Disclaimer: This work is a piece of erotic fiction, portraying events
that the author freely admits are liable to be ridiculously improbable
and indeed highly illogical, but would remind folks that this is
basically a piece of stroke fiction, so lighten the fuck up!  Oh, and
if you're not of age or are of a sensitive disposition, then what the
hell are you doing here?

"Graduate Work"

Chapter 6, by JValet

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The next morning found Cathy stirring in her new bed, fair skin
flushed a bright shade of pink, nipples as hard as steel, and a
free hand jammed into her sticky pussy; the fingers felt cramped
and stiff, as if they had been there all night.  She slowly swam
back up into consciousness, trying to recall the dreams she'd had
that night, and how she'd gotten into bed in the first place.
The last thing she remembered was talking with Karen at the
kitchen table, and then nothing.  She must have fallen asleep in
her chair; Cathy hoped her aunt wasn't offended by her rudeness.

Slowly, the teenager sat up in bed, noticing for the first time
that she was stark naked, but not really caring; obviously, Karen
had gotten her ready for bed.  A sudden image of her voluptuous
aunt's hands roaming over her slim body flashed through the teen's
mind, and brought a fresh blush to her cheeks, while her pussy
spasmed.

_Aunt Karen is the most beautiful, sexy woman you've ever met,_ a
tiny, familiar voice whispered in the back of her mind.  _You'd
love to be just like her._

Cathy swung those long, coltish legs out of bed and, with a
catlike stretch, stood.  Her cute little tits felt tight, as
though swollen.  She checked herself out in the mirror.  Did they
look a little bigger this morning?  _Tits.  Big and beautiful and
perfect for making a man drool.  If only you had a pair like Aunt
Karen._

Yeah.  If only.  She tweaked her nipples, and felt a sharp twinge
of pleasure in her damp pussy.  Throwing on an abbreviated robe
in pink satin, Cathy left to take a shower, trying to remember if
the showerhead in there was detachable.

*       *       *

Karen, in the meanwhile, was sitting at the kitchen table, eating
breakfast and looking radiant after yesterday's cumbath; all that
steamy cream was doing wonders for her skin.  Jared, on his hands
and knees between her legs, eagerly lapped away at her sloppy
cunt, enjoying a liquid breakfast.

One of her hands was resting lightly on his head, occasionaly
mashing the boy's features against her burning clitty.  Her
nimble toes tortured the head of Jared's cock, squeezing and
stroking him, occasionally tickling his massive balls.

"Mmmmm...that's good, honey...you're getting so good at this;
looks like mommy's little boy is a natural cuntlapper.  Oooh...
right there, baby...slurp up all that juicy pussy cream...oh
yesss..."  Karen ground her gushing quim against his face,
rubbing his nose in her clit, smearing the scalding cuntsauce
all over him; her pussy was absolutely flooded: it was dripping
onto the chair and flowing down onto the floor in a puddle.

Jared sucked and swallowed as much of her pussy juice as he
could, her delicious girl-goo suffusing his body with a heat
and a buzz that centred in his genitals.  The light strokes of
her toes on his massive erection did nothing to alleviate the
pressure that was steadily building up in his fist-sized
testicles; he wanted to cum, and had since his mother had
awakened him with an early-morning hand-job, but the metal
band that wrapped itself around the base of his penis prevented
any "accidents."  Still, there was a steady flow of precum from
the purple mushroom capping his fuckstick, providing ample lube
for his mother's teasing toes.

Suddenly, Karen's encouragments were lost in a crescendo of
pleasure, and her thighs clenched his face tight; a gush of
fragrant liquid filled his mouth and nostrils with the taste that
satisfied his new hunger.  But it wasn't over; when her gyrations
had ceased, she kept her legs tight around him, and a new taste
flooded his mouth.

"That's right, you nasty little fucker, drink down momma's piss;
wash your breakfast down with some hot mommy juice!"  She held
Jared tight until her bladder was emptied into his stomach, then
pulled him out from underneath the table and told him to stand
up.

"Time for mommy's breakfast shake, baby," Karen said, taking hold
of the hot meat bobbing in front of her face.  The slit wept
thick precum, heavy drops splattering loudly on the floor; she
sampled them, her tongue flicking out, kittenlike, feathering the
head of his dick with sensations that made his knees weak.

With one deft hand, Jared's mom removed the cockring that held his
semen in check while thumbing the head with the other.  He could
feel cool, slender fingers begin tickling his balls, sending the
copious amounts of semen there a-boiling.

Karen smacked her lush, glossy lips, anticipating the sweet, hot
cream stored up in those fat, beautiful balls of his.  She
couldn't wait any longer, and assaulted her son's cock with her
hands, swiftly bringing him to the brink.

"Give me all that sweet seed baby...feed your mommy...that's
right, come for mommy, let me drink down all of my baby's hot
cream...cum...cum...CUMMMM!!!"  Jared, panting and sweating,
quickly complied, and thick ropes of cum began spurting forth
from his cock; Karen was quick to direct his spewing prick
towards an empty glass sitting on the table, and it was rapidly
filled with his semen, a full pint of cock cream.

"Yum!"  Jared's mom exclaimed, picking up the glass, and taking
a sip, then a gulp, then began guzzling down the steaming jizz as
fast as she could, not caring that some spilt down her chin to
settle in the deep valley of her cleavage.  When it was empty,
she looked at him, her lips and chin a gooey mess; pulling his
head down, Karen engaged her son in a sloppy soul-kiss, her
tongue wrestling with his.

"Now go put on those clothes I laid out for you," she said after
a few minutes, and sent him off with a slap on the ass.  "We can't
let your sweet little cousin in on the goods too soon...you might
scare her with that big ol' cock of yours."

*       *       *

_Simple._ Whispered the little voice.  _What would Karen wear?_
Cathy chewed a plump pink lip for a moment, deciding.  Reaching
into the closet, she pulled out a tight orange sleeveless top
with a long keyhole cutout that ran from the hollow of her
throat to just below her breasts, showing off the inside curves
of her young tits; a brief white skirt followed, made of some
filmy material that clung to the curves of her springy little
ass.

To avoid pantylines, the teen slipped into a brief white
thong; she really enjoyed the way that the white silk cupped her
sensitive pubic mound, freshly shaved.  _Bare and smooth as silk,
invites the worshiping tongue._

The decision between bright white sneakers with thick soles and
a pair of 3" white mules with orange heels was tough, but
eventually the heels won out.  _Tall, tall heels for long, long
legs...put yourself up on that pedestal for them._

After the application of some shimmering lip gloss, Cathy decided
she was as satisfied with her appearance as she was liable to
get, and went downstairs, her legs quickly adjusting to the new
level of balance and coordination required by the heels.

In the kitchen, she found Karen still seated at the table,
scooping something out of a glass into her mouth, slurping her
fingers hungrily.  Her aunt was still in her pyjamas, a matching
camisole and boyleg panties with a flowery blue pattern that
barely hid her assets; a pair of kitten-heeled blue slippers
sat discarded under the table, where it looked as if something
had spilled on the floor.

"'Morning, honey," Karen said between slurps, hearing Cathy's
heels strike the linoleum.

"Morning," the teen replied, sitting at the table.  There was
a heady scent in the air, and though it was familiar, she couldn't
quite place it; it smelled delicious, though, she thought to
herself as she began to salivate.

"I thought maybe we'd head downtown today," Karen said, putting
the glass down; it looked like she'd been drinking one of those
power shakes.  "Y'know, hit the mall, do a little shopping."  She
smacked her lips.  "That sound fine with you?"

"Sure!"  Cathy enthused.  Any excuse to spend time with her Aunt.
_Karen's so beautiful, so sexy, so great.  She can do no wrong._

"I think I'll see if Jared wants to tag along."  Karen said,
standing.

"Jared?" The teen felt a little dismayed at having to share her
time with her aunt.

"Well, _some_body's got to carry all those bags," she said with
a smile.

_Because serving is what they're meant to do._  Cathy smiled in
return, and both females chuckled.

"Just give me a couple of minutes to change, and we can head right
out," Karen turned to leave.

"Can I have one of those power shakes, Aunt Karen?  Like, for
breakfast?"  The girl asked hopefully before her aunt could leave.

"Sorry, honey, there's none left; maybe we can share one tomorrow,
'kay?"  The thought of her niece slurping a "shake" direct from
the source sent a delicious shiver through Karen's body.

"Kay."

*       *       *

Trailing his mom and his cousin through the mall, Jared had the
second best view in the building.  Karen and Cathy walked arm in
arm, chattering away at each other, protoge and teacher.  Cathy's
fresh teenage body was a cock-stiffening sight, her little skirt
occasionally flipping up to give him a veiled view of her sweet
behind, but it couldn't hold a candle to his mom's ripe, sensuous
curves, the succulent contours of her ass wrapped in skintight,
faded denim, while an off-the-shoulder white top displayed the
first quarter of her huge, quivering tits as well as giving
glimpses of her taut, tanned tummy; all this was perched atop a
pair of sky-high black sandals, barely two leather straps that
held the five-inch heels to her feet.  The only better view would
have been to see what went on in the changing rooms, from which,
for the sake of decorum, he had been barred.  It simply woudn't
have done to be kicked out of the mall before Karen had a chance
to show Cathy all the ways in which a girl could tease a man.

Karen had not stopped whispering in her niece's ear since they
entered the mall, her lips occasionally capturing the delicate
pink lobe for a quick nibble, and a hand caressing the teen's
lower back.  Cathy, on the other hand, had something of a glazed
look on her face; her mind was laid open to Karen's suggestions,
the older siren having planted a backdoor to Cathy's subconscious
the previous evening.

"Look at them staring," she hissed, giving the teen's ear a lick,
"watch their eyes roving over your body, stroking your breasts,
feeling the smooth length of those beautiful legs...tasting you
with their gaze...they want you...they all want you...and that
gives you power..."

She steered them into a shoe store, and sat Cathy down on a bench,
snagging one of the salesmen as he went past.  "My niece would
like to see a pair of these in a size six," she dangled a pair of
pink thong sandals with tall wedge heels before his staring eyes.
"Could you give us a hand?"  She pouted a little, and the poor
bugger scurried off with a raging hard-on.

In moments, he was back, smiling triumphantly, holding up a
brown shoebox as though it was a prize.  Karen sat down next to her
niece, facing away from the salesman, her mouth still in Cathy's
ear, whispering encouragements and directions.

As he put the box down on the floor, the teenager lifted a lithe
leg, pointing her dainty foot at his face, cute little toes wiggling
before his eyes, the nails painted a light shade of pink.  "Would you
mind?"  She asked coyly, practically shoving her adorable peds into 
his mouth.

The flustered salesman took her foot in his hand, sweaty palm sliding
against, firm teenaged flesh, and opened the box.  He slid one shoe out
and, trying desperately not to stare up this girl's skirt, slipped it 
onto her foot.

"Look at him," Karen hissed, "sweating, flushed, hands shaking.  I bet
his puny little cock is all stiff for you, honey...the harder his little
leash is, the easier it is to pull him around."  Cathy nodded, absorbing 
every word that was dropped into her ear like a sponge.

"Excuse me, Mr. Salesman," the teen said, leaning over.  Her firm teenage
tits practically spilled out of the split in her top, exposing a vast 
amount of satiny young flesh to his gaze, momentarily distracting him from
her slender thighs.  "Do you have a name?"

"F-fred," he stammered, pulling his eyes from the gravitational pull of her
plump breasts.

"Freddie, would you mind if I just rested my poor little foot on your legs?
I've been walking around _all_ day long, and they're just sooo tired.  You
wouldn't mind, would you?"  She batted her eyes, and smiled coyly.

"N-no," he swallowed loudly.

"Thank you, Freddie, you've been sooo helpful," her delicate foot came to rest
lightly on his upper thigh, cute little toes flexing and working away at his
pant leg like a cat's paw.  

"Well," he began, "customer service is..."

"Oh, Freddie," Cathy cut him off.  "You're not going to bore me with your silly
slogans, are you?  I might just decide to leave without buying anything, and 
you wouldn't want that, would you?"  Her foot inched its way up his leg, flexing
and kneading towards the bulge in his brown dress pants.  "You don't know how
_grateful_ I can be to a helpful little salesman, Freddie."

His eyes shot wide open.  This couldn't be happening; this teenage sexbomb could
not be coming on to him, here, in the store, with her friend?  Sister? sitting
right next to her, their boyfriend?  brother?  not far away, laden down with a
dozen bags.  His mind swam with possibilities; never in all his web-fueled 
fantasies about customers and storerooms had he expected anything like this to
happen to him.

"Do you get a discount at this store, Freddie?" Cathy asked, spreading her thighs
ever so slightly, giving him a dog's eye view of her panty-covered cunt.  His 
eyes were inexorably drawn to the patch of white framed by creamy skin and that
sinfully short skirt.  Was that a wet spot?  Unconsciously, he began to lean in
to get a better view, when suddenly she shut her legs again.

"Naughty, naughty, Freddie."  She chided softly.  "Trying to look up my skirt.
Trying to get a look at my tight little cunny...would you like to see it?"  Her
voice dropped to a whisper.  "Would you like to taste my cunt, Freddie?  You
don't know how _grateful_ I can be."  Her foot was crawling all over the 
decidedly average erection in his pants.

"He's not very big, is he?"  Karen whispered.  "Big enough to tease, big enough
to lead him by, but not nearly big enough to fuck; men like this are mere mind-
fucks.  Not worthy of that treasure between your legs...unless they want to 
worship it with their tongues.  You need a _real_ cock, regardless of to whom it
belongs."

"Freddy," Cathy was saying as her aunt wrote her own version of Scripture on 
the teen's mind.  "Do you know the saying 'I'll scratch your back if you scratch
mind?'"  Her foot was working away at his crotch, inexperienced but making up
for it through sheer enthusiasm.  "I'm sure you can cover one little pair of
shoes, can't you, Freddie?  Just say, 'yes' Freddie, and I'll make you feel sooo
good; there are _lots_ of ways a girl can thank a helpful guy like yourself."

It took him all of three seconds to decide.  This was too much for him to handle;
the sensations of her foot on his dick, the glimpses of her pert tits, the way she
kept flashing her tight little cooze...he was no match for her, and he knew it.

"Yes!" He hissed urgently.

"Oh, thank you, Freddie!"  Cathy gushed with glee, pushing hard down on his dick,
rubbing her toes against the head of the salesman's cock.  "Let me thank you
_properly_."  The feeling in his crotch quickly overtook any common sense he may
have had left, and suddenly a bloom of wetness appeared underneath her dainty 
toes, a stain that slowly spread in his pants as she pushed his comparatively
puny load around in his shorts.  She slid her foot into the other shoe, and,
picking up her discarded pair (they quickly vanished into one of Jared's many
bags) she walked out of the store, Karen on her arm, the pair of them flushed
with arousal.

Jared walked uncomfortably along behind them, his tumescent cock a massive tube
that ran down the left leg of his too-small khakis.

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Hi kids!  Just wanted to apologize to anybody who's tried to e-mail me in the last
month or so, and hasn't recieved a response.  If that's the case, then you're probably
still trying to mail me at my yahoo! account, which is FUBAR at the moment.  Any comments
can be addressed to jvalet45@netscape.net, or through the storiesonline anonymous
mailer.

At any rate, stay tuned for Chapter Seven, wherein Karen and Cathy will visit Victoria's
Secret, and Jared will recieve a visit at home from another player!

Cheers,
Jay