I Am Eighteen Finally Ch 01

I Am Eighteen, Finally Ch. 1

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The premise of this experience is about a newly turned eighteen-year-old who only this afternoon graduated from an intercity high school that was fenced and guarded by metal detectors, electronic screening, bag search, ID checks, and armed guards.

She lived with her Grandmother, a seventy-six-year-old widow of a Vietnam-era veteran who had PTSD, was alcoholic, and had dementia brought on by terrifying nightmares. He killed himself in a public park downtown. He was sitting in front of the town's war memorial statue. The note he left told why he blew his brains all over the plaque to honor the Vietnam GIs from that county killed in action or missing in action. The suicide bullet left a deep divot in the plaque.

This 'kid' knew her Grandfather. He was a child abuser, always telling kids they weren't supposed to tell his wife that he liked kids. He couldn't look at her without recalling the way girls were abused and used by the Viet Cong. Consequently, he protected her, even though he lusted after her.

Anyway, she wasn't the most stable high schooler that graduated that evening. She was awarded three scholarships, two of which she was ineligible to use because she wasn't a he.

When she was called to cross the stage to matriculate, the principal had to advise everyone that she could receive only one scholarship. It was a full ride to attend a preparatory college for the military academies. Even though she'd applied to four more colleges, the circumstances of her home life had excluded her from the liberal schools of the Ivy League.

When she started across the stage wearing the graduate's gown, she was naked underneath.

She had removed the velcro fasteners on her graduate's gown so that the only one holding the gown closed was the one at her neck. She held the robe pinched together with her fingers as the entry ceremonies droned on. When it came time to cross the stage, she quit holding the robe closed and let it fly back from her shoulders.

The audience didn't notice like she'd hoped. So, as she approached the dean handing out the diplomas, she danced a double pirouette, which flew the gown up to her shoulders, revealing her nude body to anyone paying attention to the stage.

The dean dropped her diploma, his chin striking his collar. The band leader was distracted and changed the rhythm of the dirge, so the music sort of warbled as he recovered, then rapidly looked away.

The young man behind her said, "We have been waiting to see what you would do. None of us expected to enjoy your antics as much as we are. I thank you for the whole class."

"Well, follow me on the internet from now on; you ain't seen nothin' yet."

She received the diploma after a little stutter in the process, and she once again performed as she left the stage. This time, she laid the diploma on the stage, pulled the robe up, and gathered It in a bundle above her waist.

As she picked up her diploma, she mooned the audience, flipped off the administrative group on stage, and said, "I am eighteen as of yesterday; this little exhibition is nothing. Keep an eye out. I have more to do, even though I have no more to show than you've been exposed to today."

Leaving the stage, she let the robe down at the bottom of the stairs and, instead of returning to her seat among her classmates, she left the building. She had graduated naked as she told her Grandmother she would. Why hang around after that?

Grandma knew she would do something embarrassing, so she hadn't attended but was waiting on a bench outside the fence when she came out of the graduation ceremony. They walked to the house. Grandma had Champagne, chocolates, and strawberries all ready to celebrate. After donning a T-shirt and a thong, the two sat on the front porch laughing about the graduation story as related by the graduate.

"Grams, you would have loved their reaction. They froze in place, many jaws dropped, and eyes were staring first at my tits and then my pussy. As you noticed, I'd shaved my pubic hair into an arrow pointing to my clitoris, which, under the bright stage lights, could hardly be ignored."

Just at the time she was relating the tale, her cell signaled a text had arrived.

Her best friend, Roy, had sent her a series of pictures of her on stage, leaving the stage, and then pictures of the administrative people on the stage. The admins had huddled and decided to continue at a faster pace, but the crowd was so distracted that the MC had declared a five-minute break.

The admins never regained control. However, they pushed through the matriculating and then abruptly ended the event.

Roy asked, "Where are you?"

She said, "I am home, Roy, and I want and need company. Please come over, and come in me. Now that I am of legal age, I want to feel a cock in me. I have seen you looking at my camel toes, tits, nipples, and ass, so I know you want to."

"It will be my first time to have a cock. I want that cock to be yours, Roy, since I have been looking at the bulges in your pants all these years, I want to see what you're hiding in those trouser-tents you pitch."

"Wait. You want to fuck me?"

"Fuck you? Yes, Roy. I want you to crush my cherry, make me bleed, and cum deep in me. I want to feel the heat of cum as it races to fertilize my egg. I hope not to grab one of those little squirmy sperm. If I don't catch one, I will invite you back again."

"I hope those little guys taste good, and I can develop a taste for them. I am anxious to feel your cock slipping through my lips, reshaping my tongue to allow your stiff shaft to drive to the top of my throat. And, starting there, eventually squirting me full of your wiggling sperm. Right now, it's a fantasy, but if you get your cock over here and use it improperly, it might be fun and something we will need to perfect."

"Can you get over here? How long will it take for you to get here? I am, right now, lying on my Grandmother's king-size bed, my crotch exposed, my slime running down my ass crack, and my nipples as long as I have ever seen them. Please, please hurry over here."

"It will take me twenty minutes, and I am on my way. It will be longer if the cops catch me speeding.  My tent is as big as I have ever pitched. I hope you can take it all. One of the older women I see thinks I am a horse. She always wants to ride me because she controls us so that I don't go as deep as I do when I am on top, fucking her."

"Fuck all that, Roy. Get that cock over here before I call someone else. You are my hope, though."

"I am running to the car right now."

"Jesus Christos." Grandmother proclaimed. "You are a virgin at eighteen? I'm ninety-three, and I've been having sex since I was... Hell, Sweetie, I don't recall how old I was when I jacked off the milkman in the milking barn. I do remember how good it tasted, though."

"Milking the milkman was the first of many thousands of similar milkings."

"I would get up at the crack of dawn, go out to the pump house, and have farmers poke their cocks through the knothole in the wall above the spigot. I'd blow ten, and often more, farmers who would stop by to fill their water jugs with the sweet water from our well. It was the best-tasting water for miles. The well was also the only place within six miles they could get a blow job while their jugs filled."

"You see, the closest town was seven miles away, but the former cemetery office was about a mile out of town, and it had been sold off and was now a licensed and inspected whore house."

"I've sucked white, brown, and an occasional black cock, and they all produced this marvelous white cum. There is no discrimination of color when a man cums. Cum is always white, so 'White Power" is a real thing. Fuck all that black lives matter bullshit. All lives matter, so be careful. White power is the effectiveness of the cum in reaching that egg, and we all started out as white cum, but white for sure."

"One morning, after I thought the farmers had all cum and gone, I saw a movement outside the knothole. When I got down to suck the cock, I saw a cunt through dense light brown and gray pubic hair pushed against the wall."

"There had never been a woman at the knothole in almost three years, and I had never touched or felt another pussy, so my curiosity and desire to try tasting it took charge. I licked my finger to get it wet, then I reached through the knothole and touched the pubic hair at the top of her gash. I was hoping to touch her clitoris."

"Ha! The joke was on me. She pulled away at my slightest touch and then pushed against the tip of my finger and began to lift and drop her clitoris against the end of my finger."

I heard her whisper roughly, "Use two fingers, three fingers, and push harder. "

Suddenly, she was gone.

I kneeled at the knothole with my fingers waving against the air.

The pump house door opened. Grandmother stepped through the door, pulled the door closed behind her, and switched on the naked light bulb hanging overhead. She had her skirt tucked into her waistband, and her pubic hair, I noticed, was as widespread around her crotch as mine.

I shave from my ass to my waist, and from the crotch of my thighs and torso, around my thighs, and down the inside of them, too. I am very hairy, and up until that moment, I thought I had the hair that you might expect on a man but not on a woman.

My Grandmother didn't shave. I later found out that before she married my Grandfather, she hadn't let anyone see her body.

It turns out that he liked that she was so overgrown and would constantly

hound her to let him give her a massage. He wouldn't tolerate her trimming or shaving.

Even the hair on her head was about twenty-four inches long back then.

I was, of course, pretty sure when she'd whispered outside, I knew who was out there.

As she came toward me, I said, "I licked my fingers clean, Grandmother; I am going to love having you teach me to eat you. I hope you remember that I am a slow learner and will require more lessons than you might expect."

"Go into the house, take a shower, and meet me in the kitchen."

Off I went. I raced through the shower and met her in the kitchen.

She was sitting on the butcher block in the center of the kitchen. Her ass and pussy were exposed between her widely spread legs, with her heels and ass cheeks hanging on the edge.

"Well, darling, I am not perched up here like a parrot for you to teach me to talk. I am up here for you to eat my crotch. I did enjoy your fingers. However, fingering? I can do that for myself, and I regularly do. Unfortunately, the only way I can eat myself is from my wet fingers or a cock - and now from you when you kiss me after or, better yet, while you learn to eat my cunt."

"I promise to teach you the method of oral sex. And, if you will listen, you'll be able to cause the most earth-shattering orgasm any woman will ever have. You will have women approaching you like you won't believe. If you play your mouth right, you can make a shitload of money, eating pussy so well that the pussy you ate will be thought of forever as a wanton cunt by the woman carrying it around."

"My presumption for this first lesson is that her pussy is spread wide open, and her legs are spread like I am right now."

"The first thing you do is, with a flat tongue, sweep from the top of my clitoral hood all the way down my labia and into my spread-open vaginal canal. From there, slide your tongue across my perineum and over and around my puckered asshole. Ream and lick around my asshole, then kiss my mouth, French kissing me, smearing your tongue all around my mouth and lips."

"Moan and hum a lot. Act and sound like you are delighted that she hadn't showered or wiped her ass for a week. You will not regret it. Ever."

"Granddaughter, remember that every woman dreams of being the nastiest she can be at least once in her life. Most women are anxious for it to happen, and they may not ever want to have it happen again. However, if you are the one to take her there, she is yours forever."