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"Graduate Work"  Chapter 5, by JValet

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Taking the steps two at a time, Karen wrapped the skirt she'd
grabbed around her waist and tied the ends together; it was more
of a poolside coverup than a skirt, really, a thin black wrap
that was slung low on her hips and completely parted on one side,
allowing a lucky spectator a view of her entire left leg.  Not
exactly an outfit to go to the opera in, but it'd make do for the
moment.  Reaching out for the doorknob, she hoped that it wasn't
quite thin enough for somebody to notice that her pussy was
running like a leaky faucet; she'd left Jared in a precarious
spot, and the fire in her cunt was telling her to get back to him
soon.

She opened the door to reveal the hopeful face of her
sixteen-year-old neice, Catherine, standing on the doorstep with
a small carryon suitcase.  The hopeful look dropped to one of
complete shock as Catherine took in the form of her divorcee
aunt; where once lived a conservative woman in her late thirties
now stood a mature sexbomb dressed to kill in a too-tight vest
that pushed her heaving bosom up and out, calf-high boots with
stiletto heels and a thin skirt that was slit all the way up to
the top of her left thigh.

"A-aunt Karen?"  Cathy stuttered, not knowing what to make of her
aunt's new wardrobe.

In the meanwhile, fuelled by the burning lust incited by the
tease session she'd just had with her son, Karen's gaze raked
over the slim form of the girl standing before her.  She assessed
the teenager, gazing at the lithe calves exposed by a pair of
baggy, knee-length shorts, the undeniable curve of her hip that
vanished under the hem of her oversized t-shirt; her teenage
tits, probably just under hand-sized, could barely be discerned
inside the shirt, but the older woman's eye missed nothing. 
Cathy was blonde, like her father, but had the hazel eyes of
Karen's side of the family. Pouty pink teenage lips pursed in
confusion.

"I'm sorry, dear, of course it's me!"  Karen stepped back to
allow her niece entry. "Why don't you come on in?"  She hungrily
devoured the subtle roll and sway of Cathy's hips as the girl
passed by, understated by the Birkenstocks, but unmistakeable. 
The girl had such raw promise!  If only someone would mould her
into a more appropriate shape; her pussy quivered with
anticipation.

"I know I'm a week early," Cathy began, giving her Aunt's place
the once-over.  It was upscale, owing to Karen's chemical
cash-cow, and decorated tastefully, but simply.  "But mom and dad
were fighting again, so I just decided to make the trip a little
earlier than planned."  Actually, they had been fighting over
whether or not to let Cathy come at all; Karen's sister had been
quite adamant about her daughter staying with "that slut of a
sister of mine."   Of course, neither Catherine nor her father
had any idea what Marion had been going on about, and the
argument had been still raging when Cathy had slipped out the
front door, taking only the bare essentials with her.  She knew
her mom'd be mad, but who gave a fuck?  Cathy loved her aunt,
liked Jared, and absolutely _adored_ their big house with the
pool and the huge, private back yard.

"That's alright, honey," Karen followed the teenager, trying to
imagine what her cute little behind would look like in a pair of
cutoffs; she'd been hoping to have Jared broken completely by the
time Catherine arrived so that she could concentrate on one
youngster at a time, but this would work out fine as well - if
she worked fast enough, maybe her sweet little niece could help
deal with Jared by supper time.  "I've already got your room done
upstairs, so everything should be fine."

"Really?"  Cathy turned, her eyes lit up.

"Yep," Karen nodded.  "I even took the liberty of stocking the
closet in there a little.  I hope you don't mind?  I see you
didn't bring much luggage, anyway."

"What?"  The girl glanced down at her carryon and blushed
prettily. "Oh, yeah, well you know what they say...'packlight!'"

"Why don't you take a shower, dear, and get out of those grotty
clothes; you look like you've been on the move all night."  With
a chipper "n'kay!" Cathy hugged her aunt, and ran up the stairs.
The feeling of that supple young body pressed against her own
gave Karen a delicious shiver as she imagined her sweet face
mashed into a waiting pussy, or servicing Jared's cock, or frozen
in ecstasy atop his massive pole.

*  *  *

He, meanwhile, lay shivering with fear in the basement playroom,
still sucking at Karen's discarded skirt, completely unaware of
what was going on upstairs, yet not deflated; the traces of her
pussy still remaining in the fabric had been enough to keep his
massive erection from flagging.  So, when his mother strode in,
whipping her wraparound skirt from her hips, she found him still
more or less the way she'd left him, which suited her just fine.
The thought of the future that lay ahead for her youthful niece
had stoked the fires in Karen's cunt, sending her pussy cream
churning and making her painfully aware of the ache between her
thighs. 

Unable to resist the hunger of her needy hole any longer, Jared's
mom simply got up on the bed, swung one leg over her boy's big
cock, and impaled her sopping snatch upon it.  The sudden
sensation of scalding hot cunt wrapped around his dick snapped
the boy out of his fearful reverie.

"Oh, baby," Karen cooed, rolling her hips as she rode, grinding
her pubic bone against his meaty shaft.  "Your little cuz is
upstairs...do you remember Cathy? Sweet little Cathy with the
slender body and cocksucker lips?  I bet you do, little boy...I
bet you stroked all this fat meat thinking about your pretty
little cuz...about pushing all this cock through her pretty pink
lips.  Mmmmmm...oh yeah, little boy...and she's mine, now...all
mine to play with, all summer long...I'll take that sweet angel
face and turn her into a controlling cocktease just - unh! - like
- unh! - me!"  Though he was exhausted from their earlier
session, Jared couldn't help but thrust back at his mother; the
feeling of her tight cunt, grinding and milking his phallus
without pause or mercy was too much - he had to fuck back, had to
try to push an orgasm through the metal finger that held him in
check.

"That's right, little boy...fuck mommy...hammer my lil' cunny
while I ride you...mommy knows what you need...some tight, wet,
mothercunt to pull all that sticky goo right out of you. 
Wouldn't you love that, baby?  To blow your wad in mommy's pussy?
  Mmmmm...I know I would love to feel all your hot cream splash
against the back of my sloppy snatch...to feel your boy juice
fill mommy's pussy to the brim, spilling back out onto your tummy
while I keep riding you, a big puddle of gooey seed that mommy
can lap up later.  Would you like that, baby?  Watching mommy's
cummy lips lick your belly clean of all your sticky jizz?  Oh,
that's right, little boy...fuck mommy harder!  Ram that big cock
into me...fuck me!  Make me cum, baby!  Oh, yes!  Fuck me!
FuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKMEEEEEEEE!!"  Karen's wail was loud
and long as her sloppy cunt gushed all over her son's fat meat,
finally reaching orgasm, though Jared was left humping away at
her still, his own orgasm sealed behind a metal dam.

She rode her boy through two such orgasms before climbing down
off his pussy-pleaser, sopping wet and glistening in the light. 
Her body still quaked in the aftershocks of the two huge orgasms
Jared had given her, and though she hungered for more, Karen knew
that her niece would be getting out of the shower soon, if she
hadn't already.  Wiping the girlcum with the discarded skirt, she
tossed it over Jared's face.

"Here baby," she giggled.  "That rag in your mouth must not be
tasting very good anymore. This should keep you good 'n ready for
mommy when she comes back." Jared simply lay there, exhausted,
his nostrils full of her pussy perfume, brain on fire with the
need to taste it, dick still fully erect.  "I'll be back in a
little while, little boy..."  He barely heard her change clothes
and leave; that aching hunger for her pussy juice was consuming
his brain, while his orgasmic famine consumed the brain between
his legs.

*  *  *

Cathy vigorously toweled her blonde, page-boy locks, checking
herself out in the full-length mirror on the closet door of her
new room.  What she saw was a slim sixteen-year-old (too skinny,
she thought) with long, lithe (gangly) legs, perfectly smooth,
peaches and cream skin (too pale - I'll have to get some sun),
cute little apple-sized tits (way too small - I wish I had
breasts like Aunt Karen), and a tight ass that was almost boyish
(nice behind, girlfriend!).  More or less satisfied with what she
saw (is any woman ever really satisfied with what they see in the
mirror?), the teenager opened the closet door, chewing one plump,
pink lip with anticipation.

She gazed at the inside of the closet, brimming with clothing,
tees, tank-tops, jeans, skirts, shorts, an entire summer
wardrobe; upon closer inspection, a lot of it was the really cool
stuff her mother would have had a stroke over.  Low-slung jeans,
denim minis, cropped tank tops, short-shorts, and more!  Reaching
inside, she pulled out a pink tank with the word "Tease" written
across it in swirly, glittery letters.  Deciding not to wear a
bra (you couldn't really hide the straps anyway, and besides, she
felt like being naughty for once!), Cathy wiggled into the tight
shirt, her firm young tits stretching the lettering in a cock
stiffening manner.  She opened the drawer, and "oooohed" at the
racy, powder-blue thong that lay on top; she actually owned a
pair of these, smuggled in under her mom's watchful eye, that she
wore on special occasions.  The excited girl stepped into them,
enjoying the sensation of the tight material cupping her pubic
mound.  Giggling with glee, Cathy grabbed a pair of blue
short-shorts out of the closet; a pink racing stripe ran down the
abbreviated legs, drawing attention to her slim thighs, while a
tiny pocket on the back rode high on the gentle curves of her
behind.

"Cathy honey?  Are you in here?"  Karen opened the door and, once
her gaze fell upon the petite schoolgirl, smiled lasciviously. 
The girl would be perfect! "That looks great on you," she gushed,
while her pussy did likewise, "you must have all the boys
drooling, darling."

The girl blushed.  "No," she said, then made a disgusted noise at
the back of her throat. "Have you _seen_ what mom makes me wear?
I'd be less covered in a nun's habit!"

"Well, so long as you're staying with your Aunty Karen you can
wear whatever you want," Karen's smile widened, thinking about
the outfits she'd have the little sexpot wearing by the end of
the week, by the end of the day; Marion's eyes would fall out of
her head if she only knew what "that slut of a sister" had
planned to dress her little girl in.

"Why don't you come downstairs with me, Cathy, and we'll have
some girltalk."  The teenager followed her aunt downstairs,
observing her ripe buttocks twitching underneath a pair of yoga
pants, and hoping to have a body like _that_ someday. 

The pair proceeded to sit down at the kitchen table, and, over a
couple of tall, cold lemonades, began chatting, catching up on
each other's lives, who was dating whom, which relations were
about to separate, and how many arguments Cathy's parent's had
had this week.

"Your mom's a cunt, honey.  Always has been, always will be." 
Karen pronounced, and her nice just nodded, taking a gulp of the
soursweet drink.

"I know...she's so uptight!  I mean, gawd, she won't even let me
date or _any_thing," she giggled, and winked conspiratorily. 
"But I've been seeing Bobby Franklin anyway.  He kisses soooo
good, Aunty Karen...it just makes me brrrrr!  All, like, quivery
inside."

The two gave themselves up to long peals of girly laughter,
drinking their lemonade and chattering away.

"So, like, where's Jared anyway?"  Cathy asked eventually.  "I
haven't seen him since I got here.  And was that a _pad_lock I
saw on his door?"

"He's just out running some errands for his dear old mom," Karen
waved the question away with her hand.  "He put that lock on
himself; he kept saying something about privacy and his space." A
moue of distaste crossed her pouty lips.  "As if he had something
to hide!  Hmph.  Anyway, you'll see him before long.  Another
drink?"  She picked up both glasses and strode to the fridge,
slipping something out of a pocket in her workout pants.

Moments later, another tall glass of lemonade appeared in front
of Cathy; in the heat of a summer afternoon, the teenager
greedily gulped the stuff down, glad for the cool drink.  Karen
simply sat down across the table and smiled.

"Anyway, like I was saying, dear, I'm sure we'll have a great
time while you're here; you can use the pool, we can go to the
mall and do girl stuff, we can take in a movie or two, maybe go-
Cathy?  Cathy, honey?  Are you alright?"  Wearing a look of mock
concern, Cathy's aunt leaned across the table, and waved a hand
in front of the girl's glassy eyes.  Excellent; the mickey she'd
slipped the teenager had acted faster than she'd thought it
would.

Standing, Karen snaked her way over; she had to act fast. 
Cathy's mind would only be open to suggestion for fifteen
minutes, and the drug was too powerful to risk administering a
second time, as it would likely turn the girl into a mindless
zombie.  She would have given it to Jared long before, but didn't
like mixing this shit with all the other chemicals that were
swilling around in his blood already.  At any rate, she had a
fifteen minute window to make a few "suggestions," and then the
girl would be very pliable and uninhibited for about two hours
before passing out.

Licking her lips like a hungry predator, she leaned close to
Cathy's ear, and began whispering, talking directly to the girl's
brain...

*  *  *

Jared, in the meantime, lay quietly on the bed, too tired to
struggle against his bonds anymore, his arms and hands stiff and
cold, face covered by the the black skirt that filled his head
with the seductive aroma of his mom's cunt, his cock still
painfully erect and unsatisfied.  At least he'd managed to push
the sodden remains of Karen's blue skirt out of his mouth; after
he'd sucked all the mommy juice out of it, of course.  Now he was
reduced to taking occasional licks at the fabric over his head,
unable to resist the taste of her pussy.

Suddenly, the door opened behind him, followed by the sound of
bare feet whispering across the hardwood floor.  Was that-

"Mom?"  He called out cautiously.  The only answer was a
high-pitched giggle.  Definitely not his mother's sultry voice. 
No.  She couldn't have; not so soon, not Cathy, not his cute
little cousin.  Fingers traced their way lightly over Jared's
chest, the touch feather light and warm.  They made their way
inexorably south, tickling the hair on his upper thighs before
starting on his cock; they ran up that huge shaft, following the
network of thick veins that crisscrossed under the sensitive
skin.  One finger strayed at the leaking mushroom head, playing
with the sticky precum while others followed the column on the
underside of his dick right down to his balls, hairy, swollen,
and larger than the fists of the female playing with them.

"M-mom?"  Jared called out again, revelling in the teasing,
tickling sensations someone's dainty hands were applying to his
throbbing cock.  Whoever it was simply giggled again, and he felt
the touch of a tongue, right on his weeping slit.  Then another.
And another. Kitten kisses all over his purple plum, tasting,
teasing, stoking the fire building in his balls.

"Miss me, baby?"  The skirt was whisked from his face, and Jared
found himself staring up into the leering face of his mother,
wearing a blue tank top whose lace-up collar was bursting with
her massive, tanned tits.  Looking down, he saw that his fears
were confirmed as Cathy stooped to taste the sticky goo leaking
from his cocknob once more.

"I bet you're thirsty, aren't you, little boy?"  She asked, and,
not waiting for an answer, swung herself up on the bed,
straddling her son's face, and giving him a good look at her
now-naked pussy.  The yoga pants lay somewhere between this room
and the kitchen, Karen too eager to begin to keep from playing
with herself.

"What abmphhh!"  Jared's question about his cousin's behaviour
was stifled by the sweet cunt descending upon his face, slick
girlcum coating his features. The taste and smell of his mom's
fresh pussy were too much for his overloaded brain, and the boy
immediately fell to, lapping away at her cunt like a dying man,
drinking down as much of her sweet mommy-juice as he could.

Karen rode his face hard while Cathy continued her taste-test of
his dick.  She ground her clitty right into his nose, using it
like a french tickler while his tongue explored her tight hole,
too desparate to cum to really care about whether or not it hurt
him.  She knew he'd be feeling no pain anyway; her pussy juice
would keep him on a happy, horny high for a while.

"That's right, baby...suck mommy's cunt...drink down all that
sweet juicy-juice; lap it up, little boy.  Give mommy what she
needs, and mommy will fill that hungry little mouth of yours with
all the drink you can handle...oh yeah, put that tongue up
there...guzzle down all that sweet cuntcream little boy...oh
yessssss..."  Karen's body shook as an orgasm quietly overtook
her, flooding Jared's mouth with her secretions.  She kept on
riding him, using his features as a fucktoy, cumming twice more
before feeling another need building up behind her pussy.

"Still thirsty, baby?  Yeah?  You are?  Well, open wide, baby,
cause mommy's gonna give you all you could ever want."  Panting
with excitement, Karen repositioned herself, and let her bladder
go, right into her son's waiting mouth.  Scalding hot piss filled
his mouth and Jared, surprised at the tangy golden pee, tried to
pull away but to no avail.  His mom's grip on his hair was too
tight; she just kept on riding his face, grinding her clitty
against his teeth while filling his mouth with her piss.  She
brought herself to a fourth orgasm, revelling in the pure
nastiness of using her boy's mouth as a toilet.

Eventually, she came down from her orgasmic high,  and climbed
off Jared's face, leaving her son gasping for air, his face a
sticky mess of girlcum and piss.  She stalked over to Cathy, who
was still teasing Jared's cock with her pink little tongue and
curious, tickling fingers. Pulling the girl to her feet, and
eliciting a groan from her son as the sensations on his cock came
to a halt.  The two cockteasing females began making out, tongues
sloppily duelling with one another, while Karen's hand shot into
her niece's shorts.  The teenager giggled, and squirmed against
the invading fingers that expertly played with her virgin pussy.

Suddenly, clothes were flying as the pair eagerly stripped each
other, hands freely roaming over soft skin, fondling nipples,
teasing clitties, and grabbing succulent asscheeks.  They
eventually fell to the huge bed, a tangle of long, feminine limbs
that giggled and groaned and made soft, wet noises.  They wound
up straddling Jared's torso, still kissing heavily while each
played with the other's clitty.  He could feel their pussies
pressed up against his skin, leaving a hot, wet trail behind them
as they diddled one another. Cathy's pink, glowing rosebud stared
him in the face, winking occasionally as a shudder wracked the
teenager's body.

Karen was slowly pushing her niece up Jared's torso, bringing her
slim cheeks ever closer to his head; soon, the girls hottest,
tightest hole rested on his chin, pussy juice leaking down over
his throat.  He knew what was expected of him, and gave her
puckered asshole a tentative lap.  Cathy shivered as his tongue
tickled her sensitive anal ring, and as a reward, Karen grabbed
his cock and thumbed the crown.  Soon, Cathy was quivering and
gasping with pleasure as Jared shoved his agile tongue up her
rectum, his body thrilling while Karen played with the sticky
mushroom head of his meat, fucking herself on Cathy's quick
little fingers.

The trio became a frozen plateau of sex as the two females
simultaneously attained orgasm, Karen and Cathy creaming all over
each other's hands, while Jared remained frustrated and horny
beyond belief; the teenager, overcome with the drug flowing in
her blood and the hitherto unknown heights of pleasure to which
she'd been brought by her nasty relations, passed out then and
there, flopping bonelessly into Karen's arms.

"Alone at last, baby," she said, pulling the teenager to rest on
one side of the bed.  "Don;t worry about her: she won't remember
a thing in the morning, except for some very hot dreams. I think
it's high time we took care of you, little boy, and I'm sure
you'd agree."  Jared simply nodded, his jaw sore and tongue worn
out with activity.  Kneeling at the foot of the bed, she took his
cock in hand, and began to stroke it, slowly.  Her lips wrapped
themselves around his angry purple head, sucking lightly while a
finger tickled his own puckered asshole.  His head spun with the
attention he was recieving, and almost didn't notice when the
tickling finger became an invader, slipping inside his most
intimate space.

His body jerked hard on the bed, but Karen simply laughed around
his cock and kept up her sensual assault on his genitalia,
stroking his prostate from inside. To Jared, it felt as though a
fire had been lit inside his massive dick, as it burned and
swelled and surged with blood. There was a terrible pressure
building at the base, a terrible, wonderful pressure he'd never
known before, not even when he'd had to pee so badly it hurt.  He
had to cum; he had to get back this wonderful pleasure that he'd
only just been introduced to.  Jared groaned and squirmed, trying
to push the orgasm past the metal dam gripping his cock so
tightly.

"Oh, pleasemommyplease," he begged.  "Please let me cum,
mommy...I'll do whatever you want.  You're in control,
mommy...I'll never do anything unless you tell me, mommy. I
promise!  Just please let me cum mommypleasemommyplease!"  Karen
smiled in triumph as her son babbled his promises. Reaching under
the bed, she pulled out the tiny key that held all that thick hot
cream in check. A quiet _snick!_  filled the room as the cockring
came undone, clattering to the floor.  Suddenly, Jared was aware
of a loosening at the base of his massive cock, and he could feel
the orgasm slowly fill his towering meat while his mother loudly
sucked at the head, still massaging his swollen prostate. 

What happened next surprised both mother and son.  Instead of a
single titanic explosion, the cum simply flowed freely from the
head of his cock, a massive river of cum that to Jared felt like
a continuous orgasm.  Karen pulled her head off his dick,
massaging the shaft with her free hand, and watched in awe as the
cum just slowly pumped from his gigantic balls, quickly coating
her fingers, his dick, pooling on his belly.  She greedily began
slurping it down as the scalding hot seed kept coming, filling
her belly with his sweet cream.  Her son just kept pumping it
out, however, and she grinned with cummy lips, knowing that here
was a veritable fountain of semen, enough to bathe in!  Laughing
gleefully, she began playing with it, spreading the goo all over
her tits, her face, her ass until she literally dripped with his
thick spew.

She laughed and slurped long into the afternoon while Jared lay
on the bed, mind broken at last to his mother's will, and Cathy
dreamed of hot fuck sessions with her aunt and cousin...

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you all enjoyed it, cause this'll be the last until at least May;
exams are encroaching, and I'm running out of spare porn-writing
time.  Until then, keep those suggestions cumming!  ;) 

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