"Graduate Work" Chapter 8 By: JValet Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction, containing highly unrealistic and (hopefully) arousing situations of a sexual (maybe illegal) nature. The author admits no connection between this work and any individuals living or dead, or indeed anything at all to do with any semblance of reality. Readers under the age of consent in their area should make sure that there are no adults around when they read this work, and to cover their tracks afterwards. The author may be reached at: jvalet45@netscape.net Lights go down, curtain rises... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A firm rap on the front door drove Jared from his half-slumber on the couch; the day's activites had left him drained, in every sense of the word, though his balls were recharging at a superhuman rate, and would soon be back at capacity. He sat up on the couch like a startled prairie dog, heart in his throat. What to do? His mom hadn't left him any instructions as to what to do if someone came to the door. She also hadn't left him any pants. The knock came again, and he remained frozen on the couch, silently praying that the visitor would go the way they came; had they seen that the house was ablaze with lights? A third knock sent him vaulting over the back of his sofa. What if it was his mom? What if she'd forgotten her keys? He'd be in serious dog shit then; Lord only knew when his next orgasm would come if he left Karen standing outside her own house. "Hang on!" he called out, casting about desperately for something that would cover the abbreviated boxer shorts he was currently wearing. The thick stem of his cock lay heavy and limp against his thigh, the large purple head tapping his left leg, free of the shorts and in clear sight. Running for the linen closet, he pulled out a large white towel and tied it 'round his waist. With a dash into the kitchen, he doused his head in the sink, then bolted for the front door just as there was a fourth, impatient rap. Wrenching the knob, Jared flung the door open. "I'm sooo sorry," he gushed, "I was in the shower and...Ms. Hernandes?" Standing just over the threshold, in the pool of light thrown from inside the house, stood the exquisite guidance counsellor from his high school, Ms. Carmen Hernandes. Standing at just five-foot two, the petite latina wore a white mock turtleneck that opened just above the swell of her cappucino cleavage, and a knee-length black skirt that rode low on her curvaceous hips, giving him a peek at her tight stomach; a slit on the side allowed Jared to see more slim calf and toned thigh, while a pair of black mules raised her height a few inches more, bringing the top of her head just above his chin. Night-black hair tied in a pony tail, Ms. Hernandes wore a pair of wire-framed glasses perched on the end of her nose and a wide smile on plush, coral-pink lips. "Good evening, Jared," she said. "I was wondering if I could have a word with you about your opportunities now that you're fresh out of high school." Her smile widened at the word 'opportunities,' and she started across the threshold. "You don't mind if I come in, do you?" Jared had no time to formulate an appropriate reply, and she pushed right past him. "Is your mother here?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Beneath her shirt, wide, chocolate-coloured aureolae crinkled as blood rushed to her nipples. "Ah, no," he said. "Maybe you should come back when she..." "Oh, don't be silly," the counsellor turned to give him an impish look. "You're a big boy now, Jared. You don't need your mommy to hold your hand, do you?" She continued on towards the couch, the lush curves of her buttocks twitching beneath the skirt that was so tightly wrapped around her hips while the hem swirled about her shapely knees; Ms. Hernandes sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, widening the slit and giving Jared a good long look at a vast expanse of muscular thigh. "Come on, Jared," she patted the cushion next to her. "Sit next to me; I don't bite." Her teeth flashed, dark eyes raking his teenaged body. Carmen rubbed her thighs together, feeling the heat between them growing; she'd watched this boy for three years, this deliciously shy young man whose dick was legendary throughout the school and reportedly virgin territory to boot. Who could resist breaking the fresh young stud and briging him to heel? All she needed was one summer to snare him and fuck him dry. Suddenly Jared was very much aware of exactly how little he was wearing. He'd seen the look on her face and recognized it as the same predatory mask that his mom had worn on that first morning, only a few days ago. At the thought of Karen, Jared's penis twitched involuntarily, and began to fill with blood. Carmen's sharp brown eyes caught the movement underneath his towel; had she seen it? Was that the monster whispered about by the school's gym teacher, Mrs. Strongbow? Her mouth flooded with saliva as she imagined the way his fresh virgin cum would taste, spurting from the magnificent purple mushroom that capped his cock. She patted the cushion next to her again, and blushing furiously, the boy sat down. "Now Jared, I realize that the world must seem awfully big and scary right now, but trust me," she leaned close to him, offering Jared a nice view down the front of her blouse at those perky b-cups, framed and pushed outward by her forearms as she bent towards him. Jared glanced once, but quickly looked away, thinking only of how angry his mom would be if she caught him aroused by another woman without her permission. How she would punish him, teasing, stroking, fucking his cock for days without release... "...all you need is more _experience_," Carmen was saying, her eyes catching another movement underneath Jared's towel. Even she wasn't expecting this fast a reaction, but who cared, so long as that pillar of meat ended up between her hungry thighs? Jared closed his eyes, mind reeling at the possibilites of his punishment; how his mom had teased him for the last few days, how Cathy's tiny hands would look, stroking his meat as he lay helpless underneath Karen's sloppy cunt, how it would feel to be helpless and used by two beautiful women at once, a toy, a human fuck machine and nothing else. "Jared?" Carmen asked, in mock concern. A thick lump by his knee was pressing upwards against the towel; his eyes were closed, and his breathing shallow. She laid her hand on his knee, and he jerked as if her fingers were charged with electricity. "Are you alright?" Her hand slipped a little higher, underneath the hem of the towel. Jared jerked again, and mumbled something. In his mind's eye, Karen's pouting lips gently kissed the dewey head of his cock, coming away wet and sticky with precum. Cathy paraded about behind her, wearing a pair of tiny terrycloth shorts, soaked at the crotch with her cunt cream, masturbating furiously and pleading with him to cum. Something hot splattered against Carmen's hand. He hadn't cum already, had he? Quickly withdrawing from his leg, she inspected the goo cooling on her skin, a thick clear gobbet of precum. This single puddle of lubricant was more than her ex had ever produced in orgasm; she lapped it up hungrily, then snaked her hand back under his makeshift skirt. "D'you need some help, honey?" She asked, reaching for the loose knot that kept the towel on his hips. It fell away to reveal the huge trunk of his cock, straining the seams of his boxers, the weeping plum pointing upwards at a weird angle. Her eyes lit up at the size of his cockhead, bigger than her fist! Her fingertips, cool and dainty, danced over the head of Jared's dick, playing with the hot syrup pouring out from the pulsing slit. It quivered at her touch, and the boy let out a low moan; Carmen removed her hand, watching in amazement as a huge wad of precum played between her fingers and his cock. It snapped, landing in a thick rope on his thigh. "It looks like you _do_ have just a bit of a problem, Jared," she fingered the leg of his shorts, so badly strained that the seam was beginning to rip from the sheer pressure his pole was exerting on the fabric. "But why did you want to hide _these_ from me? Were you doing something naughty before I got here?" Her little hand slipped inside his shorts, feeling the silky, hot texture of his cock as she slowly worked her way up to his crotch. "Were you playing with yourself, Jared honey? Touching yourself while thinking about fucking some girl's tight little cunt? Hmmm?" Carmen's hand, now far up the leg of his shorts, struck his cockring, that little steel cuff that dammed up his cum and kept his balls churning. The sexpot counsellor recoiled in surprise. She recognized what it was immediately, of course, but this was the last cock she'd expected to find restrained like this. Had someone already tamed this little virgin? Recovering quickly, Carmen grabbed hold of his knob and squeezed once, hard. "Kneel," she said, authoratatively. Jared, his mind on erotic autopilot, head swimming with visions of sex goddess of a mother, slid to the floor. She grinned gleefully; breaking a boy in was fun, but she'd never taken advantage of a fully-trained slave before. As a final test, she raised her foot before his eyes and said, "Kiss it." Jared took the coffee and cream coloured ped gingerly in his hands, and gently gave each adorable toe, with their pink-painted nails, an adoring suck. Exulting in her power, Carmen leaned back into the sofa, and allowed her hand to slip underneath her skirt. "Now clean my shoe, little man...suck the heel like the cock swinging between your legs." Jared fell to, lapping at the sole of her shoe like a dog, giving extra attention to the long, spike heel. Her hand worked furiously underneath the knee-length skirt, and soon a black thong, sopping wet slipped down her thighs. Obscene noises emanated from her cunt while long-nailed fingers frigged her clitty furiously. The smell of pussy quickly filled the room, and before long, Carmen had directed the boy to service her drooling quim. "Ahh! That's right, you little pussy-lapping _puta_! Suck it right - oh - right there! Fuck me with your tongue, little boy...mmmm, yeah, right up inside...if you were mine, I'd never leave you alone...I'd fuck that sweet face of yours every fucking minute...fill that mouth of yours with my cunt every hour of every fucking DAY! Oh God, YES! Gonna fuck your face... gonna cum all over your fucking mouth...oh yeah...oh Yeah! Fuck FUck FUCK!!" Her slim thighs clamped 'round Jared's head while she rode his face through a massive orgasm. He kept going, sucking at her cunt like there was no tomorrow, trained to drink every last drop of cream, driving her to another orgasm while she came down from the last. And another. And another, and so on until, exhausted, the flushed guidance counsellor pushed his face out of her pussy and fell back on the couch. "His dick's pretty good too, you know." Said a voice from the doorway. Standing there, arms crossed, was Karen Smythe with a bemused look on her face. "I'm Jared's mom, and I believe we should talk." * * * In the kitchen, Carmen and Karen sat 'round the table, each with a steaming cup of coffee cradled in her hand. They chatted, quickly discovering in each other a kindred spirit. A casual observer might have taken them for a pair of typical (albeit stunning) soccer moms, discussing who would drive whose kids where, not even noticing the hunched figure beneath the table, who spent his time between the thighs of one woman or the other, depending upon who wanted his agile tongue. "...so he's completely addicted, then?" Carmen asked. "Not just *addicted*, darling," Karen corrected. "He's absolutely dependant on my (ohhhh, that's right, little boy...nibble mommy's clitty just like *that*) vaginal secretions." "What happens if there's an accident? If you die or something? Will he just go the way of the forgotten house cat?" "Don't be silly," Karen sipped her coffee. "If I die, then this house and all my assets, including (God, that feels good. Shove your tongue *all* the way up inside mommy...see if you can suck out some of that wonderful cream you deposited there earlier.) Jared will go to Cathy, to be held in trust until her eighteenth birthday. Among my assets will be a syringe that contains a special *something* which (Ah! Mash your face into my cunt!) will re-code Cathy's pheremones to match my own, so that the boy (My wonderful cunt-lapping son, my pussy slave, my dildooooh Oh! OOOH!) will have another source of pussy cream." Reaching under the table, she pulled Jared's head from her dripping snatch. "Good job, honey. Now why don't you give Ms. Hernandes some of the same?" Slurping the excess cunt cream off his lips and chin, Jared just nodded, and turned around under the table. Karen slipped a creamy foot out from her shoe and began playing with the head of his cock. The linoleum here was simply awash in sexual secretions, both male and female, though it was mostly precum from the still-bound cock swaying like a pendulum between Jared's legs. "Right. Cathy. I was wondering, (Oooo...yesss...just lap away at my *cona*, boy. Clean up all that mess you made earlier.)" Carmen closed her eyes, and chewed a pouty, coral-pink lip, losing herself in the pleasure that this fuck machine of a boy was giving her. "Why alter her? Why not let her just come around the way we did, naturally?" "And have her go through the same pain we did?" Karen slowly raised her other foot. "Besides, just as Jared is my reward for eight long years of hard work, Cathy is my *revenge*." The long, spike heel of her shoe, dripping with slime from the floor, found its way between the cheeks of Jared's raised behind. "R (Ah!) revenge?" Carmen gasped as Jared suddenly squirmed between her legs. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, holding his face in her slippery cunt, force feeding her pussy to the boy while his mother slowly fucked his ass with a shoe. "Mine to play with...mine to tease...my toy..." Karen punctuated each statement by thrusting into his asshole, stroking his prostate with her heel, sending lightining bolts of pleasure through his body, pushing the cum out forcibly, slowly, past his cockring. Looking up, Jared's mom saw that Carmen's face was a frozen mask of pleasure; as she'd thought, this woman deserved to be fucked, properly and often. All she needed was a push in the right direction. "Carmen, honey? Would you like one of your very own?" "W-what?" Ms. Hernandes gasped through an orgasm. "Didn't you say you had a boy, still in high school?" "Y-yes, but - ah, GOD! He's sooo fucking GOOOOOOOD!" "Why don't we talk downstairs?" Karen gave Jared's asshole one last thrust, shoving his head right into Carmen's gushing cunt. * * * "Look at him," Karen wrapped her arms around the petite counsellor, grabbing one small, mocha tit. She swiped Carmen's slender shoulder with her lips, kissing her way up through silky black hair to her ear. Jared lay on the bed, unfettered. His cock was a towering spire of meat, waiting anxiously for some attention from the women before him. "Always ready, always waiting...don't you *want* this?" As if spellbound, Carmen reached out to touch the head of Jared's massive cock, one slim finger resting on the angry purple crown. A french-manicured nail traced its way from tip to base, a tickling touch that made him clench his ass; gobs of silvery precum oozed their way down after her questing digit, covering the tip in thick slime. "Sooo much cock, darling...all for you, anytime you want it. No sweaty fumbling, no two-pump charlies, just all this hot, hard *cock* however you want it, however *long* you want it." The petite latina swept her tongue across plush, though dry lips. There was just so fucking *much* between the boy's legs, rock hard and ready for her, not to mention the hugely swollen sac dangling beneath, full of creamy, sweet jism. While her mouth ran dry, her cunt drooled; but not Victor, never Victor, he was her *son*. "It fills you up like *nothing* else," Karen continued, mauling Carmen's breast. Her hand wandered between the guidance counsellor's shaky legs. "And you can do *any*thing with it. If you want to punish his cock for the sins of man, you can whip it all night, and he will still come back for more in the morning. Eternally tied to your sweet little cunt, he won't be able to resist anything you put him through. I'll show you - climb aboard his face." Her sloppy cunt eager for more, Carmen quickly complied, gasping with pleasure as Jared's dutiful tongue began lapping away. His mom also straddled his body, flattening his cock against his belly, trapping it under her hot, wet pussy. "Yesss...that's right, let his face carry you to another cum; a tireless tongue, an ever thirsting mouth, *that's* what I'm offering, darling." Grinding her cunt on Jared's cock, Karen leaned forward to whisper in the smaller woman's ear. "But his mouth isn't just a vibrator, dear; let your fluids *flow*, let him drink your golden nectar...his mouth is a tool for your use, a toilet, a shower, an *enema*..." Carmen let loose a torrent of piss, right into Jared's thirsty mouth. The latina writhed through another orgasm as the boy served as a hole for her waste, squealing with excitement when Karen commanded him to french-kiss her brown rosebud of an asshole. "But the best part is...he *loves* it..." Karen vaulted from Jared's body. "Look at his cock; a faceful of your piss, and he's harder than ever...ready for your sovereign cunt." Carmen, coming down from her orgasmic high, found herself staring right into the eye of the boy's cock, drooling hot precum right onto his own chest. It winked at her. "You don't mind if I take it for a test-ride before buying, do you?" The latina gave Karen a salacious look, and the chestnut-maned sex goddess knew that she'd made a "sale". "Of course not, but why don't we add a little spice?" Karen grinned, then stalked over to the wardrobe. "I think you're about Cathy's size, dear...I might have just the thing..." * * * Jared was glued to his seat, hands sweaty palms down on the desk in front of him. At the head of the "classroom," Ms. Hernandes was writing something on a blackboard, but he was more interested in the swirling pleats of her abbreviated black skirt as she swished entrancingly before him, lush little ass bobbing back and forth. His naked cock pressed hard against the metal underside of the desk; Karen had provided Carmen with a costume - not so her son. It took her ten minutes to write "Human Sexuality 101" on the board, dropping the chalk twice; a slow, langorous dip to retrieve it usually ended with Carmen taking a minute to re-buckle the single strap on her heels, the hem of her skirt flapping somewhere around the lower curve of her plump, firm, buttocks. Once she had finished writing, the petite latina hopped up on "her" desk beside the chalkboard, her supple b-cups bobbing beneath a tight, white halter-top; the neckline dropped low enough to reveal the upper quarters of her tits. Her slim, brown, bare shoulders bore no cumbersome bra straps. She crossed her legs, slender mocha calves sliding against one another, a hint of black peeping out from between gently muscled thighs. "Now, Jared," she began, "the reason I asked you to stay behind today is that you're not doing as well in my class as I hoped. You're a verry bright boy, Jared, so I thought you might benefit from some 'tutoring.'" She smiled lasciviously. His dick was starting to hurt, rock hard and pushing insistently against the cold steel of the desk; the back legs were starting to rise from the floor. "Are you even listening to me, Jared?" Carmen chided gently. His eyes snapped up from the panties peeking at him to her smiling face. "Y-yes, ma'am." He answered. "Really?" She arched an eyebrow. "I think maybe you were staring somewhere you shouldn't; I think *that's* the real reason you're doing so poorly in this class, Mr. Smythe." "No ma'am, I mean I-" From outside the door, Karen listened intently. The boy was playing his part pretty well; not that he required much prompting to pretend to be the nervous schoolboy. She resisted the urge to touch herself, despite the flowing juices between her legs. It wouldn't do to mess up her wardrobe. "I think otherwise," Carmen hopped from the desk, her skirt momentarily flapping up to reveal a pair of tiny black bikini panties. She approached Jared's desk and crouched beside him. Reaching underneath, she grabbed hold of her "pupil's" thick stalk. "And he seems to agree with me, wouldn't you say, Jared?" She began stroking the silky skin just behind the head of his cock. "Now, when the male member becomes aroused like this, it becomes engorged with blood," her hand stroked the full length of his dick, despite not being able to encompass even half of its massive girth. "The more aroused it gets, the harder it becomes until your whole cock is a pulsing shaft of steel, ready to to penetrate the willing vagina of your partner. Do you know what else happens?" "No," Jared replied. "Well, these big beautiful balls of yours start plumping up with fresh, thick semen, getting ready to fill your partner up with all that nasty hot *cum*." Her hand flew from the base of his cock to the head. "But before that happens, it starts producing some lubricant to ease its entry: precum. Sweet, tasty precum." Carmen's hand came away from the weeping cap of his dick wet with clear slime; she lapped it up eagerly. "Why don't you try some?" Smearing her lips with his goo, the horny counsellor swooped in to kiss Jared hard, pushing her agile tongue past his slack lips. At first he resisted, trying weakly not to take in any of his own salty slime, but she was insistent and Jared quickly found himself swallowing his own precum, much to their mutual arousal. "Mmmmmmmm..." Carmen pulled her tongue from Jared's mouth, leaving him panting. "Of course, given that your lubricant tastes sooo good, I'd imagine that you'll not only be having vagina intercourse, but oral sex as well. Would you like to sample that as well? I'd hate to send a student out into the world half-taught." Without another word, she pulled the desk away from his chair, setting his massive dong free, springing up like a jack-in-a-box, sending an arc of syrupy goo flying at the chalkboard. Dropping between his legs, the petite counsellor grasped his dick in both hands; pink tongue flicking out between lush, parted lips, Carmen gave the swollen mushroom head a single kiss. Her mouth came away coated in his pre-jizz. She lapped it up eagerly, then dipped her head back down for more. Jared's head lolled as he revelled in the sensations that his guidance counsellor was giving him, tongueing his glans, nibbling the crown of his cock, even frenching the slit on his dick, pushing the tip of her agile tongue inside his shaft, sending burning pleasure shooting backwards down that thick pole to his balls. Suddenly, his knees were awash in black silk as she took her hair down; brushing it all to one side, Carmen began massaging his balls with that lustrous black mane. All those silky strands, carressing and tickling his testicles sent shivers through Jared's entire body, and his knees trembled. He was treading the trembling edge of orgasm, now, his sac boiling with hot seed, the head of his massive cock alight with obscene pleasure. His cockring had been removed for this "exercise," and he clung tightly to the hope that he'd be allowed to cum, now. Carmen's lips attached themselves to the huge purple head and sucked hard, trying to pull the semen straight from his scrotum. "What's going on here!?" An 'engraged' voice exploded behind them; groaning in disappointment, Jared's head lolled up to see his mom standing in the doorway, arms crossed, pretending to look angry. Carmen's head popped off his massive cock. "Why, Mrs. Smythe!" The counsellor began to stand, brushing her knees. "I wasn't expecting..." "Neither was I expecting to find you involved in *intercourse* with my son!" Karen 'raged,' striding into the room, chestnut hair flying behind her. She was dressed all in white, a tight collared shirt with three or four buttons undone to reveal a deep cleavage, and a knee-length wraparound skirt that hugged her hips and firm thighs. A pair of while sandals with four-inch wedge heels elevated her to goddess heights. "Tutoring, indeed! And you, young man," she gave Jared a steely glare, "I'm deeply disappointed in you! How many times have I told you to keep that *thing* of yours under control?" "I-I'm sorry, mommy..." he began. "Silence!" She stalked over to his seated form, naked, supine, and vulnerable. "You want to know what oral sex is all about?" She unsnapped a button, and the skirt fell to the floor. Jared's gaze locked on the narrow hedge of pubic hair pointing directly at the wet heaven between her legs. With a long leg, she pushed the chair back until it fell to the floor, her son still seated in it. Then, without any further ado, Karen seated her dripping cunt lips on top of his for an intimate french kiss. "That's right, boy! Suck my fucking cunt!" She rode his face like a cowgirl, grinding her hips over his features, pushing her engorged clit into his nose. Unable to wait any longer, Carmen dropped her panties and kicked the chair away from the naked boy. Straddling his writhing body, she slowly sank her sopping wet pussy down on top of his waiting cock, spearing her sloppy snatch with a foot of boymeat. As she felt her hungry vagina fill with his cock, the petite counsellor knew. She had to have it. She had to have one of these waiting for her at home every day, ready any time she wanted it... ...sitting in his bedroom, Victor Hernandes felt a shudder run through his body. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...and that's it for chapter eight. Sorry it took so long to get out, but r/l kept getting in the way, and I wouldn't expect a ninth chapter any time soon. My wedding's coming up on the first of August, and my wife and I will be spending the whole month rambling around Europe. At any rate, I hope you're enjoying the story, and as always, comments/queries/suggestions are welcome!