Gift of the Graduates Ch. 05

Deep in a sound sleep, Brad dreamed of floating in a warm ocean, his body relaxed as he was taken to destinations unknown. His eyes barely opened, the warmth of his body fighting his attempt to wake when a wave lapped against him, his body moving against its warm kiss. He felt content, almost serene as the heat of the waves spilled over him.

With a deep inhale he awoke, feeling a weight lying across his hips. His hand moved down his side and felt the soft skin of a body, then traveling along it until he felt strands of hair beneath his fingers which soon disappeared in the thick mane falling on to his stomach.

Lifting his head he saw the dark outline of Casey facing away from him, the wet sensation on his dick instantly telling him what she was doing. He let his head fall back to his pillow, his fingers curling in her hair, her head slowly moving as she sucked on him. Not hard, not hastening to the end, but long, slow sucking. He felt her mouth slide up his shaft, its warm wetness enveloping him in a comforting embrace.

Her lips slid over his cockhead, their touch an exquisite caress, her hand cradling him as her lips parted and she again took him inside.

"You were right," Brad mumbled, "midnight sex is great."

Pausing only long enough to respond, Casey replied, "Told ya," and resumed her sucking.

She took her time, unhurried as the minutes ticked by, occasionally holding him upright as she gently ran her tongue around his engorged head before noiselessly taking him inside, her hand relaxing its grip as her mouth swallowed him.

Sliding his hand to her back, Brad pressed lightly against it as she took her time tasting him, taking deep breaths to calm himself as her light touch brought him closer to his release. How long she sucked on him he didn't know, but his balls grew sore as she continued and he opened his legs to relieve the slowly growing ache.

Casey's free hand slid to his sack, gently massaging it, her arm pushing his leg back as she kissed her way down his length. When she reached the base of his shaft she ran her tongue across his hairy sack, its firm, slightly wet pressure causing him to groan.

"Should I finish?" her quiet voice asked, her lips kissing his balls as her hand stroked him.

"No," he breathed, his body relaxed but growing tense as she kissed her way up his length and again engulfed him.

"I could be here a while," she told him, pulling his cock from her mouth and licking her lips with barest of sounds.

"That's okay," he replied, though his heart was beating faster the longer she continued. He dug his fingers into her back, applying more pressure as Casey resumed sucking, her touches almost fleeting as she satisfied her need.

With a drawn out coo she pulled her head back, her mouth dragging up his length and ending with a satisfying pop as she pulled free. Lifting herself on to her knees, Casey held his cock upright and let her mouth fall over him, his cockhead grazing the back of her throat.

Brad groaned, arching his back at her touch, his hand firmly planted in her back and pushing down. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, the excruciating sensation of this prolonged event taking its toll. His legs were spread as he tried to relieve the throbbing in his balls, doing his best to relax his body and stave off the building explosion.

Still unhurried, Casey bobbed her head up and down, taking her time to savor him, enjoying the sounds and reactions she was causing. Again her free hand massaged his balls, Brad moaning as her hand pressed against him and moved in circles, his hips rising off the bed and momentarily holding themselves suspended until falling back down.

Lying across his hips, Casey sat sideways on her hip, Brad's hand sliding up to her shoulders and pushing firmly against her. As her hand pulled on him she swallowed a large drop of precum which bubbled forth, the warm confines of her hungry mouth wanting more.

Brad panted, wanting to cum to relieve the ache in his balls, but Casey wouldn't let him. She took her time, no longer rubbing his sack though the back of her arm kept his leg pulled back as she deliberately sucked on him.

He wasn't sure how much he could endure, his body ready to explode at any second as this oral session continued. It was then he felt her fingers pulling his balls down and away, her head raised slightly off his stomach. Her other hand wrapped tighter about his shaft, pulling more forcefully but still at a deliberate pace.

Breathing hard, his release near at hand, he realized he couldn't cum as her fingers pulled his balls down. He wanted to cum, desperately, his hips rising and falling in time to her hand yanking on him, but he couldn't. Focusing his concentration, he could feel small drops trickling out, his body unable to do what it wanted.

"Mmmmm," Casey again cooed with a filled mouth, Brad hearing her swallow the few drops of cum which came out. His hand held her down, forcing her down, his aroused state threatening to tear him apart.

Her hand moved and like a bursting dam he came. It was a wondrous release, a strong, uncontrolled torrent of cum shooting free. His hips rose and fell, their movement impeded by her body lying across him, his breaths pounding between his lips.

"Uhh ... ahhh ...." was all he could say, the contractions of his balls shooting streams of cum into Casey's mouth where they were swallowed as quickly as they arrived. She drank from him, her mouth pulling his cum from him, her hand massaging his balls to force his seed from him. His hips pumped his cock into her mouth, the scraping of her lips across his shaft a sublime friction which spurred him on.

Then it passed and a hitherto unknown calm settled over him, his heart thumping in his chest, his body twitching from an unknown source. Casey turned and lay on top of him, her comforting warmth causing him to involuntarily lay his arms across her supple form, followed by a firm kiss before she settled in.

"You sure have a lot," he heard her say, the beating in his chest echoed from hers.

Brad wanted to fall asleep in his utterly relaxed state but opening his eyes, he was confronted by her face inches from his, her features just visible in the wan light of the room. He didn't reply, his body warm and fuzzy and too tired to do so, but he managed to grin before letting himself drift off.

"Don't fall asleep on me," she told him, her hand lightly tapping his chest.

"Hmmm?" was the sleepy reply.

Pushing herself up from him, Casey crawled up his body until she was astride his chest, her legs spread wide as she looked down.

"It's time for you to do some work," she told him.

"Hmm?" was again the reply.

Though he couldn't see it, Casey grinned and leaning forward so her hands were against the headboard, she shifted herself until her knees were beside his head, Brad lazily reaching up to hold her thighs as she got herself into position. Now straddling his face, Casey adjusted herself until she felt her pussy come into contact with his mouth and lowered herself.

"Mow mm I thupps'd to breathe?" she heard him mumble.

With a small giggle she moved her hips back enough so Brad's mouth was the only thing covered.

"Eat me," she directed, looking down and able to see his head outlined against the pillow.

Lazily sliding his hands up her back, Brad did as ordered, tasting her warm, tangy pussy as she sat on top of him. He couldn't move his mouth much, his chin growing wet as she sat on his face. His tongue reached out as best it could, licking her slit and diving between her folds.

"Mmmmm," he heard her coo, "lick me." With a small wiggle of her hips she ground into him, lifting herself just enough so Brad could move his jaw to suck on her.

All the sucking Casey had done to get him hard then make him cum had put her in the mood and she took out her sexual needs on his prone form. When she felt his tongue lick across her wet folds she thrust her hips forward to make contact, its hard tip rubbing across her throbbing clit.

Her hips moving in small in circles as she ground her pussy into his face, she let out a stuttered exhale, her hips jerking when his tongue scraped across her sensitive nub. With one hand still outstretched for balance, she twisted her torso until she could reach back and grabbed hold of his flaccid dick, her fingers wrapping about it and tugging on him.

"Hmmm!" Brad mumbled, his mouth covered by her wet pussy.

The vibrations from his mouth swept across her pussy and she moaned, her hand wrapped around his dick releasing itself as she braced her hands on his headboard and looked down. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she leaned forward, their shapes lightly bouncing against her in time to her motions.

Again and again his tongue lapped at her sex, occasionally diving inside her, its firm length teasing her with what she really wanted. Without realizing it, her hips were moving back and forth in time to his licking, her body jerking with delight every time he touched her.

"Make me cum," she breathed, her need growing more desperate as the moments ticked by. Try as she might, she couldn't find the one spot she wanted his tongue to hit, high-pitched squeaks mingling with her gasps as her hips flexed, her hands curled tight about the top of the headboard in her attempt to make herself cum.

Brad almost couldn't keep up with her, his mouth coated in her juices a bare speed bump as she rocked on top of him. Curling his hands across the top of her thighs, he did his best to hold her in place so he could use his tongue and mouth though the strength of her legs and his prone position allowed her to still move on top of him, just not as much. With his tongue he flicked against her rounded bundle and Casey's throaty groan told him he found what she had been looking for.

His tongue swept across her as fast as he could, Casey squealing as her hands gripped the headboard. Her eyes were screwed shut, her body flexing on top of him as she came, Brad feeling her legs tremble with his every touch. His mouth and chin were soaked in her juices, his mouth sliding effortlessly between her folds as his tongue, now growing sore, lapped at her slit. Though her legs pressed against his ears, he could hear her mewling cries as her body shook, her heaving gasps for air unlike anything he had heard from her so far.

Her body thrashed as her release slammed into her, her nerves on fire at his every touch. She let out a long, ear piercing squeal, her pussy joyfully aching as Brad's tongue lapped at her, her legs growing sore from pressing against the resistance of his hands which held her in place.

"Stop!" she shouted and just as quickly slid her hips back to remove herself from his contact. She panted heavily, looking down between her extended arms at the gray fog of his slick-covered face, her breasts hanging free from her heaving chest. She hung suspended for a time, catching her breath, before sliding down his body and giving him a big, sloppy kiss, coating her mouth with herself.

"That felt good," she purred, her body melting in to his as she lay on top of him. Her head rested on his chest, his warmth seeping into her relaxed body, his arms now lying on her back as he held her. Without another word they dozed off, their sexual needs met for the moment.

Hours later the light of the sun woke Brad, his eyes adjusting to the brightness in room. As he stretched, his arm bumped into Casey lying next to him, her back towards him as she slept. He yawned and felt his face crack, remembering what it meant and swiped his hand across his face to clean it.

Tired, he rolled behind Casey and wrapped his arm around her, his hand sliding between her breasts which held him in place. Her back was cool as he pressed his body against hers, her ass neatly fitting into the curve of his body.

Some time later he was awoken by her movement and opening his eyes saw her turning to face him, eyes closed, arms pulled tight in front of her. Caressing her back, she cracked her eyes open, her body moving closer to him and mumbled, "Hey."

"Hey," was his reply.

Casey nestled her head below his chin, the soft wisps of her breath brushing his throat.

"Some night," Brad said, taking a deep breath and relaxing.

"Mh huh," was the half-awake response.

"Hungry?"

"Mhhh ...." was all Casey could get out as she fought to stay awake. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a while and she wanted to enjoy every moment of it.

"We're going to have to get out of bed sometime," he reminded her, though he was in no mood to do so.

Stretching her arm out, Casey twisted her body away from him, getting the kinks out and looked at him.

"We do?" she joked, her lips turning up in a knowing grin.

"I prefer not to be found starved to death, in bed, with a young woman who let her horniness get the best of her."

"Why not?" she asked, throwing her arm over his shoulder and pulling herself toward him. "At least you'll go out happy."

Brad chuckled, telling her, "True, but I'm hoping that won't happen for a very long time."

"So do I," Casey replied, giving him a kiss then nestling into her pillow. Her hand slid down his body and after moving her hips back, fondled his dick between them.

"Already?" Brad asked, letting her do what she wanted to him.

"Maybe," she said, giving him another kiss. "Just keeping you warmed up."

Laughing, Brad gave her a kiss then pulled himself away from her, Casey snorting as she lost her grip on his dick which had started to swell. Making his way to the kitchen, Brad pulled out the pans he needed and began to make their breakfast; omelets, toast and juice, getting everything ready as he waited for the pan to heat.

He felt Casey come up behind him and give him a reverse hug, her arms wrapping about his waist as she pressed her breasts into him. She held him for some time, her body leaning against his until Brad gently pried her off him and pushed her towards her seat.

It didn't take long for the food to be ready and after eating their fill and cleaning the table, they agreed they should get cleaned up after their late night sexual romp.

"You should see your face," Casey giggled as she waited for Brad.

"Says the girl who sucked me dry then humped my face," he joked back.

With a laughing smile Casey headed to his bathroom, Brad following behind and eyeing her swaying ass. Getting a towel and wash cloth for her, he adjusted the water temperature then let her get inside first. When he looked, he saw Casey staring up at the shower stream, her eyes closed as her face was bathed in the warm flow.

Though he had seen her unclothed most of the evening, Brad took a long look at her form, again noting how her shorter, compact nature had more curves than either Lindsey or Nikki. Coming up behind her, he reached around to her front and cupped her full breasts in his hands, pulling her against him.

Casey twisted her head up and around to look at him, smiling as her hands covered his and leaned back. Though he would have liked to stay like this for a longer time, he released her so she could get cleaned up. They grinned and smiled at each other as they scrubbed the previous days sheen from their bodies, Casey toying with his soapy dick while Brad did the same with her breasts.

Before she rinsed off, Casey turned to face him and leaned over so her soapy breasts fell across his dick which was nearly erect from her playing with him and slid their slippery forms over his length. Unfortunately it was an awkward position and she wrinkled her mouth as she sought out a way to make it happen, finally settling against the soap dish which stuck out from the wall and bracing her feet against the opposite side of the tub.

"Come on," she told him, holding her breasts high and waiting for him to slide his dick between them.

Brad stepped across her, reaching up to restrict the flow of water so it didn't rinse off the soap, and facing her, found the right angle to slide himself into her cleavage. Almost as soon as he did he began to push his hips back and forth, the slick sensation of her soapy breasts offering subdued friction against his taught skin.

"Good, huh?" Casey chirped, looking up and smiling then squeezing her breasts tighter around his shaft.

Brad could only growl as he watched his dick slide back and forth, concentrating on keeping his cockhead clear of soap, his shaft slipping easily against her skin.

In just a few minutes he was ready, his pulse racing as he stopped and held his position, swallowing hard to keep himself from cumming.

Casey didn't let him rest for long as she all but bounced her breasts against his groin as he was so tight against her. In a short time Brad came, Casey smiling as she got him off, feeling his cock pulse between her breasts then shoot its warm, sticky load across her chest before dripping across her.

Brad panted, the sharp release of his streams almost painful as he came on her. He gritted his teeth and locked his legs tight, Casey's slick skin skating across his cock which spurted itself on to her.

He felt weak when he finished, his legs almost buckling, but he held himself aloft as Casey moved from under him and turned the water back on to rinse herself. He felt thirsty, his throat sore and he shook his head to clear his senses. When she was done rinsing his cum from her, Casey turned and gave him a big smile before sliding around him to wash her hair.

The rest of the shower moved quickly, though Brad fondled her ass several times, dipping a finger between her cheeks and fingering her hole which Casey enjoyed and showed it by bending over and spreading herself for him. He never entered her, only swirling the pad of finger against her puckered opening, her anal muscles flexing as they tried to get him inside.

Even above the sound of the shower he could hear her soft moans as she kept backing up, wanting him to stick his finger in her. Enjoying his teasing, Brad didn't give her what she wanted but instead placed a hand on each cheek and pulled them so she barely opened, pointing her so the shower stream fell on that one spot.

Casey squealed as several of the watery jets found their way just inside her, hands outstretched against the wall for support. She twisted her ass, adjusting her position so the streams fell on what she wanted, gasping as her nerves lit up at the watery fingers.

Releasing his hands, Brad let her snap shut, Casey standing upright, her face flush as she stood in the back of the shower. Brad smiled, Casey returning it and telling him, "That was mean!"

"What? You didn't like it?"

"Yes!" she all but shouted, "but now I'm horny and you're not ready!"

Brad laughed, reaching out and pulling her to him and cradling her, Casey wrapping her arms about him and pressing tight.

"Patience," he told her, Casey nestling her head against him as they stood.

When the water started to cool they quickly rinsed then dried themselves. Afterwards, Casey went to her bag and handed him a bottle of lotion then jumped on to his bed, her face lying on her crossed arms.

"I presume madam wants a massage?" Brad joked.

Casey only giggled, looking at him and tossing her damp hair to the side to expose her shoulders. Doing as was expected, Brad squeezed out small globs of lotion and worked them into her dewy skin, Casey lying still and relaxing as his hands rubbed against her. Working his way down her back, Brad massaged the lotion onto her ass, Casey spreading her legs so he could get to the inside of her thighs.

"This isn't helping matters," she mumbled into the bed as his hands kneaded her thighs, more lotion being applied as he traveled down her leg.

"You'll just have to suffer," he joked, grabbing her ankle and lifting her leg to work the lotion into her foot.

"Mmmmmm," he heard her moan, her leg limp in his hand as he pressed his thumbs into the bottom of her foot. Before he let her leg down, he reached out with the tip of his tongue and scraped it along the bottom of her foot, Casey instantly squealing and yanking her foot from his grasp to slam on to the bed.