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Subject: {ASSM} Graduate Work, Ch. 8 by JValet  mFF, mc, inc, bm, size, etc
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"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...

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   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.

  
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   ...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!  

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