The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Daring Dabbs was originally conceived as a one part story, but really positive feedback from the original encouraged me to do a sequel. It gets a little intense compared to my usual submissions but if you enjoyed the first part then you should really enjoy what happens here. Remember, the story is FICTION and just a FANTASY so just have fun reading. -- xoxo Daphne
"Oh my goodness," I thought to myself as I opened the elegant envelope with Dabbs' name written in script on the front, "she's getting married."
It had been two years since my former student and I fucked each other in a hotel room on a trip to Munich. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that she had fucked me. Dabbs had tied me to a chair while I was sleeping off the German beer she encouraged me to have that evening. Then, dressed as an eighteen year old schoolgirl, she teased me mercilessly, sucked my cock with unbelievable suction, had me watch her masturbate, and then fucked the daylights out of me. All of this because she knew that I wanted it deep down, but wouldn't allow myself to fuck a former student half my age, even if she was okay with it.
Over the course of the next year, Dabbs and I would meet occasionally for dinner or coffee. We talked about everything going on in our lives and enjoyed each other's company, just as we had done before our trip together. The difference was that afterwards, Dabbs would take me to her discretely parked car, get down on her knees, and suck my cock completely dry.
Sometimes, Dabbs would tease my shaft relentlessly with her tongue, playing with my mind and turning me into a quivering mess as I begged her to let me come, which she would...eventually. Other times, Dabbs would go at a steady pace, bobbing her head gently and looking up at me with the most beautifully submissive eyes as if she was still my student trying to convince me not to tell her parents that she had forgotten her homework. Still, on other occasions, Dabbs would grip my shaft firmly with both hands and milk my cock relentlessly until she was ready to finish me off. Then, she would take my entire length down her throat and literally pull the orgasm out of me.
Her oral skills were amazing, and she knew it too.
A few months later, Dabbs took a new job in the city. We kept in contact but didn't get to see each other for a while. Our experiences together, though, helped give me the confidence to start dating again. Over the next several months, I had some wonderful sensual experiences with different women the same age as me.
All thanks to my former student in her mid 20s.
Now, as I read the wedding invitation, it had been about a year since Dabbs and I had last seen each other. She had actually started dating one of her old friends from high school. Apparently, things had gotten really serious and Dabbs became pregnant. When she had her baby girl a few months ago, she sent me some beautiful pictures of mother and daughter together. It made me smile, and she seemed very happy.
It appeared that the two parents were now getting married, and it felt lovely to be invited. I did notice that with the RSVP card, there was a small handwritten note from Dabbs that read:
"I hope you can come. It would mean a lot to me if you could give me away." - Dabbs
Of course, I signed the RSVP letting her know I would be there, adding a note back to her:
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
***
A month or so later, the weekend of Dabbs' wedding arrived. The location she chose was a lovely Georgian style house in the countryside surrounded by large full trees. The ceremony was being held on the lawn, with the reception inside the banquet room of the house.
That night before the event, I got a text from Dabbs:
"Hey there, can you swing by tomorrow morning a few hours before the ceremony?"
I responded:
"Sure, anything wrong?"
Her reply came a minute or so later.
"Oh no, there's nothing wrong, I just want to see you before everyone arrives...say 11am?"
I always felt stupid as a middle-aged man texting a "thumbs up" emoji, so I just typed back:
"I'll be there."
***
The following morning I showered, had breakfast, and got into my classic black tuxedo. As I drove to the wedding location about an hour away, I thought about all the wonderful memories I had experienced with my former student. I had stimulated her interest in history when she was in my class, inspired her to go into the same profession, watched her grow into a beautiful young lady, shared so many personal things with her, traveled abroad with her, fantasized about her...
Ever since she fucked me though, my thoughts would always come back to the image of Dabbs on her knees with her hair in pigtails and her beautiful eyes staring up into mine as she sucked on my cock in so many wonderfully perverted ways. That mental picture was as clear as when it happened, and would be with me forever.
As I arrived at the estate, I pulled into the parking area designated for attendees. I recognized Dabbs' car immediately. Hers was the only vehicle in the lot. The wedding wasn't until 4pm, and I couldn't help but wonder why Dabbs wanted me there so early.
I parked next to Dabbs' vehicle in the corner of the lot next to the wooded area. No sooner had I gotten out of my car and closed the door that I heard a voice.
"Woohoo! Lookin' good there!" Dabbs' slightly southern accent was unmistakable.
I smiled at her comment and turned around.
That's when my jaw dropped.
Dabbs stood on the other side of the parking lot closest to the house in her full wedding attire. She had shifted her weight to one side and had her hands on her hips, flashing the most beautiful smile.
The dress...ohmygod the dress...
Dabbs' wedding dress was a pure shimmery white with beautiful lace embroidery. Below the waist, the dress flared out down to her calves, leaving her legs bare about eight inches above the ankle. From the waist up, Dabbs' top fit snugly around her mid and lower back with a long vertical zipper that went all the way down her back to just below her waist. Her shoulders and upper back were completely bare while her top was holding her large breasts firmly in place.
If that wasn't enough to drive any man crazy, her gorgeous brunette hair was caressing her upper back with a small but elegant white headpiece clipped off to the side.
The final detail that sent my cock into overdrive were the crimson red high heels Dabbs was wearing as she sauntered towards me, carrying a small matching bouquet of roses.
"Mygod, Dabbs," I finally managed to say, still gaping, "you look unbelievable."
My former student tilted her head cutely to one side and smiled.
"You're looking pretty darn fine yourself," she replied, gently placing her hand under my chin to close my gaping mouth.
I just couldn't believe how beautiful she looked.
"I'm sorry it's been a while since we've seen each other," Dabbs spoke softly, "life just gets in the way."
I shrugged. "It's okay. New job, new baby, new fiancee. I really appreciate you keeping in touch with what's going on in your life, though. That baby girl is adorable, and your figure is fantastic!"
"Isn't she though?" Dabbs replied, glancing down at her breasts, "she's still nursing too, and my breasts have gotten massive."
I cleared my throat. I wasn't going to mention it, but I had noticed a significant size increase in her breasts since the last time I saw her. I loved how casually she would talk to me about things like that.
"So, why did you want me to come so early today?"
Dabbs smiled cutely as she playfully straightened my bowtie.
"Why do you think?"
I stared at Dabbs intently.
"You tell me."
With a coquettish look, Dabbs gently took my hand and leaned close to whisper in my ear.
"One last fuck?"
My eyes widened in shock. "Dabbs!?! On your wedding day?!?"
My former student nodded.
"But..." I started to say something.
"Come on," Dabbs interrupted, leading me by the hand towards the wooded area next to the parking lot, her crimson high heels clicking on the concrete. "The ceremony isn't until late this afternoon. I'm still a single girl until then."
"A single mom, you mean," I insisted...although I noticed I was still following her into the woods.
Dabbs rolled her eyes.
"The key word is 'single'," she replied, looking back over her shoulder and flashing me a flirty smile.
