3 comments/ 84806 views/ 10 favorites Graduation Day By: regularguy13 Graduation Day – Widower follows speaker's advice and beds a woman & his niece at impromptu sex party "Oh Fran!" I exclaimed. I felt my balls begin to boil as I as drove my prick again and again between her lovely lubricated tits. Fran's hands pressed her soft 36 B's together and her tongue licked the head of my cock every time it arched up towards her giggling face. "I'm going to cum all over your face," I promised her. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Groggy, I reached over and turned off the alarm clock. My dick ached something awful. That dream epitomized my life since my wife, Fran, had died. Very unsatisfying. ----- Graduations are joyous events. A rite of passage. The diploma is a milestone declaring, "Wow! Look how far you've come." I was in Atlanta attending another High School graduation at Providence Day School. That name always struck me as funny. What? The school founders wanted to make sure you didn't confuse them with the "Providence Night School". The "Day" school is an expensive college prep proud of their beautiful campus, stellar academic record and numerous athletic achievements. "The 'Night' school," I mused, "must specialize in...breaking and entering, car jacking and prostitution." My snickering was interrupted by a hard elbow to my ribs. My sister declared, "There she is." The name of my niece, Kay, was being announced over the loudspeaker. Kay stepped timidly up the stairs and shakily walked across the stage to receive her high school diploma. Her parents, Dick and Helen, beamed. Kay's brother, Paul, whistled loudly. From our seats in the bleachers, I could see Kay's face turn bright red as she blushed profusely. She is a shy quiet girl who does not like being the center of attention. I had been here in this same gym a year ago for Paul's graduation. That was a happier event for me. It's not that I like my nephew more or that last year's pageantry was better, it's that my spirits are low. The love of my life, Fran, my wife of almost 30 years is not beside me. She died just 3 months ago. Cancer. The doctors discovered it after our last trip to Atlanta. It quickly overwhelmed my high school sweetheart. Mercifully, she passed with minimal suffering. I was left alone and rudderless. After the 124 scholars received their diplomas, a past graduate was called upon to deliver the commencement address. The gist of his words of advice to the black robed students was: "Aim high. Take risks. Don't focus exclusively on yourself, remember to help others. If you do these things, you will be a success. Your life will have meaning and you will achieve contentment." "I could use a sense of purpose and contentment," I thought. "Maybe I should follow his advice. What was I going to do with the rest of my life? Continue to feel sorry for myself? Drink excessively?" Well, that had been my modus operandi since Fran had died. The school provided a splendid buffet after the ceremony. The excited graduates and proud parents mingled with one another. Everyone promised to keep in touch, but a hint of sadness showed on their faces. The parents knew they would no longer be seeing each other at school plays and athletic events. The kids too knew this might be their last time together. After all, they were scattering off to colleges spread across the country. I returned to my hotel room to pass the rainy afternoon. The bad weather had canceled the scheduled boat ride on Lake Sidney. I rested awaiting our reconvening for the evening Graduation party with neighbors, family and friends. I showed up at 7 PM for the party with a beautifully wrapped present in hand. Dick met me at the door. He gave me a hearty welcome and a quick lay of the land. "The beer is outside by the pool and the wine is in the kitchen." Helen, my sister, hugged me hard and kissed me on the cheek saying, "I'm so glad you're here." "Me too," I mumbled. Being hugged by Helen was like be hugged by a board. She was the most flatchested women I had ever known. She laughed about it and explained her condition by saying that Fran got a double helping from the "Boob" fairy so nothing was left for her. Kay stood behind her parents. She had on a shiny gold dress that went well with her thick head of straw colored blonde hair. She definitely took after her mom. She too was as flat as an ironing board. Her dress was short, putting on display her shapely tanned legs. It was also strapless. I wondered how it stayed up. Her A- bosom didn't seem capable of supporting it. Kay gave me a hug too, one that wasn't as welcoming. It was not that she wasn't pleased to see me, Kay was just that shy. There was no kiss and little body contact. I respected her nature and responded with a restrained greeting. I knew most of the people at the party. It was the same family, friends and neighbors from last year. I drank an excellent wine and mingled. The absence of my wife cast a pall over everyone's conversation with me. I understood. What could anyone say? A confident young blonde marched up to me and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Alex," she said with a big smile. "Hello," I responded. "I'm Ike, Kay's uncle. Are you one of her classmates?" Alex was a little thing; 5' 2" fit and trim. She had on white shorts and a blue blouse. Her scoop neck shirt exposed the tops of well formed tanned breasts. "No. I'm Kim's daughter." Kim was Helen's best friend from college. She was divorced and lived in Richmond. "I met your Mom and brother last year." "I was sick last year and missed Paul's graduation," Alex explained. Alex and I talked about Richmond. It was the city where Fran and I met while going to the University. I enjoyed our conversation. Alex was perky, pretty and more self confident than your average teenager. During our discussion, I found my eyes wandering taking in her cute dimples, modest bosom and tight butt. Alex caught me staring at her breasts. Smiling knowingly, she said, "Nice Ta Ta's, huh?" Sheepishly, I blushed. I felt every bit the dirty old man I was behaving as. "Don't feel bad," she chided me. "A woman wants to be noticed. I've worked hard to be in this shape," Alex twirled around showing me her firm ass. She leaned into me and whispered, "I'll let you in on a secret, there are no accidents. I picked this top because it matches my eyes. I'm wearing these white short to emphasize the deep tan on my legs. And the scooped neckline...well, lets just say we women don't put on display anything that we don't want men to see." Giggling she backed away. Alex grabbed a woman who was walking past us. She stopped the lady so suddenly the woman spilled some of her drink. "Mom, sorry to jostle you. Have you met Ike?" she gestured towards me. "He's a former Spider." Kim frowned and scolded her daughter. "Oh, Alex! ...Of course I've met Ike." Kim held her drink out in front of her so that it didn't drip on her clothes as she cleaned her hand with a napkin. As her moment of exasperation passed, Kim turned to me, smiled and asked sincerely, "Hi Ike. How are you?" Kim was just a little younger than I. Early forties to my late forties. She had bleached blonde hair with dark roots exposed along her center part. I recalled that she was a brunette the last time I saw her. She had on a short white skirt and a peach colored top. Her ample freckled breasts along with part of her tan colored bra poked out the top of her shirt. Her eyes were green. "You must be proud of your daughter. She is very poised and well spoken for a girl her age," I said. "Yes, thank you," Kim replied. We talked about our days at the University of Richmond. I had graduated a year before Kim and Helen arrived. I noticed that she was giving me the once over. She studied my gray hair, my fit build on a 6' 2" frame and the gold wedding band that I still wore on my left hand. Alex quietly slipped away leaving Kim and me alone. As we talked, Kim occasionally would clutch my arm while emphasizing something she said. Once when I was speaking, she reached up and adjusted the collar on my golf shirt . Her fingers brushed my neck. I found her touch...comforting. I gave Kim a closer look. She was 5' 4" and pretty. She had a good figure, the desired hour glass design, just a little fuller through the breasts and ass than needed due to the pounds that middle age adds to us all. In a word she was - Nice. We chatted a bit longer and then parted company when an old friend of hers dragged her away. I went looking for the two people at the party that I hadn't met before: Paul's and Kay's dates. Skip is Kay's boyfriend, her first real boyfriend. I wasn't surprised that he was her first. While Kay is pretty, 5' 8", thin, blonde and blue eyed, she is the shyest 18 year old I have ever met. Kay and Skip look a lot alike. They are both tall, slim and blonde. Skip is 6' 4" and as skinny as a bean pole. His curly blonde hair is so light it is white. Skip is a good kid. He and I discussed his future engineering studies. He is headed to Vanderbilt in the Fall. Next I went looking for Riley, Paul's girlfriend. I found her to be a talkative girl with sparkling brown eyes and long, light brown hair. Riley has some major curves. She is a little heavy through the hips and bust, but still attractive. "Well, Paul needs a sturdy mount," I thought. My nephew is a big guy, 6' 4" and 260 pounds. Riley is 18, but just a junior in High School. She isn't the best student and she had to repeat a grade in school. And unlike the others, she attended a public school. Riley was a delight to talk to. Effervescent. Tonight she was struggling with a dilemma: should she stay and enjoy the party or go home and get a good night's sleep because she was re-taking the SAT's tomorrow. "Who am I kidding," she said with a smile. " I'm not going to break 500 on the Math portion of the test no matter how much sleep I get." She giggled as she walked away. Across the room, I spotted Kim perched on the sofa. She was talking with Alex and Kay. Our eyes met briefly. With both of Kim's feet on the sofa, her short skirt could not cover her crotch. I and everyone else could easily see up her skirt. My eyes were drawn to the apex of her creamy thighs. "How could she not realize that she is exposing herself?" I wondered. I walked towards her, mesmerized by the squirrel shot. She didn't change her position or attempt to cover up. Kim smiled at me and continued her conversation with the younger women. I was close enough to see the lacy pattern on her black panties. "Okay. If you're showing, I'm looking," I thought to myself. Alex noticed the direction of my gaze. "Shit, she's caught me at my worst, again," I told myself. Alex gave me ...a smile. Apparently she was not alarmed that I was enjoying her mother's gift. Alex brought me into the conversation. I sat on the adjoining sofa and now was 3 feet away and almost eye level with Kim's exposed crotch. I smiled and occasionally joined in the conversation about the morning's graduation ceremony. In between words, I took the opportunities to look at Kay's firm tanned legs and stare at Alex's exposed breasts and of course, look up Kim's skirt. I had the perfect angle to view Kim. I could easily see her upper thighs and their junction point where her sex lay covered only by a thin layer of black lace. The party broke up and most people began to leave. Reluctantly, I had to move to say my good byes. I was preparing to leave too, but Kim grabbed my arm and invited me outside. We walked along the pool and past the hot tub. She led me to a path I hadn't noticed through hedges to a private nook where a chair and loveseat overlooked the deserted golf course. She steered me to the loveseat and we sat side by side. "The moon is huge tonight," she said. "Uh, huh," I responded using my best college vocabulary. "I'm a little chilly. Could you put your arm around my shoulders?" she asked with pretended innocence. I did. She looked up at me expectantly with her big green eyes. I took the risk and kissed her. She responded passionately and groaned with pleasure. We necked like teenagers. I kissed her lips and dueled with her tongue. She put a hand on my thigh and I grabbed a breast. As I slid my palm over her hardening nipple, she caressed my awakening cock through my khakis. My heart pounded in my chest as we groped and deeply kissed one another. Our hot make-out session was interrupted by a boy's cry of pain and the sound of a girl breaking into tears. We unclenched and heard, "I'm sorry I hurt you... I don't know what you see in me?" Kay sobbed. "I love you," Skip said re-assuringly. Kim and I tiptoed to the hedges and saw Kay and Skip. She stood in the hot tub with her bikini top askew. The clothing malfunction exposed one long hard pink nipple in a flat triangle of white flesh where for any other woman there would have been a pleasant rise of soft breast tissue. Skip's bathing suit was around his ankles as he sat on the edge of the tub. A long white pole of an erection pointed towards Kay. Kay whined again, "I'm useless. I've got no breasts and I can't even give my boyfriend a blow job without making him scream in pain." "Honey," Skip cooed while applying pressure to the tooth wound on his prick. "It's okay." "I told you I'm not girlfriend material," Kay said as she slammed both fists down on the stone edge of the tub. Kay began crying harder and she began moving away from Skip. He reached out quickly and pulled her into a tender embrace. "This isn't important," he lied to her. "I'm no more experienced than you are. We'll fumble our way through this like other couples do." "Oh God," Kay exclaimed hit hard by his charge of fumbling. "I took lessons to learn how to fox trot and for rock climbing. Why can't a girl get help..." her diatribe of frustration trailed off into sobs. Kim turned to me. I saw that her eyes were filled with a look of compassion and concern. She gripped my hand and propelled us both through the shrubs. "Kay and Skip," Kim called out calmly as we burst upon them. They were startled to see us so she added, "Don't be afraid." Kim dropped down and hugged them both. I stood over the teenagers feeling their awkwardness and my own. Kay was embarrassed by her flawed performance. Skip sat there with his skinny hard penis exposed for all to see. Me, I had a tent in my pants and I was wondering what the hell I was supposed to do. Unsympathetically, I wondered "How hard can it be to suck a dick?" Kim said, "Kay, I know just how you feel. I had the same fears when I was your age. Luckily, I had an older sister to help me through." Kay and Skip still looked scared and uneasy, but they nodded their heads. Kim gently grasped the base of Skip's hard cock and began to instruct Kay on the art of a blowjob, Kim covered the basics and emphasized the need to avoid tooth-to-prick contact. "Kay, remember to use your lips and don't be so...enthusiastic." "My girlfriends have given me the same advice...and I still got it wrong. Can you..." Kay turned red and gave Kim a helpless look. "Honey ..." Kim paused hesitant to suck Skip's dick. Then changed her mind and said "Sure." Kim stroked Skip's slim 7 inches softly and began kissing the head of his penis. Within seconds Skip groaned loudly and blew his load all over her face." Cum covered her shocked face and dripped down onto her top. Skip was mortified and he began to apologize profusely, "I'm sorry..." I let out a laugh that I quickly turned it into a small coughing fit when Kim gave me a stern look. Kim turned to Skip, smiled softly and calmly said, "Don't worry about it, Skip. It happens... sometimes. We'll just have to use Ike for the demonstration." She looked up at me with an expression that said, "Now the jokes on you." Kim smiled sardonically and reached for my belt buckle. Soon my half hard cock was glowing in the moonlight as Kim pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "Kay, you can practice on Ike. He can give you valuable feedback." "Oh, my God," I thought. I stood there mute with a 'deer in the headlights' look in my eyes as Kim placed Kay's hand on my penis and guided her to stroking me to a full erection. Kim soon had the teenager kissing and nibbling on my erection. Kim removed her top and used it to wiped Skip's gooey cum off her face. "Honey, take the crown into your mouth...that's it. Now slowly slide him into your mouth," Kim instructed. "How is she doing, Ike?" "Err, fine...good." I replied too distracted to carry on a conversation. It was so hot seeing a beautiful, blue eyed teenager take my dick in her mouth. I could almost forget that she was my niece. While Kay gently sucked on my dick, Kim instructed her to supplement that action with various hand movements. She had Kay gently caress my balls, finger-brush the underside of my shaft and also vigorously jack me off. Skip's head was on a swivel as he alternated between staring in amazement as his girl demonstrated her new skills and staring at Kim's freckled tits. I was fully hard and fully enjoying the lesson. Kim was amused by my phony demeanor. She knew I was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob, yet trying to pretend it was for the kids' benefit. Skip stroked himself to another erection and asked, "Kim, is it all right if Kay tries it with me? "Sure honey. From the expression on Ike's face I would say that Kay has gotten the hang of it." Kay smiled and blushed at the compliment. She pulled off me and confidently took Skip's cock into her mouth. My hard, saliva covered cock missed her warm mouth. However, I was not neglected for long, Kim knelt beside Kay in the grass and the two cocksuckers made their men very happy. Kim varied her technique, her motion and speed. Kay watched and copied her actions. Skip and I were the recipients of Kim's considerable skills and we groaned with pleasure. Our suck fest was interrupted by a new voice, Riley called out, "That's so hot!" She and Paul marched over. Startled, the girls stopped their oral ministrations. Kay and Skip blushed at being caught by her brother having sex. I was upset too. I had been close to exploding inside Kim's mouth. "No, don't stop," Riley said. "We've been watching you guys and we came over to join in." Paul dropped his shorts and boxers. His erection bobbed in the air in front of him. Riley quickly joined the girls kneeling on the grass and gobbled up Paul's hard cock. The three women sucked and watched each other pleasure their men. Riley began to jack Paul off with one hand while slipping her other hand into her panties. She strummed her clit. When that didn't give her the level of satisfaction she required, Riley released Paul, sat on the grass and quickly pulled her dress up over her waist and took her underwear off. Sitting bare ass in the grass with her thighs splayed open she said playfully, "Hey, how about us girls getting some attention?" She stuck a finger in her shaved pussy and swirled it around opening her vagina. I was game and stripped off my clothes. I pulled Kim to her feet, unhooked her bra, slid down her body and disposed of her skirt and black lacy panties. A nude and laughing, Kim plopped down on the grass and playfully pulled my face to her crotch. I jabbed my tongue into the brown hairy patch at the top of her soft thighs. I penetrated through her thatch and found her sex. It was warm, wet and it tasted delicious. Kay was hesitant to go along with the suggestion. She and Skip had screwed a couple of times, but they had not done this. Skip's eyes implored her to let him. She too wanted to continue, but had been afraid he would think poorly of her. So with a big smile of relief, she pulled her bikini bottom off. Her pubes matched the hair on her head in color and thickness. Her pussy was hidden behind a dense patch of curly hair. Graduation Day Paul tossed his shirt aside and pulled Pollie's black and white dress over her head. Riley giggled and shucked off her bra revealing hard, dark brown nipples and her full breasts. Everyone was now nude and happy. The women lay on their backs side-by-side. Their men were on their knees devouring the delicious pussy in front of them. The air was full of the fragrant odor of hot cunts and the sound of the grateful women. I forced my tongue through Kim's bush and was rewarded with a dripping snatch. She was warm, wet and tasty. I teased her by kissing her sensitive upper thighs and by sucking on her full outer lips. Purposely, I avoided her clit. She put up with my game for only so long before she grabbed my head forcing it down into her sex and grinding her pussy into me. I laughed and gave her the action I knew she was craving. I flicked my tongue across her engorged clit and heard her sigh. I reached up to play with her tits pulling on and tweaking her hard nipples. I was brought out of my revelry by a tap on the shoulder. I looked up to find Paul swirling two fingers in Riley's shaved pussy. He smiled and whispered, "Want to switch?" Riley added her plea, "Please." My partner had her eyes closed while I was licking her. Kim opened them to see why I had stopped. She heard Paul and Riley and saw the unasked question expressed by my raised eyebrows. "Why not," Kim responded with a giggle. Paul and I exchanged places. After battling Kim's bush, Riley's bare pussy was a joy. Her fluid ran down her thighs as I kissed and licked her opening. It was hot and smooth and sexy. The girl had a strong tangy flavor and I liked it. I played with her large breasts as I devoured her sex. I was having a ball. After a few minutes, Paul and I returned to our original partners. Paul then announced, "It's hammer time. On your knees, wenches." The three horny women assumed the doggie position. I took in the beautiful view. Kim knelt in front of me; Riley was in the middle and Kay on the other side. Kim had a hell of an ass for a forty year old, nice and round. Riley had a big beautiful ass, one that you could get lost in and you'd love every minute of it. Kay's butt was the exact opposite small, flat, but oh so firm. Paul joyfully grabbed Riley's big ass with both hands and gave it a big kiss. He then looked over at Kim and playfully slapped her apple shaped ass. Paul than turned to Kay and, with a mischievous look in his eye, he reached out to pinch his sister's tight bumm. Skip protectively swatted Paul's hand away, knocking it downward and to his horror driving Paul's index finger into Kay's vagina. Kay jumped, but then sighed deeply at the unexpected penetration and pushed back sending the digit farther into her snatch. She was unaware of who was touching her. All she knew was that she liked it. Paul immediately turned red embarrassed by the intimate contact. He slowly extracted his now wet finger from his sister's sopping pussy. He was surprised that he had to fight off a strong urge to raise his hand to his nose and breathe deeply. "No," Kay cried out disappointed at the disappearance of the pleasure giving finger. Shocked by what we had witnessed, everyone held their breath. I worried how Skip, Paul or Kim (did she even know what had happen?) would react. Kim quickly took control of the situation and said, "Boys, don't keep us waiting any longer. Give us your hard dicks." Skip, Paul and I grabbed our cocks and guided them into the warm, wet holes in front of us. The women were more than ready and we all sunk in to the hilt on the first push. Kim's pussy felt like a warm, responsive velvet glove. We settled into an easy rhythm. Riley was a screamer. She moaned and shouted as Paul drove in and out of her. Skip tentatively fucked Kay as if he was afraid he could break her. After a few minutes, Paul tapped me on the shoulder and whispered a question, "Switch?" Skip heard him and signaled his desire to join in the partner swap. I pulled out of Kim and went around to Kay. Paul and Skip slid over one partner. We all hardly missed a stroke as we entered our new playmates. The women were aware of the change in riders. Riley reveled in it. Kim laughed and pushed back hard into her new man. Kay timidly looked over her shoulder at me causing me to stop mid-stroke. When I did, she shook her head and said, "No. Don't stop." Kay re-enforced her words by pressing her ass back into my hips taking all of me into her slick canal. Her eyes glazed over as she enjoyed my thickness. I began stroking in and out of her tight box. "Harder," she hissed at me. I grabbed her boney hips and obliged her. Her lubrication increased and allowed for a faster pace. Soon my balls were slapping against her ass. This girl wanted to be ridden hard and I was glad to accommodate. Skip was now riding the wild thing, Riley. She seemed determined to make the slender teenager shoot his load quickly. Paul was fucking the mature Kim and milking her titties. The yard echoed with the sounds of heavy breathing and the groans of pleasure. I could feel a spring winding up in each of us. Perspiration dripped off my brow and fell on the small of Kay's back. I reached around and pulled on the hard nipple of her right breast, a breast that was little more than a pink button. She responded to my tweaking by bucked harder and sighing deeply. Skip cried out with a groan and an exclamation to God announcing his orgasm. The excitement shown by her lover, took Riley over the edge. Kay and I soon found our release. She spasmed. I felt her cunt pulsate causing me to arch so forcefully into her tight pussy that I lifted her off her knees. I then coated her cervix with blast after blast of my sticky cum. Paul and Kim reached their pleasure points too. Out of breath, Kim slumped to the ground. Paul's cock, still hard, popped out of Kim's satisfied pussy. Kay fell forward putting her head and elbows on the ground. Her ass remained high in the air. Exhausted, I dismounted and flopped in the grass on my back perpendicular to her. I pulled her face to me and kissed her beautiful mouth as we both felt the electricity of our orgasms course through our bodies. After a couple of minutes, Kay snaked her hand down to my soft cock. She began stroking me and begged, "Ike, that was great. Do me again." "Kay, I'm too old to even think about it. You need a younger man." Kay looked over her shoulder at Skip. Skip had cum twice in less than 30 minutes. He sheepishly shrugged his shoulders as she glanced at his flaccid penis. Disappointed, she pouted, "Oh." Soon after Kay cried out again, "Oh." However, this time it was a cry of surprise and pleasure as her hungry cunt was filled with cock. She looked behind her to find her big brother driving his hard manhood into her slick pussy. She pushed her chest off the ground and began rocking herself forcefully back into Paul. He matched her level of desire and they pounded each other. I was impressed by their animal intensity. Their need for another orgasm was self evident. The rest of us gathered together and watched the siblings fuck. Their passions reached a feverish pitch and they screamed out loud as they came together. Sweating profusely, Paul fell on Kay. His bulk knocked her thin frame to the ground. They lay there in a single panting, perspiring pile of satisfied flesh. As I lay there, I thought back to the commencement speaker's words and how I had followed his advice. Today, I had taken risks. I had helped others. And if having intercourse with two women in one day counted as "Aiming high", I had followed all of his sage advice and as he promised, I had achieved a large measure of success and contentment. Graduation Day After dropping the room key at the Principal's office, I strolled to my car, pretty pleased with how the day had gone. I had seen the parents of all my students, except one. That was the one drawback, since he was failing, and a kick in the ass may have gotten him going, to improve. Now, it was home, maybe stop for a cold one and a bite at Harry's Place. Nobody to rush home to, since the divorce, so I might as well. The parking lot was almost empty now as I crossed to my Jeep Cherokee. I stopped at my door as I heard another vehicle, a cab, and someone got out, tossed money at the driver, and came rushing towards the High School. The cab zipped away as soon as she was out. "They're pretty much closed up in there!" I hollered. She stopped and turned to me, noticing me for the first time. "Damn! DAMN! Do you know if Mr. Porter is still in there?" "I'm sure he's not. Is that who you wanted to see?" She walked closer, and immediately I noticed her figure, classic hourglass, like old B movie stars of a bygone era. She was tall in her heels, but probably 5'5 without, red hair worn back from her face. "Yes, I tried to get here on time, but my job, my replacement was late! Do you know if he has e-mail I can write to, Maybe reschedule?" "We all have e-mails, or you could send a letter to the school." "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were a teacher, you seem so young, sorry, no offense." "None taken." I stretched out my hand. "Dan Porter, nice to meet you. You must be Brian's mom. I was expecting you." She had a good strong grip. "Oh, no, I'm not his Mom, I'm actually his grandmother, his Legal Guardian. I guess neither of us could work in a carnival, guessing ages!" Looking closely now, I could see she was about fifty or so. But Brian was a 17 year old senior. It didn't compute. I guess if both Mom and Grannie gave birth at 16, it could. She seemed self-conscious at my wandering eyes. I look younger than my 27 years. I guess my always-present slouch, and clump of dark hair, with jeans and sneakers, give the appearance of a younger man, but since the divorce, I wasn't career motivated, really. "I'm sorry to stop you like this, but if I could reschedule with you, I'd really like to know how Brian's doing." I felt bad being the bearer of bad news, especially here in the parking lot, but felt she was entitled to know the truth. "Honestly? Brian's grades have slipped quite a bit lately." Her face sagged, and now she seemed older. "Oh, Damn...Darn! He's on his own so much! With my hours, I can't keep track of his school work. I guess I'll have to try harder." "Pardon me for saying this, but it's Brian who has to try harder. At 17, he should know he's responsible for his homework. You can't blame yourself." She looked up at me and smiled, then nodded. "He's had a tough year. His Mom had been suffering from cancer. She passed away 3 months ago. He was always a bright kid, a good student. Karen was my only child, and that was so long ago. I'm not used to dealing with boys, anyway." "I'm sorry to hear that... Tell you what, I'll try talking to him, explain that he has to kick it in gear if he wants to graduate in June. If he's willing, I can try to help." Brian seemed like a nice kid, and now I felt badly. And Grandma was so nice, too, picking up after her daughter's death. "Really? You would do that? I'll let him know I'm here for him, too, if he needs tutoring, or anything else." "Deal! And now that you let your cab go, how will you get home?" "Oh, don't worry about me, honey, I got a cell, I'll call." "Not necessary. I'll drop you off on the way." She argued, but eventually climbed in with me. We chatted like old friends, her name was Rose and was easy to talk to. I dropped her off with a big handshake, smile and Thank You. The next day, I spoke with Brian, and he said Grandma had already let him know. I outlined what was needed, and for the next 3 months, he was my most attentive student, his grades shot back into B-, or B's. I got to the point where I was able to forget about Rose and Brian, concentrating on other needy kids, and Graduation Day was upon us and I looked forward to a summer of re-establishing my bachelorhood, with wine, women, and song. After the ceremony, students, faculty and guests milled around the school grounds in the bright June sunlight, and we were all wishing each other a happy summer, when I heard, "Mr. Porter? Mr. Porter!" I turned and it was Brian, in cap and gown, waving as he rushed across the lawn. He was beaming. He gripped my hand and shook vigorously. "I just had to come and thank you, for everything! I just got notice I got accepted to the Community College, and if I get good grades there, I hope to transfer to state!" "That's great, Brian, but don't thank me, your Grandma is very convincing. She believed in you." "Yeah, I know, she's the best!" He turned, and there she was, moving through the swarms, in a wide brimmed yellow hat, bright and airy, over a floral sundress, also brightly colored, like she was ready for the Hamptons or Churchill Downs. Yellow heels with gold hoop ear rings and thick gold chain, glowing proudly. "Mr. Porter! I was hoping to see you today! Our young man seems to have moved on to the next level!" I took her extended hand. To both, I said. "As long as he applies himself, Brian can do whatever he wants, just remember that." The last part was for Brian. "I will, I promise, both of you! Gran, I'll see you later, okay? I got those parties, remember?" She kissed his cheek. "Yes, Dear, now you remember not to be too late, and no drinking and driving, right?" He blushed. "Promise. See ya, Mr. P!" and he was gone in a flash. We stood there for a second. "I wanted to give him a party, but he said without his Mom, it wouldn't be right, so he's just going to other's parties. I guess it's best." I nodded agreement. "And now I have the rest of the day off. What about you?" "Well, I always get invited to parties, but the last thing they want is their teacher hanging around. I'll get out of this suit, and ease my way into summer mode." "Why? You look great in the suit, very professional! Now, you look like a teacher!" "Well, you look terrific! All these young mothers could get a lesson about style from you! You still don't look like a grandmother!" "That's flattering, but they are all in their early forties, I'm 61!" My jaw dropped. "No way!" "Way!" she said brightly. "Just turned 61 in May!" "Honestly, I didn't know how old you were, but I figured 50 just by having a 17 year old grandson." "A real Child Bride, huh? Well, thanks. But I never lie about my age." "Of course not, you look great!" "Thanks again. Listen, I didn't get to properly thank you for helping Brian. Can I interest you in stopping over for a drink? I make a wicked Cosmo?" I thought about it, I really had no plans. "Sure, when?" "I could use one now!" She had a heavy hand with the Vodka. We sat out back of their 3 bedroom house, in the shade, laughing, me telling Teacher stories, her about the bar business. She and her late husband owned 3 different restaurants, bars, clubs, and I could picture her in her younger days, mesmerizing all the men. She would have been a knock-out with that body and the red hair, like Maureen O'Hara. Even now, she still worked a bar, day-shift, entertaining "the old timers," as she called them. By the third Cosmo, we both had perpetual smiles plastered on our faces, and she was slurring a bit. I didn't think I was, but who knows. "Ready for another, Honey?" "You're killing me, Rose! Okay, but I have to use the facilities." We both went inside, and I peed like a race horse, washed up, and she was still in the kitchen, glassy-eyed, watching me. "Everything come out okay?" I laughed. "Yeah, just draining the old pants lizard!" I shouldn't be talking like this, but she's just so down-to-earth. "I hope you shook it good, don't want any mess." "Well, I didn't want to shake it too much! Then, we'd have a problem!" She looked down at my crotch. "I don't know, a good shake now and then is good for a young man like you. If you ever have the need for one, I'm an excellent shaker!" I felt my cock twitch at that, and I was self-conscious. Not knowing what to say, I replied, "I guess from shaking all the drinks." Her eyes narrowed and she handed me my drink and sipped her own. "I know how to do a lot of things, Honey, I also know when a man is getting aroused." "Yeah? And what do you do then?" She put her drink on the counter. "If I like him, I take matters into my own hands." With that, she began opening my pants, slowly, stopping to brush the front, feeling my mound grow, smiling, unbuckling the belt while I yanked off the tie. She unhooked the waist then rubbed me again, and I grew, and she said "You're my first teacher." I replied, "You're my first grandmother!" and she laughed and kissed me as her hand slid into my pants, finding my hard cock. Our tongues probed as she moaned and stroked my full 7 inches, then forced the pants down and I stepped out of them. We kissed again as I felt her full breasts. I found out later, she was a 36DD and I unzipped the back as she bit at my shirt buttons and tore them open. Then she slid to her knees and held my cock, staring, smiling. "Need a shake?" And she stroked it a few times, quickly. "Hmmm, I think it needs more than a shake!" Her lips parted and in I went, first the head, with her tongue circling it, then the shaft, in and out, tight lips and hand, jerking me, too quickly, I wouldn't last long like this! I tried to pull away but she stayed on me, seeming to want me to cum in her mouth. Well, its her mouth, and if it's just a blow job, let me really shoot a load! She was slurping now, the sounds exciting me further, looking at her, kneeling in her floral dress sliding off her shoulders, sucking away, it was beautiful. Faster and harder she went, and I had to warn her. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" The white warmth rushed down my shaft and exploded deep into her throat, and she coughed but swallowed, then swallowed again. I held her head to steady myself, and she kept moving, taking every drop in. She backed off, kissing it, licking the last few drops as they appeared, smiling, quite happy with herself. She stood and took her drink, took a big gulp. "Ahhh, nothing like a Cosmo after a tasty treat!" She drank the rest of it down, than wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my fully, with tongue. My head was swimming. If this is what single life was gonna be like, I may like it! My hands were on her ass, holding her to me, and I had no clothes except my socks. Meanwhile she still had her dress, even if it was unzipped. I let my hands roam and she breathed heavily when I grabbed her boob and ass. I was happy to hear that, meaning we weren't done, yet. I peeled her dress off and let it drop to the floor. I went to work on her bra while she wiggled out of her panties. Both naked, with me sucking at her pointy brown nipples with a touch of sag. She whispered, "Help me up" and I boosted her onto the island in the kitchen, and she laid back, spreading her legs. Her bush was nicely trimmed, probably for swimwear, but very inviting, which is what she intended. I got between her legs, and began trailing kisses up the inner thighs, and I could hear her words of encouragement. "Yes, Baby, like that, hmmm, feels so good!" I got my thumbs up to spread her pussy lips, and her pink wetness shone. I dove in, letting my tongue and nose work against her clit. She squirmed and squealed as I ate away, trying to please her as much as she pleased me. She finally cried out and held my face to her, as she spasmed, and I could taste her juices, thicker than before, saltier, and i knew she had cum. By now, I was hot again. I stood up and slid her body to me, her pussy right at the edge, and she grabbed at my shaft, holding it, trying to force it into her, stabbing with it. I slowed her down and eased in, and her body shook around it as I went in, her legs wrapping around me, holding me in place. Her voice was guttural when she said, "Fuck me, Baby, give it to me, Now!" She was moving already and I just tried to keep up, the energy on this woman! Sixty-one? Awesome! In and out, her hips swirling, gyrating, churning more cum, and I did fuck her harder and faster. "Yeah, Baby, Yeah, yeah!" she grunted and I kept slamming until I could take it no longer, then groaned on my own and arched my back to send it as deep as I could! One shot, then another, and another! I collapsed on her, and she brushed my hair, whispering how good that felt. I knew it did for me! We dressed, slowly, had one more Cosmo, and I took a cab home, returning the next day after Rose explained to Brian how my car had died for some reason. Brian is now at State, with B's all across the board. I still teach, and occasionally go visit Rose at her job. All the old timers grumble about how I should stay with the young chicks, and leave her to the 60 year olds. As long as she's not complaining, I'm gonna keep going back for more! Graduation Day Dear Readers, This is my first submission in this area of story telling. I hope you like it, and maybe even get off on it. If you do, please write me and tell me what you think. Jay * Sally Enfemera strolled into the girls locker room, her last stop before leaving high school for good. Sunday was graduation day and she suddenly realized she'd forgotten to empty her gym locker of her shorts, sneakers and Screamin' Eagles T shirt. Sally reflected on the last season in which she and her squad cheered the boys on to a victorious season, especially the gorgeous blond quarterback Brent -what a hunk. He of the perfect smile and broad shoulders who never has a problem finding a date; all the girls would line up around the building to have a chance at him. 'Not me' thought Sally, I'm saving myself for marriage. My husband will be my first and only...still I wonder what it would be like to have him hold me, and look up to see his gorgeous lips and perfect teeth, parted now to kiss me.... Sally came out of her reverie when she thought she heard a sound in the next aisle. She stepped to her left and peeked around the end locker to see Liz Stempler and Carrie Little standing at the far end of the row. Liz seemed to be sucking on Carrie's left nipple as Carrie swooned; her eyes closed-head thrown back, her mouth opened in a silent Oohhhhh...as Liz nibbled and sucked the other girl's swaying full breasts. He right hand was rubbing across Carrie's gym-shorts covered mound, then Liz brazenly slid her hand down the front under Carrie's shorts and panties, nudging them downward. Sally pulled away so as not to be seen peeking and as her heart pounded in her ears she decided whether she should open her locker quietly and leave, or just leave...or stay; stay and watch the girls together. The few moments she witnessed had already caused her to feel dizzy and weak kneed. 'I musn't watch...what they are doing is so wrong...yet I want to see' she thought, then slowly she moved back to her vantage point. Now though, the scene had changed slightly. This time, Carrie's shorts and panties were lying on the floor in a pile, her half T was pulled up above her swaying breasts and she had one bare foot up on the bench as Liz was on her knees before her with her face and her open mouth pressed firmly into Carrie's opened, cleanly waxed vagina. Sally stared at the girl's bald flesh and swaying breasts as she humped into Liz's open mouth and muttered "Oh... suck it...eat it...yessss... eat that cunt..suck that hot cunt...push your tongue into me....oh oh....my goddddd..... There was no denying how much pleasure Carrie was in, how she was loving this act of defiling by Liz who was now fingering her own naked bare vagina with her other hand as she knelt there. She also seemed to be waxed of all hair from her vagina to her pink asshole that was visible to Sally each time Liz leaned forward. The wet sucking sound of Liz's mouth filled the air and made the scene more lustful. Sally's head was spinning, she felt slightly faint as her heart pounded harder and harder. She pulled back quietly again, forgetting the locker and walking slowly to the exit to the gym. Sally was in shock. Both girls had been in her church choir, they studied bible together with Sally. How could they do such a vulgar act, and be waxed down there like that; and how could Carrie say those words; the 'C' word that she couldn't even let her mind hear or think of 'eat that cunt...suck that hot cunt..'the words echoed back to her as she shook her head and tried to rid herself of them. But the look on Carrie's face, the complete and total joy...NO! That was wrong, and both girls should be counceled by Father Donovan! Sally waited in the gym for a moment letting the lightheaded-ness pass. She resolved to collect her things later when no one was around, perhaps tomorrow before the graduation ceremony. With the echoes of Carries' pleasure and the look on her face imprinted on Sallys mind, she left for home. Once home, Sally prepared her clothes for the next day, then sat down to put the finishing touches on her valedictorian speech. Soon though, the images and sounds returned to her mind, perhaps they had never left-and might never. 'Eat that cunt...suck that hot cunt...' She had always hated that word. It was degrading she thought, yet in the context it might be...what...acceptable? How could that be, how could their lewd act and their language be anything but degrading to women? And what could that be like for Liz, what could it possibly be like to openly mouth another woman's wet open vagina? Surely that couldn't be enjoyable-but Liz was moaning, fingering her own vagina-and the look on their faces was...was...evil, that's what. Only evil could be there, evil's doing for certain. And having removed their vaginal hair made them seem so...exposed so... sluttish. After reading the speech carefully, Sally leaned back into the high backed chair and yawned. Her eyelids felt heavy and the chair felt so warm-so inviting. Soon, she drifted into a deep slumber. "Oh eat it Sally, suck that cunt...eat that cunt Sally stick your tongue deep into me." Sally had unknowingly taken Liz's place in her dream state. Now she could taste the hot girl wetness from Carrie's open vagina as she pressed and humped her wetness into Sally's face, her mouth was full of vagina, her nose pressed into Carries clitoris as her tongue reached deeper into her hot hole. She licked and sucked the slick shaven mound and wanted more, she wanted to lick and tongue the younger girls ass cheeks and deep into her hole...she reached up in her dreaminess caressing the girls full breasts and hard nipples... Then Sally woke abruptly. Her heart pounded like a jackhammer. She realized her nipples had grown hard and a strange sensation emanated from her vagina. Sally shook off the crazy thoughts and got ready for a shower, then bed. She remembered that a lot of the kids were going to have a beach party later on after graduation, so she got out her two piece bathing suit and while doing that she remembered she'd better 'groom' herself as well. In a few minutes, she stood under the pelting hot shower enjoying its soothing heat. She shampooed, rinsed and shampooed a second time. She lathered her body with thick slippery suds, enjoying the feel of her hands on her body, on her small but sensitive breasts. She stepped out of the spray and applied shaving cream to her pubic mound in order to groom herself for the swim suit bottom, her fur was light blonde, but still not proper for swimwear; pubic curls darting out from there just wouldn't be acceptable. As she began to trim herself, her mind drifted back again, how she stared at Carrie's mound, then at Liz's and how all her hair was removed even down to her backside...and then of her dream, and how she easily slid into Liz's role of cunt sucker, cunt licker...there was that word again, that forbidden awful word...she visualized these things and heard the words as she trimmed carefully, then replayed how Liz' mouth looked full of cunt juice, her fingers plunging into her own hole as Carrie's eyes were closed her head thrown back, her naked bare cunt lips open and exposed...Sally came too again, and realized that in her reverie, she had shaved nearly all of the left side of her mound and had started on the right side! 'Oh..what did I do?..what was I thinking? Oh my...I was so distracted I...I guess I have to even it up now.' She continued until all that was left was a small short strip above. She rinsed and washed off the remaining soap with her hand, and felt her bare slick mound for the first time. She shivered as her hand glided across her nakedness, then while thinking 'what the hell' she picked up the razor and removed the small strip too. Sally dried off and wiped the mirror with her towel, seeing herself for the first time. Removing the blond fur made her look twelve instead of eighteen. Her nipples were fully hardened and extended like small pencil erasers. Slowly, she applied a soothing lotion to her mound and noticed her breathing quickened and her heart beat a little faster. She closed her eyes and in a moment she was back again, peering around the end locker seeing Carrie with her leg up on the bench, her vagina lips slightly parted and glistening. Now Liz was not there. In her dream state, Carrie's eyes burned into Sally's and beckoned her to step forward. Sally with her now bare mound walked forward and this time Carrie dropped to her knees, lifted Sally's leg up to the bench, brought her nose up to Sally's vagina and inhaled. "Mmmm yummy. Open up baby." "Whaaa?" "Open, open wide and let mommie lick you." "Lic...?" "Lick, suck, eat, munch, Munch a munch your cuny cunt." "Noooo.. don't say that." "Don't say what baby?" "That word. Don't say that word. It's wrong..." "Oh no baby I won't. You will." "Huh?" "You will baby girl if you want some of what I'm going to give you. That's my rule now Sally. You want my mouth on you? You gotta use the word. You must ask, otherwise I won't do it, and you know you want me to Sally, don't you?" As she spoke Carrie nuzzled her nose against Sally's clitoral hood and rubbed side to side. Then, she spread Sally's vaginal lips apart and lightly blew her warm breath on Sally's open wet pinkness. Instinctively in her dream state, Sally pressed forward into Carrie's imaginary nose wanting to feel the pressure wanting the most intimate of contact with her lips and open mouth. She stroked her hands across her nipples sending shocks to her open vagina. "Ungghhh....oh please....please do it, please..." She whispered to her imagination. "Do what baby, please do what?" Carrie teased as she blew more warm air. Sally was leaking fluid now, and she knew it... she also knew she would succumb, she wanted release so bad, she wanted to cum with Carrie's mouth sucking her...her cunt. She also wanted to taste herself, to taste what Carrie would taste and with her eyes still closed she let her fingers drift from her rock hard nipples to her dripping wetness. She opened herself with one hand and scooped wetness with two fingers then fed the fingers to her mouth, tentative at first and having tasted her excitement, she scooped more and more wetness, feeding herself from her open vagina like drinking from a fountain. The taste was nice, slick and warm. With her wetness in her own mouth she realized she was beyond the point of no return. She began to use the two fingers to deeply finger fuck herself as she knew she had to, and heard herself mumble to the imaginary Carrie: " Please oh please eat me, suck my...my c..cunt eat it, lick my open cunt, suck my cunt juice...lick my asshole... Carrie I'm begging you..." Then as Carrie smiled and engulfed her open cunt the only sound left was the sound of her own wetness echoing off the bathroom walls as Sally drew her knees up and deeply fingered her cunt to a squirting, asshole puckering orgasm- the likes of which she had never known. To say she saw stars was nothing. She was elevated to a previously unknown level of lust. She moaned as she squirted from her cunt and made a pool on the floor. Her hand slowly roamed her newly slick mound as her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes slowly and saw that she was back, alone in her bathroom only now she still had her own taste in her mouth and wondered what Carrie's cunt would taste like, if it would be as sweet as her own. The next day, was graduation. Sally retrieved her things from the locker and gave them to her mother before going to the soccer field to line up in cap and gown. Not surprisingly she stood next to Carrie, she knew she would as they had done the rehearsal one week before. The smiled hello to each other as they waited for the procession to begin. "So you ready for this?" Carrie said. "Yeah, I'm so glad this day is here." "You going to the beach party later?" "Umm yes, I'll be there." Sally said. "Oh great Sal, we'll have a good time." "I guess Liz will be there...?" Carrie looked at Sally quizzically for a brief second "Uh, no-she's going with her family to the city for a big party." "Oh, then I'll see you there." "Uh huh...unless Brent is there..." "Why, Brent wouldn't take a second look at...me." "Why not Sally? You're pretty, and hell you're a lot smarter than any of those girls." Carrie smiled. "Umm thanks-oops, here we go..." Sally said as the line began to move forward. After the introductions by the principal and a few words by the assistant, Sally was introduced and gave an inspirational speech. The applause went on for several minutes and as Sally sat down, Carrie hugged her and said congratulations. Many of the graduates nearby did the same, but it was Carrie's scent that stayed with Sally. No one else knew, but while Sally was speaking, all she could think about was that under her gown, under her skirt and panties- her pussy, her cleanly shaven smooth mound was bare as a baby and only she knew it. The thought of it made her feel wet, as did the possibility of being with Carrie on the beach that night. As they left the school, Sally turned at the sound of her name "Sally, see you later right?" it was Carrie waving with a gorgeous smile. "Y...yes...see you later." Sally stammered, then joined her family as they went to a small celebratory luncheon. At five thirty, Sally sat on the edge of her bed wrapped in a bath towel. Her mind was racing with overlapping thoughts, voices giving instructions-which suit to wear, should she wear her hair differently, should she wear makeup to the beach, what about a body spray? What would happen if she got close to Carrie...all she could think about was her dream, the dirty words that were said, the scene she witnessed of Carrie's open vagina being sucked. 'STOP' she said out loud, in an attempt to take control of herself again. She decided on the red string two-piece, with a dark green & blue cover up. She'd wear light simple makeup and bring a scrunchie for her hair just in case she went into the water. 'There. Decision made!' she said to herself. As she dressed, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror. She applied deodorant, and a little body butter, especially to her shaven mound. Looking at it, she felt so lewd, so wanton. She smiled wondering what her gynecologist Dr. Richardson would think if she left herself that way for he next annual; exam. Boy would he be speechless! Soon, she waved goodbye to her mom and dad and drove off to the beach in her graduation present, a Jeep wrangler. She had packed a towel and blanket as well as some cheeses and crackers to share with her friends as well as a few six packs of wine coolers. By the time she got to the beach parking lot, the crowd was immense. She knew her friends always met at the west end and she silently hoped Carrie would be there too. Some kids were wearing their mortarboards a few had cut up their graduation gowns into beach wear, most were very funny. She spotted her crowd at the far end and saw they were waving to her. As she smiled, Sally searched the crowd for one face, but she wasn't there. She hugged everyone and they wished congratulations all around, especially to Sally for her speech. The mid June sun was surprisingly hot for this time of day, so Sally ran down to the waters edge with her friend Lisa and Kelly. Jim and Jeff their boyfriends werenbusy getting a bar-b-que pit dug and filled with coals. The girls dove in but soon the boys joined them and again left Sally to herself. As she rose, dripping out of the water, she came face to face with Carrie. "Hi, you made it." Sally said with a big smile. "Yeah, I got stuck on the bridge, the traffic is crazy. Is the water cold?" "No, not bad." Sally said and noticed a small smile on Carrie's face as her eyes darted quickly from Sally's chest to her eyes. Sally glanced down and noticed that her hardened nipples were standing far out and made sharp points in her small red top. Sally glanced up into Carrie's eyes and blurted out " Oh I guess it's colder than I thought , either that or I'm in love." Then after a moment they both laughed out loud. "Well then, I'm going in too!" The girls laughed hysterically as they splashed and dove back in. "Ahhh...I thought you said it wasn't cold!" Carrie screamed as the cool water surrounded her. "I'll get you Sally." She said as she dove under and came up along side her. Sally laughed hysterically and swam for shore, but not before Carrie playfully reached for her and accidentally pulled one of Sally's Bikini strings which un-knotted Sally's bottom taking it off nearly completely. Sally screamed and grabbed for it before it was lost which put Carrie into another fit of hysteria. "I'll make sure there are no sharks around." Carrie said gaily as she dove down and watched Sally reposition and retie her bottom. Sally's only thought was 'Oh my god she probably saw my naked vagina!' A moment later, Carrie resurfaced and looked into Sally's eyes laughing as she did. "Oops that could have been a problem." she said breathlessly. "Okay, I've had enough for now, c'mon let's get out." The two walked out of the surf together and ran to Sally's blue checkered blanket. The guys had gotten the fire started and the charcoal smell seemed to trigger their appetite. Sally set out paper plates and cheese with crackers and opened the small container of wine coolers. She opened two and offered one to Carrie. She gulped half of it down in a few seconds. "Oh god that's good, thanks." Sally smiled and ate some cheese and they started to talk about their plans after the summer. Lisa and Kelly joined them and their were happy greetings as other graduates stopped by, sat down and shared wine, beer and food. Soon, Sally's blanket became the center of the celebration and they enjoyed the camaraderie even as Carrie and Sally ate and drank, and stole glances at each other across the blanket. Sally thought back to the incident with her bikini bottom, and how Carrie quickly dove down. 'did she dive down to see my vagina? To see if I was shaven? Or am I just making that up in my own mind? I wish it was because she wanted to see me, I wish I could just tell her of my dream fantasy earlier today, and that I know about her and Liz, and how she eats and sucks...cunt-and how I wish it was mine she was sucking right now!' The sun began to set, and the fire in the pit was now becoming an even brighter source of light. A boom box radio played in the background as more graduates showed up with cases of beer. Sally knew that this party would go on into the early hours. The wine coolers were having their desired effect, so as Carrie was in conversation with Jeff, Sally spotted Brent down the beach and decided to go and say congratulations to him. She was a little lit, but she felt good. She got up and strolled off to where the guys were tossing a football. A half dozen girls with micro bikinis stood hopefully off to the side. Brent turned to catch an overhead bomb and saw Sally approaching. "Hey Sally, good speech." he said smiling and offering his hand. The wine coolers allowed Sally to ignore the hand and step in for a hug. Brent Smiled and hugged her back. He liked Sally, but they never seemed to connect outside of school. Brent waved the other guys off as he tossed the ball back and invited Sally to sit and have a drink with him. "So where to next?" he said, while opening the drinks. "I'm going to college, then maybe nursing school. How about you?" "Yeah, college on a football scholarship. I really want to stay on the east coast but the scholarships are all in the south, so I'm heading to Florida." As they talked, Sally observed Brent closely for the first time. He was nicer than she'd thought he'd be. He wasn't so full of himself like people had said. He was muscular and tall, with a perfect smile and warm inviting spirit, but as they talked Sally realized one big thing. It was Carrie she wanted to be with. Graduation Day Soon, when there was a break in their discussion, she made her excuses to get back to her friend and wished Brent good luck in school. Brent looked somewhat puzzled, as he knew that most women would want to stay once he acknowledged them. Sally had been gone for a half hour by the time she returned to the blanket. Carrie wasn't there. She looked up and down the beach but when she didn't see her she asked Kathy. "Oh...I think I saw her heading to the parking lot a minute ago..." Sally sprinted off as she was finishing her sentence. Sally ran frantically hoping she hadn't insulted Carrie by going off to see Brent and thereby ruining her chance to...to what-to be with Carrie sexually? What ever would make me think that she..would want... "Hey." She heard Carrie calling and spotted her standing of to her left. "Where are you going?" Carrie said as she closed the trunk of her car. "Uhh I was trying to find you. I'm sorry I didn't mean to leave you..." Sally said as she saw that Carrie was putting on a beach top. "Leave me? What do you mean? I just came to get my cover-up, it's getting chilly...did you think I was leaving because you went off to see Brent? C'mon you're kidding right?" Sally felt suddenly foolish and was speechless. "I thought you were mad at me." she said finally. Carrie stared at her and smiled, then she stepped forward and took Sally's hands. She pulled Sally closer until their breasts touched, Sally inhaled sharply when she felt her and looked up to her cleavage, then to her mouth, then to her eyes- Carrie leaned over and pressed her mouth onto Sally's. Her head was dizzy with desire as she responded back and pressed her mouth tighter and opened her mouth and fought with Carrie's tongue. There was no car, there was no beach, no parking lot-there was nothing. Her mouth was filled with Carrie's kiss and her heart was surging in her chest. After what seemed like minutes Sally moaned as she felt Carries hand caress her ass and pulled their hips in tighter. She felt Carrie's fingers roam over Sally's bikini top and stroke her now hard nipples. Sally exhaled and groaned when she felt her hard nipples and without thinking, she placed both hands on Carrie's breasts and squeezed. Carrie's breasts were larger, fuller with more weight and roundness then her own. All she wanted now was to feel Carrie's breasts in her mouth. They broke the kiss and stared at each other with half lidded lustful eyes. "Does that feel like I'm mad at you?" Carrie smiled. Sally took her hand and led her back to the car. Carrie unlocked it and slid into the back seat. Without uttering a word, she turned her back towards Sally. Sally saw the knot in her top, and holding her breath, she pulled the string. The weight of Carrie's breasts, now free, drew the top down by itself. She stared at Sally as she leaned forward and allowed her breasts to sway free. Her nipples were swollen and distended. Sally stared at them, then reached slowly and stroked the smooth swaying mounds. She lifted them and felt their fullness. Her vagina was wet now and her mind was clouded with forbidden thoughts. She leaned forward and as if guided by nature, she took Carries breast into her mouth and sucked. Carrie swooned and let out a groan that told Sally there would be no turning back now in this back seat. There would be a culmination of heat that she had wanted ever since she saw the two girls together the day before. She sucked wildly at her breasts, pulling and licking them all over. Instinctively she moved lower, licking Carrie's belly and below to the top of her bathing suit bottom. Sally glanced up, wanting to go lower, but suddenly afraid. Carrie smiled and reached to the side and pulled both strings. Sally stared at her, and when Carrie closed her eyes again, Sally nudged the bikini bottom aside and kept sliding lower. Now, she was face to face with Carrie's open vagina. She couldn't believe she was four inches away, and even more, she couldn't believe that she wasn't repulsed. Her vagina was beautiful, like a lovely orchid. Lips slightly parted, glistening wetness visible between them. Sally plied the lips open with her thumbs and Carrie responded with a moan and opened her legs wider. "Suck me...Oh, suck me Sally." She urged. Sally felt her heart pound and pressed her lips to Carrie's vagina. Once there, she felt a hot rush of lust and opened her mouth as they two had opened their mouths earlier and exchanged tongues, and she engulfed Carries vagina. She licked her tongue between the lips up to the hooded clit and back down. She plunged her tongue into the molten hot wetness. She placed her hands on Carrie's ass and fed on her vagina like open ripe fruit. There was no stopping Sally, she fed like she had been starving and Carrie's vagina was a buffet. There was no repulsion, rather there was wanton lust. "Oh god...oh my god you're eating my cunt so good, oh I'm going to cum in your mouth Sally, I'm going to cum so good....uhhhh.....unnnnnnuugghhh....." Sally felt hot wetness wash over her face as she had a small orgasm herself. Carrie knew she had crossed over to a place that was beyond her wildest idea. She sat back and undid her top. Carrie leaned forward and kissed Sally again but this time the kiss was deeper and harder. She reached down and undid Sally's string bottom and pulled it free. Sally knew that her own vagina was exposed in it's shaven nakedness. She was so happy that she had 'accidentally' done it. Carrie's fingers played with Sally's smaller breasts as she tasted herself on Sally's lips and tongue. She pulled Sally up onto the seat and kissed her way down to Sally's navel and licked there. "Oh what a pretty pussy Sally, what a pretty shaven slick pussy." "Oh my...Oh...." Sally murmured as she felt Carrie nibble the area above her vagina. "Make me say it..." Sally whispered. "Say what baby?" "Make me say...the 'C' word..." "Mmmm oh yes...you'll say it Sally. I know you will baby." Carrie said, understanding immediately. She positioned herself on the car floor and drew Sally's knees up to her chest opening her vagina wide. She blew cool air on her open wet pink inside as Sally moaned. "Oh...yes...oh my...please...." Carrie ignored her pleas and nibbled the smooth flesh on the inside of her thigh. She began to suck the skin, causing a hickie to appear as Sallie squirmed. "You are so exposed to me Sally, your pussy is so wet and open, your pink asshole is so inviting. I wonder what you would like me to do baby." "Oh, eat me, suck me...suck me please..." "Suck what baby, suck what?" Me oh god Carrie my...my..." "Your what? Say it and I will suck you off, I will lick and suck you until you cum like you made me cum-but not until you say it" "My...oh suck my c..cunt...my hot open wet cunt..." "Oh yes baby...now I will." Then with her knees held open and up to her chest, Carrie openly ate Sally's spread vagina with wet slurping sucking sounds. She licked and sucked her clitoris by opening the wet lips and holding the clitoral hood up. She sucked Sally's clitoris like a small penis. Sally's body shook as she came in squirting streams all over Carrie's face. She then licked Sally's asshole as she finger fucked her cunt with three fingers. A few moments later, Sally was licking Carries vagina again, and licked her asshole as well. Later, they lie quietly, Sally's face against Carries breast. "I feel so...different...so fulfilled. Thank you." Carrie lifted Sally's chin to kiss her. "I should thank you. I wanted you all day Sally. You were so delicious too. Can I see you tomorrow?" "But, what about Liz? I thought you two were...together." "Huh, well we are sometimes, like yesterday when you saw us..." "You knew?" Carrie laughed "Yes silly, you were standing opposite a mirror. We purposely made it very dirty for you. But, no she actually has a girlfriend. I don't." Sally looked up into the greenest eyes she had ever seen and smiled. "You do now." Graduation Day It was March, a cold winter day. She was sitting in her classroom, grading yet another stack of papers when he came in. He was one of her favorites—smart, respectful, friendly, tall, dark complexion, deep brown eyes, a sweetly crooked smile and a great body. Although she knew it wasn't appropriate, she had a little crush on him. Of course, she would never do anything about it—he was only 17, she was 37, and he was her student. But, she did have dreams about it, and she did find herself finding way to help him often in class, just so she could lean over his desk and drink in his smell. He always smelled fantastic, even after wrestling practice, and sometimes, after he gave her a hug, she'd still be able to smell him on her clothes. He was a sweet kid, and she would be sad to see him graduate in June. That day when he came in, his normally cheerful greeting didn't come out. Instead, he sat down at the stool by her desk, saying nothing. She looked up and saw that he was on the verge of tears. "What's wrong?" she asked, wanting desperately to take him in her arms and hold him "She dumped me." "I'm sorry, Dameon. That's terrible. Do you want to talk about it?" "She dumped me for a girl." Now, for a kid like Dameon, a girl dumping him for another girl is a huge blow to his ego. Although he appeared confident on the outside, he was really very shy and awkward around girls. He was much too big of a flirt, and most girls didn't take him seriously. "Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry. You do know that it wasn't you, right?" "Yes, but . . .," he stopped, and just sank further into himself. She hesitated a little, but the mother in her came out and she got up from her desk and went around to him and opened her arms for a hug. He came to her, and she could smell him, as always, and her heart jumped a little as he wrapped his arms around her. "I loved her . . ." and then he started to cry softly. "Shh, it's okay." She held him close, and tried to ignore the feel of his breath on her breasts. She could feel its warmth come through her thin blouse, and she found herself imagining him caressing them and kissing them through the cloth. He gathered his composure quickly, realizing how it must look to be crying in his teacher's classroom, and said, "Thanks. I needed that. You always know how to make me feel better." "Not a problem, Dameon. You know I'm always here for you." "I'll see you tomorrow." He headed for the door, and for some reason, she stopped him. "Dameon . . ." He turned to her, his whole face was darkened with his heart break. "Look, this may not mean anything coming from me, since I'm old enough to be your mother, but, I think any girl who'd dump you is completely crazy. You're such a great guy. You're smart, you're sweet, you're funny, and you are also very easy on the eyes. It's her loss, and someone else's gain." "Thanks, Mrs. S." He smiled a little and started to head back out the door. "Wait . . ." He turned around again and said, "You think I'm good-looking?" "Yes, very much so. And I know a lot of other girls do to." He came back towards her desk, and she wasn't sure what he was doing. She sat down on the stool, her heart pounding a little, thinking she had crossed the line with him. He walked up to her and stood in front of her, and again, she could smell his cologne, and it made her stomach flip slightly. "Can I ask you a question that you will answer honestly?" "Of course." "Would you sleep with me?" She gasped a little at his question, and tried to stop the flush that rushed to her cheeks. "Well, Dameon, you're seventeen, and I'm your teacher, and that wouldn't be appropriate in any way." He stepped closer to her. "That's not what I asked. Would you sleep with me? If I wasn't seventeen and I wasn't your student?" She thought for a moment. She wanted to say yes, but what good would it do? First of all, he couldn't possibly be interested in her. Secondly, she was married. Thirdly, it could cost her her job. He stared at her with his dark eyes and she heard herself gasping out, "Yes." He smiled when he heard it. He leaned over and kissed her firmly on the mouth. She tried to resist, but she found herself kissing back, enjoying his firm lips on hers. He broke the kiss and headed towards the door once more. Before he walked out, he turned and said, "I turn 18 on June 4. I graduate on June 5." He walked away down the hallway. She sat for a moment as images of the two of them writhing in sweaty sheets ran through her head and she realized that her panties were soaked. She went back to her desk and tried to focus on her papers. As the months towards graduation went by, Dameon came to her class every day, and she thought she saw him looking at her more intently. Although nothing had changed in his behavior towards her, she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, and she found herself using him as fantasy fodder when she pulled her vibrator out of the drawer. Class was over for the day, and for the year. She sat down at her desk, and opened up her gradebook, double checking that all the grades were in. Graduation was tomorrow, and then she'd have three months of peace and quiet until it started all over again. As she scanned her book, she stopped on Dameon's name. His smile flashed across her thoughts, and she remembered what he had said. "I turn 18 on June 4. I graduate on June 5." She gathered her things and headed towards her car. As she reached her car, she saw him waiting for her. Her heart leaped, and she paused for a moment, composing herself. "Hey, Dameon. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be getting ready for graduation tomorrow?" "Yes, but, there was something I wanted to ask you," he said, staring at her intently. "Well, if it's about your grade, you did fine. 95%. I'm very proud of you." "Thank you, but it's not about that. I wanted to ask if you meant what you said back in March?" Her thoughts rushed back to that day and she immediately flushed. As much as she should deny it, she didn't want to. At that moment she realized that he was 18, so their being together would no longer be illegal. She felt herself get very warm and wet at the thought of him touching her, feeling her, invading her. "Well, I . . ." she stammered, not sure how to answer his question. He continued to stare at her, and his eyes made her knees want to go weak. He came closer to her and ran his hand down the side of her face. His arm brushed her breast, and her nipples immediately rose to attention. She caught her breath, and wanted nothing more than to touch his bare skin and feel him inside her. He must have sensed her excitement, because he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, this time sliding his tongue between her lips. She did not resist, and wrapped her arms around him, sliding one hand down to his firm ass. They kissed deeply for some time, and then realized that she was not the only one aroused. She felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh, making her even more excited. She suddenly remembered where they were and pushed him away, saying, "Dameon, we can't." He smiled and agreed. "You're right. Not until tomorrow. After graduation I'm going to my parent's beach house. They think I'm having a graduation party with my friends, but I'm going to be all alone. At least, until you get there." He slipped a piece of paper into her hand. "Please join me. Be my graduation present." He kissed her one more time on the cheek and walked away. When he was out of sight, she opened the note he had given her and saw an address and directions. She got into her car and masturbated quickly, all the while imagining it was him touching her. She couldn't sleep all night, wondering what she was going to do. She knew she shouldn't, but then after 12:00 on June 5, he was no longer her student, so technically, she wasn't breaking any rules. She would be cheating on her husband, but that wasn't illegal. And he was eighteen. As these thoughts ran through her mind, she fell asleep imagining his hands running all over her body, kissing her, touching her, and she fell asleep as she imagined what it would feel like to have him cum inside her. Graduation was short and sweet, and when she headed out of the building at 1:00, she realized that she was going to meet him. She was going to meet him at his beach house and fuck him. She drove home quickly, thankful her husband was working all weekend. She showered, shaved her legs and pussy, and then dressed in the sexiest things she could find. She left a note for her husband that she was spending the weekend with a girlfriend so he wouldn't be looking for her. As she drove to his beach house, her stomach flip-flopped. She had been imagining this day for months, and trying to pretend that she didn't want it, but now, she was scared. What if was turned off by her body? She was 37 after all, and she had quite a few sags and wrinkles. She had never been thin, and although she wasn't super heavy, she felt her curves were a little too much. She still had quite nice breasts, 40DD, but she had never been a fantastic beauty, and while time was treating her really well, Dameon was the type of guy she had only dreamed about being with. She tried not think about it as she drove on, stopping only once to masturbate quickly in her car. When she arrived at the house, there was only one car in the driveway—his black Jeep. She pulled up in front, and she almost drove away again. She knew that as soon as she saw him, she'd never be able to leave—this was her chance to not make a huge mistake. Just as she was about to put her car back in drive, he opened the door. He stood in the doorway in his shirt and tie from graduation, his smile shining towards her. She turned off the car, and headed towards him. When she got to the door, he kissed her passionately and said, "I wasn't sure you'd come." She couldn't even speak—she couldn't believe she was here. She walked in and found the whole room lit with candles and a roaring fire. It was a small house, and the living room doubled as a bedroom. The bed was made with beautiful pillows and covers, and candles all around it. She had no idea he was such a romantic. As he closed the door, he pulled her to him and kissed her again, this time running his fingers down her body, caressing her breasts and then hugging her close to him. She melted into him, enjoying his smell and his heat. They kissed as he led her to the bed, and then gently pushed her down onto the bed. He stood before her and removed his shirt and tie, and the body that she had only an inkling of was revealed. He was muscled, with defined abs, but not so big that he looked out of proportion. She touched his abs with her hands, feeling the individual muscles, and running her fingers along his treasure trail, afraid to go further. He closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy her touch. He laid down next to her and she kissed his chest and abs and face, wanting to caress every part of him. After a time, he stopped her and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. He began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her large breasts, and he caressed them through her bra, making her nipples harden and breath come fast. She could feel his cock pressing into her pussy, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. He slide off her to his feet and began to slide her skirt up and then she stopped him. "Dameon, wait. I'm not quite sure why you're doing this, but you may not like what you see." He kissed her inner thighs, pushing her skirt higher. "What do you mean?" "Well, I am 37, and I'm not in the greatest shape, and well, look at you." She sat up and pulled her shirt closed. "This is a bad idea. I need to leave." She got up and almost ran for the door. He followed her and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him once more. "Mrs. S, I don't care how old you are. You are beautiful. Ever since you were so nice to me when Leila dumped me, I've had a huge crush on you. I know you think I'm just a horny teenager who wants to get laid, but I care about you. I want you. And if you don't believe me, maybe this will prove it." He grabbed her hand and slide it down to his cock, which she could feel straining to release itself from his pants. "Please, let me . . ." She kissed him fiercely and they stumbled to the bed. They fell onto it, and she fumbled at his pants to get them open. When she finally did, his cock popped out, all 8 inches of it, and she quickly devoured it. She could feel her pussy oozing and couldn't wait for him to fuck her. As she continued to suck his cock, he slid his hand under her skirt and touched her pussy, sliding a finger under her wet panties and onto her clit. She almost came from the shock of his warm fingers on her. She moaned, and he slid a finger inside her, then two. He finger fucked her as she deep-throated his cock, his finger movements helping her in her cock sucking. She pulled away and stood, removing the rest of her clothing, and he did the same. She laid down on the bed and said, "Fuck me, please!" He smiled at her and climbed on top of her, thrusting his cock into her hard. She screamed from the contact, almost cumming immediately. He began to move rhythmically, pushing hard up against her, burying himself as deeply as he could. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, keeping him as close as she could, wanting him as deep inside her as he could get. As they moved together, she could feel herself getting closer and closer, and she sensed he was the same. They continued to move against each other, faster and deeper until she came in a gushing flow, a scream of ecstasy escaping from her mouth. He came almost immediately, and she could feel his cock pumping into her. He collapsed on top of her, panting, sweat glistening on his smooth chest. He rolled next to her and kissed her, basking in the moment. "Happy Graduation," she said as he began to caress her breasts one more time. Graduation Day After four years of hard work and, to be fair, hard partying, it was all finished. We’d all passed our BA (Hons) Degree in Business Studies at Edinburgh University with varying degrees of success, but the main thing was that we had all passed! Over the four years we had formed a pretty tight group - nine of us in all, a spread of blokes and girls. Some of us were in relationships, others not. There had been some who had paired off in the group, some of which had worked out others had not, but everyone had remained friends. All good, and graduation day was here. We were all dressed up to the nines for the event: the girls all had smart skirt suits on and the guys were all in full kilt attire (traditional for an event like this in Scotland). After all the pomp and fanfare of graduation day, we had arranged to go out for a meal, along with various family members who had joined us for the celebrations. There were 25 of us in total, including Gill, Derek and Mike - the three mates I was tightest with. The meal was a fairly boozy affair with the wine flowing freely - as our parents were picking up the tab, we weren’t holding back! After two or three hours, the extended family members all headed off either to their hotels and a couple of them went for a quiet drink elsewhere, leaving the rest of us to party properly. It was going to be a long night!! After a few pubs, we ended up in the student union - I’m sure this was the smartest attire the surroundings had seen since this time last year! We had managed to commandeer a group of tables not too far from the bar, but it was like having our own private area. Gill was sitting across from me, with her legs crossed. Her skirt was ridding up to show a good amount of her perfect thighs, covered in very sheer black tights. She’d taken her jacket off, leaving her dark red silk blouse clinging to her full breasts - Gill had quite a slight frame, so her 32DD tits looked huge on her, but at the same time very pert. They always caught my eye! Damn shame she had a boyfriend, albeit an absentee one. I needed a drink! “My round”, I announced. “Who wants what?” Having collected a sizeable order, I headed to a crowded bar. Whilst leaning on the bar, I felt a pair of hands grab my waist. “Thought you might need a hand” said Gill. “Cheers dear! Having fun then?” I asked. “Brilliant night so far, just don’t want it to end” she grinned. “I’m sure we’ll manage to keep going for a while longer! Why don’t we all head back to my flat after the bar closes and we can carry on partying? I’ve got some beers and some vodka in the flat, and I’m sure Dek might have some other indulgences!” I suggested. “Sounds like a plan” she replied. The barmaid had finally spotted me, and came over and took my order. Gill placed her arm round my waist. “So Mike, are we a true Scotsman tonight then?” Have to say, the question caught me by surprise a little, but when you’re out in pubs in a kilt that kind of question does come up, and I came back with my standard response. “That’s for me to know Gill, and for...” before I could finish my line, she put her hand up the bottom of my kilt, slowly bringing it higher. “...and for me to find out?” she queried. In a flash, her hand had gone right up my kilt and grabbed a handful of my cock. I’m not of monster proportions, but bigger than average I would say. “Ooh, you are. Very impressive” she smiled as she pulled her hand out. “Jesus Gill, I wasn’t expecting that. You’ve given me an instant hard on”. “Really? Didn’t know I would have that quick an effect on you” she said. Her hand moved across my waist and down the front of my kilt, grabbing my cock through the material. I was rock hard by now. “Much more fun the first way” I suggested. Gill moved her hand slowly to the bottom of my kilt, and started to run her hand up my thighs. She slowly teased me getting closer and closer, then instead of grabbing my cock like before, she took both of my balls in her hand and started massaging them. “Hmm, nice and full” she said, smirking. My cock was as hard as it had ever been by now, and I think Gill sensed this. She moved her hand across and started stroking very slowly. I could feel some pre-cum starting to gather, allowing Gill to moisten the head. “Somebody really is horny!” she said as she slowly kept stroking away. Gill rose up on her toes and nibbled at my ear “That’s enough for you, down boy!” She turned to the bar and picked up a couple of our drinks. “Hope you find someone to take advantage of that” she grinned, winked and walked off to the crowd. Half of me was fit to burst having had a very sensual and horny five minutes, the other half was frustrated that she had left me in such a state and not finished anything. The one bonus was that the sporran of the kilt did allow me to hide what would otherwise have been a very obvious erection that I was now sporting! The barmaid came back with the final drinks and my change, giving me a very knowing smile. I had been oblivious to the fact that the whole time this had been going on with Gill, the barmaid had been delivering drinks to us, and probably had a very good view. I made my way back to the tables with a tray of drinks. Gill was sitting in the corner just grinning away at me. I smiled back, and decided that one way or another I was definitely going to have some more fun at some stage tonight. The rest of the night passed without any other real incidents. We all had a blast and were ready to keep on going for at least another couple of hours so, as promised, I invited everyone back to the flat. There were about ten of us initially, but after an hour or two it had thinned out to just myself, Dek, Mike and Gill. Most of the beer I had in the fridge was gone now, and we were on to the last of the vodka. Gill and I were sitting on the couch picking different tunes on the iPod, Dek and Mike were sitting at the table rolling some interesting looking cigarettes!! A few drinks later, and a few smokes, we were all feeling pretty chilled - some more than others! Dek and Mike had pretty much passed out on the floor and armchair respectively. “God my feet are killing me” said Gill as she pulled her feet up and slipped her high heels off. “OK, one time offer. How about a foot rub” I suggested, with my mind thinking two steps ahead. All women love a foot rub. Fact! “Ooh, would you. That would be amazing” Gill replied. “Lie back then”. Gill stretched out on the couch with her head at the opposite end from me, resting both of her feet on my lap. Her skirt rode up further, allowing me a good view of her thighs, and I was sure I would be able to get a better view as things progressed. I started to massage around her ankle, slowly moving down her nylon-covered foot towards her toes. I spent some time rubbing each of her toes individually. “That’s sublime!” Gill murmured, obviously very relaxed by now, with her eyes closed. As I moved on to the ball of her foot, I pushed back slightly causing her knee to lift up and at the same time have the desired effect of her skirt riding up even further. And I wasn’t disappointed. Not only was her skirt now well past mid-thigh, but as I could also see that she wasn’t wearing tights. Just past the level of her skirt, I could see a thick band of lace, and it also looked as if they were full stockings being pulled tight by some suspender straps. I couldn’t quite see, but was sure I would find out. I kept working on the ball of her foot, moving down to her heel, again causing her leg to lift further. Now I could see the suspender straps coming down the back of her leg clasped on to the lace of the stocking. Gill groaned with pleasure this time, and by now I was getting hard as well. I shifted in my seat so that I was facing her a little more, and moved on to the left foot. Her right foot was sitting on my thigh inches from my hard on, with my kilt starting to ride up a bit as well. I went through the same routine on her right foot, but this time as her leg raised I could see right up her skirt to see her underwear - a matching suspender belt and thong, black and red lace and very sheer. Completely shaved, an absolute delight. I moved my hands up to start massaging her calf, her legs now quite open and her skirt hitched even higher. “Nice stockings luv, very sexy” I complimented her. Gill opened her eyes and just smiled up at me. “Thought you might like the view from there. So, do stockings get you going?” she asked. In doing so, her right foot slipped up my kilt and found my cock. “Hmmm, seems they do. Or have you been that hard all night?” She was rubbing her stocking-covered foot up and down my hard cock: the sensation was incredible. Gill’s skirt was now hitched up almost to her waist, her legs slightly apart. She was obviously starting to get quite excited herself as the wet patch on her thong revealed. “Very sexy undies Gill. I presume the bra is matching?” I queried. “Presume that means you would like to see...” she replied. In doing so, she started to unbutton her blouse, slowly, revealing more flesh with each button. Her bra completed the set, and was sheer enough to show off her large, and by now semi-erect, nipples - easily an inch across. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned now; her hand moved up and started to caress her right breast, her nipple becoming visibly harder. Her foot continued to work my cock, which was now as hard as ever and leaking pre cum. “Pull your tits out from your bra,” I demanded. Gill was becoming lost in the moment now, her right hand slid inside her bra and scooped out her large and full left breast, allowing it to hang over the material of her bra. She repeated the action on the other side leaving both here tits magnificently exposed. Her hands started mauling at her own tits, pinching hard at her nipples, her bright red nails digging in to her fleshy mounds. They looked perfect, full and firm, with just enough movement to ensure that they were 100% her own! I turned to face her completely now, my legs open. I pulled myself closer, and grabbed her left calf and pulled her foot towards my cock, which became encased in her stocking clad feet, one each side now moving in a good rhythm. I grabbed her ankles to help her keep the pace, her legs feeling sensuous in the stockings. Her left hand kept massaging her right breast, but her right hand moved down and slipped inside her sheer thong, and straight inside her, causing her to let out an instant gasp of pleasure. Her lips were visibly swollen, the moisture smearing all over her shaven mound. Within less than a minute, she started to rub her clit furiously - someone else was obviously very horny as well. It didn’t take her long before she was letting out a muffled groan, her body tensing in pleasure, her red nails digging in to her breast. By now, I was in need of some release myself. I kept working her feet up and down my length, I knew at this pace I would be shooting all over her feet within seconds. Realising this, Gill moved towards me, my legs straddling either side of her as she edged up closer to me. Her hand grabbed my hard cock, the red nails wrapped round it. She moved closer and kissed me passionately. “Let me take care of this for you, think I must be due you!” she said. With that, her head moved down and in one movement she engulfed me completely. I could feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. I knew that this would not take long. Looking down, I could see her wonderful ass in the air, her skirt bunched up round her waist, the straps from her suspender belt running down her ass pulling the lace stockings tight. I reached round and grabbed her tits, firm and full. They were absolutely perfect, her nipples hard and enticing. She groaned instinctively, which was enough to push me over the edge. My first load shot to the back of her throat, catching her by surprise. Her head started to move up, but was stopped as my hand came up to the back of her head as my second spurt filled her mouth. Gill gagged a little, but swallowed the lot just in time as another load emptied in to her mouth. It was little more than she deserved I figured after her teasing earlier in the night! Gill continued to work away until she had swallowed the last drop. Honestly one of the best BJs I’d ever had. Gill pulled herself up and kissed me again as I continued to play with her tits. “Fancy continuing this in your room?” she asked. I was suddenly aware that we had done all of this with two of our mates lying in the room albeit asleep/unconscious. We had been utterly consumed in each other and completely unaware of the other two. “Absolutely!” I answered without hesitation. Gill climbed off me, ignoring her state of undress. She led me through to the bedroom; skirt still hitched up with stockings on show, her tits bouncing away for all to see as her blouse hung from her shoulders. As we walked through, I threw a quick look to Mike lying on the other couch. He gave me a broad smile and a wink. I’m sure he’d probably had a wank, and more than enjoyed the show. The door slammed shut and we immediately started to undress each other. The skirt and blouse were on the floor in seconds, leaving Gill standing there in her incredibly sexy lingerie, her tits bouncing over the top of her bra - she looked amazing: what a body! I should have appreciated this far more over the years. I quickly removed her bra, and her tits tumbled free. Just a hint of drop to show that they were real, but still very firm, and her nipples were rock hard. My hands start to maul away at them, bringing one of her nipples to my mouth as she pulled away at my kilt. The rest of my clothes were shed in a matter of seconds. Gill started to pull down her suspender belt, but I put an end to that idea. “No way, you’re keeping those on. You look far too hot in that get up to take them off.” She complied without any hint of objection. We fell on to the bed, our hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Although I admit her tits were getting the lion’s share of my attention, something she didn’t see to object to judging by the noises. I had come just 5 or 10 minutes earlier, but already I could feel myself starting to recover. Gill reached down and started to stroke gently away at me. Again, she moved down, slowly, biting at my nipples as she inched her way towards my cock. This time, she kept stroking whilst her tongue worked its way around my shaft and down to my balls, taking them one at a time in her mouth. By now my recovery was complete. Then she took me by complete surprise. Her hand continued to work my cock, while her tongue moved down underneath my balls, licking away. Then she moved lower, and started to probe my ass with her tongue, something I had never experienced before. The sensation was strange to start with, but quickly became enjoyable. She began to interchange this with the index finger of her other hand, searching for my g-spot. The mixture of pain and pleasure was something else. She kept the pace up, her other had with a vice like grip around my cock, which was ready to perform, her tongue working away. After 5 minutes or so, I decided that if needed something to play with as well!! I sat up and reached down to grab her right leg. I manhandled her, swinging her legs round and turning her in to the 69 position - apart from a slight gasp of surprise, she hardly stopped and now moved her full attention to my cock, slurping down my length. I now had her gorgeous shaven pussy just an inch from my face, my hands ran up the side of her stockings, over the lace and grabbing on to the suspender belts pulling her closer to me. I lightly kissed round the top of her thighs just above the lace. As I moved from side to side, my mouth got closer and closer to her lips, she could feel my touch getting nearer. My tongue slowly moved towards the edge of her lips, running up and down, teasing her more and more. I could feel her trying to push down on to me, but I pulled her back up with the grip I had on her suspender belts. I decided by now I had probably got my revenge in terms of teasing. I pulled Gill down towards me and ran my tongue the length of her slit, just enough for her to gasp. My tongue worked away, opening her up slowly, her juices now flowing over my face. Gill was obviously very excited by now, her hips grinding against me. I pulled her down towards me, my tongue now deep inside, my fingers moving round to open her up further. As my tongue moved forward, I found her clit and started to flick away. Gill’s actions were now somewhat compromised, her concentration completely shot. As I continued to flick away, my fingers started to fuck her and reach for her G-spot at the same time. I could feel her tits bouncing off me as she continued to try and suck away on my cock, which just drove me wild. I increased my pace, determined to get a full scream out of her. And I wasn’t to be disappointed. As I focused on her clit, I started to suck and flick as hard as I could. Within a matter of seconds she released her grip on my cock, her muscles and body clenching all over. “Fuck me” she screamed, as her legs started to shake. Gill held her position for a few seconds before collapsing on top of me. I pulled her up on top of me and kissed her, sharing her juices, which were all over my face by now. My hands went straight to those fantastic tits, her nipples were bullet hard and hyper sensitive judging by the gasp as I brought the right one up to my mouth and started to suck and bite away at it. “Jesus Mike” she panted. “This night just got a whole lot better” “And far from finished yet” I replied, leaving her nipple for just a second. “You really do love my tits don’t you?” asked Gill, as she sat up pulling her nipple away from my mouth. I could feel her moist lips running over my cock as she straddled me, her hands coming up to start caressing her own breasts. “Abso-fuckin-lutely babe. They really are impressive, wish I’d spent a bit more time with them in the last four years!” “Well, you’ll just have to make up for that tonight then!” Her red nails started to dig in to her fleshy and firm tits, which were definitely more than a handful for her. “You know I have super sensitive tits, I can actually make myself cum playing with them alone - want to have a try?” she asked. I didn’t need a second invitation. With one breast in each hand, she leaned forward and fed her right nipple to me again. As I ravenously sucked away, I watched as she pulled away at her left nipple in anticipation. After a minute or so, she pulled away and fed me her other nipple - there was something about the action that was incredibly horny. Gill’s free hand mauled away at her free breast, her nails leaving marks all over them. I pulled her hand away and started to play as I sucked away on her other nipple. I started slowly, but she soon grabbed my hand and forced the level up a notch. Pulling and tweaking at her nipple harder and harder, I could hear her breathing starting to get shorter. Her hips were starting to grind against me; her hand moved to the back of my head and pushed my mouth hard on to her left breast. I sucked and bit as hard as I dare, never getting any kind of resistance whilst my hands kept working as well. “Harder” she cried. I obliged, and as I dug my fingers in to her tits, she let out a short shriek and stopped grinding for a while, holding my head in to her tits. “Jesus, that was great” she purred. I said nothing, just looked up at her from my joyous position. I continued my feast, as Gill started to grind against my cock - it wouldn’t take much for me to slip inside, something I had been dying to do for at least half an hour now. My hands moved down to her legs and ran up her stockings over the lace tops and grabbed suspender belt, slowly helping her to pick up the pace. It only took a small adjustment, but with one movement I managed to pull her down and then slipped my cock inside her dripping pussy. With my mouth still clamped round her left nipple, I rammed her down on to my cock, my full length deep inside her. There was going to be no slow gentle fucking going on here. Graduation Day She sat up pushing her hands on my chest, her tits looking even more fabulous as she framed them with her arms. Almost frozen by my sudden penetration, Gill just sat there as I grabbed her hips and encouraged some movement. I pulled on her suspender belt, moving her back and forth, gathering pace quickly. Gill was now taking over, fucking me hard and fast. Her tits were now bouncing around as she pushed down on my chest. I moved my hand from her suspender belt down to her clit, and started to rub gently with my thumb. Gill’s pace picked up further, fucking me as if there was no tomorrow. The site of her tits bouncing away would normally been enough to make me come, but given that it had only been 15 minutes since she swallowed my load I had a bit more staying power. I continued to play with her clit, knowing that she was close to climaxing again. In fact, within a minute her legs started to shake and she froze on top of me before collapsing on my chest, her fantastic tits crushing against me. I was far from finished. After a few seconds I pulled her off and turned her on to all fours - the site of her braced there with her suspenders framing her amazing ass perfectly. My cock was rock hard and I couldn’t wait to fuck her at my own pace. But I had an idea first. I reached down to the bottom of the bed and pulled my phone from my sporran. “What do you think you’re doing” Gill asked. I reached over her and place the phone on her table pointing directly at us, the screen giving us both a great view of her tits. “Did I say you could...” Before she could finish, I rammed my whole length in to her. No easing in, I was far too turned on by now. She let out a long groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I grabbed her suspender belt for leverage and started to fuck hard and fast. Looking over her shoulder, I could see here tits bouncing and swinging in the screen of the phone. “Your tits look fucking incredible Gill”, at which point she looked up and started watching as well. There was something about her watching that was incredibly hot, and somehow my cock got even harder. I reached round and grabbed her tits, squeezing at her nipples. I pulled her up so that she was close to me, allowing me to fuck her and play with her tits at the same time. Mauling them from behind just felt incredible, they were the most fantastic boobs I had ever enjoyed. “Fuck me harder” she cried. I needed no second invitation. I pushed her back down on to the bed, and picked up the pace. Her tits swinging away in the camera was enough to tip me over the edge. As I shot my load deep inside her, she managed another climax of her own. Her legs gave way as I kept on pumping, and we collapsed on top of each other in a sweaty mess, legs shaking, hearts pounding. “Fucking hell”, said Gill. “What a way to finish graduation! That was so good.” “No argument from me. Perfect way to finish the day. And we get to watch it again!” I reminded her!! “Yeah, where did that idea come from? Not sure I gave you that approval. But let’s have a look!!” I reached over and we lay and watched ourselves fucking for five minutes, I was spent but I gently played away with her pussy as we viewed with fascination, bringing another orgasm to her. We drifted off to sleep, and woke up the middle of the next morning with the flat to ourselves. Needless to say, there was more viewing to be had and lots more fun. We’ve remained friends ever since that day, but never repeated the fun. Always the potential though! Graduation Day Ch. 01 Today was the big day! I had just been handed a diploma that attested to the fact that I knew everything a high school graduate should know. If the truth was to be known, that claim was yet to be verified. I was headed for college come September, but I had no idea what I wanted to be. Mom was footing the bill, but she was dead set against telling me what I should or shouldn’t do with my life. I’ll probably appreciate her attitude later on in life. We will see. Speaking of Mom, she was sitting across the dinette from me and smiling her perpetual radiant smile. Her chin was resting in the palms of her hands while she studied the expression on my face. “What?” I asked? “I was just wondering what I should get you for graduation. You did so well all through high school that I want it to be something you will take into your new life and remember forever.” Her big blue eyes were still concentrating on mine. “That’s not necessary,” I commenced. “You’ve given me so much so far that I feel I will be in your debt forever. Honest.” I was staring at her ample bosom as I often did her lately. Ever since my fifteenth birthday or there about I had unconsciously began to take notice of the female charms of the women around me. The prime example of womanhood in my unwavering opinion was my mother. She was still young, vibrant, and beautiful. I would constantly become aroused when I spied a cute little ass wiggling away from me, and I would stiffen to some extent at the sight of a pair of beautiful boobs on any female, but my cock would spring to attention every time I caught sight of Mom’s breasts especially on weekend mornings when we would sit at the dinette and linger over breakfast. On the mornings she wore that flimsy bath robe and equally flimsy nightgown, I would have to place my hand between my legs to sooth my aching pecker. The impression of her nipples through the thin material left little to the imagination, and when it came to her my imagination was nothing short of reckless. This was one of those mornings. “I’m serious, Eddie,” she said. “This is an important day in your life so we should celebrate. It’s your day so you decide.” “At this particular moment, Mom,” I ventured cautiously, “you don’t want me to make a decision along those lines.” “What lines?” she asked, “and what’s this moment got to do with it, Eddie?” She was genuinely baffled. “You taught me not to lie, Mom,” I continued, “but if I told you what was on my mine at this very moment, you would be very angry with me.” My hand was firmly gripping my genitals in an effort to abate the aching and conceal my erection. “Nonsense, Eddie. Try me.” “Ever since I began noticing women for their charms,” I gulped, “I can’t stop noticing how exceptional your charms are. I think you are beautiful in every way.” “Well, Eddie, that’s sweet, but what does it have to do with our current discussion?” “My wish at this very moment is that I could caress your breasts and suck on your nipples. Just for a little while.” I braced myself for the coming tirade. “Good heavens, Eddie,” she exclaimed but not in anger, “I am your mother, and mothers and sons don’t do things like that. It’s against the law, I think.” “Who would know besides you and me?” I countered. “That’s not the point,” Mom said with a huff. “Then what is?” I asked seriously. “You’re supposed to be interested in younger girls, Eddie. There are lots of pretty young girls your age, and I’m sure some of them would gladly let you fondle their breasts and suck on their nipples. If things were different, I know I would,” she added. “Let’s pretend that things are different. Let’s pretend that I am a young man, a total stranger, that you caught ogling your breasts. You also noticed that he had a bulging erection,” and I turned my chair to a position that reveled the bulge in my pajamas, “like this. What would you do then, Mom?” Good Lord, Eddie,” she gasped. Her face was rapidly blushing, and her breath had quickened. “I didn’t realize you were that big, Son.” Her eyes were fixed on the protrusion in his pajama bottoms. I had moved my hand when I turned my chair so she could inspect my problem so all there was between my erection and her was a layer of the thin material of my pajama bottom. “Will it replace Dad’s?” I asked before I realized what I was saying. Dad had abandoned us about two years ago, and I knew this had left both of us with bitterness and anger. I was also pretty sure that Mom had not had anything to do with men since that time. “Probably not,” she mumbled and a lump formed in my throat. “I don’t think his was that big.” The lump in my throat subsided. “Do I get my wish?” I matched her gaze with pleading eyes. Without saying a word Mom reached to the tiny bow at the neck of her robe and loosened it. She spread the opening of the robe, and dropped it off of her lovely shoulders. The nightgown she was wearing wasn’t designed to cover her body, and that left her entire upper body exposed to me through an almost transparent veil of sheer nothing nothingness. My eyes were fixed on her beautiful breasts hanging majestically before me, and the almost purple pads holding her nipples in place. My heart and my cock were pounding at the sight. I moaned. Mom reached over and took my right hand. She gently pressed my palm against the soft warm flesh of her boob. I was frozen in an inferno of fright and excitement. I imagined I could hear the pulse beat of my throbbing cock as the excitement of contact with her breasts raced throughout my body. Mom looked at me tenderly as she spread the opening of her nightgown exposing the natural wonder of her upper body beauty. My heart was racing unbelievably in my chest; my cock was in concert. Mom placed a hand behind my head, and slowly drew my mouth closer to her now completely exposed breast. I heard her gasp softly as my mouth made contact. I was already way beyond gasping, but I did manage to cover the nipple before me with my mouth. I squeezed her breast gently, and I sucked on the hardening nub in my mouth. More moans and heavier breathing were building. Mom had managed to guide my other hand to her second breast. I concentrated on caressing it with the same tenderness as I did the breast in my mouth. Then I realized that Mom was fondling my stiff cock through my pajamas. My arousal rose to a new level. I wiggled my butt noticeably trying to free my hard on. Mom quickly detected my intentions and reached inside my fly to release my purple cock. Her touch was magic. I sucked harder on her nipple, squeezed more firmly on both breasts, and felt the unmistakable advent of an orgasm raging in my balls. When Mom felt the jumping and bucking of my cock in her hand, she instinctively began to vigorously pump my shaft. This was undoubtedly the most magnificent orgasm of my short sexual career. I was unconscientiously pumping my hips against her had to assist in the ejaculation. I think we worked well together. I was convinced my efforts were satisfactory when Mom leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. I jumped a little when I felt her tongue jut between my lips and teeth, but my first instinct was to suck hard on the marvelous intruder. She returned the favor when my tongue followed hers into her mouth. I felt the tug when she sucked on mine, so I accepted the fact that I had responded properly to her tongue. Moments later she placed the tips of her fingers under my chin and lifted my head until I was looking directly into her eyes. She was smiling like an angel. “Eddie,” she murmured, “feel between my legs. I want to explain something to you.” I did as she asked, and almost jumped when my hand touched the wetness of her pussy. Evidently my attention to her breasts had been successful. This was my first trip to a woman’s pussy, so I couldn’t help but to explore a little. I rubbed her swollen vulva, and I moved my finger along the slit. “Oh, that feels so good, Eddie. You have a soft touch. You’re going to drive these young girls wild.” “Am I driving you wild?” I asked. “Definitely,” she cooed. She placed her hand on the hand I had at her pussy, and guided it up and down her slit a couple of more times. “Now I want you to do something special for me. Okay?” “Anything,” I cried. “I want you to teach me everything that makes you happy. Please.” “Fine,” she said enthusiastically, and stood to her feet in front of her chair. Without a word she dropped her night gown to the floor. This time I gasped. This was my first unobstructed view of my mother’s beautiful body. She was in her late thirties, but you couldn’t tell by the condition of her body. She struck a pose and giggled. Then she sat down on her chair again and spread her legs. “Okay, Eddie,” she said. “Since you’ve seen me all naked, it’s your turn. Drop those pajamas and show me what you’ve got.” I couldn’t believe this was my mother talking, but I liked it. I dropped my PJs and stood before her in my birthday suit. We were both a little surprised to see life was returning to my cock. It was swelling again, but it was far from rigid. “Kneel down between my legs, Eddie. I’m going to introduce you to my pussy, and then I’m going to show me what you can do to make me very happy.” I didn’t waste a second assuming a knelling position. I found myself face-to-face with her wet and inflamed pussy. I can’t say it was beautiful, but it was unquestionably fascinating. Mom didn’t shave her pussy so there was pubic hair in abundance. I liked that. “Scare you?” she asked jokingly. “It’s fascinating,” I replied. “What do I do?” She reached down and spread her lips. I was thoroughly surprised at the size of the opening this revealed. Then she began her guided tour. “This is the main attraction down here,” she said pointing to her pussy hole. “This is where you stick your tongue, your fingers, and finally your pecker. All three give me a thrill so make sure you give fair time to each of them.” Then she lifted her finger to the top of her slit and revealed her clitoris cleverly concealed beneath the hood until sufficiently aroused. “This little nub is my clitoris, or as some say, the little man in the boat. You give this little node lots of attention when you want me to come. Your tongue is a soft muscle so you can massage my clitoris as firmly or as roughly as you so desire. I am sure to climax either way. Besides, we women aren’t the china dolls you men think we are. Rough sex within limits is exhilarating.” “How do I know if I’m doing it right?” I asked. “Listen to your partner,” she replied. “Oh, by the way, this activity is called oral sex, or if two guys are talking they say eating pussy. You can call it either as long as you put your heart into it and do it with my pleasure in mind.” “Okay,” I said. “I’m already aroused by the lovely attention you devoted to my breasts just now, but you still want to make sure your lover is properly prepared for whatever else you plan to give her. I want you to start by tonguing my pussy hole several times before we go on to other things. After that I want you to advance your tongue to my clitoris. Here you can massage, suck and gently nibble. All are good. With a little practice they become passionately exuberant. Now go for it, Eddie. Make me have an earth shattering orgasm.” I have to admit that I was terrified. Not of what I was about to do, but how I was going to do it. Mom’s lips were really puffed out by now so I took the forefingers from both hands and gently spread them apart. I eased down and poked my tongue into her pussy hole as far as it would go. Her gasp and her quiver assured me I was on the right path. I worked my tongue in and out, and the more she responded to my attention the more I was motivated to probe harder. “You’re doing great, Eddie,” she managed while breathing rather hard. “You’re going to be a natural. I’ll see to that.” Her last remark did not register in its proper context at the time, but I would come to realize that we were just launching a beautiful relationship. “Up, baby,” she panted. “Up to the little man in the boat,” she instructed as she pushed her pussy more firmly against my face. Because of the way I had her vulva spread her clitoris was in plain view. I noticed it was larger now, and a bright red. When I closed my mouth over the little nub and began massaging it with my tongue she whimper with delight and squirmed with joy. I think I’m going to like this “eating pussy” business. “Your fingers, Eddie,” Mom said between gasps and moans, “put your fingers in my pussy, honey. That’s it. Ooooooh, yes. That’s it.” I probed her pussy hole vigorously with my index and my fore finger. Once I had my hand facing up and my fingers curled. I massaged her g-spot without really knowing what I had done, but I was aware that I had done something that pleased her. Why else would she have her thighs clamed firmly against my ears? I didn’t mind. I kept sucking, and licking and probing as long as she ground her hips and pushed her pussy hard against my face. I was really going to enjoy this pussy eating. It wasn’t long until her antics accelerated until she became a wild woman. She bucked so hard that she nearly threw mw clear of her crotch. I was clinging desperately to both thighs so there was little danger of her shaking free of me, if that was her intentions. She explained later that she was having one of the best orgasms she could remember at the time. “You made my pussy pucker, baby. I loved it,” she declared. Our kisses after this torrid interlude were definitely more passionate. Our tongues did wicked dances in each other’s mouths, and we fondled each others’ bodies naturally concentrating on the breasts and my cock. Mom made it hard again in no time at all. Graduation Day Ch. 01 I went to a graduation this year, and the Valedictorian did something similar to what happened in this story. This is a mainly fictional account as I had only attended the graduation ceremony Enjoy. =] High School graduation day is always a day of mixed emotions for those in attendance; the parents feel proud of their children and of the things they accomplished during High School, but also feel somewhat sad, knowing that their children will soon leave the nest and head off to college. For the teachers and faculty, there is a certain sense of pride, in knowing that the students whom you have watched grow up since freshman year are now adults. For the graduates, excitement and nervousness are abundantly found. In one particular graduate, nervousness far outweighed his excitement, to the point in which he found breathing difficult. Jacen wasn't asthmatic, nor was he out of shape. In fact, he was in excellent shape, and had a large, muscular body that many his age would kill to have. Physically, he was perfectly fine. Mentally, however, his mind was screaming all sorts of things to him, ranging from "KISS HER!!!" to "Shrivel up and die. You'd never have a chance." Jacen's mind was referring to Erin, the girl sitting next to him. Since the 6th grade, his crush on her had been unending, and those who knew about the crush would often tease him about it. "She's way out of your league, Jace," he would hear from consoling friends, time and time again. And the were right. Erin was the school knockout, the kind of girl who was beautiful without trying, and she knew it. She wore her dark red hair down and straight today, her fair skin and perfectly trimmed bangs accented her gorgeous green eyes. If anybody could wear the ugly black and orange graduation gown and look good in it, it was her. Her slightly larger than average chest pushed the material in an alluring way, and Jacen felt the need to rebuke himself for glancing at her. "A girl like Erin will always have a boyfriend," he thought, glancing over at the most current man Erin had deigned to grace. He shook his head and continued listening to the speeches the principal, and the salutorian made. When the Valedictorian was called, Jacen somewhat nervously stood up, took a deep breath to steady himself, and made his way to the podium. Jacen got up on stage and grabbed his cue cards from the floor, and glanced at the audience. "Hey, everyone" he said into the microphone, grinning his boyish grin as the audience chuckled at the break in formality. He'd practiced this speech multiple times in front of his mirror, and it was memorized from top to bottom. He shuffled his cue cards into place, and began his speech. "Good afternoon: Board of Trustees, Principal O'Brien, Faculty, Administration, Staff, Family, Friends, and my fellow graduates. It is an honor to address you all today. Wow. We made it. After 12 years of going through the daily grind known as school, we have finished primary education and are preparing to move on with our lives. It's an exciting feeling! It's a nostalgic, yet slightly melancholy feeling, knowing that this time in our lives is over. That we will never sit in the student section during football games, nor will we ever attend Prom again. It's sort of sad, isn't it? However, a new chapter in our lives is beginning. While our story has been written for us for the last 18 or so years, we are going to be in control of our own lives from now on. Its kinda scary to think about, but exciting at the same time. Some of us will attend college to prepare for careers, others will go into trade school to begin their careers, and others will do other things. Obviously." Jacen smiled, allowing his audience time to chortle. "It is my personal hope that each and every one of us will live our lives the fullest extent with the time we are given." Jacen paused, and took a deep breath, contemplating the ramifications of what he was about to do. "I stand before you today to tell you that I have not lived life to the fullest extent. I have only one regret, which I plan to rectify right now. Those of you who know me understand that I am a shy individual, and really, really hate public speaking; but this is the best time for me to do this." Jacen's eyes shifted from looking at the audience, until he was staring straight into Erin's. As he stared at her, her face slowly changed from a look of confusion to one of pure dread. Jacen gulped, and said the fateful words: "Erin McCarthy, I am truly, deeply in love with you." He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, embarrassed. When he looked back up, and saw the entire audience in complete shock. Erin's face had gone white, and she stared at him in disbelief. Jacen took a big breath, and spoke into the microphone again. "Now, I have no regrets," he said, his voice shaky. With that, Jacen turned and sprinted off the stage, all the way down the aisle and out of the doors to the auditorium. -------------------------------------- Jacen's parents were furious, to say the least. He was grounded until July, at the earliest, and that meant that freedom to enjoy the warm June sun was no more than a silly wish. His room had become his jail cell, and his house was a prison. However, even prisons allowed visitors, for short periods of time, and Jacen's parents were giving people. He was allowed to have friends over, and had free reign of the inside of the house, but was unable to go outside. The night after the bomb had been dropped on the Graduation ceremony, his best friend, Luke, invited himself over to hang out. "Jacen, I still can't believe that you went through with it! Everybody on Facebook and Twitter are going nuts!" Luke said, in between rounds of the latest fighting video game. Jacen sighed, and shrugged. "After going through four years of wrestling, you learn that there isn't anything worse than loosing to an opponent in front of 20,000 people." Luke was not an athlete, by any means. At 5'9 and 120 pounds, he was an unimposing figure, and nobody would have picked the 6'1, 200 pound all-state wrestler to be friends with a computer geek. But they were, and both liked it that way. Luke shook his head. "Dan is furious. He hates your guts for what you did, and says he is gonna kill you." Dan was Erin's current boyfriend, and was known for his volatile temper. If there was anyone who might be a match in a fight against Jacen in the high school, it was Dan. Jacen shrugged, feeling a bit of fear course through his body. As tough a wrestler and Jacen was, he was a pacifist off the mat. Heck, the majority of Jacen's wins were through his flawless technique, as opposed to using his strength. He hopped it wouldn't come to fighting. "Hopefully he backs off." Luke shook his head. "I doubt he will-" and was cut off mid-sentence by the doorbell. Jacen groaned and stood up. "Don't start without me," he said, heading through the kitchen to the front door. Jacen found it odd that the doorbell was ringing, as it was 11 at night. He hoped that it wasn't Dan. Jacen reached for the latch, unlocked the door, and twisted the handle. Almost as if in slow motion, the door opened inward, and it seemed as if time stood still. Standing on his front porch was a girl. But not just any girl. It was HER. In the flesh. Erin was wearing a revealing, button up blue plaid shirt with the top three buttons undone, and had on a pair of khaki shorts which snuggled firmly against her perfectly formed ass and long legs. He outfit left little to the imagination, but it didn't appear skanky on her at all. It was just plain hot. Jacen was sure that his mouth was hanging open, and was almost as certain that his cock was jumping into action. Realizing that he had better say something, he swallowed hard and tried to smile. "H-h-hi," he said, stammering out his greeting. She didn't return the smile. "Hi," she said, clearly unhappy. "So, what did you think that you were accomplishing by humiliating yourself, your family, my family, and me?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Jacen. Jacen was at a loss for words. "I, um, well, you see.." She didn't want to hear it. "Jacen, that was not only the creepiest thing anybody has ever done to me, but also the most embarrassing. I hope you didn't have delusions about me suddenly falling in love with you, because that speech did exactly the opposite." Jacen was flabbergasted. He had no idea what he had the outcome would be, but he hadn't thought that Erin AND her boyfriend would be this angry. Jacen lowered his eyes and stared at the ground. "Erin, I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I don't know what made me think it was a good idea, regardless of how I feel about you." He looked up into her eyes, and when he saw the outrage, he braced himself for another tirade. "Sorry?! Is that all you can think of?" she asked angrily. "You hardly even know me, and you put up this preposterous claim to the ENTIRE world that you are in love with me. How can you possibly be in love with me if you don't know me?!" "I know that in the 6th grade, you had a crush in Ricky Betori and that you followed him around for 3 months before he noticed you," Jacen said softly, his eyes on the floor. "He made it public to the school that all he wanted from you was a kiss, and when he got it he left. In 7th grade, Miles Bennet managed to cop a feel on you, and you let him because he was a popular guy. He dumped you shortly. In 8th grade, you dated three guys who played football at the Boy's club in three months, and each one progressed farther and farther upon your innocence. Freshman year thru senior year, you had dated so many men that nobody can remember them all, and you seemed to have a new one every month. After each breakup, I had to watch the hundreds of guys fling themselves at you, to be able to say that they were dating Erin McCarthy, and that they had gone all of the way with you." Jacen's eyes left the floor and stared into hers. "Not a single one of them cared in the least about you. Not a single one wanted anything more than to get in your pants, and not a single one of them gave a rip about you when they kicked you aside for an easier girl. You never noticed me before that speech, you had no idea who I was or that I even existed. I've never been that kind of guy, nor will I ever be. I fell in love with you because I honestly care about you as a person, and would do nearly anything for you." Jacen finished. He hadn't raised his voice once; in fact, Erin had to strain to hear him towards the end of his mini-speech. She was silent for a long moment, staring into Jacen's eyes, looking for even the slightest hint that he was lying. Finding none, she sighed, and spoke again. "Look, I don't know where you got the idea that judging me for my past choices was okay, but I sure as hell didn't say that it was." She said, now openly glaring at Jacen. "I graduated, same as you Jacen Michaels, and I know that some of the things I have done were stupid. That gives you no right to sit here and judge me. I make my own decisions, and I will continue to do so, thank you very much." She stepped off the porch and started down the steps, only to turn around and look at him again. "If you ever come near me again... Dan will rip your head off. I'm the only reason he hasn't yet." She said cooly, then turned and continued down the steps toward her car. Graduation Day Ch. 02 It wasn’t long until Mom had my cock as hard as a rock, and I had replenished the arousal juices of her pussy until she was oozing again. With no undue ceremony she rolled over and straddled my body with my imposing cock lying against her belly. She towered above me in all of her splendor with majestic boobs looming over my midsection and her wet pussy resting against my balls. “I thought you might want a good view of what was going on so I chose to ride on top. You like my knockers, don’t you?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. “I think they’re fantastic,” I averred while thinking I had already described them in that manner, but what the hell. They are still fantastic. Mom started to rise and fall on my stiffened rod slowly but rhythmically, and the results were out of this world. I raised my hips to meet her downward swing, and I withdrew when she rose for another assault. “Play with my titties, if you like, Eddie.” Her breathing was heavy once again as was mine, but I couldn’t wait to do as she suggested. I clutched her melons as they swayed gently with her body movement. I squeezed the mounds, and tweaked her nipples as well as I could. This was undoubtedly going to require a lot of practice. That thought alone made my cock harder and my assaults a little more aggressive. Mom was enjoying our activity as well. I was proud of the fact that I was responsible for the pure rapture radiating on her face. Occasionally she would bite her lower lip playfully, and sometimes she would moan and roll her head back on her shoulders. “Eddie,” she managed between deep breaths and sensual moans, “this is what most people call love making, but intimate lovers simply call it fucking. You can call it what you like, but I like fucking when in private.” “Fucking it is then,” I said experiencing the same labored breath that she did. “Whatever you call it, I think it is the most fantastic thing I have ever done, and that is mostly because I am doing it with you. I hope we do this often.” “I agree you do need a lot of practice if you want to be good at this, but we’ll talk about that later. Okay?” Upon saying this she gradually increased the tempo of her up and down routine. My cock noticed the change in speed instantly, and adjusted accordingly. Mom leaned over far enough that I was able to catch either of her swaying breasts in my mouth at my leisure. Of course I took advantage of this opportunity although I knew this was going to take some more practice before I got the hang of it. I couldn’t help smiling at the pun. Our motion had increased to a level of almost mechanical precision. Our bodies were making slapping sounds as our skin met, and we were both past heavy breathing. Our sounds were more rasping or gutturally animalistic. We had clasped hands and were using our grips as leverage to create more impact with our coupling. Mom was doing a little chant. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” in a louder and louder voice. I just grunted as I felt my orgasm build up in my body. Then I felt Mom’s spasms begin. She treated each as a special event, and announced its arrival in triumph. Then as her climax came to an end, she abruptly uncoupled from me and slid down the length of my body until she was directly over my volcano where she immediately pounced upon the monster with a vengeance. As she sucked I could feel my orgasm burst forth into her mouth. She pumped and sucked as I spurted one shot after another until my bursts of rapture subsided. I had no idea what happened to all of that sperm. I do know it took her a brief pause before she could speak. “You’ve grown up to be one hellava man, Eddie. You could get me pregnant in a heart beat, and we don’t need that to complicate our lives. I did, however, see to it that your orgasm was well cared for.” “You sure did, but . . .” “Hush,” she whispered, “we’ll discuss it later.” “That was wonderful, Mom. All of it,” I added. “Oh, but there’s more, sweet Eddie. I had no idea I had a monster living under the same roof with me.” “I’m a monster?” “That’s just a figure of speech, baby. Now let’s go take a shower.” Now I had peeked in on Mom taking a shower on several occasions, but it was never anything like this. This time I could reach out and touch her anytime I wanted to, and I took pleasure in soaping and washing her lovely body. She even showed me how I could eat her pussy from a kneeling and standing position, and we gave it a brief try. We postponed this ritual until later because Mom said it was better in other positions that she would demonstrate as time allowed. After our shower we remained nude and engaged in some light petting if you can call it that. We kissed passionately. I was getting good at the tongue ritual according to Mom, and I devoted as much time as I could to her boobs. I was getting hard again and Mom noticed my condition right away. “Want to eat my pussy again, Eddie?” “Sure I do,” I replied honestly with obvious excitement in my voice. “Okay, but this time we are going to satisfy each other at the same time. Stretch out here on the bed, and I’ll introduce you to a new position.” I stretch out on the bed with my pecker swaying lazily like corn in the wind only difference was that I only had one stalk. It would have to do. Mom crawled on top again, but this time her head was over my cornstalk and her pussy was directly over my face. She licked the head of my dick two or three times before looking at me between her big tits and her legs. “Remember how this is done?” “I do for my part, but what are you going to do?” I innocently asked. “Why, I’m going to suck your cock until you explode. I want you to lick my pussy until I gush all over your face. Deal?” Before she lowered her head to my cock she turned to me once again. “Get that pillow above your head and use it for a headrest. You’ll be more comfortable and closer to the action.” She chuckled lightly and gently lowered her mouth onto my waiting cock. With the pillow in place, I placed a hand on each of her hips and buried my face in her crotch. I had pubic hair on my chin, a pussy snugly against my mouth, and her asshole directly before my eyes. I poked my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go, and began slowly pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. We proceeded at this pace for a moment, and then our passion intensified our movements. Mom was bobbing up and down on my rigid shaft, and I was licking her pussy wildly. Just when I thought things could not possibly get better, I felt Mom’s finger ease into my asshole as deep as it would go. Then she wiggled it about and really set off my bells and whistles. I instantly returned the favor. The minute I poked my finger into her asshole I felt her muscles grab my digit firmly. As I went deeper, her muscles began to massage the intruder. I manipulated my inner muscles in the same manner assuming I was giving her the same pleasure. Her moans assured me I had done the right thing so naturally I continued the movement. Far too soon I felt Mom speeding up her movements and almost growling around my bulging cock. I also realized that my body was telling me that I was about to come again. Mom beat me to it. She spewed her fluids into my mouth and on my face in abundance. This in itself added enough excitement to my mood to bring on the most colossal orgasm I had ever known. Our wild antics subsided, but we were both continuing to move against each other. I had removed my finger from her asshole as she had mine, but her thoroughly wet pussy was massaging my mouth and nose in a sensual rhythm. I was still pumping my slowly shrinking cock in and out of her mouth. Her finger was out of my asshole, but her hand had moved to my balls and was gently massaging them to make certain she had gotten all of my come. She was sucking my almost limp wiener like it was a soda straw, but I liked it. After we had returned to Earth and were lying side by side on the bed, Mom confided in me. “That was called position 69. Both partners give and receive oral sex at the same time. It’s one of my favorites.” “I’m just starting, but I think it is mine also,” I confessed. “By the way, Eddie,” Mom was almost purring now, “I was really impressed at how quickly you caught on to the finger wave treatment.” “The finger wave?” I asked. “You know,” she continued, “when I stuck my finger up your ass, and then you did the same to me.” “That was exciting,” I commented. “You bet it is, and it gives more zing to your orgasm if you time it right. You timed it just perfectly. That’s why I unloaded all that juice on your face.” “I loved it.” “You’re going to be a fantastic little fucker, Eddie,” Mom said with a warm laugh. “I want to make you happy, Mom,” I said with all sincerity. “You’re doing just fine, son,” she assured me as she rolled her naked body up against mine. “Now, let’s fuck.” “I thought that was what we had been doing?” “No. That was foreplay. Now we are going to take that fabulous tool of yours,” she reached down and squeezed my cock, “and plunge it into my body until we are both fully satisfied. Okay?” “Okay.” She laid spread eagle on the bed beside me. She gave me the come hither sign with both her hands. “Come here, lover boy. Right up here.” She patted a spot just below her breasts. I scrambled to do her biding. With my butt now resting on an area just below her big boobs, I noticed my cock which was now semi hard was lying along the valley between her mounds. The sight alone made my pecker grow. “Spit,” Mom said softly. She was pointing to the space between her breasts. I hesitated not understanding exactly what she meant. “We need the lubrication, Baby. I want you to fuck my titties so your cock will stand at attention when it enters my pussy. Now spit right here.” I did as I was told, but I held back for fear I would make a mess. “Eddie, I want your cock to slide back and forth between my breasts so it will get stiffer. Now, grease up the runway, will you please?” That was all the incentive I needed. I made sure the runway was slick when Mom pushed her large breasts together from her sides causing them to engulf my wiener. I needed no more coaching. I rested my hands on either side of her shoulders, and began rhythmically pumping my shaft in the tunnel she had crafted. She was right. My cock got harder with every stroke. When she released her boobs and let them ebb back to their normal shape I was at my erectile peak. I sat back beaming with pride at my manhood. Mom smiled as well. “Get between my legs, Eddie. Momma’s gonna take you home.” I knelt between her legs, and for the first time got a good unobstructed view of her pussy. It was obvious that my swollen cock was to go into the small gap at the bottom end of her slit. Her pussy lips were swollen again only much larger this time. I wasn’t sure whether I should lick it or stuff it. Mom’s right hand appeared and took hold of my rod. She placed its head against the gap and worked the head partly in. “This is where you came from, Eddie. Don’t you want to go inside and look around?” She was smiling, but the expression on her face made me think she was in pain. I was yet to learn about agonizing ecstasy. “Push,” she whispered. I did. All the way until our pubic hairs mingled at the point of contact. Mom’s hands guided my head to her breasts, and then she loosely placed her arms around my shoulders. “Fuck me, Eddie. Fuck me hard.” I tried to start slowly and build up speed as my arousal rose. Who was I kidding? I was about to explode as it was. There was no time for build up. With a hand on each tit, my mouth on a nipple, and my cock in the hottest place it had ever known, I raced toward rapturous oblivion. I felt Mom’s lips press firmly against mine, I felt her tongue dart into my mouth, and I felt my balls burst with joy. My cock bucked and throbbed in her pussy, and she ground her snatch into my crotch. We lay frozen with the exception of a minimal undulating action between our crotches as we enjoyed the total satisfaction of our coupling. My innocence did not allow me to realize that all the juices running down my groins and into the crack of my ass were evidence that Mom had climaxed with me. I’m learning. I have an excellent teacher. Graduation Day Ch. 02 So I had at least one comment saying that the first chapter of this story was misplaced as an erotic coupling.. trust me, I know what's up. The Erotic stuff should start comming in Chapter three, but I didn't want to leave everybody hanging as far as the setting goes. Enjoy! Chapter 2 It had been 5 months since Erin McCarthy had chewed him out on the front porch. Jacen was now in college, and was truly enjoying his time there. Both Luke and Jacen decided to go to college together, and also be roommates, so it was practically like being at home. Luke had gotten in on an academic scholarship, and Jacen had been given a full ride for wrestling. Luke had blossomed during his time there. He had grown from 5'9 to 5'11, and had started taking better care of his body. He had never really reached out to any girls in High School, but it seemed that he couldn't get enough of them now. "Making up for lost time," he would say, and then grin. He was out doing that tonight, on the other side of campus. The latest 'victim' was majorette for the marching band and Jacen had to admit she was cute, in a skanky way. Jacen, however, was not girl-hunting. He was in his dorm studying, as was his custom. He was happy for Luke and somewhat envied him. As much as Jacen tried though, he could not get his mind off of Erin, and how she had yelled at him for admitting his true feelings for her during his valedictorian speech. Something about it didn't feel right. She had been far too angry at him for her feelings to be legitimate. Hell, Dan, her boyfriend and former High School quarterback, had asked her to be his girlfriend during halftime of the last football game of their Junior season, over an intercom, in front of thousands of people. 'So why did she have such an averse reaction to my confession? And if she really despised me that much, wouldn't she have avoided me by going to another college?' Jacen wondered to himself for the umpteenth time. Knowing he wouldn't find the answers, he shrugged, and returned his attention to his studies. -------------------------------------- Halfway across campus, Erin shivered, and wrapped her arms around herself, slightly chilled by the evening breeze. She was going over to Dan's for a study date, although she doubted they would study much. They never did. 'It seems like all we ever do is fight,' she thought to herself. It was true. Every encounter they had with each other in the last three weeks had been verbally abrasive, and it usually left Erin in tears and Dan furious. Erin loved Dan, with all of his faults, and wanted him to be happy in everything he did, but recently, it felt as if her affections weren't returned. She wasn't really sure if it was the fact that they were in college now that changed their relationship, or if they were just growing apart, but she knew that she didn't enjoy the change. The wind picked up a bit, and she shivered. 'I ought to hurry... I'm freezing,' she thought, hurrying across the street, and into Dan's dorm building. It took approximately five minutes for the elevator to reach the ground floor, and the abnormally long time gave Erin time to think. 'I wonder if it's me who is the problem?' she thought to herself. Dan often blamed her for one thing or another, and while she knew deep down that he was a jerk, she also knew that he could be a good guy, and it was the good guy in him that kept her hanging on to their fragile relationship. The elevator finally made it to the bottom floor, so Erin stepped inside once the doors opened. She pushed the button for the 12th floor, and leaned against the wall of the elevator, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting patiently. It stopped again on the fifth floor, and a guy got in with her, who was apparently going to the 111h floor. She snuck a glance at the guy in the elevator with her, who was currently engrossed with something on his cell phone. 'Don't I know him from somewhere?' she asked herself as he put his cell phone away and gave her a small smile. She glanced away, but noticed him do a double-take with wide eyes out of the corner of her eye. She smiled inwardly and silently congratulating herself. 'You still got it,' she thought, allowing a small smile to cross her features. The other individual in the elevator was far from elated. Luke had recognized her on the second glance, and felt his eyes widen. Quickly composing himself, he stared straight ahead and tried his best not to look at her. Jacen had told him all about Erin bitching him out back home. From what Luke understood of it, she had not only been rude and condescending, but had passed along a threat to him as well. Luke was no fool, and knew that Dan could tear just about anyone's head off if he did indeed want to, except maybe Jacen. Jacen would never fight Dan, though, so there hadn't been anything Jacen could do but watch Erin walk off his porch and into the night. "Um, hi, you're Luke, right?" He heard her ask to his side. Luke cursed silently, and turned to her with a smile. "Yeah, that's me. Have we met before?" he asked, praying that she would end the questions there, but knowing she wouldn't. "I don't think so, but I remember you. We went to the same high school together." "That's right! Goodness, you're Erin McCarthy, I remember you now." he said, putting on a small smile, wishing that he could turn into a puddle. She smiled back at him, apparently not noticing a lack of empathy. "Yeah.. so, how are you liking college so far?" She asked, her smile melting Luke's defenses. God, he could tell why Jacen was in love with her. He shrugged. "Well, it's better than high school, that's for sure," he replied. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open on the 11th floor. "Uhm, this is my stop... I'll see you around, Erin." he said, stepping out of the elevator and ducking around the corner. She smiled as she watched him go. 'It's weird to think that a year ago, he was a complete nerd,' she thought, shaking her head as the doors slid closed, and the car continued its assent to the 12th floor. ------------------------------------- Erin stepped out of the elevator and onto the carpeted floor. As soon as her feet touched the ground, something in her woman's intuition pinged, and she knew that something was not right. She walked to Dan's room, trying to maintain as calm a front as possible. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door to his room, considering the ramifications of kicking in the door to figure out what was wrong. She didn't have long to wait, though. Dan opened the door, shirtless, and somewhat drunk looking. Erin knew that when he was drunk, bad things tended to happen, especially to her, but figured that if he was sober enough to get to the door, he should be alright. "Hi, Dan." She said quietly, looking up into his eyes, which were currently unfocused and looking at the wall behind her. "Hey, Errin." He slurred, opening the door for her and closing it behind her. She crossed the floor over to the table in the center of the room and set down her books, knowing she would spend her time looking after him. He was leaning back against the door, probably trying to balance. She sighed, and moved over to the door to help him over to the bed. "Come on, Dan.. Let's get you over to the bed." She said quietly, lifting one of his arms around her shoulders to give him support as they moved to the bed. She sat down on the bed, and helped Dan lay back. "I donn't think werrre going to study tonnight." Dan slurred, his eyes struggling to focus on Erin's face. She sighed, and looked away. Then something caught her eye. "Dan... whose purse is that over on the window?" she asked. Suddenly, the closet door on the other side of the room burst open, and a scantily clad female popped out, lunging for the purse. "Thatss minne." She said, slurring her words as well. The girl in her panties and bra was more intoxicated than Dan, if that was even possible. She had trouble standing still, and was swaying dangerously when she could. Her short black hair was a mess, and she reeked of alcohol from across the room. Erin glanced down at Dan, who was now sitting up, looking a bit more sober. Actually, a lot more sober. Dan looked guiltily up at Erin. "I wish there had been an easier way to do this... Erin, this is Mandy. She is my girlfriend." he said, no longer looking at Erin, but at the floor. Erin opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. She smiled weakly at Mandy. "Hi, Mandy, I'm Erin. Can I have a minute with my ex, please?" she asked, barely containing her tears. Mandy shrugged, and tottered off in the direction of the door, looking more than a little unstable. Dan watched her go, refusing to make eye contact with Erin. Erin sighed, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why like this, Dan? Couldn't you have at least dumped me without showing her off?" She asked softly, her tears falling. Dan glared at her. "She makes me happy, Erin. All you ever did was talk about what our lives were going to be together, and how I was partying to much and not focusing on us. I never meant to break up with you like this, but I can't say this is how I wished things had happened, because they didn't happen that way." he said, narrowing his eyes, his voice growing louder with each phrase. Each of Dan's words hit her like a bullet. He was furious with her, and it seemed like it had been a long time coming. "You acted like everything was always okay and that you actually cared about me; was that all pretense?" She asked, her voice matching his. He nodded. "For the most part. I liked you in high school, but up once we got here, its like you became some sort of clingy housewife who thought we were married. I never loved you, and I don't want to be tied down to you." "You know, some guys actually like the idea of being tied down to me." She said, raising an eyebrow. Both of them knew who she was talking about, and when they were dating, had agreed to not speak of it. However, now that they were over, she thought she could do as she pleased. Dan felt differently. "Are you talking about Jacen Michaels?" he asked, his hands clenching into fists. She put her hands on her hips and stared at him defiantly. "Yes." Dan shook his head. "That dweeb was a horny, washed up nerd who wanted nothing more than to get into your pants. He probably forgot all about you when we all came here. His best friend is a fucking stud, so why wouldn't he be?" Dan laughed. "Every guy wanted you, but you never gave anything to anyone. You bitch." he growled, turning away from her. "What he did was not horny sounding at all! You were in the bushes, you know that what he said was legitimate! He actually cared, unlike you. And he was right, all you people have ever used me for was an attempt at sex." Her tears were flowing now, and the sobs began to roll. Dan smiled evilly. "Now you get it! Way to use that brain of yours. Now get out." he said, pointing to the door. Erin stormed over to the table, and snatched her books up off it, hustling in the direction of the door, when Dan's words stopped her in her tracks. "Oh, and if you go near that dweeb... I'll still rip his head off." She turned around to him, her face a mixture of outrage and disbelief. She hadn't planned on it, and had only brought him up to piss Dan off, but the fact that his threat was still standing was shocking to her. Dan gave her his evil grin again. "You ruined the last few years of my life... So I'm going to return the favor." he said. Erin was furious. She hated him, hated his guts, for being so cruel. She knew that he was a bully, but he had always been sweet to her, and it was infuriating to know that it had only been to get in her pants. She turned, grabbed the doorknob, opened the door, stepped through it, and slammed it behind her. Mandy was nowhere to be seen in the hallway. 'Probably good for her... I need to go apeshit on someone.' she thought. Graduation Day Ch. 03 I realize this is a shorter chapter, and I apologise... I'm planning for a huge Chapter Four, trust me. Another chapter on the tame side, but I've said from the beginning that its all going down in Chapter Four. Oh yeah, sorry about the cliffhanger. Try to enjoy. =] Jacen awoke on his bed to the sound of loud knocking on the door of his dorm room. He groaned, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. 'It's 11 in the evening... Luke must have forgot his key.' he thought to himself. Luke was Jacen's roommate, and one of the most forgetful people he had ever met. Jacen got up and stumbled over to the door, half asleep. When he opened the door, however, he was suddenly wide awake. In front of him was one of the most attractive girls on campus, Jacen knew. If Barbie was a legitimate person with and even bigger chest and skanky-er clothes, then that was her. Her name was Maggie, and she was a fling of Luke's. She was a majorette for the marching band, and it was no shock that Luke had managed to pick her up, given his new-found ladies' man status. What Jacen didn't know, is why she was here. He suddenly realized that he was clad in only his boxers, and was standing with the door wide open. "Shit!" he cursed, grabbing a pair of jeans from the dresser next to the door and covering himself. Maggie giggled. "It's ok, stud. It's not like I haven't seen a man in underwear before." She grinned, and leaned against the doorframe, which caused her already short shirt to raise up a bit, revealing what appeared to be a very tan, and VERY toned stomach. Jacen swallowed, and realized he was staring. He shook his quickly, and looked back up at Maggie, his eyes narrowing. 'She isn't here for me... and even if she was, I wouldn't do anything anyway.' he reminded himself. "Can I help you?" he asked in a monotone, refusing to be manipulated by this female. God knew that was the story of his life for the last eight years of his life. The funny thing was, the last female to do that to him hadn't even known he'd existed until Graduation night, where he had professed his love to her in front of the entire town. Maggie didn't seem put off at all by his tone. She actually seemed to enjoy it. "Maybe you can help me." she said playfully, giving Jacen a sensuous wink. "Luke is spending the night in my room, and he asked me to get him a change of clothes from you." she said, smiling a perfect smile at him. Jacen nodded. It was perfectly like Luke to ask his fling to do things for him, but it was shocking that he had the nerve to do that to a senior, much less Maggie, one of the most beautiful girls in the school. Jacen headed over to Luke's closet and grabbed him a change of clothes, and packed it into a small bag that was sitting near the closet. Luke had done this sort of thing a few times, so Jacen had just started leaving old grocery bags by his closet for occasions such as this. "Nice butt!" he heard Maggie call out from the doorway. Jacen blushed, realizing that he wasn't covering himself with the pants. He stood up and headed over to the door, handing her the bag. Maggie smiled the perfect seductress' smile, and leaned in close to Jacen, her shirt falling open a bit more. 'Is it just me, or did she open her shirt two more buttons since I last looked?' Jacen thought to himself, trying his best to keep his eyes locked on her face. Maggie's lips flicked against his ear as she whispered "I wish you would come back to my dorm with me... it could be a lot of fun, the three of us." she purred, giving the outer edge of his ear a lick for extra effect. Jacen shivered. He was hard as a rock, and the material on his boxers was completely tented. She had on some intoxicating perfume, and her cleavage was lightly brushing against his bare chest. As if that wasn't enough, she hooked the thumb on her right hand inside Jacen's boxer line, slightly sagging that side. That little touch nearly made Jacen give in. He wasn't a complete virgin, although he had been in love with Erin for 8 years. He had lost control of himself at a graduation party during his senior year and had received a blowjob. It had been a mind-blowing experience for him, but he had resolved that until he had received closure on the Erin situation, nothing like that would ever happen again. Jacen moved his head away from hers, and stepped back. He saw the look of surprise in her eyes, and felt somewhat bad for her. 'Probably doesn't get rejected much.' he thought to himself. "Goodnight, Maggie." he said, closing the door behind him. --------- Maggie was definitely not used to not getting her way. The fact that Luke's roommate had shut the door on her offer was definitely irritating. 'What a prude.' she though to herself, turning and walking down the hallway towards the elevator. Alright, the threesome thing may have been a bit strong, he was a freshman after all, but even freshmen had jumped at that chance with her. She smiled, thinking about a certain freshman stud waiting for her back in her dorm. 'I'll be more than satisfied tonight.' she thought to herself, feeling herself grow wet from the thought of the steamy sex her and Luke would have. Maggie punched the button for the elevator, and didn't have to wait long. An attractive ('but not as hot as me' she reassured herself quickly) redhead stepped off and headed down the hallway. Maggie paid her little mind, and stepped into the elevator. ----------- Erin's mind was too preoccupied to notice the majorette get onto the elevator after her. She was still unsure of her plan, but she knew that it was necessary. She had to do this. She held an envelope in her left hand, and it was on this envelope that her entire plan hinged on. She needed this to work. 'There is no other alternative.' she thought. She checked the room number, and slid the envelope underneath the door. She paused for a moment, then knocked loudly on the door three times. She turned and hurried down the hallway, hoping the elevator got to the floor before he turned and looked... ----------------- Jacen practically growled when somebody knocked on his door. "Sleeping must be illegal on this campus." he said aloud. He stood up and walked over to the door, checking the peephole to see if it was Maggie. He couldn't see her. In fact, he couldn't see anyone. He opened the door and looked both ways. Nobody was in sight. 'Ding-dong-ditching was always my least favorite prank,' he thought. Jacen went to close the door, when he stepped on a piece of paper. Jacen bent down to examine it. An envelope, addressed to him. 'Weird.' he thought. He opened it up, and began to read...