Chapter 12: 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.

"Alan."

"Alan."

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.

"'Please, ' what?"

"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.