Chapter 8 | Graduation

One-by-one each student graduated, soon to be replaced by a new one as wide-eyed and innocent as Gwen had been when she arrived.

Our heroine lost track of the number of times she watched boys spurting -- either into the air or into someone else.

The only way to count the number of pussies she'd lapped and the number of times she'd been mounted was to read her diary, which Mrs. Gracely required each student to keep while being trained. The diary would be shared with the student's family at graduation.

With the ever-changing student body and the numerous servants living at Gracely House, any number of combinations were popular.

One day, for instance, Mrs. Gracely dispatched Gwen to the garage, where two drivers waited. The strapping black men were athletic, strong and muscular.

"Well, Mrs. Gracely sent a pretty one this time," the first driver said when Gwen timidly appeared at the door.

"Come here, pretty thing. Come see what I have waiting for you."

Gwen stepped into the dark room. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see the men rising and unzipping their trousers. They each reached in and pulled out a prick that was longer and thicker than any that she'd yet accommodated. And they were only half erect.

They led Gwen forward and bent her over a small padded table they kept for this purpose, her bottom in the air.

One driver lifted her dress, exposing the bare bottom. He stroked her cheeks. "My she's a beautiful one. This will be a delight."

His companion grunted.

"Which end do you want?" the first one asked.

"I don't care. I just want to fuck this beauty, and I want to do it soon."

"Fine, you can have her mouth. I want to take her tight little pussy."

With that, the two men moved to either end of Gwen, their black pricks now swollen from the excitement of anticipation and the sight of Gwen's upturned bottom. The pricks were so large that she knew they would split her in two, but Gwen was afraid to resist.

She felt the one behind her spread her thighs and feel for her cunt. The one in front stuck his weapon in her face.

The feeling of a tool pushing its way between her legs caused Gwen's mouth to open, and as soon as it did the other prick slipped past her lips.

They worked her from both ends, each thrusting strongly. The cocks were so big that Gwen was certain they might bump in the middle of her if such a thing was possible.

But she had underestimated her ability, and soon the pistoning raised her passions. Gwen slipped her hand between her legs and fondled her clit. As the two drivers thrust in and out of her, the pace of her fingers quickened.

The man in her mouth came first, sending his jism into her throat and spraying more in her hair after he withdrew. The one working her from behind spent copiously in her snatch. Spunk drizzled down her leg after he withdrew.

The drivers returned to their leisure, leaving Gwen across the table, rubbing herself until she came loudly.

Another time Mrs. Gracely sent Gwen to the servant's quarters to spend the afternoon licking the slit of any servant girl who wanted servicing.

One by one, they spent in her face, some returning for seconds and thirds. Even a couple of girls who had yet to sprout pubic hair spread their legs for Gwen's attentions, and she licked them wantonly.

As the third week drew to a close, Mrs. Gracely talked more and more of Gwen's graduation ceremony. It was the official end of a student's stay at Gracely House, and Gwen's anticipation grew. She knew her parents would attend, but Mrs. Gracely hadn't shared other details with her yet.

Gwen spent her final morning packing and preparing to depart the place where she'd grown up so much in three weeks. She ate lunch with her parents and Mrs. Gracely. They discussed the weather, the exhibition at the art gallery and the prospects for the upcoming election. Nothing was mentioned of the trials and pleasures Gwen had endured since leaving home.

After lunch, Gwen returned to her room. Patricia arrived to help her prepare for the afternoon's ceremony. After a final packing, Gwen stripped and entered the bathtub. Patricia assisted, much as she had the first day, running her soapy hands across the girl's body and into her private regions.

The bath complete, Gwen dressed in a sheer gown for the ceremony. Patricia led her down the hall to a special chamber reserved for graduation.

Gwen knocked, and Mrs. Gracely opened the door. The student stepped in, unable to see at first because the room was darker than the hall. While her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Mrs. Gracely closed the door.

Gwen could see a bed in the middle of the room illuminated by a small chandelier above it. The corners of the room were dark -- so dark that she could barely see her parents sitting together on a sofa.

Mrs. Gracely led Gwen to the bed. They remained standing at the edge, and Mrs. Gracely stroked Gwen's inviting bottom cheeks.

"Gwen, you've been a marvelous student. Are you glad your parents sent you here?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you learned a lot?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very well. This afternoon you're going to show your mother and father what you've learned and how much you appreciate their concern for your education. Would you like to do that?"

"Oh, yes."

"Good. Why don't you take your clothes off and lie down? That's a good little girl. First, hold your breasts. Show mother and father how firm and nice they are. Squeeze them and make the nipples stick out."

Gwen massaged her tits, pushing them together and squeezing them with her hands.

"Lick your nipples, Gwen."

Gwen lifted her breasts and lowered her head until she could kiss the swollen nipples. Mrs. Gracely allowed this to continue for several minutes.

"Now, spread your legs for your parents, dear. Show them your sex."

Gwen complied, excited by the lewdness while opening her legs to her parents' view. The furry patch, the soft lips and the no-longer-virgin opening were visible.

"Pull your lips apart, dear. Show them what's inside your slit."

The slender, teen-age fingers reached down and pulled the labia apart, exposing the most intimate parts of her body.

"Are you excited?"

"Yes."

"Show us how excited you are. Put your hands between your legs and rub yourself."

Gwen began to masturbate before her parents, her fingers slipping up and down the wet valley.

"I want you to make love to yourself, Gwen. Show your parents how much you appreciate being here by coming for them.

"Make yourself come, Gwen. Make love to yourself. Your mother and father are watching."

Gwen rubbed up and down her slit, focusing more and more attention on her clit. The passion was building, and she opened her legs farther, giving her parents a full view of the feminine charms.

Her breasts rose and fell as her chest heaved with passion. After three weeks at Gracely House, Gwen no longer cared who watched her in such a private moment. She was focused on the pleasure and aroused by the audience.

The finish came quickly, for Gwen had learned how to pleasure herself in just the right way to bring a quick climax. Gwen's jerking hips and loud cries told everyone that passion had overcome her. She spent before her parents and rested on the bed.

Mrs. Gracely returned to the bed and stroked Gwen's brow.

"That was a nice start. Are you ready for the next part of the ceremony?"

"Yes, ma'am."

A feminine form moved from another dark corner. Gwen watched, and when the figure reached the edge of the light, she recognized Patricia, the maid, naked except for stockings.

Patricia approached the bed. She had served Gwen for three weeks and touched her most intimately, but the student had never seen the maid undressed. Now her ripe breasts and full bottom were visible. Mrs. Gracely kneaded Patricia's breasts while everyone watched.

"Patricia would like to make love to you. Would you like to make love to Patricia?" Mrs. Gracely asked.

"Yes," Gwen answered passionately. Her sexual fever was rising, and the voluptuousness of the maid's body propelled it higher. Gwen forgot about her parents watching from the darkness. She reached out to Patricia and guided her onto the bed.

The young women embraced, kissing passionately as their tongues danced. They fondled each other's breasts. Patricia rubbed one of Gwen's erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She kissed down the girl's neck and across her chest before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking gently.