Pepper moaned and cried out softly, making me halt; I did not want to hurt her; she pulled my arm, urging me on. I stiffened my back and pressed the ...ength of my stiff cock home into the invitingly tight warmth of her boy-pussy. The sensation was absolute heaven as I pushed right to the hilt. Pepper moved back and forth, slowly at first, making my cock spasm and pulse deliciously; she was enjoying her submission to the full. The a****l in me took over and I released her hand, gripping her. Little did she know it, butshe did, ME.I also had an older brother Paul, but he was married and had a family ofhis own before Molly and I were born. Momma and Daddy had tried foryears to have more children, but only succeeded after Paul had marriedand had a son of his own, Paul Lester Lexington III, named after Daddy.Paul taught English and Literature at Roosevelt High School, and hiswife Marsha was the Girl's Coach in charge of the Girl's AthleticProgram and Cheerleading. When Molly went to. The rhythmic pressure on Big Boy’s neck began once again. Her graceful legs gripped him ever more tightly, squeezing and releasing. The wetness on his back became more pronounced. Beth’s verbal encouragements ceased. Her breathing became hoarse and her movements became more urgent. Her scent betrayed her growing arousal.The lake came into view. Big Boy’s long stride quickly devoured the distance. Lucky ran valiantly. Breaths came with more difficulty now. Caitlin, like Beth, had. They had really left them in site for me to look at and read. I reading lead to thinking, thinking to talking, talking to kissing, kissing to petting and then the week before we finished middle school, I suggested we do it. It wasn't love or anything. We both liked each other and cared about one another, but it wasn't love.I had talked to some girls in my gym class. They had mentioned that they did it with some sophomores from the high school. They were told by these guys were told if anyone.