Graduation (Summertime, and the Livin’ is Easy)
At nine AM Alan threw the garment bag holding his cap and gown in the backseat of the car and headed to school. It was the day before graduation, and though there were no classes scheduled for the seniors, there was a commencement rehearsal at noon. He planned on spending the morning hanging out with friends and cleaning out of his locker a year’s worth of detritus.
As he was going through his locker, making ample use of the large wastebaskets placed in the hall for the departing seniors, Alan chatted and hugged many of his friends. He probably wasn’t going to see many of these people for years, perhaps not until his first high school reunion, five years away, though some of them he would see during breaks and vacations.
He turned and saw both Ms. Megan Kelly and Mrs. Kimberly Hall, approaching him from opposite directions. Kim spoke up first. “I, uh, need to see you in my office. Could you spare a little time?”
Megan noticed the twinkle in the guidance counselor’s eyes, but said nothing of it. “When you’re done with Ms. Hall could you come by my classroom. I, ah,” she improvised, “Need some help moving some things.”
Alan shut the door behind him and Kim pressed her body hard against him, her bosom mashing into his chest as she kissed him forcefully. She pulled back, gasping. “I know I said that we weren’t going to do this again after that time you were nice enough to, you know...”
“Fuck you up the ass?” Alan grinned at her, and she returned the smile.
She lost her train of thought, savoring the memory of the day Alan broke her anal cherry. “Mmmm, that was such a nice morning.” Her eyes glazed over slightly and her body trembled against his. “I was wondering...”
“What?” he asked, a hint of a smile forming on his lips.
“Well, since you’re graduating and all, would you...” She trailed off again, and her body rubbed against him harder. He put his hands on top of her shoulders and pushed her back to arm’s length.
He looked right into her eyes and he saw her need. “Say it,” he muttered as he continued to stare into her.
“Please,” she gasped, unable to break eye contact.
“F-fuck me,” she whined, her body trembling so much that Alan had to grip her more tightly. “Please,” she gasped, “I neeeed to be used.”
Alan led her to the couch and sat down beside her, his hands stealing under her skirt; she wasn’t wearing panties, and her pussy was shaved. She began purring as he rubbed her pussy lips, and to his surprise his hand came against a small metal ring which was fitted through the hood of her clitoris. “Hmmm, what’s this, Mrs. Hall?” he asked her as he diddled with it. Kim’s face flushed instantly and she looked away from him.
“M-my h-husband got that for me,” she said sheepishly.
“He got it for you, or you got it for him?” he asked her back, an eyebrow arched.
“I, uh, he, uh, he took me to New York for some, uh, f-fetish, uh, items, and we went into a shop that also did, uh, things like that.” She barely rose above a whisper, and he had to strain to hear her tremulous voice. He slipped a finger into her and she gushed, her warm juices soaking his hand. She brought her fist up to her mouth and gasped, biting down on her index finger. The stimulation got her going, and she proceeded to tell the teenager about the things she and Mark, her husband, had been doing of late.
The handcuffs he used to chain her to the headboard; the blindfold he covered her with during some of their hottest encounters; the spankings which excited her to no end; the gags, the sex toys; the times when he covered her body in oil and used her repeatedly; their thrice weekly shaving ritual; his forbidding her to wear panties; the sex in public places.
She became more and more animated as she went on, in part due to Alan’s fingers, but mostly at the thrills she was reliving by recounting her experiences out loud for the first time. Her orgasm ended her stories; Alan wasn’t sure if she was out of things to tell or merely wrecked by the climax. A drop of drool escaped the corner of her mouth and was slowly tracing a wet path to her jawbone. He lifted her summer dress by the hem, and she raised her arms over her head to allow him to get it off. She was wearing a satin bra with lacy edging, the same light green her dress, and garters and hose to match. She noticed him admiring her lingerie, and informed him that Mark chose her outfit every morning now, both the underthings and the dress; she no longer wore pants. He reached behind her and unclipped her bra.
“Well, well, well,” he chuckled softly, “Those look familiar.” He nipples were adorned by two gold rings, with gold beads in the center, nearly identical to the pair he had bought for Kate.
She smiled at him, and explained. “Mark and I went to three or four places before we found these. He couldn’t understand why I was being so picky about them, but after seeing Kate’s I knew I had to have a pair like them.” She punctuated her remarks by pulling off his shirt and rubbing her erect nipples into his hard chest.
“A nice pair,” he commented as he reached up to play with her rings. She began to purr again, and then slipped to the floor, kneeling in front of him.
“May I?” she asked, her hands approaching his zipper.
“May you what?” he replied, his eyes boring into her.
“May I suck your cock, sir?”
“By all means, slut.” She giggled at being called a slut.
She pulled at his zipper with mounting excitement, and gasped when his raging erection came into her view. He lifted his butt off the couch, allowing her to pull his pants down to his ankles, and then she bent down to untie his shoes and take them and his socks off so she could slip his pants completely from him. She kissed his feet as a sign of her submission. Alan liked that. “Lick them,” he ordered, and she got to work. He reached down and pulled her up by her hair, and she buried her face in his crotch, inhaling deeply and reveling in his scent. He smelled so masculine, she thought giddily as her tongue made its way up and down the underside of his shaft, and around his balls. She enjoyed pleasuring him this way, delighted at the sight of his penis rising to full mast and knowing that she was the reason why, but she really needed to take him in her mouth.
“May I suck your cock now?” she gasped, “Please, Sir, I need to b-blow you.” Her body was on fire, and she could feel the first tricklings of pussy juice slide down her inner thighs. He nodded and she took him into her mouth, groaning around the head of his cock as she did. She began to build up her rhythm, and in short order his cock was penetrating her throat. It took mere minutes for her to deep throat him all the way, her lips nestled in his pubic hair.
He was impressed. “Wow, I can’t believe you’re taking me all the way. It took Kate weeks to suck me as deep as this,” he commented.
She popped her mouth off of his knob and smiled up at him, “As my husband is always saying to me, ‘Practice makes perfect.’ This is nothing. He’s almost as big as you, and a lot of the times my arms are bound behind me when I suck him off.” She replaced her mouth on his enormous erection and resumed her sucking.
After five minutes she began to feel tired and confused. Recently she had been able to get her husband off in minutes. All of the aforementioned practice had made her into one outstanding cocksucker. She never minded getting Mark off quickly, secure in the knowledge that her well-trained mouth could have him hard again in no time; but Alan was challenging her. She was giving him everything she had, and he seemed nowhere near climax. It was both maddening and terrifying to her. “Sir? Am I doing something wrong?” He could see a tear forming in one of her eyes. She didn’t know about his abilities; he reassured her, the he pulled her up and laid her down on the couch. Leaning over Alan took one of her ringed nipples between his teeth and bit down with moderate force; Kim heaved her body up at him, groin mashing into his, loving the sensations running through her breast, and feeling his hardness against her body.
Alan removed his mouth from her chest and settled between her legs. She watched raptly as he placed the head of his gigantic cock against her dripping pussy. Fluids were freely escaping from the entrance, and she arched her back to give him a better target.
“Yessssss!” she hissed as she felt him enter her. She began to grunt in time with his thrusts, and after an explosive orgasm she began to cry. “Thank you. Thank you,” she sobbed. “It’s SO good. UGH. I really needed this.” Soon after she came again, her pussy clamped down on his shaft, her juices fountaining out around his invading cock.
He pulled her up and sat her down on his lap. Her head came down against his shoulder and she looked up at him.
“More?” he asked her jocularly.
“More,” she whispered, dead serious. She ground her butt into his thighs, and rubbed her back against her erection. He cupped her ass cheeks in his palm and lifted her up so she was completely above it. She reached down and placed it against her own sopping pussy lips, but he stopped her.
“No, slut. Not this time,” he commanded, and she understood instantly, shifting his cock back and her hips forward so that the head came to rest at her backdoor’s entrance. She sank down on his shaft slowly, and when she fully enveloped her he placed his hands over her hips and held her still. Even though she had been taking her husband in her ass for many weeks, she was still startled at the sensation, and even more startled at how much she loved it. Here, now, in her school office, with an eighteen year old boy buried to the hilt in her tightest passage, the feelings were indescribeably good. The taboo natures of the coupling (both the anal aspect and the student-teacher aspect) ramped up the eroticism to a degree she had never experienced. All of the pleasures she had had were because of that strange encounter with him lo those many weeks ago. He was like a jailer with a key, releasing her from a prison of dreary sex into a depraved world of kinkyness and desire.
Alan pulled her head back and twisted his so he could sink his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it frantically, lost in wave upon wave of forbidden pleasure as he began to lift and drop her clenching butt on his erection. Soon she took over her own movements, allowing him to move his hands to other parts of her body. He especially enjoyed playing with her new jewelry, and his hands on her clit were driving her up the wall. Her pussy leaked juice, and it was dripping back onto his cock, providing further lubrication. Since her office had no windows and it being the middle of June it was quite warm, made warmer by the frenetic fucking within. The insulation for the soundproofing usually kept it cool inside, but the steaminess of the two lovers managed to raise the temperature to the point that both were drenched in sweat.
As Alan was about to come he jammed three fingers up Kim’s soaked and spasming snatch, and placed his thumb on her pierced clit, mashing it against the fingers buried within her. She stiffened and let out a thunderous yell, her butt rippling around his squirting cock. She slid off of him and curled up into a ball on the carpet, unable to catch her breath for a few moments.
“Clean me off,” he barked at her. Her butt had obviously been well trained. Alan was almost to the point of passing out himself from their fun and games. His chest was also heaving, and he was drenched in perspiration. Once she had licked him clean she looked up at him with worshipful eyes, awaiting permission to speak. He nodded at her.
“Are you staying in town this summer, Sir?”
As he made his way down the halls to Megan’s classroom he was constantly stopped by classmates. He gave his friends as much time as he could spare, signing many yearbooks and posing for pictures. It was a quarter of eleven, and the commencement rehearsal started at noon, so he figured he had time to stop and chat a bit.
By the time he reached Ms. Kelly’s classroom it was just past eleven. She was standing at the slightly ajar door watching him walk towards her, and when he was within reach she grabbed him a pulled him through, locking the door behind them.
“This is so sexy!” she exclaimed. “This is the last time we’re gonna fuck in this room.”
“Ah, it takes me back,” he joked, smiling at her, and she cracked up.
“So, how was your ‘meeting’ with Kim Hall?” she smirked. She was delighted at his blushing in response. “I thought so,” she giggled. “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, “I wonder if she’s into girls.”
“I don’t know about her,” Alan shot back, “But I do know that I’m into girls!” He held her at her hips and she leaned in and up to kiss him.
“I’m really going to miss this. Leila and I have been talking about it, and we’ve decided to spend more time in Manhattan next year. One weekend a month we’re going to take a hotel room in the city and see some shows, go to some galleries, museums, perhaps a concert now and then at Lincoln Center.”
“Oh? Is that all you’re planning on doing?” he asked mischievously.
“Well, Leila is a big Mets fan, so we’ll probably take in a game when we can,” she teased as she rubbed her hands up and down the from of his pants, stimulating his growing bulge. He pulled sharply at her skirt, popping the snaps and throwing it to the floor; she gripped his package in response.
“Oh, there is a certain someone we know is about to move to New York, and if we can find the time we plan to ring him up.”
“Hmm, anyone I know?” She sunk to her knees as she opened his pants and pulled them down with his shorts. His hard cock sprung out at her, and before she brought her mouth forward to take it in she tried, with as much discretion as she was able to manage, to wipe a stray drop of drool from her lips.
“Why as a matter of fact, you do,” she said hoarsely as she brought her lips to the head of his cock.
It was a delightful blowjob for Alan; the jocularity of their give-and-take caused Megan’s attentions to be very playful. Usually when she sucked him off there was a submissive quality about her. Though not nearly as submissive as his Slave Kate, Megan enjoyed the way Alan used her masterfully, and showed proper respect to his dominant position. After all, he was her teacher as much as she his; he had opened up a whole new library of pleasure to her, not only with their own encounters, but with Leila as well. Every night when she and her Asian girlfriend took to bed she thanked heaven for having Alan show her this whole new world.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was smiling, both with her mouth stretched around his dick and with her pretty green eyes, sparkling up at him. She was absolutely entrancing like this, and he became lost in her happiness. She truly loved doing this for him, and it showed both by the look on her face and the effort she was putting into it with her much talented mouth. He had planned on fucking her after a little mouth play, and he wanted her on her desk, just like the first time three and a half months ago, but her enthusiasm was infectious. He came in her mouth, not because he wanted to move on to the main event, far from it in fact. He was worried about running out of time though.
Megan smacked her lips. “Sit down for a second,” she asked him as he began to maneuver her over the desk. “I need to ask you something.” They went to the couch in the back of the room and sat. Megan had a faraway look in her eyes and said noting for the time being, and he allowed her her pensive silence. He refrained even from touching her, not wanting to distract her; neither did he use his powers to read her mind. He often used this power, but less and less with people he was close with.
“Leila and I have been talking a lot recently. We’ve been discussing the future.” There was a lump in her throat, and the words were coming with difficulty. “We’re going to live together; she’s giving up her lease and moving in with me.”
“Great!” he enthused, “I know you’re going to make each other very happy.”
She smiled and continued, “We have a favor to ask. It so weird. You’ve already done so much for me—for the both of us, I mean.”
“You seem very nervous, and that’s unlike you,” he said as he stroked her cheek. “Ask me. I might say yes, I might say no, but you seem like you’re gonna explode if you don’t ask.”
She exhaled sharply before going on. “I guess it all started last weekend. Leila just found out that she had gotten in to medical school.”
“Really? That’s great. Where?”
“Right here. I mean, in Valhalla, at the hospital where she works. She’d applied last year, and was on the waiting list, and she just got the letter on Saturday. And because of that great change coming to her life we got to talking, and after hours and hours of it we decided that I was going to quit my job and have a baby.”
“Uh, and is that where I come in?”
“We went over this a hundred times. We thought about an Asian father, so the baby would be half and half, but we decided in the end to ask you first. Hell, if you are OK with it maybe Leila could get pregnant later.” She giggled.
“Look,” she went on, somewhat nervously, “We’re not asking you to make a lifelong commitment here. The two of us could raise it by ourselves, and we would tell him or her only what you would want us to tell.” Her anxiety was beginning to get the best of her, and she was nearing a breakdown.
Alan leaned to her and pulled her close, kissing her cheek and ear. She threw her arms around him and began to weep quietly. He ran his hands over her body, smoothing her clothes, calming her.
She looked up at him teary-eyed, “So?” she sniffled.
His mouth was right up against her ear, yet his voice was so soft she had to strain to hear him. “I would be honored,” he whispered.
“What does that mean?” she sniffed. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“Yes,” he whispered, as he licked her ear again, eliciting a lovely groan from the redhead. She was so happy she began crying again, almost shattered in her relief. He held her tight for a few more minutes, and Megan began to calm.
“When do you want to do this?”
“Today. I’m ovulating,” she looked up at him with eyes hopeful and slightly moist.
He checked his watch. “I have to be at rehearsal soon. I’ll tell you what, we’ll do it once now, and then we’ll go back to your place and fuck again.”
Megan lit up like a Christmas tree, and then sunk to her knees and bared his cock for another round of sucking. She took him into her hot mouth, and glued her eyes to his. She really was extraordinarily sexy, he thought as she sucked him, losing himself in the beauty of her shimmering green eyes.
Fully erect, he pulled her up and laid her on the couch. She groaned at his penetration, her eyes still locked to his. The overwhelming surge of happiness she felt was not because of Alan’s power; she was thrilled at the prospect of motherhood, and supremely content that her baby would be his. As her orgasm approached she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him into a kiss, her moans echoing in his mouth. She spasmed upon feeling his seed spilling into her; she knew. She knew she was pregnant. Alan collapsed over her, his weight pressing down on her, and she held him to her body tightly, whispering thankful babblings to him.
As he rose she blew him a kiss, but when he tried to help her up she demurred, wanting to remain in place so his swimmers could make their way to her ovum. She was covered in sweat, and in the dim light of the room (the shades were, of course, drawn down) she shined. Alan dressed for the commencement rehearsal, coming back to the couch and leaning over her to kiss her before he left.
The run through of the ceremony went smoothly, and before he knew it he was in his car headed over to Megan’s—now Leila and Megan’s—house. Megan had surprised him, showing up at the rehearsal midway through and taking her place among the faculty. The looks she shot him were anything but discrete, but nobody had noticed, so no harm, no foul. Anyway, tomorrow was her last day, so she could be as bold as she pleased, he reasoned.
Entering the house he was grabbed by Leila. Megan had called her from school, and she had taken the afternoon off to be with them. She shoved her tongue down his throat and tasted him ravenously. Alan expected further attack, but instead she broke away, and taking him by the hand led him to the bedroom.
Megan was on the bed, wearing a pink frilly nightgown, a short one which barely reached mid-thigh. Leila slowly undressed him, but when Alan reached down to unzip her skirt she stopped him.
“This is about Megan, not me.”
After she had removed all of his clothes she crawled across the bed to her lover and pulled the nightgown off. She sat Megan up and got in behind her. Alan got on the bed and moved in between Megan’s legs, which were in between Leila’s legs. Slowly, very slowly, he penetrated Megan’s womanhood. Megan moaned; Leila sighed, her eyes sparkling up at Alan.
“Do it, Alan. Fuck her. Make us a baby. Put our baby into her.” Over and over, as if a mantra. Periodically Leila leaned forward to kiss him, exploring his mouth with her tongue hungrily, then starting again on her chanting.
Megan seized up in orgasm, her body giving a great heave towards Alan, and he again loosed his seed into her fertile womb. Leila placed a pillow under Megan’s ass and snuggled up next to her.
“Sorry I can’t stay,” Alan said from the doorway, fully dressed. “My parents are taking me out to dinner in honor of my graduating,” he explained.
Leila walked him to the door. “I’m taking the day off to come to graduation,” she told him after a long and passionate kiss.
Alan and his classmates sat on the stage. Dr. Worthington, the principal, called each student forward one at a time to confer their diplomas. Alan also received an award for special school service for his excellent stewardship of the school newspaper. He saw his parents beaming from the field.
He would miss high school, he decided. It was a pretty good run, better of late since he had received the Seed of Hyrcanus. He milled around the grounds afterward, talking to friends and faculty; he was most pleased when he bumped into Geoff Sherman and his bully buddies, and tickled when Geoff’s dad tried to rope his son into posing for a picture with him. Geoff blanched and mumbled an excuse, and Alan moved on, noting that Walker Jackson still limped from their encounter in the bowling alley parking lot.
In high school Alan was something of an important person. He hadn’t really thought of himself like that until he was called up for his award. In college he would just be another freshman in a much larger pool of students, not a senior or a student leader. It was a slightly melancholy transition, he mused.