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Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2009 21:10:02 -0400
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[Sorry I've been away so long. More stories to come. Subject to
improvement.]

	The small meeting room gradually filled with parents and
students.
	"Is that really you, Shandra?"
	"Yeah." the young woman answered.
	"You're a senior?" The older man was incredulous. Divorced. From
out of state. He hardly recognized his daughter's best friend.
	"Yes."
	"Can you believe it?"Shandra's mother beamed.  "My little baby."

	"Mom..." Shandra rolled her eyes.
	"You look a little nervous," her friend's father smiled,
noticing the young woman's flushed complexion. "I could never
speak in front of people."
	"No..." The girl laughed. "We thought we were late. We ran from
the car."
	
	45 Minutes Before

	"Oh my God, I thought Mom would never leave," said Shandra.
	Her boyfriend, Matthew, followed her into the kitchen where she
quickly picked up a book, some notes  and a spiral notepad.
	"What time do you need to be there?"
	"Like, now," she snapped.  "Seriously, I want to be there
early."
	"It's only five minutes from here!"
	Shandra felt her boyfriend's hand on her hip, then lower to cup
her ass. "God, you've got a cute butt."
	"I've gotta' go!"
	"Turn around."
	She turned. He pushed her books out of her hands and onto the
table. Then shoved her backward until the table's edge pressed
into her ass. They kissed. She matched his passion, kissing him
just as urgently.  His hands moved up over her small breasts,
feeling them through her black dress. Her nipples hardened under
his palms. She pulled him by his ass against her pelvis. Her
breath and his shook. She pushed him away. Dazed.
	"I can't," she breathed.
	"You're wet."
	Her eyes fluttered. She wanted to sit on the table's edge, to
open her legs for him. "I can't," she said again.

	45 Minutes Later

	"So what's your senior presentation going to be about?"
	"Feminism," Shandra answered.
	The small auditorium was almost full. Matthew's mother, Gale,
joined Shandra, her mother and her friend's father. "Have you
tried the cake? It's delicious." She balanced a plate with one
hand, a drink in the other.
	"Did you say Feminism?" Gale asked.
	"Yes," Shandra answered. "Women's rights have always interested
me."
	"She's applied to pre-law," her mother interjected.
	"Good for you!" Gale drawled between bites of cake. She glanced
at Matthew, just joining them. "Where's your tie, hon?"
	"My tie?"
	"Weren't you wearing a tie when you left?" Gale asked. "I
thought you were wearing a tie."
	"Oh yeah...." Matthew felt his collar. "I needed a new one. I
forgot..."
	
	45 Minutes Before

	Shandra rushed out to Matthew's car. Matthew started the engine.
She climbed in, closed the door.
	"What's wrong?" Shandra asked.
	"Nothing," Matthew answered. He glanced left and pulled out onto
the road.
	They drove. Then stopped at a red light.		
	"I want you too," she said quietly.
	"It's been seven days since you started the pill," Matthew
responded, quietly.
	Shandra didn't answer.
	"I've never cum in you..."
	Shandra's stomach felt feather-light. She pressed her ass into
the seat, almost absent-mindedly. "Which way are you going to
school?" she finally said.
	"I know a shortcut."
	"No." But Shandra's voice had changed. Her "no" was quieter,
maybe submissive. "I don't want to be late."

	45 Minutes Later

	"Are you ok, Shandra?" Sarah whispered.
	"I'm fine," Shandra whispered back.
	"You're squirming!"
	"I have to pee."
	The small crowd applauded as Matthew's younger sister finished
her presentation. The high school senior smiled and the assistant
principal took her place. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Steve Bower will
give the next presentation."
	"Aren't you next?" Sarah whispered.
	"God, I wore too much?" Shandra whispered.
	Sarah sniggered.
	Shandra tried not to smile. "Are you going to Dave's party
tonight?"
	"Totally," Sarah answered.
				
	45 Minutes Before
	
	"Mat..."
	"Unbotton your dress," he said nervously as he drove.
	She did. One button, then the next, then the next. Slowly. Her
breath was shallow.
	"Like this?" she asked in a whisper.
	"Pull the top apart," he said, seeing peripherally, but driving
too.
	Her breasts flickered in and out of darkness as they passed
under streetlights. Her nipples were swollen and arched upwards
with her deepening breaths. "What do want me to do next?" she
asked.
	"Tell me what's going to happen to you," he said, his own
breathing shallow.
	Shandra knew what he was asking. This was her out. I'm going to
be driven to school, she could say. I'm going to give you a blow
job, she could say. "You're going..." her heart raced. "...you're
going to fuck me without a condom. You're going to cum in my
womb."

	45 Minutes Later
	
	Brief applause was followed the Assistant Principal taking his
place at the podium.
	"You're red as a beet!" Sarah whispered to Shandra.
	"I'm nervous."
	"I thought you said..."
	"Never mind..."
	"Ms. Shandra James will be next. Her topic tonight will be
feminism." The microphone failed. After two or three tries the
Assistant Principal hushed everyone. "Go head and stretch," he
announced. "Richard is getting a new microphone."
	Sarah stood.
	Shandra didn't want to.
	"Do you want some water?" Shandra's mother asked, tapping her on
the shoulder from her seat behind her.
	"No thanks, Mom."

	45 Minutes Before
	
	"Take your panties off."
	Shandra reached under the hem of her dress, pulling it up
until it almost revealed her sex.  With a shimmy of her hips,
first left, then right, she pushed her panties down and over her
slender legs. They fell to her ankles. She leaned forward and
pulled them over her feet. Her nipples pressed against the rough
fabric of her dress. She sat up.
	"Where should I put them?" she asked.
	"I don't care."
	She stuffed them under the seat.
	"Spread your legs."
	She did; or as far as she could. She felt her sex open as she
opened her legs, warm and moist. Her breathing came in shallow
gasps.
	Matthew had already loosed his tie. He tugged through his
collar. "You know where this goes..." he said.
	Shandra took the tie and wrapped the smaller end loosely around
her neck. The car stopped in the empty playground parking lot
overlooking the school. There were no lights, only one under the
school building's eave, shadowed by the leaves of late spring.
They were in darkness.
	He stepped out of the car, walked to his girlfriend's side and
opened the door. She gazed at him, eyes half lidded, legs open,
bare breasts rising and falling. He took the loose end of the tie
and pulled her out of the car. She clasped her hands behind her
back.
	"Hold it," he said. He lifted the back of her dress and placed
it in her hands at the small of her back. She was naked from the
hips down. The slender swell of her hips and ass rounded smoothly
into the darkness between her legs.
	"Now walk," he said, watching the young woman's hips and ass
sway in the half light. He was hard. Aching.
	He stopped her at the fringe of trees, where the higher ground
fell away - down thirty or forty feet to the back side of the
school. Cars were parking at the front of the school. They could
only see the light reflected from the trees at the school
entrance. There was a one story sprawling brick building between
them and the others. They could look down at its roof.
	"Hah!" Shandra gasped. Matthew's mouth closed over her breast.
He sucked  her tit deeply into his mouth. She arched. She could
feel her sex, arching upward between her legs,  behind her,
readying.
		
	45 Minutes Later

	The Assistant Principal tapped the mic, then adjusted it, then tapped
it again. The general conversation among the attendees decreased.
"OK," he said, "I think everything is working."
	The attendees quietly shuffled back to their seats.
	"As I said before," he continued, "our next speaker will be
Shandra James. She will be graduating Magna Cum Laude and will be
giving the valedictory speech at graduation. Her work at this
school has been outstanding. She has been a model to other
students and we will miss her. Will everyone now please welcome
Ms. James."
	The attendees applauded.
	"I need your sweater!" Shandra whispered urgently.
	Sarah looked blankly. "My sweater?"
	Shandra yanked it from the back of Sarah's chair, meaning to
wrap it around her waist.
	Shandra felt her mother tap her on the shoulder. "When you're
presenting," she heard her mother whispered loudly. "Nothing
makes a good impression like good posture.  Stand straight!"

	45 Minutes Before

	"Bend over."
	They were under the shade of the trees. It was night. No one
could see them. The light of a back room had been switched on.
Shandra shook. She bent over, legs straight, presenting, her
hands still clasped behind her back. "I'm still just a high school
girl," she whispered.
	She felt him tie the free end of the tie loosely around her
wrists. Her dress hung around the narrow of her waist, her hips
and the place between her legs naked and unprotected.
	"How old are you," Matthew asked. She heard him unzip his pants.
	"Eighteen," she breathed.
	"You don't think you're old enough?" He ran his hand over her
ass, just grazing the wetness at the joining of her legs. "Let's
find out."
	She groaned. "But I'm not sure..." she groaned, playing the
game.
	"There's only one way to find out...."
	"Mmmm!" She moaned. He was pinching her tit where it hung under
her. The fingers of his other hand grazed her clit. She arched
and presented her ass, following his fingers upward with each
glide over her clit, groaning as he pinched and pulled on her
nipples.
	"So far so good," he murmured breathlessly.
	"Ummm.... now what?" she breathed.		
	"Open your mouth."
	"That's it..." She heard him groan and he ran his hand over her
ass. "So ready to be mounted. Now you look like a woman..."

	45 Minutes Later

	"What is a woman?" she asked, beginning her speech. "The
definition of womanhood has changed throughout history and has
too often been defined by men. They are their father's commodity
and their husband's property. They are the mother of God and
harlot condemned by God. Women are our iconography and our
pornography. They are the girls men covet and the crones they
revile.
	"Feminism began as women's right to define themselves. Feminism
is the expression of women's desire to be heard, to be respected,
to be equal..."

	45 Minutes Before

	She could still taste his cock on her lips, in her mouth.
	"Let's find out if you're a woman." He moved behind her.		
	"I don't ayiiii......" she gasped. He was penetrating her,
smoothly. Her mouth opened. She felt skin! At first just the soft
warmth of his smooth round head placed against her slick lips -
so unlike a condom! Her brows knitted and she widened her stance.
"Uhn!" The opening into her body swallowed the head of his cock.
She could -feel- him. She could -feel- the ridge behind the head
of his cock as he sank into her. Her head shot back. "Oh fuck!"
There had been no condom package torn open. There had been no
waiting for him to put a condom on his cock. He could penetrate
her any time he wanted. Anywhere. "Huhn!" She tried to keep her
balance. He held her wrists. The girth of him slid fully into her
wet belly. "Uhn..." God! So deep!
	She heard him groan. Then felt both hands on her hips.
	He drew back, skin against skin. then thrust. She bit her lip
and cried out. God, he felt so good, the heat of him inside her.
She cried out again with another thrust. This was real sex. There
was a bare cock deeply inside her! - for the first time! His own
groans joined her cries. Then he was thrusting hard and fast,
overcome by the small young woman who offered herself to him.
	"Yeah?" he asked, out of breath.
	His thrusts abruptly changed - he stayed deep inside her with
short, hard thrusts.
	"Oh...." She moaned. "Please don't!"
	"Why ?" Matthew groaned, playing the game.
 	"Please! You're gonna' make..." she struggled to free her
hands. "I can't stop..."
	"What's the matter?" he growled.
	She struggled, hips pivoting around the length inside her.
	"Look at you," he groaned. "Class valedictorian."
	"Please..." She lifted her hips, pushed, and arched but couldn't
dislodge the cock penetrating her. "I can't... can't stop it..."
	She tried to turn.
	"No you don't," he growled. "Look straight ahead. This has got
nothing to do with you."
	"Nothing to...?"
	"I said look straight ahead!" He pulled her hair back.
	"Uhhh! You're... you're  making me..."
	"Hush."
	 She felt her muscles clench around her boyfriend's cock. Yes.
Like this. Someone was in one of the rooms that faced the
hillside - the hillside where she was being fucked. The light
went off again. The muscles in her belly clenched again as the
cock thrust in and out of it. She heard some laughter from the
parking lot on the building's other side. She tried to breathe
evenly. She couldn't. She gasped. She thought she could hear the
voice of her friend and laughter. Her pussy clenched on the cock
again - fucking her from behind.
	The closest sound was his skin against hers, skin against skin,
the sounds of her own youthful wetness. She watched shadows grow
longer, then shorter as more cars pulled in. She tried to breathe
again. But she was being fucked. Her body was being fucked from
behind.
	"Uuuhhhhnnn..." Her eyes rolled. The muscles in her sex,
penetrated again and again, moved smoothly from a last clenching
gasp to a smooth pulsing: her body's answer to a man's cock -
contracting around it again and again.  A woman's answer. She
couldn't stop it. She had nothing to do with it.  "Uh... uh...
uh... uh.....uh...uuhhhnnnn..." Yes!

	45 Minutes Later
	
	"Let us control our bodies. Let us seek our own position in
life. Let us no longer think of ourselves as helpless. Let the
ideal of modern feminism be the woman free to define herself -
free from the imposition of men -and- women. Let us be free to be
both professionals and non-professionals - mother and home keeper
without guilt. Let us be free to define ourselves as both
desiring and objects of desire. Let us be free to make our own
choices..."
	
	45 Minute Before

	Matthew pulled on the tie that bound her wrists. She grunted as
his cock pressed deeper into her belly. He was going to cum in
her! A  man was going to cum in her womb. Hers! "Please..." she
breathed, her belly shaking with a last spasm. "I've never...
never had cum inside me..." 	
	"Oh God!" she heard Matthew moan.
	"I'm not sure..." she mewled, urging him on.
	"Fuck, woman..."
	"I'm not sure... I'm not sure  you should..."
	"What do you think you're for?" he panted. "Huh?"
	"I'm a woman..."
	"Exactly," he interrupted, groaned and pressed himself hard
inside her.
	Her eyes grew wide and gasped.
	He was pulsing inside her! She could feel it! Cum! A man's cum!
- spilling deep inside her belly. She moaned, a long, guttural
instinctive moan as her body received her lover's effluence. She
swore she could feel the warm fluid flow into her.
	Matthew exhaled loudly. One last shudder. Then it was over. She
stood. He gently placed a hand on her womb, another on her
breast, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear. She rested her head
on his shoulder, her hands still bound at the small of her back,
his cock still twitching inside her, in her belly. This was her
favorite part of sex. The gratitude. His hands moved gratefully
over her hips, belly and breasts. She pressed her ass back,
against him, equally grateful.

	45 Minutes Later
	
	"I knew you when you were just a 2nd grader! And to think you
presented tonight!"
	"Thank you," Shandra smiled.
	"And here you are," said Sarah's father, "a bright young woman."
	"Thanks," Shandra answered politely, wishing she could be
somewhere else.
	"It's like the first day of the rest of your life."
	"Shandra!" It was Sarah. Thank God. "Do you want to go to the
party tonight. Steven said we could ride with him. Stacy and Ron
are going with Janice."

	45 Minutes Before

	Matthew released her hands and untied the tie from her neck. She
rubbed her wrists. Turned to kiss him. He pushed down her dress.
It slid over her naked hips and fluttered to her knees. "We have
to go!" she whispered. Her belly felt warm.
	"Jesus, that felt good." Matthew returned her kiss.
	"C'mon," she urged him. "We have to go!" Mathew's tie slipped to
the ground as he forced his still hard sex into his pants. He
didn't notice and neither did she.
	"This way!" he said. He pulled her down the walkway that led
from the playground at the top of the hill, to the school's back
entryway.
	Her panties. They were in the car! But she didn't care. It was
almost time! They went into the school the back way. It was
unlocked! They could hear voices around the corner of the long
hallway that led from one classroom to another. He stopped her,
pressed her back against the wall. "Fuck," he mumbled as he
kissed her, palming her breast and squeezing her ass. "I want
you. Again."
	She gasped and kissed him back just as fiercely. "I'm so wet,"
she moaned.
	"Tonight," he groaned,
	"God, I feel like you filled me," she whispered. "You're still
inside me. It's like you're still fucking me. When I'm up there,
think about how you're in my belly." She slipped away from his
groping and rounded the corner. There was Sarah! The friends saw
each other.
	Then Shandra felt wetness on her thigh - both of her thighs.
	
	45 Minutes Later

	Shandra pulled Matthew behind her.
	"I'm going with Matthew," she said, almost too curtly to Sarah.
	They went the long way.
	They walked around the building, found the gravel pathway back
up to the playground.
	Shandra's stomach was tied in knots.
	She raced up the pathway. Matthew followed, watching her slender
hips sway. She had been fucked. He liked that about her. Some
women always looked like they had just been fucked.
	"What's going on?" he asked when they reached the top of the
path.
	She faced him, then loosened the sweater that she had tied
around her waist. She put it on the hood of Matthew's car. Then
she quietly turned her back to him, raised her hands and leaned
on the car, arching her back.
	Her black dress was soaked at the center of her ass, the center of
her round hips, at her pussy. She glanced back at him. Her black
dress was white with his cum. Matthew stepped behind her, slowly
lifting her dress.
	"So," he said quietly, "you gave a speech on feminism with a
man's cum dripping out of you."
	"I'm so fucking hot," she said, her breath wavering.
	He lifted the soaked dress over her ass. Her thighs were
streaked with cum. She was a woman. She had been fucked.
	He unzipped. "I don't get you."
	'I like it," she smiled. "Men are so clueless."
	"But useful," he answered.
	"Huhnnn!" she arched. He slipped easily, wetly and nakedly
inside her. "Do it again."
	

	
												
	
	
	
	

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