Although Brecon appreciated the great view of her ass as it swayed while she ran and admired her perfect form, he was a little put out. He was about to get up and follow her when she came running back giving him another great view, this time of her bouncing breasts. She kneeled down beside him again and handed him something. He looked at the packet in his hand; it was a condom. He looked up at her. "Why do keep condoms in your science store cupboard?" "For when I'm teaching students about the reproductive system," she said. From the way she wouldn't look at him and the blush spreading across her neck and face Brecon knew she didn't just mean in class. She suddenly looked so shy and young that to Brecon she seemed even more desirable than when she'd been silky and seductive. With his free hand he lightly touched her chin, turning her face to his. They gazed into each other's eyes and then they both closed them as he leaned in and kissed her gently. Her arms went around his neck and they sat there for ages neither one wanting to break the kiss. But Jenny's itch had returned and Brecon's cock was throbbing like mad. They broke the kiss then Jenny helped him on with the condom, playing with his cock first to make sure it was rock hard. Embracing once more they kissed more passionately than ever. Brecon flicked his legs out from under him lying down slowly onto the blanket of clothes and carefully positioning Jenny on top of him. Jenny sighed with joy as she felt his rock hard cock pressed against her stomach, her breath catching a little with each throb. She slid up his torso until the outer most lips of her pussy where resting on his cock. Slowly she began to move in little circles, grinding her mound across his cock as she kissed and licked his neck again and again. It was his turn to moan and sigh now. Jenny was in her element. She knew exactly how to bring boys to orgasm before they'd even penetrated her. Her hands played across his skin barely touching the surface, electrifying his nerves. Beneath her she felt his cock tense with each new feeling. Faster now, she rocked forwards and back, able to pump his cock by simply trapping it between their bodies. "Ooo, yes ... that feels so good," he sighed. Jenny grinned as she increased the speed while bouncing her breasts up and down on his chest. She could feel him tensing under her. Just then she felt him cringe but before he could speak, she abruptly stopped her movements. She saw the relief wash over his face and he lifted his head up to look at her, propping himself up on his elbows. She leaned forwards to bring her mouth to his. They kissed slowly, their tongues playing again. "Don't worry love, I want you in me when we come, not out side," she whispered to him. "Oh, you do, do you?" he smiled slyly, "well then, I best do as my teacher asks." Autumn Term Tales - Episode 01 He began to roll over, manoeuvring her until she was now propped on her elbows. As he sat back on his heels in front of her, Jenny lifted her left leg so that it rested across his right shoulder and leant the other one down to the floor, allowing him better access to her pussy. Brecon's breathe came faster now. He'd seen this position several times in sex movies and had hoped to find a girl who'd do it for him but he'd never imagined it would be his teacher. Carefully he moved forwards positioning the tip of his cock against her still wet pussy, making sure the condom was still in place. Looking her in the eyes he slowly pushed forward, sliding his cock between her red hot lips. He smiled as she leaned her head back, gasping as the head found her entrance and began to bury itself in her. She let out a long sigh as the rest of him followed the head as it moved deeper into her. When Brecon could go no further they lay there for a minute or two, simply enjoying being part of each other. Then he pulled out almost all the way, before once again pushing slowly back in. Jenny bit her lip and her eyes danced with fire as he began to pump her, moving just a little faster and harder with each stroke. She was in delightful agony as he teased her. Brecon soon fell into a steady rhythm, not too fast but not slowly either delighting in Jenny's reaction as she rolled her head from side to side, moaning gently. Brecon pumped harder, moving his pelvis back and forth in increasingly faster thrusts. Jenny cried out, the pleasure mounting higher and higher. She let her self lie down, before repositioning her legs. Now she was virtually in a sideways spilt her feet hooked around a leg of the desks on either side of them. Sucking in her stomach to heighten her pleasure again, she began to moan over and over, using her spread legs and hands to push herself onto him each time he thrust forwards. Brecon was beginning to have a hard time keeping himself from cumming. Yes he had a condom on but he was holding back as best he could, trying to keep Jenny pleasured as long as possible. Just then Jenny took one of her ample breasts in each hand moving the teats to her mouth and began to lick and suck hers own nipples, watching him all the while. This was just too much for Brecon. Jenny saw his jaw clench and felt his cock begin to swell inside her. Quickly, she grabbed his arms, pulling him down onto her, wrapped her legs and arms around him and locked her lips to his. They kissed furiously, their exclamations of joy muffled by each other's mouths, as Brecon's cock bucked and jumped firing strands of hot sperm deep inside her quickly followed by Jenny's own orgasm. When the giddying sensations finally subsided, Brecon slid himself out of Jenny and rolled on to his right side, bringing her onto her left. Neither spoke nor moved for several minutes as they lay on the blanket of clothes, panting and clinging against each other in a tight embrace. It was Jenny who moved first, rolling him onto his back and snuggling more comfortably by his side. She gently stroked his heaving chest, smiling up at him while he grinned down at her. "Jenny, I've got to admit, I think you're the best teacher and friend I could possibly need," he said, his voice still shaky. She smiled her biggest smile yet and he grinned, then they kissed long but gently. They broke the kiss and relaxed once more. Jenny closed her eyes, feeling she could just lie here forever. Then Brecon sat up suddenly and she rolled onto her back. "What time is it?" he searched out the room's clock and groaned. It was twenty to five and the last bus that passed by where his Auntie lived had left ten minutes ago. He felt a pair of soft, warm arms encircle his abdomen from behind and a pair of breasts press themselves into his back. Jenny laid her chin on his right shoulder and whispered in his ear. "What's the matter, Brecon?" her voice was soft and soothing. "The last bus home has already left meaning I've got a long walk tonight," he said. He twisted round so that she was pressed against his right side instead of his back. She looked into his eyes. Though he didn't say it and was trying not to show it, they were pleading silently. The slow smile she loved so much crossed his face. She smiled too and closed her eyes. "Well, I could give you a ride home," she knew with out having to open her eyes that his face had fallen; she felt it in the droop of his shoulders and the way his hand stopped caressing her thighs just for an instant, "or you could stay at my house tonight and go home tomorrow?" She opened her eyes and was rewarded by a brilliant smile and a passionate kiss. "After all, we'll both need showers and you can't go home with your clothes covered in sex now, can you? And your Auntie would be very suspicious if I dropped you off." They lay together a little longer before reluctantly getting dressed. After quickly tidying up the science room and making sure to leave no evidence of what had taken place, they left the room, heading for the car park and Jenny's car. Brecon and Jenny smiled to each other as Jenny started the car and they drove off down the street, both thinking about how things had changed and what the future might bring. Autumn Term Tales - Episode 02 19 year old Brecon Storm is a tall man, standing six foot two. But it was mostly all leg. His torso is slightly shorter than it should be to match his long legs but it didn't affect anything really. His mousy-brown hair is kept relatively short. His eyes were unusual in that the pupils were more like a slit than rounded, the pale blue iris ringed by a band of deeper blue. Most girls and a few boys would say he had a handsome face but in his modesty Brecon thought himself rather plain. It was the same with his body. He saw a lanky lad with a thin frame were the world saw a toned, semi-muscular build, kept in shape by his Cross Country Running and the fact he was Swimming Champion at the college he was now a Second Year Student at. Brecon has only a couple of close friends, preferring to spend his time alone. He was not always this way but two years ago, his life had changed. His parents, returning from one of his Father's business trips, had died in a collision with a truck on an icy bend. After that, he had sunk into depression and become quiet and reserved. His new personality had forced his girlfriend of 8 months away and set him back at college. Unable to support himself, his Father's Sister, Aunt Loren Crescent had taken him in. She lived on the opposite side of the country with her two daughters, Faun and Teena. This also meant he changed colleges, starting first year again, but this time he joined both a Sports and a Science Course. Besides sports and model collecting, Brecon has no real hobbies and is not very social. Only his cousins and close friends can properly get him to join in with activities and even then not for long. All the straight girls at the new college had a thing for Brecon, but he hadn't noticed. He was too wrapped up in his studies and depression to notice. Although, he did sleep with one of them, Chloe Brooks, but only by pure accident due to circumstance. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had eyes for only one person but it was a taboo crush. The five foot four, smoking hot science teacher, Jennifer 'Jenny' Montana. He had liked her from the first day he had met her. She was everything he could want in a woman; curvy, seductive, great smile, large breasts, long legs, perfectly toned. But he knew he would never have her. She was a teacher, he a student. However, as the first year of college rolled on, he had started to suspect she may have feelings for him to; quick glances, high marks, understanding when he was late with coursework, given more freedom for creativeness than the others. The hints were subtle though, and he believed he was imagining things. But his opinion had been changed dramatically an hour ago. It was Friday 12th September, the last day of the first week of Second Year. The weather had been scorching all week and temperatures and tempers where rising. A fight had broken out in the last class of the afternoon, not five minutes before the College day would have ended. The fight had been between two resident hard-heads but Brecon had been caught in the middle. The other two had been sent for detention elsewhere but Miss Montana had kept him with her, wanting to apparently punish him herself. He had thought his hopes with her lost but instead she had used 'Detention' as a cunning ploy to get them alone. She had revealed her true feelings for him and what had followed was an hour of passionate bliss, neither able to resist the other. After they had had their fill of each other, Brecon had realised he had missed his bus home, but Jenny had planned this too, telling Brecon he was to spend the night at hers so he wouldn't turn up home stinking of their love making. Right now, Brecon sat in the passenger seat of Jenny's Mazda RX8, watching her every movement as she expertly handled the spritely sports car along the back roads out of the city. His eyes soaked up every detail from her damp hair clinging to her angelic face, down across her hastily buttoned top which showed her bare chest beneath, to her long, bare legs working the car's pedals. Ooo he longed to have her legs work his pedals again. As her car had been parked just out back of the Science Block and no-one else had been around, the pair had not bothered to dress completely, only undergarments and a shirt each, running with the rest to the car. They had jumped in and made out, their tongues and lips locked together for several minutes before Jenny broke the contact and had driven out of the college's rear car-park. Brecon couldn't resist any longer. He leant over and began to kiss the left side of her neck and the fingers of his right hand danced across her left thigh. Jenny giggled and squirmed trying to keep the car steady while responding to his touch. "Brecon, stop, you're going to cause an accident." When he sat back with a mock sad expression, she laughed. He grinned, unable to keep up the pouted lips and frown in light of her contagious happiness. "Don't worry, stud," she breathed, stroking his crotch with her left hand, "Not long till we'll be home now." Even though she had stopped Brecon sighed and relaxed at the feel of her touch. He looked out the front for the first time to see where they where. He had a sudden shock. He recognised the hedges and fields whizzing past. This was the route the bus out to his Aunt's house took. His shoulders slumped and his face fell. Maybe she was taking him home, HIS home, after all. Perhaps she had suddenly realised what they had done and was beginning to regret it. 'Well,' he thought, 'I'll know soon enough. If she takes the next left then we're definitely headed to my Aunt's.' No sooner had he finished thinking this then the left hand turn off had passed them by and the Mazda continued to race out into the countryside. His mood suddenly brightened. He turned to look once more at Jenny. She had been watching him closely and now she laughed aloud at the look of sheer joy and relief on his face. "Don't fret, Brecon, I'm far from finished with you," she intoned in a seductive voice. Brecon grinned before leaning over and planting a kiss on her exposed neck once more. He had fancied this woman for so long and now he was with her in didn't quite seem real. He half expected to find he had been day dreaming in class and would snap back to reality any time now, her standing behind her desk as she had been, and the End of Day Bell ringing out across the Campus. Instead, he noticed Jenny down shift as they approached a right hand turn off which led down to what he guessed was a cottage, obscured somewhat by the trees planted along the garden wall facing the road. The Mazda growled round the corner and crept down the gravelled path and in through the ironwork gates detailed with two rearing unicorns. As soon as Brecon laid eyes on the cottage properly, he instantly fell in love with it. It was in an L shape with the short part to the left, pointing towards the main road. It was constructed from a beautiful, pink stone and two thirds of the front wall was covered in climbing vines, dark in colour with blue flowers here and there. There was a small lawn out front and flower beds at the base of the garden wall. You couldn't see to the back as an oak fence separated the front garden from the rear at either side of the cottage. The front door was set in the centre of the long section and was in two halves, also looking to be made from solid oak, with gorgeous rose bushes carved into it. Off to the right, separate from the cottage, sat a car port made from the same pink stone and it too had creepers. Jenny drove the car slowly round the sweeping gravel drive, right up to the front door. As soon as the car stopped and she had cut the engine, the pair where locked at the lips, hands caressing each others shoulders. Before long though, Jenny pulled back from Brecon. "So, Brecon," she smiled, "What do you think of my humble home?" "It's beautiful," he exclaimed, taking another good look as they exited the vehicle, "I love it." Jenny smiled wider as she leant on the car, watching Brechin turn slowly round, taking everything in. "Come on then, Mr Storm," she said teasingly, moving to take his hand, "Let's get our sex streaked selves inside before anyone sees." Brecon grinned as he took her hand, knowing full well the nearest neighbour was the farm a quarter mile back up the road. He had seen this place many a time while out running but the trees always obscured it from the road. Seeing it up close was much better. He allowed himself to be lead to the front door. As Jenny let go to look in her bag for her keys, Brecon pressed himself against her from behind, encircling his arms around her, his lips locking onto her neck, his right hand her right breast and his left hand worked on her panty covered clit. Jenny gasped as she instinctively pushed her hips back into him and leant forward a little. She was having a hard time getting the key in the lock and resisting his attentions. At last it was in, she opened the door stepping inside, pulling them both through. As soon as they were in, she turned in his arms, forcing his hands onto her back and bum, slamming him against the door which closed it. Her mouth moved across his face, kissing every inch of it while her hands gripped and rubbed the contours of his smooth back. She wanted him again so badly, but she wanted to tease him first. She stepped back, breaking their embrace. He reached for her but she slapped his hand away playfully. Brecon merely grinned. "Right, we need to get these clothes off and into the wash as soon as," Brecon nodded, "Well, strip then!" She said, a little forcefully. Not needing to be told twice, Brecon pulled his top off and slipped out his boxers passing them both to her, standing naked and erect before her once more. Jenny just stood and stared for a little while, soaking in the site. "Your turn," Brecon said, breaking her reverie. Jenny shook herself, before turning smartly on her heel and disappearing through the door that lead into the small part of the L, carrying her bag which contained the rest of their clothes with her. She tossed his bag onto a sofa as she passed it. Brecon was a little surprised. He had imagined she would strip right there in front of him before going to find the washing machine. Oh well, naked or not he enjoyed the view as her ass swayed out of the room. He decided to take the time to examine the room. It was the living room obviously. In the corner to his left a 40" TV complete with cabinet, Blue-Ray Player, High-Fi, Sky+ Box and other mod-cons. Between it and the two oh so comfy looking green sofas was a walnut coffee table, standing about a foot and a half high. To his right, occupying most of the right hand wall was a set of oak banister stairs leading up to the bedroom no doubt. Bookcases, a chess table, a walnut bureau with a hi-tech PC perched on it and a few ornate standing lamps filled out the room. In the back wall, directly opposite the front door, there were two full length windows flanking a pair of glass and oak doors which lead out onto a patio and beyond it through the gauzy drapes Brecon thought he could make out a large pool. Before he could investigate further, Jenny reappeared through what he now guessed was probably the kitchen door. Brecon looked round and where his erection had been fading while alone, it instantly jumped to attention. She wasn't naked as he had hoped; instead she wore a silky white house-coat, which stopped just below her pelvic area, giving him brief glimpses as she walked toward him but this turned him on all the same. As she approached, he could see it was partially translucent in certain areas. This was obviously a garment designed to tease. She didn't stop when she reached him but simply took his hand and lead him to the stairs. They ascended, coming to a small landing with a single door. The door had her name carved into it and the unicorns again. She opened it and they passed into her bedroom, but she didn't give Brecon time to examine it but dragged him straight through the opposite door and into the next room. This turned out to be an en-suite, furnished with a pearlescent sink and toilet along the right hand wall, an 8 foot bath to their left and a 4 foot square shower room in the far left corner with a diagonally set door were the out stretching walls would have came together. The floor, tiles and walls were again made with the pink stone and the cabinets were oak topped. "Wow," he remarked. "Hmmm, I'm glad you like it." Jenny kissed him as she steered him to sit on the closed oak toilet seat where she knew he would have a great view. She turned then and crossed to the shower, slowly slipping off her robe as she went. She winked at him over her shoulder before pulling open the shower door and stepping in. She turned on the shower with her left hand, her right making sure the temperature was just so. She turned to face Brecon then, smiled and stepped back beneath the ceiling mounted showerhead. The already warm water cascaded across her tanned, limber form in thousands of individual rivers, moistening her heat tormented skin and causing her to moan softly, eyes closed, head back. Brecon was enjoying watching his new friend bathe. He watched as she ran her hands across her body, spreading the water to every inch of her, while biting her bottom lip at the sensations. It was more than enough to quicken his blood, and as she leant over to pick up a sponge and gel, his hand unconsciously went to his overly hard member. He began to stroke it in time to her movements with the sponge. Through half lidded eyes Jenny watched him excite himself as she purposely soaped herself up in all the right places, beginning with her breasts. She ran the sponge around and round her apple bosom, taking care not to touch her nipples just yet. When his mouth began to hang open she gently played one edge of the sponge across her right nipple while she squeezed and pulled at her left. The thrill of being watched while pleasuring herself always excited Jenny more than when she did it alone and this time, the watcher being Brecon seemed to have an even greater effect. She couldn't remember when her nipples had been this hard before or how sensitive her skin was. Brecon's hand slipped faster up and down his eight inch length as Jenny's movements increased in speed. He watched the sponge descend to her stomach and then beyond, caressing her womanhood with its soapy surface. He immediately saw a change in Jenny; she arched her back a little more and dropped her chin to her chest, panting as the rough sponge made its way up and down her sensitive slit. He watched as her other hand stopped playing with her nipples and instead groped whole heartedly at her breasts, squeezing and massaging them. His eyes widened and his mouth went dry when he saw the sponge hit the shower floor with a satisfying splosh and her now freed fingers delved beneath her lips and into that inner place. The steam from the shower was fogging up the glass and Brecon was losing sight of Jenny. He was growing cold sitting by himself on the toilet anyway, so he quickly stood and moved to the door, yanking it open. Jenny stood, her fingers a blur in her pussy and her head thrown back as she groaned and cried out. At the sound of the door being opened she looked at Brecon. She was so horny and needing him she couldn't speak but she knew he could tell what she wanted. She watched as he stepped into the shower. Not bothering to close the door, Brecon simply scooped her into his arms, his fingers replacing hers as she wrapped her arms around him, their lips locked together in a crushing kiss. He worked her for only a few moments before she came, hard, and collapsed against him, her whole body trembling with the effort just to remain upright. Before she could recover though, she felt something hard and wet push against her entrance, before sliding easily inside. Brecon slid into her until their pelvises met before beginning to pump hard and fast, not caring that Jenny may not be able to take it in her state. In fact, she was so sensitive from her extreme orgasm, that she couldn't bear it yet she would never tell him to stop. She wanted him in her and that was all that mattered. It took less than a minute for a second wave to crash over her. This time her knees really did give out but he appeared to have been expecting this. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, moving forward so as balance her against the shower wall. The shock of the cold tiles against her hot skin only succeeded in heightening her orgasm into a third volley, and she dug her nails deep into his back, knowing she had drawn blood but not caring. The sharp pain from her nails biting into his back only spared Brecon on. His shaft seemed to fit her pussy perfectly, as if it were built for it. He took up a swift stroke within her, pulling out quickly just to slam back up her dripping entrance. After a minute or so of listening to her moan and continuing to ravage her pussy, he could feel himself getting close. He couldn't understand it, he was usually able to last for half an hour or more, but Jenny was just so beautiful, and her body felt so good against his he was turned on to such a degree as he never had been before. Before he could cum though, he stopped. Jenny, when she finally noticed, looked down at him in confusion. He merely smiled and kissed her as he let her down, sliding out of her. Just as she began to speak, he spun her round, crouching slightly to gain better access to her womanhood from behind. Simultaneously, he slid his hands round her and took hold of a breast in each hand, pulling her back against his chest. As he resumed his former rhythm in this new position, Jenny put her arms up and behind herself, wrapping them around his neck while he nuzzled and kissed her neck. She began to gasp and moan once more as the build up to an orgasm began anew. She writhered in his embrace and humped against him as best she could, trying to heighten her pleasure all the more. Brecon couldn't last much longer. He started to slam his cock up into her so hard, he lifted her off her feet as he straightened his legs, causing Jenny to be almost suspended just on his cock alone with barely the very tip of her toes for stability. He felt her pussy contract and squeeze at his man hood and knew she was about to cum once more. Just the thought pushed him over the threshold and he let out a strained cry as he rammed deep into Jenny, not caring this time about being inside her. The feeling of the hot cum plastering her insides brought forth Jenny's own orgasm, a tidal wave of pleasure rolling through her suddenly stiff body, before she flopped once more in his arms as quantity after quantity of her sweet juices gushed around his member and seeped out past it to stain her legs and his balls. As they both came down from their joint explosion, Brecon removed his dick from her inner place, but continued to hold her to him. Jenny enjoyed being held for a little while, then she turned in his arms so she could look into his eyes, those eyes in which she could lose herself. He was smiling his hesitant smile once more, the one she loved so much. She smiled back and then they kissed, one long, passionate, loving moment of happiness. When the kiss broke, she stepped back from him, holding now only his hands. "Well, so much for the shower to get rid of sex," she said with a big grin. Brecon merely laughed and hugged her to him. "You had yours before you started playing with yourself, but I guess we both needing scrubbing." Brecon stooped to acquire the shower gel. Ignoring the abandoned sponge, he squirted the stuff directly into his hands, wanting nothing between his flesh and hers. He rubbed his hands together to start a lathe and then began to rub it into her shoulders and arms, taking his time making sure to get every bit. After that, he had her turn round and massaged the stuff into her back, slowly working his way down till his hands found her perfect ass. Here he spent a good couple of minutes 'lathering' her trim cheeks. After a quick refill, he moved onto her front, beginning where else but her double D breasts, both at the same time, pushing, squeezing or simply stroking the suds across the expanse of soft but firm skin and her perky nipples; Jenny moaned at this. Finally, his hands moved lower, acknowledging her flat stomach but aiming for something else. Autumn Term Tales - Episode 02 When he reached her mound, Jenny groaned and put her hands on his shoulders for support; she was still quite sensitive and even the rubbing on her outer lips was weakening her knees. Under the pretence of washing her, his by now soapless fingers explored every nook and cranny of her vagina. After a few minutes of finger fucking her and listening to the wonderful noises it created, he withdrew his hands and stepped from under the water so she could stand under instead and rinse off. "My turn now," Jenny said, grabbing the bottle from him. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?" Brecon joked. Jenny grinned slyly, answering by lathering up her own hands and starting on him as he had on her. She massaged his shoulders, traced her way down his arms, probing his musculature and shivering, despite the hot water, at how strong they felt. Next, she turned him about and felt her way across his firm back, then descended slowly to his fine ass were she took hold of handfuls of flesh and kneaded them, revelling in how good it felt. Now for what she had been waiting for. He turned back to face her, a knowing smile on his face. She mirrored his grin as she refilled her hands and rubbed them into his decent chest. As she had noted before, he was not overly muscular, but he still had a great body, with a just visible six pack she was now having fun sudding up while her fingers traced the outlines. Her hands dropped lower and she noticed him close his eyes. When they reached his cock she found it to be fully erect once more. 'Wow,' she thought, 'does it ever stay limp for long?' She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and began to tease him with a slow beating, her other hand caressing his balls. She heard him moan and felt him quiver at her touch. She knew that they both knew the 'washing of each other' had nothing to do with hygiene, it had simply been a sexy way to finish off there shower, but she liked the unspoken game they were playing. She also could tell he wouldn't have the energy to cum again till later, so this hand job she was administering was purely for pleasure. After a few more strokes, she let go and allowed him to rinse off before they held each other beneath the water in one last kiss before Jenny shut off the shower and they got out. Brecon moved to take a towel off the rail beside the shower. He turned to offer it too Jenny, but she already donned the translucent garb she had discarded before the shower. It was still rather warm in the house from the day's baking by the sun so Jenny wanted to dry off naturally, keeping her skin damp for now. Also, she knew from the wetness of her undried body the gown would now be practically see-through and she loved teasing Brecon. She smiled when his jaw dropped, and motioned for him to follow her with a single finger, before leaving the room, swaying her hips more than usual to add to the teasing. Brecon gulped before quickly wrapping the towel around his lower half, covering his twitching cock before it got any ideas. He was exhausted but in that happy way were you know it's because you've had a great time doing whatever exhausted you. He almost ran to catch up with her, admiring greatly the fact that the gown did nothing to hide her ass and tanned back. He was concentrating so much on the sway of her hips and the view of her behind that he once again didn't notice anything about the bedroom and simply followed her downstairs. She led him through the lounge and into the kitchen, which he had yet to see. It was a long room, occupying the short part of the L of the cottage. It had white wash walls and pale green, slate floor tiles about a foot square which were refreshingly cool to his hot feet. Along the far wall ran a series of low and high cupboards all made from polished oak, with more of the same unicorn and floral designs carved into them, separated in the middle of the wall by an impressive charcoal grey, four oven Aga with a stainless steel extraction fan above it and smoky grey tiles in a check pattern behind it as a slash back. The work surfaces were black granite with silvery flecks and the sink was one of those deep marble troths. Opposite the Aga, on the wall with the door to the living room was a granite topped breakfast bar, complete with all the necessary condiments and oak stools with leather seats. On the left hand wall from the door, another door led into a smaller room, which Brecon assumed was a utility space as from it he could hear the rumble of the washing machine. To the right of were Brecon stood the wall included another set of glass doors leading out into the garden, but he couldn't see much of it from here. All this he took in, in just a few short moments before his attention returned to his beautiful Science Teacher. She had moved to the tall cupboard at the other end of the room from him, and opened the bottom half, revealing it to be a built in freezer, so obviously the top half would be the fridge. He watched as she bent over just at the waist, spreading her feet slightly, until her top half was horizontal and the already short gown shimmied up her cheeks, leaving her rear in plain view along with her pussy lips. Brecon licked his suddenly dry lips. Just that little display had his cock growing again beneath the towel; he knew she was standing like that on purpose. After a short rummage, Jenny found what she had been looking for and straightened up, closing the freezer and walking towards the Aga. "Frozen pizza ok?" She asked him, indicating the box in her hand. "Anything will do so long as I'm with you." Jenny smiled as she stood beside her Aga, regarding him as he leaned in the door way. She was still a little unbelieving of what had transpired, how quickly it had happened and yet how at ease they both were, as if they'd been doing this for years. She turned, sorted the pizza ready for cooking then flipped open the baking oven and slid the food inside before closing. She turned back to face him, leaning against the counter beside the Aga. He was still leaning in the doorway, watching her, admiring her body with his eyes. She liked it. She liked it more than she had ever done with anyone before now. He didn't seem to just be drooling over her looks, more like he was appreciating her for her. She in turn was admiring him. She had admired his body from afar before now, such as at the College swimming events and the like, but this was different; he was different. This was no longer the Brecon of her fantasies, nor Brecon the student; this was Brecon, her lover. She held out a hand towards him and he moved to her, taking it in his. Each of their other hands found the others' back and began caressing softly while their eyes closed and their lips met in soft, slow, sensual kisses. They remained like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying holding and kissing each other. When they stopped, Brecon tucked her against him, resting her head against his chest. "Jenny?" he spoke softly. "Hmmm?" "How are we going to work this between us? I can tell this is more than a one night stand and teachers can't date students." He leaned back a bit so they could look at each other. She smiled and kissed his shoulder. "We do it cautiously," she kissed his neck, "carefully," she kissed his cheek, "and sexily," her lips met his, "No-one will find out unless we make it obvious. We just need to remain normal in College and be careful where we go together. It'll have to work, because I'm not letting you go, not after waiting so long to get you." Her words and tone reassured Brecon. Then it was his turn to grin. "So, just how long have you been waiting?" "Since the day you started at the College and from the moment I met you." Brecon smiled even wider and they kissed again. Jenny then had him go and fetch plates and the pizza cutter from the cupboard and drawer she indicated while she checked the pizza for readiness. It was perfect so she took it out and laid it on a chopping board to cut then portioned it out equally across the two plates. After that the pair left the kitchen for the living room, moving to sit on the big sofa in front of the TV. They did not, however, watch it. Instead they sat and ate while they talked together. It was the normal boring stuff people usually talk about when they want to know more about each other; favourite colours, films, TV shows, what kind of food you like, are you a dog or a cat person, what sports do you watch, etc, etc. To anyone observing, it would have appeared as if they were simply old friends who had not seen each other in a long time catching up on everything they had missed in the other's life. Soon the pizza was finished but they continued to talk. Brecon told Jenny about his life growing up on the other side of the country with his late parents; she told of her upbringing and explained how her father was a famous carpenter and building contractor on this side of the country, hence the cottage's uniqueness. They talked about many things for another half hour or so before the conversation came to a natural end. By now it was close to Seven O'clock and they were cuddled up on the couch, Brecon half lying on it and Jenny lying on him, her head resting on his chest, her right arm tucked behind him, the left tracing slow circles across his bare pecks. Brecon was beginning to feel the stirrings of his loins once more. He wasn't sex mad and he knew he had had her twice in just a few short hours but she was just so beautiful he couldn't help feeling horny. He wanted her again and he doubted she would mind; her hand was slowly making its way down towards his towel. He suddenly had an idea of how to get her in the mood. "You know, Jenny," he began, looking down at her as she gazed up at him, "what we did tonight reminds me of a tale I once heard about a young school boy who had a thing for his teacher." Jenny smiled with a knowing look in her eye. "The boy knew his teacher hated to see children cry so he hatched a plan. He stayed behind at the end of school one day and said to her 'Miss, can I walk you home tonight?' and she says 'No Bobby, you must go home'. 'But I'll cry,' he says so she relents and he walks with her to her house. 'Go home now, Bobby', but Booby wants to see inside and threatens to cry if she wont let him. So in they both go. 'You've seen inside now go home, I'm going out tonight and need a shower, I don't have time for you'. 'I want milk and cookies or I'll cry'. So she leaves him in the kitchen with milk and cookies and goes upstairs. He waits till he hears the shower, then he strips in the kitchen before tiptoeing upstairs. He knocks on the bathroom door, 'Miss, I need the toilet'. After a pause she replies 'Ok but be quick'. He goes in and the shower curtain is closed. He crosses to the bath and steps in behind the curtain. 'Bobby! What are you doing?' she screams, covering herself. 'I want to join you, Miss'. 'No Bobby!' but he begins to cry. 'Alright,' she says, 'Just stand there and do nothing. She turns away and he says 'Can I put my finger in your hole, Miss?'. She adamantly refuses but he cries for all he's worth and it's not long before she breaks down. She turns away again and spreads her ass saying 'Ok but just for a few seconds'. She feels his finger push up into her vagina then she says 'that's enough now take out your finger'. But then he leans against her and grabs a tit in each hand and she begins to realise what's going on. Then he whispers, 'That's not my finger, it's my cock!' and she screams as he pumps her from behind." Just as Brecon finished speaking, Jenny's lips found his and her hand found his cock beneath the towel. His right free hand pulled the tie on her gown and pulled it off her shoulders. She let go of his cock to flip the towel open and remove her gown. Then they were suddenly linked once more at the face and hips, as she began to grind him inside her pussy. Brecon was enjoying the pleasure she was creating in him but after a minute or so he could see Jenny was uncomfortable from the awkward position they where in on the edge of the sofa. So Brecon took hold of her shoulders so as to stop her bouncing and helped her up. Jenny looked upset but then she watched him sweep the magazines and their plates off of the coffee table and cover it with his towel. She giggled and clung to him as he picked her up in his arms, kissing her, before gently laying her along the tabletop. She had never had sex on her own coffee table before now but had done so on several others, but there hadn't been a towel or any cover on them, so she had sometimes ended up with friction burns on her shoulders and bum cheeks. At a foot tall, the table was just the right height for Brecon to kneel perfectly between Jenny's legs. As his cock slipped into her pussy for the umpteenth time that evening, she sighed long and deep. In this new position, his cock was pulled down from its natural resting angle and so it pressed against the roof of her innards as it strained to return to normal. He began slowly, drawing the head back and forth across her sensitive roof and Jenny moaned, the acute pleasure almost too much. She loved this position and wanted it to last this time round. As he fell into a steady yet still calm rhythm she guessed he did too. The feeling of his large member sliding in and out at such a reduced speed was murder for her as she usually liked it hard and fast, but this only proved to turn her on just as much as she loved to be teased. She was moaning none stop now and her juices were free flowing, coating him and herself as well as the towel beneath them and possibly the floor too. Guiltily, she found she was just starting to tire of it when he changed tactics. Suddenly, for a little under ten seconds, he pumped into her as hard and fast as possible, making her gasp at the sudden change in pressure and feeling, before slowing once more for a half minute, then another bout of speed. Brecon kept this up, fast then slow then fast again, grinning all the while as he watched this sexy woman writher on the end of his cock and grip the sides of the table for all she was worth. He could by now tell when she was starting to build towards an orgasm so he began to shorten the time between the bursts of speed. Jenny responded in kind, humping at his cock more frequently. Brecon had just felt the start of his own build up when they both froze, their faces turned to his bag on the couch. Emanating from within was the unmistakable sound of his ringtone. Brecon looked at Jenny and she nodded before reaching for his bag and passing it across to him. He quickly rummaged through his backpack and pulled out his iPhone. It was HOME calling. He told her that he would have to take this and went to pull out, but Jenny had a naughty idea. She wrapped her legs around him and held him in place. He gave her a questioning look but she smiled seductively and he got her idea. So, still with his cock buried deep inside his teacher, and slowly pumping in and out, he answered his mobile. "Hello?" *Hey Brecon, where the fuck are you?* came the female voice at the other end. 'Where the FUCK indeed,' he thought to himself as he and Jenny exchanged naughty smiles. "Hi, Faun. Erm, I missed the bus home, so I'm at Ewan's. I got detention but I'll explain tomorrow." *No, you can't explain tomorrow, Mum's running me up to Uni, remember? You ... why do you sound out of breath?* 'Crap, think fast.' "We're playing the Xbox and it's getting intense that's all," he said as he quickened his pace inside Jenny, who he could see was struggling to keep a straight face and also keep herself from moaning aloud. *You're breathing really heavily ... you sure you're at Ewan's?* "Where else would I be?" *I don't know but it just sounds like ... What was that?* Jenny had been unable to hold it in any longer and had let out a small squeal. It was not surprising as Brecon was pumping her as hard as he could now and she was on the build up once more. "His sister playing in the other room. Look what did you want I'm in the middle of a game here?" *Yeh, sure it was. Whatever, Mum just wanted me to remind you, you need to be back here early tomorrow to deal with Jinx. Teena aint goin' to be home till much later cause she's at a party and you know she'll be hung-over, so someone needs to watch the dog.* "I'll be there," he grunted, as he was almost ready to explode. *Good. Well, enjoy your 'game'* As soon as he hung up they both let out long, loud moans, each cumming at the same time. Knowing they were fucking while Brecon talked so casually with his cousin had turned them both on so much they didn't care that it hadn't lasted long again. Brecon was bent over, lying on Jenny's stomach as they both came down from their highs. They were also laughing at the situation. Brecon pulled out and helped Jenny up, pulling her into a tight embrace and kiss. When it broke, they stood looking at each other for a while before Jenny looked down at herself. "I think we need another shower," she giggled. "Let's go then," he replied. While Jenny quickly took the towel and gown through to the utility room, Brecon texted Ewan that if anyone asked, Brecon was at his and was spending the night there. He didn't need to wait for a reply. He and Ewan had been lying for each other since they were young. He'd met Ewan when he used to stay with his cousins for a few weeks each summer. Ewan had been happy to hear Brecon was going to be around permanently now and at the same College. Jenny was suddenly back and took his hand, leading him upstairs again. They showered, each washing the other but in a none sensual way this time, too exhausted to play. Afterward, they dried each other off. It was now only just after Eight, but they were both so tired from their amazing evening, sleep was foremost on their minds. They left the bathroom for the bedroom and only now did Brecon really examine it. In the middle of the back wall was a Queen Size bed with deep red quilts, pillows, a cream mattress cover and unicorns carved into the head and tail boards. Above the head, more gauzy drapes covered the oak framed windows. Across from the bed sat a set of oak drawers. Beside the door to the stairs stood a heavily carved, oak armoire, opposite which was an ornate oak dressing table and chair, with at least a 40" mirror. The carpet was deep shag and red to match the bed. Seeing his appreciative smile, Jenny kissed him. "Welcome to my love nest," she said in her silkiest voice which he so enjoyed. She pulled him towards the bed. They slid in beneath the covers and lay side by side, kissing and caressing each others naked forms for minutes on end. When their kissathon was interrupted by the first yawnings, they called it a night. Brecon rolled onto his back and she snuggled against his side, her head on his chest, a leg draped across his, her breasts pressed snugly against his stomach. "Good night lover," she whispered, already half asleep. "Good night, my new friend," he joked sleepily. The next morning, the pair were still exhausted even after such a good nights sleep. They woke around Sevenish but remained in bed, not moving, simply enjoying each others company for a while longer before they knew they would have to part. As he had nothing to wear yet, a naked Brecon followed a silk Housecoat clad Jenny downstairs to the kitchen. While she fixed them a fry-up breakfast, he moved their clothes from the washer to the dryer so that they would be done in time for him to go home in them. After eating breakfast at the bar, they moved to the living room, where they lay on the sofa, he on the bottom, and she on top. Her gown was open and covered the pair and her soft hair encircled his charming face, sealing them in their own private world of kisses and soft caresses for a half hour or more, before the dryer pinged that it was ready. It was with some sadness that they dressed and Brecon made sure he had everything he should. They moved silently to the car, both wishing he could stay longer and knowing he couldn't. Autumn Term Tales - Episode 02 The car trip only took five minutes, and they passed it in silence. Jenny parked the car a half mile from his Aunt's as Brecon instructed. They turned to each other then. Both looked into each others eyes and smiled. They were realising of course that this was not the end, merely the beginning. They kissed, long and passionately. "Well, I expect to see you bright and early Monday morning, Mr Storm," Jenny said with a wicked grin. "I shall be there very early, Miss Montana," he mirrored her knowing smile. They kissed once more and then he got out of the car. He waved to her as he began the walk to his Aunt's. Jenny sat and watched his sexy form until it disappeared round a bend, before turning her car around and heading home. She was already thinking of just what she and Brecon might get up to early Monday Morning. Autumn Term Tales - Episode 03 NOTE: To previous readers of the series, two minor changes have been made to two names. As both names are mentioned only once or twice before the changes are not story altering but could cause confusion hence this note. Teena Crescent is now called Tanya Crescent and Cloe Brook is now called Cloe Garcia. As I said only their names have featured so far so I hope this does not effect anyones reading pleasure. Thank You. * Tanya Crescent is 18 years old and at five foot three she is a pretty little thing. She keeps her raven hair cut a little above the neck line and usually leaves it free hanging on either side. Her bright blue eyes and peachy skin tone match well her prim nose and small mouth which almost always has a smile on it. She is not overly slim but she has curves in all the right places, small but obvious B cup breasts along with shapely legs. She has that air of innocence around her that drives boys wild and she knows it; she uses it to her advantage to get what she wants but without being slutty. At school she had a modest group of friends and though not exactly in the popular crowd, they were a long way from being the rejects. She was the type of girl every boy wanted but could not have. There had been a number of boys who had tried to win her affections but none had succeeded. At the time she was more interested in her studies. She was polite and helpful, and did not annoy her teachers, simply enjoying her time at school and getting a good education. After graduating, during the summer between school and college, she went with her friends to France for a month and came back not only tanned, but also rather enlightened in the exciting world of sex. It marked the beginning of a new Tanya; gone would be the innocent and studious Tanya; now was the time for boys and fun. For teachers and parents, college was where boys and girls went to learn how to be men and women. Tanya agreed in part with this; her view was that it was where boys and girls became men and women. To her newly sexually-active self, college was nothing more than a feeding ground. Oh she promised herself her grades would be unaffected but who said she could not have fun all the while? But Tanya had to admit, there was one guy she had had feelings for throughout the years, even when she was not interested in boys. The worrying part was that it was her cousin, Brecon Storm. She had not been sure herself if this was the case having not experienced feelings like this about anyone else up till now, but since her trip to France and having experienced similar feelings for the boys she met on holiday, she had put two and two together. She had always known that she enjoyed spending summers with him, either at her own home or his parent's home on the other coast while they were growing up. She had always looked forward to him coming more than her other relatives and she would do anything he asked and never complained about him. Now she knew why and thought it was probably the reason she had never given much attention to other boys during high school. As fate would have it, Brecon's parents had been killed in a car crash over a year ago and, unable to support himself at the time, he had moved in with her, her sister Faun and their mother Loren, which meant she got to see him more often than ever. She had enjoyed this before her French trip but when she got back and knew how she really felt about him, she had found it hard living together and not knowing what to do about it. To complicate matters, he had started the year before at the college Tanya now attended, so she could not even escape him there. She knew if things kept up like this she would have to do something, but what? It was September, Sunday the 14th at 5.30am. Tanya lay awake in her room. Everything was still around her and so quiet she could here the clock tick-tocking away to itself in the kitchen below her room. She had only just woke, no alarm needed as she had developed this routine over a number of months now. She slipped noiselessly from the bed, the silky duvet falling away to reveal the fact that she slept naked. She stretched, arching her back, tippy-toed as she reached toward the ceiling. Next she bent, supple legs straight and touched her toes. Feeling relaxed and completely awake now, she turned to her dresser, plucked a pair of panties from the slightly open draw and slipped into them. Next she donned a t-shirt lying on the chair next to the door. The cool fabric rubbed her sensitive nipples, already hard from the morning chill, stirring something between her legs. She took a deep breath and cracked open her door. Sticking her head out onto the landing, she checked for noise. There was none meaning no-one else was up yet. She slid silently along the wall, avoiding the boards that creaked, past the bathroom and round the corner and along to his room. Listening carefully at the door and hearing nothing, she slowly twisted the well oiled handle and pushed the door open just enough for her to view the bed. Brecon lay sprawled across it, the light duvet wrapped around his midriff and feet but leaving his upper body and legs exposed. Tanya stifled a giggle, lest she wake him; she always found him in the weirdest positions. At times they prevented what she was up to but that didn't matter; she also enjoyed watching him sleep. She moved into the room, leaving the door open in case she needed to make a quick exit. She tip-toed to the bed and crouched down beside him. He looked so peaceful in sleep, unlike the slight but persistent mope he adopted when awake, like he was eternally preoccupied by something sad. Tanya knew it was to do with his parents. She lent across him, her chest almost touching his stomach as she took hold of, then peeled back part of the duvet. She had not been surprised, when first she started doing this, that he also slept naked; a lot of guys supposedly do. Now before her, his already hard cock was on show. She knew it was only morning wood but she liked to think it was her actions that caused such a display each morning. She had recently came to the conclusion that a guy's penis was not the ugly monster kept tucked away as a lot of girls she knew thought of it, but a beautiful instrument of pleasure. She liked how soft the skin was, its curves and the general shape of the thing, and she loved how hard they felt erect and the many ways in which one could be used to pleasure a girl like her. An added bonus about Brecon was that he kept his clean shaven; she didn't like guys with exceptionally hairy packages. She lent forward once again, bringing her head almost in contact with it. She breathed gently on the very tip and grinned as it twitched and Brecon let out a soft sigh. She brushed her dry lips on the sensitive head, barely touching it and was rewarded with a jump and a louder moan. She dare not do anything more at this point for fear of waking him, but someday, somehow, she would taste his cock properly and she knew she would love it. Moving further up his body, still making no contact, she rested her lips briefly against his before silently leaving the room. Ten minutes later she lay in bed, naked once more, and listened as his alarm went off. 6am, the same every morning. After the alarm was shut off, she heard him stumble about his room, opening and closing draws as he dressed. She could tell he was trying to be quiet and found it amusing that he was less than succeeding. His door opened and closed, then he was away down the stairs and out the front door. She knew he was off for his morning run and wouldn't be back for an hour or more. Beneath the duvet, already wet fingers once again found her entrance and went beyond and she worked herself to thoughts of how he must look. She saw his muscular legs pumping back and forth as he pounded the road, saw his chest heave as he concentrated in putting his all into what he was doing, saw him work hard so he would coat his toned body in sweet tasting sweat that she would love to lick from him. She took the image and translated it to him in bed with her, pounding her instead of the road and came for the third time since returning to her room, the juices joining the steadily growing wet patch between her sheets. She fell asleep, exhausted, her fingers still at her dripping pussy. Tanya woke but kept her eyes shut and smiled, warm and not quite ready to get up yet. She felt fuzzy all over and she liked it. It took her a second to work out why; ah, of course, she was still buzzing from earlier. The memories widened her smile into a grin and she rolled onto her side, curling up tight as she thought of him pounding her again. It sent shivers down her spine. She would have to have him soon, she decided. It was getting unbearable; at first she had only been his voyeur once or twice a week, but now she had to see him -- see it -- everyday. She had even started finding ways to see him during the day while he was awake. She finally opened her eyes as the images of Brecon's naked form dissolved and she gained full consciousness. She flung back the covers and crossed to her dresser in one fluid motion. She plucked fresh panties from the draw -- the others had been soaked by the time she got back to her room -- and pulled them on. She regarded herself in the full length mirror. Her well proportioned if a little rounded body gave her no end of pleasure; she knew by now just how to use every aspect of it to her advantage. And she planned to do so with Brecon today. Grabbing her woollen housecoat off the back of her door, Tanya left her bedroom and headed left along the landing to the spiral staircase that would take her into the rear of the house. When she reached the bottom she glided along the corridor to the kitchen. As she entered she stopped, surprised. The place was deserted; Brecon would usually be home about now, eating breakfast. She knew her mother, Loren, would not be back till Tuesday as she was visiting with a friend up near the university she had driven Faun to yesterday, but for Ewan not to be back from his run by now was weird. The whole place was black granite, stainless steel and scratchproof glass, filled with all the latest modern appliances and kitchen accessories. Tanya always thought it was far too space-age but that was her mother's taste; the rest of the house, save bathroom and bedrooms, was the same. The house still retained its original features like fireplaces and ceiling beams but even those had been stained to match. 'Well, it's almost space-age,' she smiled to herself as she caught site of Jinx in her tattered, plastic dog-bed in the far corner from Tanya. The dog had noticed Tanya too and, after a good stretch, padded over, looking for attention. Teena bent at the waist reaching out a hand to scratch Jinx's ear but the sizable Border Collie ignored it, instead passing beneath the hand and shoving her nose into Tanya's crotch within the open housecoat. Tanya had left it open on purpose, hoping to march into the kitchen and give Brecon an eyeful, before covering up, playing the innocent 'didn't know you were here' act. It would have got his attention. Now she regretted that decision. The dog took several long sniffs and then began to nuzzle Tanya's panties. Tanya's breath caught for two reasons; first that the great, wet nose was exceedingly cold and second because of just what it was rubbing against. The whole incident took only the time it takes to cough but Tanya was caught off guard. As soon as she realised, she turned Jinx's head aside. She found it disconcerting that the dog always knew when she had been pleasuring herself. Straightening, she quickly tied her robe and moved to the double sliding doors on her right, opening them onto their acre of land that served as both back-garden, overgrown wilderness and exercise area. Jinx took off immediately after a distant rabbit but Tanya stopped at the edge of the patio. Usually if not in the house, Brecon was out here, but not today. It was mysterious but she would get it from him when he got in anyhow; she was good at that. With a satisfied smile, Tanya nodded to herself before going back in. Tanya spent a couple of hours filling her time with household chores and meaningless channel surfing in the lounge. She planned to stay there till Brecon came in so she could catch him; the forward stairs and the rest of the house could only be accessed via the lounge. She was going over how she would act and what she would say when she heard Jinx barking aggressively out back. A male voice answered and the dog's tone changed to happy. 'Curse it all, he must be coming in the back!' she thought. She leapt from the couch and strode quickly to the kitchen, hoping to be first there, but Brecon was already getting a bowl out of the appropriate top-cupboard. He was topless and had his back to her. She could see his exposed skin was glistening with sweat, even though the towel and t-shirt by the door were obviously drenched. He turned then but her eyes did not leave his torso. "Oh, good mornin', Tanya," he said, a little surprised as he had not heard her approach. Tanya stirred from the images of running her tongue across his body and met his eyes. "Hmm? Oh, Brecon. Yeah hi," she managed to say. "Actually," he chuckled as he moved to sit at the breakfast bar, "I said good mornin' but I guess hi will do." "What?" Tanya was still a little confused. "Never mind," he shook his head as he reached for the cereal boxes. Finding the one he wanted he opened the work top fridge they kept the milk in and fished out the blue lidded kind. How the women could drink the green one he did not know. They were so against full fat he had to buy his own. Still, at least he knew there would always be milk when he needed it, not having to share and all that implied. He drowned his cereal and began to eat. Looking round suddenly he found that Tanya was still standing in the doorway. Now she looked like she was staring into space, though. "Hey, cuz, you gonna just stand there all day?" For the second time, Tanya was disturbed from her planning of how to get him in bed. She shook her head and came and sat opposite him. "Sooo?" she asked as she slid onto the stool. "So?" "Where've you been? You're back late." "Oh, I was just at ... ," Brecon caught himself. He had been about to say 'Jenny's'. Knowing that she knew none of his friends were called Jenny, that reply would have led to far too much probing from Tanya and he did not want that out yet. In fact he did not think it should be out at all, especially not to someone else who went to the same college. He quickly thought of somewhere else to say. "Just at where?" Tanya asked when he did not continue. "Just at the river," Brecon stared her straight in the eyes as he said it. "You ran all the way to the river?" Tanya's expression was sceptical. "Yeah, that's why I'm late, had to sit down for awhile and get my breath back before I could head home." The river was at least two miles away so it seemed plausible to him but Tanya still seemed doubtful. "Why the river? You don't usually run to the river." "Yeah, well, today I did," he said, a little peeved now. "But why?" "Jeez, Tanya, just let it go, aright!?" He replied heatedly, "You asked where I was so I told you, ok!?" Tanya nodded slowly, regretting that she had annoyed him. Brecon sighed; he did not like fighting with her. He tried to get her back onside by changing the subject. "So, cuz, what you up to today?" He asked. "Fuck all," Tanya replied, leaning back in her seat, letting the gown slip open a little, enough to show she had no top on. She had recovered quickly, simply looking bored now he noted. "Same, though I do need a shower first," he said as he went back to his cereal. Tanya was disappointed that he appeared not to have noticed. She slumped a little, but took comfort in the mention of a shower as it provided an opportunity. "Well when you're done, leave it running, I need one too," she said, laying the bait. "Why? I'll be using the one in my en-suite so you can get one at the same time in the main bathroom." She looked away, her neck flushing. She felt so stupid, having forgotten for a moment; Loren had given Brecon her room when he moved in so the 'Man of the House', as she called him at times, had his privacy and the three women shared the bathroom on the landing. They even had a downstairs toilet for guests. Tanya was running out of ideas and almost missed the fact that he had got up. She looked round but he was only at the sink, rinsing his dish. He moved to leave the room and she pouted. The look disappeared quickly when he turned back toward her. "Bring Jinx in will you, she's barking like mad," he turned to leave. Over his shoulder he said, "Oh and if you're not gonna dress properly, don't come near me when you get the cold." Tanya brightened a little. She had not noticed Jinx's barking but at least he had noticed her absent top. It did not sound like he was interested yet but it was a start. She went to call for Jinx and after the dog was in, she crept through the lounge to the front stairs. His room occupied the front of the house and she listened for noise from his bathroom. When she heard the door creak open, up she went, silently, ghost like. His bedroom door was shut as she reached the landing but a quick flick of the wrist had it open without a sound. She waited a moment, expecting to hear him call 'who's there?' but no alarm sounded. She cracked the door open and looked in. He was not in the room and steam was drifting out of the partially open en-suite door. Sliding into the room, like earlier that morning she left his door open and tiptoed across the floor. She stopped at the door and looked through the gap. Even with the air vent on and the window open she knew the shower created too much steam, especially at the 'turn skin bright red' heat he liked it at, hence the open door. It provided the perfect view of the shower from where she stood; part side on, part behind, giving her a great view of his profile but at the same time his firm butt cheeks. If not for the steam Brecon would have seen her straight away but it had clouded the mirror above the sink to the point were nothing was discernable. She knew from experience he always faced into the water, except to rinse his hair but he invariably had his eyes closed at the time. Right now he was lathering up his back in that awkward way you have to but it did stretch his back muscles in ways that made them ripple beneath his skin, making Tanya sigh with longing. Slowly, her hand slipped under her robe and pulled her panties down enough to allow her fingers access to her pussy. Two fingers slid in straight away and she fucked herself slowly as she watched him now lather his ass cheeks, watched him run his fingers across his butt wishing it were her hands there instead. Just then, he rinsed off, dipping under the water and letting it stream in rivers down his hot, toned body. Tanya gasped aloud, knowing he could not hear her thanks to the shower; her fingers were moving faster now. After shaking the water from his head, Brecon bent to pick up the shower gel, awarding his secret audience a full view of him from behind, his legs spread just enough to reveal the silhouette of his penis between them, half erect from the heat. He straightened, resuming his former position and squeezed a generous amount of the gel into his right hand. Tanya knew what was coming next and her other hand automatically dropped to her groin from the breast it had been tormenting. Her finger tips found her clitoris just as his hand wrapped around his shaft. She could not actually see it from here but she could tell by the way his arm was crooked and the movements it began to make. As he slowly began to massage the gel up and down his length, stroking it to fullness, she began to rub her clit at the exact same speed, matching him move for move. Autumn Term Tales - Episode 03 Brecon was remembering how he had pounded Jenny earlier at her home. He had arrived unannounced but not unwelcomed. They had not even bothered going upstairs. She had been wearing only a housecoat, similar to the one Tanya had been wearing so openly; the unbidden thought arose before he could stop it. He pushed it aside and returned to Jenny. He had pulled her to him, kissed her roughly, then spun her round, bent her over the back of her armchair, pushed down his pants and pounded her pussy till she screamed his name in ecstasy. He had been meaning to leave it at that, so as to get back without raising suspicions about where he had been from Tanya and Aunt Loren but then he had remembered she would not be home and Tanya would not care. But Tanya had cared, his mind said. Annoyed once again at the interruption, he quashed the thought. He wondered why his mind kept coming back to Tanya, it did not usually. Probably because she was the last person he interacted with so she would be first on his mind, his mind answered. Whatever, he was still stoking his pipe and his thoughts quickly returned to the further hour or more of love making and cuddling they had done before he had decided he really must go. He kept playing the scenes over and over in his mind, including the other night, as he pumped faster and faster. He reached that point were he had to steady himself, leaning forward with one hand pressed against the wall, his elbow locked and water cascading over him. He could not see but that did not matter now. His arm was getting sore from how hard he was stroking himself but he was nearly there. In his mind he was fucking Jenny hard but just as he was about to explode, her face changed to that of Tanya. He shot string after string of hot cum against the shower wall, his eyes wide with shock, knees weak not just from the pleasure of release but also from the realisation he had just came to thoughts of his cousin. What the fuck was going on? This had never happened before; when he thought about a particular girl or woman, she remained that same girl or woman till release, she did not change and certainly not into his family members! While worrying about this, unbeknownst to Brecon, not five feet away Tanya had came too. She was propped against the doorway, breathing heavily, her vagina leaking around her still embedded fingers, the juices catching in her panties which meant Brecon would never know. Soon as she was able too she pushed herself upright and, smiling weakly as he hosed down the wall, waddled from the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She made it too the bathroom and got herself cleaned up. She would need fresh panties again but she did not care, that had been the best shower voyeurism yet and besides she had plenty of spares. She tried a few more tricks with him through out the rest of the day, taking full advantage of her mum not being around. Loren would have seen through her daughter in an instant but Brecon was either dense or really not interested. Tanya flopped into bed that night with a pout clouding her pretty face. She had decided that today would be the make or break day and obviously it had not been made, so by all rights she should give up but instead, it had only deepened her resolve that one way or another she would get him at some point. With that happy thought, she rolled over and went to sleep, looking forward to her alarm. It was 10am the next day and Tanya sat in class, sore and grumpy. Her alarm had failed to go off so she had missed Brecon that morning. He had already left the house by the time she managed to drag her ass out of bed less than half an hour before college was due to start. She had managed to get a lift from a friend, a lift that worsened her mood because her friend did nothing but complain about having to come so far out of her way just because Tanya could not be bothered to set an alarm. She had not seen Brecon so far thanks to their year difference and it was pissing her off. Her sexual energy needed a release and so far today there had not been time. Her work sat untouched in front of her as she stared out at the grey day outside, the weather matching her mood, preoccupied with thoughts of her gorgeous cousin. Just then the tutor announced they could take a break for fifteen. Tanya was determined to see Brecon so she packed her stuff up and left the room, as several others had done, presumably off for a fag or snack. She wandered along the landing before heading down to the next floor were she knew Brecon would be this time on a Monday. Bingo. There he was stood at his study room door, chatting with his friends Ewan and Shantel. Ewan was a head shorter than Brecon and of Asian descent, all dark hair and olive skin, attractive but playing for the wrong team. Shantel was African-American, a real tomboy, though her figure was that of a model. Tanya decided to play it cool, as if she had not seen them. Looking straight ahead, she sauntered down the corridor. Just as she thought Brecon had not seen her he stepped in front of her. His spicy smell reached her before his words and she drank it in. "Hey, Lazybones, see you managed to get here anyway," he said giving her shoulder a playful dig. "No thanks to you," she complained in mock rebuke, returning his dig with a harder one, "You could've woke me." "You looked like you needed it," he replied. She flashed him her best smile, "Well, no harm done I'm here after all." She turned to the other two and uttered a 'Hey' of acknowledgement to their presence before locking her gaze back on his beautiful eyes. That is when she noticed something different about them. Up till now, there always appeared to be a degree of pain and sadness in them. It was still there, but he looked more alive than usual, happier. She wondered what could have happened. "So?" Brecon asked. Tanya shook herself, suddenly realising she had been staring at him. "Sorry, lost myself for a sec. Anyway, if I'm to get a drink before class resumes I better get to the canteen quick. Catch you later, Brecon. Ewan, Shantel, bye." She turned the corner of the corridor and then pressed herself against the wall to listen. "I've said this before, and I'll say it again, Tanya's got it on for you, man." That was Ewan to Brecon. "Give over Ewan, she's my cousin and my friend, nowt more," Tanya's heart skipped a beat; he did not sound fully convinced, "What makes you think that anyway?" Her heart skipped another beat. He would not ask if he was sure, would he? "She just gives off that kind of vibe, you know?" "What ya talkin' about, man, what vibe?" That was Shantel. "The kind of vibe a girl gives off when talking to someone they LIKE." "Oh, an 'ow would you know what dat 'vibe' feels like?" Shantel again. "Hey, am gay, I have a deep connection to feminine feelings." "Oh yeah, well am actually a woman, an I didna feel no 'vibe'." "Yes but your practically a boy, so it doesn't count." "Hey! Just 'coz am Bi and a Tomboy don't make me a man!" Tanya slinked away. She knew how this would end. The two of them would rant for a bit then Brecon would help them settle the argument, he always did. Tanya was more concerned with what Ewan had accused her of. Was it that obvious? Did she really put out some 'vibe'? Whatever, she would just be more careful in public but it did not change anything. Later at lunch time, Tanya was sat in the canteen at the table across the room from where Brecon always sat with the other two. She had always had a great view of him and the other two always had their backs to her so never noticed her looking. But today, Brecon had not entered at the same time as them. She had waited for awhile but he still did not appear. Having finished her lunch, she excused herself from her friends and headed over to the table. Ewan and Shantel were getting on fine now. Moving round so they could see her, she asked where Brecon was because she needed his iPod for during art. The pair knew about the arrangement so neither thought anything of it. "He said Miss Montana needed to see him during lunch. Said they needed to go over the extra credit stuff she wants him to do, you know, what with him being top of the science class and all that," Ewan told her. "Thanks, guys, guess I'll catch him just before class then." "See, even she thinks you're a guy!" Ewan teased, to which Shantel replied by throwing a handful of vinegary chips at him. Tanya smiled as she walked away. Outside the canteen however, she stopped smiling. 'Extra credit work? That's not like Brecon. He's already beyond the others to hear him talk, why would he want to do more?' she thought, 'There's something strange about this. I'm gonna go see him right now.' She headed off in the direction of the science block. The playing field was empty thanks to the dreary weather and the downstairs of the science block was just as deserted when she entered. She marched up the stairs but moved quieter when she got to the next floor. Something was telling her not to barge through the door and she wondered why. She crept up to the door of the practical room and peered through the small slit window. She did not see anyone at first and swept her gaze towards the middle of the room. Sat on a workbench, back to the door, she saw Jenny Montana, the practical science tutor. Her head was tilted back, it was obvious her shirt was open and she had no trousers on. Her arms and legs were wrapped around someone who had their face pressed to her chest; Tanya's line of sight was blocked but she had a sickening feeling she knew exactly who. Just then, Jenny flopped backward onto her elbows and Tanya felt her hopes crash around her. Facing her, topless between Jenny's legs, stood Brecon. His chest was heaving and his face was lit with the most sexual expression Tanya had ever seen; full of love and lust, an expression she had hoped to see him have about her. Neither had noticed her pale face at the door and just then Jenny raised her hips and took hold of her panties and Brecon began to undo his jeans. Tanya fell away from the door, knowing what would happen next and she really did not want to see that. Hot tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, but she wiped them away. She was not so much upset about seeing Brecon with someone else more with herself for thinking it possible he would be hers. She ran from the building, across the field and only stopped when there was no further point to run to on campus. She felt better now after the run, drained of all emotion except one; calmness. It surprised her; something had changed in her. She thought she would be raging or jealous or upset, but no, only one thought was blazing in her mind; she now had exactly what she needed to bed Brecon. Yes, she would still have him and she smiled an evil smile. It would happen tonight after college. It might be the only time but she would make it a night to remember. She laughed aloud as she smiled a knowing smile and sauntered back toward the main building, off to her next class. It was 5pm when Brecon stepped off the bus outside his Aunt's house. It was the last on the road for a mile or so and the bus had already vanished by the time he got to the front door. Brecon was feeling a little down. Tanya usually caught the same bus he did on a Monday but she had not and he had missed her company. Her friend she usually sat with on the bus said she had not seen Tanya since mid-afternoon, so he had assumed she had came home early but the house was dark and silent, made darker still by the black clouds outside. It was too quiet, the kind of quiet were you know something weird is about to happen. "Tanya! You here?" he called out, on the off chance, but the house remained silent. He did not like this. He brought up the lights in the front room via the dimmer switch but there was nothing out of place. The lumpy sofas, armchairs and hard chairs were empty. Shrugging he crossed slowly towards the kitchen, hoping a drink and some food might help. There was enough light to see by to get to the fridge so he simply strode to it. "Hello, Brecon." Brecon jumped out of his skin, crashing sideways into the counter top furthest from the dining table were the soft voice had come from. Even as he tried to get his breathing under control, he peered into the darkened corner of the room. Someone was definitely sat at the table; a small, feminine someone from the silhouette. "Tanya, is that you?" "Who else?" Brecon sighed with relief. He pushed himself from the counter and moved to stand across from her across the table. From what he could see, she had her legs drawn up and was staring at him. "You gave me such a fright you minx." She just stared. "Tanya you ok?" "Am I ok? Am I ok?" she repeated, parrot fashion, "No, Brecon, I am not okay, but I will be." "Ok, you're scaring me now, Tanya." "Well, seeing you scared is better than seeing you about to fuck your tutor." Brecon's blood ran cold. He simply stared at the shadowy figure before him. "Oh yes, didn't I mention I was at the science block at lunch time, looking for you? Well, I found you, or more I saw you, saw you with Jenny Montana. I wonder what Mum would have to say if she knew? Wonder what the college Dean would say?" Brecon dropped into the seat beside him. Though his heart was hammering his sense of reason was calm. Everything was not lost; she would have grassed him up by now if she was going to. Obviously she wanted something for her silence; he just needed to find out what. "You won't tell, I know it." "I won't if you give me what I want," she said quietly. "Name it and if I can I will." "No, Brecon, you WILL give me what I want, or I WILL tell," she said much more forcefully, "You must swear, SWEAR that you will and then I'll tell you what I want." 'Jeez, it must be something big,' he thought. Brecon sat silently considering it. Other than to point a finger at him on two occasions, Teena had not moved so far. She simply continued to stare at him from the shadows. Finally, he decided there was not really another option. "Ok, I swear on my life I'll give you anything you want, now tell me." He watched as Tanya unfurled her legs and stood, moving slowly round the table toward him. As she came nearer he could make out that she was wearing that housecoat again, the one so similar to Jenny's. She did not stop beside him as he thought she would but moved behind him. He froze when he felt her arms drape over his shoulders and wrap across his chest ... he hoped this was not going were he knew it must be. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered to him. "What I want, Brecon, is you." For the second time that night, Brecon's blood ran cold. He leapt out of the chair, almost dragging her with him and put the table between them, gripping the back of the chair she had previously occupied. From this new position, with the light behind Tanya, he could see through the housecoat and knew she wore nothing beneath. It occurred to him then, as most things often do at the weirdest of times, that perhaps this morning's incident in the shower and Ewan's words were a warning or premonition of tonight's events. As many of us are given to do so when panicked, Brecon was concentrating on something other than what was really going on. Just now it was the funny fact that she was gripping the back of his chair, almost perfectly mirroring him. Just then he realised she was talking and thought it best to listen. "... back on your word! You swore remember? I want you and you swore I could have what I want!" "Yes, but I didn't think you meant me, Tanya! God's sake I'm your cousin!" "So? That's not as close a relation as brother and sister; it's actually more accepted for cousins in a lot of places!" "My Dad was your Mum's brother! That's still pretty damn close! And that's truer of 2nd or 3rd not 1st COUSINS!" "It's always been you I want, always! I just didn't know it till I came back from France. Please, Brecon, you swore!" "I ... I ... well ... it's just not right, is it? Come on Tanya, you can't be serious?" "How much more serious could I get? I'm naked! I made you swear! And I've been watching you for months now!" "Watching me? In my sleep or awake?" this was said more calmly, in a curious tone. Sometimes, even when we know we should be angry or upset, when a new point is uncovered we forget and just want to know more despite ourselves. This was one of those times. "Both, only a little at first, now daily," Tanya replied, quieter too. "But why, Tanya? Why me? I'm your cousin," he pleaded. "I can't help who I'm attracted to, who I love," she began to sniffle. "You can't love me, I'm your cousin," Tanya noticed he seemed to be trying to convince himself more than actually speaking to her. "Well," she said, flopping into the seat, "I don't know if I love you in that way or not, but I love you as my cousin and I know I like you far more than a cousin should. What is it? Do you just not like the look of me, am really so unattractive that you have to keep hiding behind that same excuse?" Tanya began to cry and suddenly Brecon was hugging her to him. "Tanya," he pleaded as he held her, stroking her hair and rocking her to try and calm her sobbing, "No, of course I find you attractive, what guy wouldn't? If we weren't cousins you would definitely be a girl I could date but we are and nothing will change that. Is there nothing else I can do, anything at all, to keep you from telling?" Tanya shoved him away. "I've told you what I want and you have refused me even after swearing!" she said, angrily wiping away her tears, "You've made it clear you won't co-operate so fine, I guess you must suffer the consequences!" She was up and out of the room before he could fully grasp her meaning. When he did he ran after her. He stopped in the doorway across the room from where she stood holding the house phone. He could see his Aunt's number was typed in and Tanya's thumb was on the dial button. "Will you fuck me?" "Tanya, please!" "WILL YOU FUCK ME!?" "Even if you do tell, what's to stop me telling everyone what you're doing right now? Trying to seduce your own cousin by not telling on him with his teacher?" "Which do you really think is worse? So I may go to some stupid counselling sessions or summet, but you'll lose college and Montana will lose her job, think on that!" "You can't do this!" "WRONG ANSWER!" and she pressed dial. "OK!" he said, slumping. "Ok what?" she said as she walked towards him. The phone was ringing now. "Ok, I'll give you what you want." Tanya's eyes narrowed. "Prove it." The phone continued to ring. Brecon slowly undid his jeans, took hold of them and pushed them down his thighs. The sudden chill caused his cock to twitch. Tanya beamed and hit the hang up button. His cock was already semi-hard. 'Probably from the sight of my semi-naked body,' she thought. She licked her lips as she tossed the phone aside and came to stand before him. "One condition though," Brecon said. "Oh?" "No kissing. We just fuck and that's it, over, never spoken of again. I give you what you want, nothing emotional." "Fine, but in that case you had better fuck me like you mean it, if I'm not satisfied we go again till I am, ok?" "Fine." Tanya lowered herself to a crouch, her face on level with his groin. "Wait this wasn't part of the agreement," Brecon said trying to back away. His jeans where still around his thighs and so he could not move quickly enough before she had taken hold of his butt with one hand and the other wrapped itself around his stiffening member. At her silky touch it expanded rapidly to full size and at the first breath and feeling of her tongue against the head, his knees buckled and he had to grasp the doorframe for support. Autumn Term Tales - Episode 03 Tanya smiled to herself at this reaction, having fully intended to put him off balance. Her mobile tongue slid the length of his cock front and back before returning to the very tip, feeling him cringe and hearing him moan involuntarily. She quickly set to work before he could protest further. Her lips closed over the head and she began to slide her mouth up and down the smooth, sweet tasting skin of his shaft, loving the flavour of his pre-cum. Meanwhile her tongue continued to swirl across his sensitive head and her hand pumped him while the other gripped his ass cheek, holding him in position. Brecon stared at the ceiling. He had to admit she was good ... very good. He couldn't help but gasp and moan; it was torn from him. He knew what was happening and he could not quite believe it. His little cousin, sweet Tanya, was sucking him off. He could feel every inch of her tongue lapping his head, feel those perky lips of hers rubbing him up and down, and he knew he was trying hard not to just lose himself in the moment. That is why he stared at the ceiling; if he did not look down he could pretend he was just wanking ... an exceptionally good wank that he did not want Tanya to stop giving him ... 'NO! Must not concentrate on it being Tanya; just imagine it's some other girl,' He told himself. Tanya knew he was fighting her even now; she usually had guys nearer if not at the end within the first two minutes. She was bored now; she wanted him to cum so they could fuck. Pulling off him for a second she called his name in her most seductive tone. Unwilling he looked down at her and when he could not look away she knew she had him. Giving him her most slutty look and not breaking eye contact, she slid her lips slowly down his length and back up, moaning around his thickness. "Oh God!" he cried, throwing back his head. Tanya saw his knuckles go white with how hard he gripped the doorframe and felt him stiffen. Then, in what seemed like slow motion, she felt him spasm and the creeping approach of his cum up his cock. The first load hit the back of her throat and she choked, not excepting so much. She pulled off him again even as the second burst hit her lips and chin, before aiming the rest at her chest and breasts. She moaned as the hot juices splattered across her cool skin. She felt him going limp in her hand and quickly lapped the last few drops from his head. Brecon shuddered at this, his cock now overly sensitive. Rocking back onto her heels, Tanya stood up. He had his eyes firmly shut and was panting heavily. "My poor cousin," Tanya said mockingly as she pulled him against her, pushing his head into her breasts and trying to get as much of her pressed against him as she could. Brecon found strength from somewhere and managed to push her away. He stood up straighter and looked her in the eyes. She seemed bemused and was about to speak when he shushed her. "You want me right? Want me to fuck you? Then lets fuck," he said, almost roughly spinning her round and propelling her away from him towards the sofa. Tanya did not mind, she was more than accommodating. She quickly moved to sofa while he stripped and at his direction sat on the arm. "Not that way, across the arm, doggy style." Tanya beamed; it was her favourite position. Turning, she leant over the arm, resting her elbows on it and spreading her legs a little. "Oh no you don't!" He said, "If we're doing this, we do it my way." Brecon pushed her so that she fell forward across the arm, and kicked her legs open so that only the area just above her privates was supporting her and her face was buried in the sofa seat. This left her ass almost vertical as it pointed straight up at him. She was about to get her arms under herself to relieve some of the pressure on her bladder when she felt his legs touch hers and his member prod her ass cheek as he lent over her and grabbed her wrists, one in each hand, pulling them behind her back. 'Oooh, he wants me restrained, kinky,' she thought and smiled to herself. Her smile did not last long. Brecon pulled her wrists right back before grabbing her elbows instead, forcing her back to arch and lift off the couch. She squealed with pain as her shoulders bore the full weight of her upper body at this unnatural angle, the sofa arm providing no support at all "Brecon that hurts, stop!" "I'm just giving you what you want, remember? ME!" As he uttered the last word, she felt his cock press against her entrance and slide effortlessly up into her already dripping pussy. She suddenly forgot about the pain in her shoulders as all she could feel was the pressure of his rigid member against her clit and how it was filling her up. She did notice though how fast his cock must have recovered from the blow job and thought it unusually quick. Then she forgot even that as he began to pound her. Brecon did not start off gradually as he usually would; he simply hammered his rod into her shaft as hard and fast as he could. Each thrust tore a cry from her lips, an equal mixture of pain and pleasure as her shoulders jarred with each inward stroke. He wanted this over quickly and he knew this would do it and if she felt bad in the process maybe it was a good thing; it would teach her not to blackmail people. Tanya was both afraid and strangely turned on by this new side to Brecon. She had not thought he was capable of something like this. Each bone jarring thrust was knocking her senseless from the sweet balance of pain and pleasure. She had never had a fuck like this before and found she liked it; she had already came once, almost immediately. The pain was heightening her senses and causing every movement to be felt twice over and she knew she was building up to a second. She did not know how much more she could take. Just then Brecon felt her body change under him. It began to shudder and her pussy tightened and he knew she was close once more. He had been hoping for this. He did not want to come with her and if she came again now she would definitely be too sensitive for him to continue. He concentrated simply on the act of slamming his cock in and out of her and not on who or what he was doing. He knew he was being harsh, could hear the pain behind every moan of delight but he did not stop until he felt her stiffen and then relax beneath him, a final, inarticulate noise rent from her lips. He immediately let go of her arms and she flopped forward, sliding off him. It had been close, too close. Tanya was startled as the pain suddenly lessened and she ploughed face first into the seat of the couch, her arms useless by her side, no strength to move them. That second orgasm had finished her; she was spent, sore and satisfied all at once. Brecon flopped to the floor in front of the couch, resting on his arms behind him and his head flopped back, panting hard. Though he knew he should not have enjoyed that, he had to admit it was an exhilarating rush; the position, the taboo aspect, Tanya's tightness and the sounds she had made had driven him mad but he was proud that he had not came in his cousin. Which reminded him; he brought his head up so he could check on her. Tanya still lay, collapsed across the sofa. Brecon was suddenly concerned. He moved to her side and shook her shoulder. A muffled answering groan of soreness greeted him. He relaxed and stood up. Gently, Brecon began to turn her onto her side. She groaned again but put up no resistance. He managed to loop his arms under her back and ass, before practically rolling her into his arms. Tanya pulled her arms up to her chest with a sigh and snuggled against his bare torso, too sore and sedated to do anything more. Brecon strode from the room to the front stairway and ascended. Instinctively he headed for his bedroom as he would with any other girl before remembering who exactly the girl was and veered back toward Tanya's room. He managed to get the door open without letting go of her and crossed quickly to the bed. He awkwardly kicked back the covers enough for him to sit her on the edge before moving them properly so she could lie down. He covered her with the duvet and made to leave the room. "Brecon?" came the almost inaudible plea. "Yes, Tanya?" he replied softly. "Stay with me tonight? Please?" Brecon sighed. He knew he should not but he could not say no to her in a state like this. "Ok, just let me go sort the house and then I'll be back okay?" He saw what was visible of her head move in a nodding fashion. He quickly went to his room and donned fresh boxers before throwing on his housecoat and heading back downstairs. Finding Jinx asleep in the utility room, he woke her and let her outside while he went round and secured the house while munching on a sausage roll he had procured from the fridge. He always needed to eat after sex, it made him hungry but he was not in the mood right now for something major. He went back upstairs having locked the back door when Jinx came in and slipped into Tanya's room. He listened and could hear her breathing gently which meant she was either completely relaxed or asleep. He hoped it were the former because he needed to talk to her. Discarding his robe he slipped into the bed behind her. Almost immediately, her left arm felt for him and upon finding his ass it pulled at it; a clear indication that he was to cuddle her. Brecon shimmied forward till he was spooning with her and despite himself, his cock rose a little. He did not care at the moment that this was his cousin, he was spooning a pretty naked girl and his left hand soon began caressing her stomach. She sighed at his touch and moved his hand from her stomach to a breast. He cupped it in his palm and gave it a squeeze, producing a giggle from her. "Tanya?" he loaded her name with everything he was feeling. She felt the weight of the unspoken question and sighed. "Yes, Brecon, I'll never tell anyone nor will I ever try this again. I'm glad I got to have you but I'm not one to force people to do something and I'm sorry I did but I just wanted you so badly." "I understand," Brecon said, kissing the back of her head, "I'm glad you won't tell but if it makes you feel better, I did enjoy you." "It does," she said, bringing his hand to her lips to kiss it, before returning it to her breasts, "Goodnight, Brecon." "Goodnight, Tanya." When Tanya woke the next morning, just as she had expected, Brecon was gone and she was late for college. She noticed her silk gown had been returned to her room so she knew Brecon had removed all evidence. Shrugging, she lay back down, deciding not to go in today. Loren was due back today but if her mum got home before Tanya would be due back from college she would just tell her mum that she had not felt well that morning and by the time she felt better there would be no point to going in. Besides, she had last night to replay not to mention a new sensation to contemplate. Pain mixed with pleasure; it had felt good and she wanted more ...