Chapter Thirty-Seven: Preparing for Graduation
Another lazy summer, probably my last one. I knew that I wouldn't be staying local for college, so next summer I would be getting ready, packing, moving and getting acclimated to whatever my new environment was going to be. So I took full advantage of the summer. I had many of my friends over, and our pool was frequently a no-clothing zone.
Suzy wasn't around too much during the day, because she had gotten a summer job where her mother worked, however she spent nearly every night, usually in Girl's room, though I had her warm my bed quite a bit as well.
Over the course of the summer, most of the JGs who were around stopped by at least once. The ones that had been away at college shared tales of their time there. Sandy, in particular, had turned into somewhat of a sexual dynamo, cutting a swath through the better looking guys at her school. Her school was on the short list of universities that I was considering, and she did everything she could to convince me to come. And to cum.
A few of the girls had boyfriends, and they were faithful to them. They had been at the party, but did not participate. Still, they came by to at least chat. It felt like I was renewing connections to all of them. The summer seemed to zoom by, and soon I was saying good bye to all the ones going out of town. Another sad time.
My senior year was calmer than the previous two years. Most of the JGs were gone; two years worth had graduated, and while I had a few in my class, I guess I must have preferred older women, because there were only two in the grades below me. I was no less busy sexually, but I did have somewhat less variety. Nevertheless, I had nothing to complain about when it came to the women in my life.
My whole year was somewhat bittersweet. Because of the senior cheerleaders in my sophomore year, I was a fairly well-respected person in my school. I would be leaving all of this to go to a new school, where I would be one of thousands, and I would be relatively alone.
In addition, I would be leaving all of this. A lot of my girls had already scattered around the country, and next year I would be leaving the rest of them, including my parents, Girl, Cheri and Suzy. While I had a good time during the year, it was on my mind quite a bit. In particular, what was I going to do about Cheri and Suzy? Both had come to depend on me, and I had to figure out a way to ensure that they were taken care of when I was gone.
I was at home one weekend with Cheri, and Suzy was over as well, because Renee was staying with my parents. I'd had a fun time with Cheri the previous night, and tonight I thought I'd bring Suzy along as well. Dinner was over and we were relaxing in the den, when my father came in, Mother and Renee on leashes, crawling in front of him.
"Heel," he said, and they sat up, heels resting on their asses, eyes down, waiting for the next command. Every time I see them nude, I still can't believe how good they look. They may not still be teenagers, but any of my friends would give a left arm for a shot at either of them.
"Jake, these two have been fighting with each other all day. They had a silly argument, and they won't stop sniping. I need to separate them, so how about I trade you Renee for Cheri?"
Cheri had become good friends with my parents and Renee, something impossible to avoid when she was over as much as she was, however she had not had sex with either of them before. I looked over at my dad with his two women and said, "I'll make you a deal with you," I told him. "How about instead of trading Cheri for Renee, I trade you Suzy for Mom?"
My mother looked up at me with a gasp, before remembering her place and dropping her eyes. My father looked like he was seriously considering it. Of course, I couldn't blame him. Suzy was a very sexy sixteen year old, not even legal. I'm sure that my father still gets his share of younger women, but I'd bet rarely this young. I watched him thinking, as he contemplated the advantages and disadvantages.
"Strip," I ordered Suzy. She obeyed without hesitation, even going so far as posing for my father.
"Done!" my father said a minute later, much to my shock.
If I was shocked, my mother was much more so. "No, Bob!" she said.
He reached down and grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You will go with your son," he told her in a very firm voice. "You will obey his every command. You will listen to what he says. You will see to his pleasure. And if he is in any way dissatisfied, I will tie you down and invite all of his friends over to have a crack at you! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she said meekly.
"Take Cheri and go to Jake's room and wait for him," he told her. "Renee, you take Suzy and prepare her for me."
When all the women had left, Dad said, "Jake, I just want you to understand that despite the fact that she said no, your mother has been fantasizing about this for a very long time. Her safe word is mayonnaise, and unless she uses it, she is yours for the night."
"Thanks, Dad," I said. "I know I asked for this, but I'm really nervous now."
"You're eighteen years old," he said. "You've been a man for quite some time, but you're leaving home soon, and I think that this won't hurt your relationship with your mother. You've been flirting for quite some time, and I know that she's been teasing you. It will be good for her to see where teasing gets her."
"OK, Dad," I said. "By the way, take it easy with Suzy. She's very submissive, but she doesn't like pain."
"Thanks for the advice," my father said with a smile.
I walked upstairs with my father, and we split at the top of the stairs, me going to my room, him to his.
I opened the door to my room, and there on the bed was Cheri and Mom. Cheri had her arm around Mom, who looked nervous.
"Are you sure about this Jake?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sure," I said with more confidence than I felt. "I've been lusting after you since I knew what lust was, and you've been having fun teasing me almost as long. I'm going to so enjoy having you." I moved closer to her. "I almost hope you don't like it, so Dad will want to give you to me as a punishment more often."
She sat up and moved a little closer, whispering, "Maybe I will like it, and he'll give me to you as a reward."
I leaned in and kissed her gently, but gently soon turned more passionate, our tongues spearing into each others mouths. I pushed her back until she was lying on her back, her head next to Cheri. I put my cock at the entrance to her moist pussy and kissed her again.
"Are you sure?" she whispered.
"It will be OK," Cheri said, stroking my mother's hair.
"Easy for you to say!" my mother said, looking up at Cheri. "You don't have your son's cock knocking at your pussy."
"No, but I've been with my daughter during sex a lot," Cheri said.
I looked up at her. "Yes, but you've never actually had sex with her, have you?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"I think I'm going to spend tomorrow night in your bed, with you and Kari, and I'll watch the two of you lez out all night."
"Really?" she asked nervously.
"Really!" I confirmed. "You'd better borrow some toys from my mom."
"What's next?" my mother asked me. "Renee and Suzy?"
"Maybe that's happening right now," I observed.
"Well, if its not …" my mother started, when I decided I was tired of talking. In one hard thrust I became a mother-fucker.
"Oh!" she gasped, her eyes wide.
I started stroking in and out of her, asking, "How does it feel to be fucked by your son?"
"I won't be truly fucked until you cum in me," she said, breathing heavily.
"That won't be long," I said, pushing into her harder. She picked her legs up and wrapped them around me, thrusting against me.
I nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait until Dad lets me join with the two of you. How will it feel to have Dad's cock in your pussy, and mine in your ass? How will it feel to have your husband and son both cumming in you?"
"Yes, yes!" She screamed as she came hard. When my pulsing calmed, I pulled out and moved to the side as Cheri cleaned her out. Cheri didn't stop when my mother was clean, and watching my mother cum again had me hard.
I got up and tossed a strap-on to Cheri. "Put it on," I told her. She pulled it into position, then lay down in the middle of the bed, beckoning sexily to my mother.
Mom straddled Cheri, sinking down on the hard plastic cock. I watched her post for a few minutes, then I knelt behind her with a tube of KY in my hand. She gasped as I pushed a cold finger into her ass. After I covered my cock, I nestled it at her puckered opening.
I pulled her head back and slowly pushed my cock into my mother's rectum. "Now fuck us," I told her. Mom started moving back and forth between me and Cheri. She came before I did, but I wasn't too far behind. I pulled out and moved to the side, but Cheri flipped my mother over and started pounding her with the fake cock. She didn't stop until she took Mom through two more orgasms.
That night, I took my mother three times, and I woke in the morning with my cock pumping cum down her throat. Suzy walked in shortly after that, telling my mother that my father wanted her back now. She kissed me lightly and said, "Thank you, Jake." What a wonderful night.
Towards the beginning of the year, I realized that I had a problem. I would be graduating and leaving town, but Suzy still had two more years to go. She would likely be protected by the remaining JGs, however she would fall into the same situation she was in when I found her; unable to say no. In addition, she was a very sexual girl, and she might not go that long without horniness overruling her common sense. What I needed to do was to get her a protector and a lover.
With that in mind, I started taking a closer look at all the junior and sophomore boys. I was looking for someone that would not abuse Suzy or take advantage of her any more than she needed to be taken advantage of; someone who would protect her.
It was actually somewhat discouraging how few boys there were that met those criteria. There were only three that I found on my initial pass, but they were all in long term relationships; not too surprising when I thought about it - they made perfect boyfriend material.
I began another pass, taking a closer look at each boy. There were many that I ruled out quickly as either unable to protect Suzy, too insecure to control Suzy to the extent that she needed to be controlled, or just too immature for me to feel comfortable that they would be around for the remaining two years.
I finally stumbled across Roy. On my first pass, I had discounted him as being too insecure. On further examination, I discovered that rather than insecure he was introspective and a bit shy. Roy was a sophomore, intelligent and quiet. He was large and well muscled from a few years of being on the wrestling team. His stint on the team had also taught him some self control, and I discovered he was beginning martial arts training as well as another way of learning control.
Despite the fact that he was well built and reasonably handsome looking, he did not have a girlfriend, probably because of his introspective nature. I joined his Tae Kwon Do class to generate a shared interest, though it turns out that I enjoyed it and stayed at it for many years to come. I initiated conversation as often as I could, and despite being introspective, he still managed to enjoy the times he spent with me when I had a few sexy girls with me.
I actually almost lost out on him because of that. The fact that he was hanging out with me apparently made him somewhat of a target for girls who thought it was a possible way to climb another step socially. Luckily for me, the few girls that he dated were not girls that would hold his interest for very long.
When I felt reasonably comfortable in our relationship I broached the subject to him. He had gotten to know Suzy, since she tended to hang out with me quite frequently. I had made it a point of being commanding with Suzy, overly so in fact, so that he had an understanding of how I treated Suzy.
After our Tae Kwon Do class one day I asked him if he would come out to dinner with me so that I could ask him a serious question. "You know that I'm graduating this year," I said after our food had arrived. "You also know that Suzy is not. Finally, you've gotten to know Suzy and I think you have a reasonably good idea about what kind of person she is."
"This has to be between you and me, regardless of how this conversation ends, OK?" I asked.
He nodded, though it was clear that he had no idea where this was going.
"I need to tell you a little more about Suzy," I explained. "She had a fairly rough childhood. Her father was extremely overbearing and expected immediate and total obedience. When he did not receive it, either from his wife or his daughter, he would beat them." Roy's face expressed outrage, which was a good sign.
"As you might imagine, this screwed her personality up a little bit. When I met Suzy, she had been in school and town for less than a month and was well on the way to becoming the school slut. This was because she simply did not have it in her to say no. A friend of mine who had been getting to know her asked me to intervene, because Suzy needed a protector."
"What I gave Suzy was someone who could give her the instructions that she needed, one of those being that she could, in fact must, say no to any sexual demands, unless I authorized them. Suzy required someone to tell her what to do, because that is what she was taught growing up. She needed someone to whom she could give complete obedience.
"You may not realize it, but she still needs that. You've seen that she does everything that I tell her to. This is not because she is being a good girlfriend; it is because she needs someone in complete control of her life. She needs a protector."
"And you're leaving," Roy observed intelligently.
"And I'm leaving," I confirmed.
"And you're telling this to me because?" he asked.
"Because I want you to be that protector," I told him.
"While that is certainly a tempting offer, what exactly does that entail?" he asked, further proving to me that I had made the correct choice.
"That entails taking over Suzy's life. If you accept this, she will look to you for everything. She is capable of making the day to day decisions by herself. In fact, she is quite capable of making all decisions by herself, but she doesn't trust herself, and she doesn't want to do that; she wants someone she can look to and feel that the person is controlling her, but at the same time protecting her.
"If you do this, you will find that Suzy will obey any command that you give her, whatever the consequences. If she were here with us now, in this crowded restaurant, and I told her to strip, she would remove all her clothes and sit here, regardless of the fact that she knew it would probably get her arrested. That is a lot of responsibility on you, because you have remember that when you tell her to do something, she is not going to apply the common sense that anyone else you ask to do something would; she will simply obey you.
"There is an upside as well, however. First of all, you have someone in your life who will do what you want, go with you where you want to go. If you want her to clean your room, she will. Someone to go to the movies with on Saturday night? She's there. And as an added benefit, Suzy is a very sexual girl. She desires sex on a regular basis, and is open to anything. One of your responsibilities would be to ensure that she got enough sex, so that her horniness did not override her sense of responsibility to you."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"If she gets too horny, she might sleep with any random person that asked her, just to scratch the itch, despite knowing that it might get her punished later. That's why you'll need to provide her sex fairly regularly, either by yourself or by finding someone or some ones safe."
"You want me to have sex with her?" he asked.
"That would be ideal," I said. I smiled and told him, "It shouldn't be that onerous. She's extremely good in bed, and she will do whatever you want, no matter how disgusting you think it might be. Want to have her in a threesome or see her with another girl? No problem. Want to piss on her because it gets you off? She's up for it."
"Do you understand what you're in for, both the responsibility and the benefit?" I asked.
He was quiet for a few minutes, shoving his food around his plate with a fork, clearly thinking about what I said.
"What if she doesn't like me?" he asked.
"First of all, I don't think that will be a problem. She already likes you, and while she might wish that the situation were different, she will understand that this is how if has to be. On the other hand, you still don't completely get it. Even if she despised you, if I told her that she was to stay with you and obey all your orders, she would do it, regardless of how she personally felt towards you."
He mulled that around some more. "Can I think about it for a while?" he asked.
"Absolutely," I told him. "In fact, give it a week before you make your decision. Hang around with us some more, come to my house this weekend and come swimming with us. In a week, we'll discuss it again. But there a couple of more things that you should consider.
"I'm looking for someone willing to do this for the long term. I'm not saying that you can't get another girlfriend, because Suzy would be different from a girlfriend. If whatever girl you were dating agreed, you could both sleep with Suzy, or you could find Suzy someone else to sleep with, but you'll have to control her for the rest of the time she's in school, or tell me so that I can find a suitable replacement.
"Also, I still have friends in school. I don't mean to threaten you, but you have to understand that if you agree to this and then abuse Suzy in an inappropriate way, I will find out, and I will take the actions I feel necessary to correct the situation."
He held up his hands and said, "Calm down. I understand. I could see how this could be a very easy situation to abuse, and I know that I would want to protect my friend. But what would be an 'appropriate' abuse?"
"Well, I've found that people's definition of abuse differs quite a bit," I explained to him. "An eighteen year old girl sleeping with a sixteen year old boy is abuse in the eyes of the law, but I doubt you'd find many sixteen year old boys that would agree with you. I know that I've had sex with some women in their forties, and I never considered it abuse.
"If you decided to share her with friends, I wouldn't necessarily see that as abuse. However, if you hurt her physically in any permanent way, or if you were abusing her psychologically, and by that I mean doing things that you know would cause her emotional distress on a regular basis, that I would consider abuse."
He thought that over a minute and said, "OK, I'll take the week to think about it."
"Great!" I said. "I'll arrange that you have more time with her this week."
That week Roy hung around a little more than usual and he interacted with Suzy more as well. I had not talked to Suzy about what I was planning; I was doing what I thought was best for her, and that was my responsibility. That weekend I had both Suzy and Roy over to my pool. Because Roy was there, everyone was wearing bathing suits, but when Suzy started heading to the pool, I said "Suit off."
With no more than a brief glance at Roy, she untied the top and threw it next to the chair, then dropped the bottom and kicked it over towards her top. She dove into the water and Roy watched her intently as she did a few laps in the pool. She pulled herself out of the water and walked gracefully over to her chair, lying down in the sun.
"Be careful not to burn," I said. "Roy, could you put some lotion on her?"
Roy glanced at me questioningly, but he just nodded and walked over to Suzy.
"Thank you," Suzy said, spreading her arms and legs open so that Roy could get to all the spots.
He picked up the lotion from the ground next to Suzy, and started slathering her from the toes up. He rubbed her feet, being sure to get between each toe, before making his way up her calves. He continued to Suzy's thighs, and when he got to her crotch, he didn't hesitate. He put the lotion on very professionally, touching her where she needed to be touched, but not fondling her. Nevertheless, by the time he moved up to her stomach, he was well aware of what her privates looked and felt like.
He went on to her hips and stomach, then up her ribcage to her breasts, again not fondling, but making sure that she was completely covered. However much he was not fondling, when he moved up to her neck Suzy's nipples were as hard as they could be. He finished her neck and with just his fingertips he gently rubbed the lotion onto her face.
When he was done, Suzy said, "Thank you very much."
Suzy lay back in the chair and closed her eyes, soaking up the sun. Roy lay back as well, though his eyes never left Suzy's face and body, mostly face, surprisingly enough. It was then that I knew that Roy would accept my proposal.
That night, I had Suzy stay over. I tied her firmly to the bed, face up, spread eagle. When I was done, I sat by her head and stroked her hair. "Suzy, you know that I love you, right?"
"Of course, Jake," she replied.
"And you also know that I do everything I can to ensure that you are taken care of and protected, right?"
"Yes, Jake," she again replied.
"I'm still going to love you, but I won't be able to protect you and take care of you the same way next year," I said.
Her eyes started to fill with tears as she nodded her head.
"But I'm still responsible for you," I said. "I agreed to take care of you if you put yourself under my control, and you have not broken your side of the bargain. You obey me excellently."
"I try," she said.
"Because of that, I cannot just simply give up responsibility for you. I have to ensure that you are protected, cared for and controlled for your last two years of high school. Since I can't do that myself, I have to find a stand in."
"Roy?" she asked.
Suzy was a very smart girl, and she put two and two together and realized what this afternoon's activities were about.
"Do you understand why I have to do this?" I asked.
She nodded.
"If I could continue doing it myself, I would, but even if I were to take you with me, I would not be able to be in school protecting you. Here there are people who will watch out for you, make sure that you are well taken care of, and tell me if Roy isn't treating you right."
"What is going to happen?" she asked.
"I want to make sure that Roy is the right person for this, so I am going to give you to him very soon. You will obey him as if he were me. However, he's not me, and he doesn't have the experience that I have, so he will not always know what to do. I want you to help him; tell him when he is doing something wrong, of if you need something different. I know that is not easy for you, but you will have to do it because I told you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said, tears rolling down her face. "Will you be done with me then?" she asked quietly.
"I'll never be done with you, my little Suzy," I said, stroking her face. "I will always be watching out for you, wherever you go, to the best of my ability. Every time I come back I expect to see you and hear how your life is going. I want you to come out and see me at my school as well. And in two years? We'll have to see what your life is like then."
She nodded, sniffling. I took a tissue, wiped her eyes and held it to her nose. "Blow," I said. She blew her nose, then put her head back on the pillow.
She looked at me intently and said, "I will do what you say, because you are right, but more importantly because you told me to do it. But you have to understand, Roy may be my master, but you will always be my protector."
"I will," I said. I lay down on top of her and kissed her whole body before I made love to her. I left her tied up all night as I spooned into her side. For the rest of the weekend, I spent all my time with Suzy, taking her every time I could get it up, in as many positions and orifices as I could. When I handed her over to Roy, she would no longer be mine, and when I sent her home on Sunday night, I cried.
I met Roy in school the next day, and we arranged to have lunch together. When we met, I asked him, "Have you decided?"
"I'll do it," he said simply.
"I thought that you would," I said. "I need to make sure that everything will be OK, so I'm going to give her to you tonight. Can you come to her house tonight?"
"So soon?" he asked.
"No reason to wait, and this way, if you have any questions, I will be around to answer them. Although, once I'm gone you should call me anytime that you have a question. Suzy is very special to me, and I will do anything I can to enable you to treat her right."
He nodded nervously. I gave him the address to Suzy's house and asked him to be there at eight. I had Suzy call her mother and ask her to be home at eight that night. When I arrived at Suzy's house, Renee asked me, "Why did you want me home?"
I sat her down and explained to her what I was doing. She understood that this was probably necessary, but didn't like the way that I was doing it. "You're treating her like property!" she complained.
"I am property, Mom," Suzy interjected. "I belong to Jake, and he can use me as he sees fit, including giving me away."
"I'm not sure that I like this," she said.
"But you know it is what Suzy needs," I pointed out. "Roy will be over shortly, and I want you to meet him, and feel comfortable with him." I turned to Suzy and said, "Go put on your collar and leash and take off all your clothes, then go kneel in the kitchen."
"Yes, Jake," Suzy responded.
A few minutes later there was tentative knocking on the door, and Renee went to answer it. "Are Suzy or Jake here?" I heard Roy ask.
"Come in," Renee told him, and led him into the living room where I was.
I introduced them to each other, saying , "Roy, I want you to meet Renee. She is Suzy's mother. Renee, this is Roy." They shook hands with each other, exchanging the requisite pleased-to-meet-yous.
"Roy, Renee knows all about my relationship with Suzy, and I've told her that you will be taking over," I said. Roy looked at Renee, distinctly uncomfortable. "Renee knows all about Suzy, and she understands that this is the way that we have to treat Suzy. Furthermore, she accepts it. Renee, I need to go and get something, but I'd like you to spend a few minutes getting to know Roy. And be nice!"
"Yes, Jake," she said, in the exact tone that Suzy used.
I left the room and went to the bathroom to compose myself. A few minutes later I went to the kitchen to sit with Suzy. "Are you OK? I asked.
"As I can be, given the circumstances," she replied, her voice cracking a little.
"I know what you mean," I said.
"What's going on now?" she asked.
"Your mother and Roy are getting to know each other. I figured that it was important, given the role he will have in your life."
"Yes, Jake," she said sadly, her head lowered.
I sat there and stroked Suzy's head for about another ten minutes, giving Roy and Renee a chance to bond. Then I stood up, took Suzy's leash, and had her walk with me to the living room.
When we entered the living room, Roy looked up and his mouth opened in surprise. He stood up as we approached him. When I stood before him, I had Suzy drop to her knees. "Roy, unfortunately in the future I will not be able to care for and protect Suzy in the way that she needs to be protected. Do you agree to take over the role of protector and caretaker of Suzy, ensuring to the best of your ability that no harm comes to her?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"And do you promise to treat her as she needs to be treated?" I asked.
He nodded.
"And do you agree to keep her as long as both you and I agree, and that you will inform me if you are no longer able to fulfill these obligations?"
"Yes," he said.
I had Suzy stand, and I kissed her gently on her lips. "Behave for your new master," I told her gently.
"Yes, Jake," she said, tears flowing down her face.
I turned to Roy and handed him the leash. "She's all yours now. Renee will be taking me home now, and she won't be back for about four hours."
I took Renee's hand and we went out to her car. She began driving me home, and I was halfway there before my tears really started flowing. After she pulled into my driveway, she gathered me in her arms and held me as I cried myself out.
In turned out that Roy didn't sleep with Suzy that night. He sat and talked, telling her about him and asking about her, which further affirmed for me that I had made the correct choice. On Monday in school, Suzy on Roy's arm caused quite a stir.
"What's up with Suzy?" Gemma asked me.
"She has a new boyfriend," I replied.
"Maybe," Gemma said, "but why is it that every time she gets near you she looks at you with big moon eyes?"
"Look, I'm not going to be around next year, and Suzy needs a boyfriend. This is the way it should be." It was still quite raw, and my eyes were moist.
Gemma looked at me knowingly, then leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Jake," she said.
I nodded and finished my lunch.