Part Two – Graduation Night
As always, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental...all characters exists only within the realm of my imagination.
A word of appreciation to all those who responded to part 1, especially those of the Wiccan beliefs...your kind words and soft criticism were very encouraging. As last time, I mean no disrespect to anyone in the Wiccan faith...this is meant simply as a sexy, fun to write story, my apologies in advance if I offend. Again, please send me feedback or comments...this story has unexpectedly generated more feedback than any story of mine to date. I had no idea where the story would go...it just sort of wrote itself. I enjoyed writing the sequel, I hope you enjoy it to.
The next week passed by in a maddening, often agonizingly slow blur. I scored final exams and averaged grades. I also helped get things ready for our summer graduation event. Usually, we have between thirty and forty students who fail to graduate in the Spring with their class...often because of too many absences or just failing to pass a required class as was the case with my witches. The shock of not graduating with their peers usually grabs their attention well enough that they make up the lost class or lost time quickly that summer and so we have a small graduation ceremony, so they can officially receive diplomas and wear their caps and gowns. Knowing they have this ceremony to look forward to is another incentive to do the work.
I was still in a sex aroused fog from what had occurred with my three witches. The three beautiful young women were constantly in my head, both when I was awake and asleep...especially in my sleep. In all my forty-five years, I have never experienced anything like it...the sheer power and eroticism of my dreams. Images of Tara, Lisa and especially Ashley, naked and carnal, possessing me and allowing me to possess them filled my sleeping hours. We were sex incarnate...god and goddesses consuming ourselves in orgasmic fires only to be reborn from the ashes of our spent desires to burn anew with lustful joy.
Every morning I would awake sweat drenched and exhausted, my cock throbbing and drained as I seemed to have ejaculated in my sleep not once, but multiple times. My head would still be swimming with the images of my three seductresses and I wondered if I was going mad as every morning mixed in with the odors of my lusty sweat and semen were the sweeter aromas of my dream lovers...their particular fragrances that I'd come to know during the summer session, mixed with more carnal scents. I found myself almost convinced that somehow they had slipped into my house in the dark of the night, making magical love to me till dawn.
It should not come as a surprise to anyone that all three of my witches passed the final exam with flying colors...the three highest scores in the entire class...with Lisa scoring a '98', and Tara and Ashley both scoring a '97'. All my students passed, but there was a wide gap in scores between my three witches and the rest of the class. Needless to say, Mr. Grady, the Principal was thrilled.
Finally Graduation Night arrived. We always hold the ceremony on the last Friday of June and with such small groups, held a short reception afterwards...punch, cookies and nuts. I tried to act calm, but felt like a young boy about to go out on a first date with the girl of his dreams. My witches had become the stuff of dreams to me. I wondered how they would act...how I would act...I even wondered if they would even bother to show up. I shouldn't have doubted them though. As I assisted Grady's secretary in getting things organized on stage, I glanced at the gathering parents, families and the thirty-six students now finally and proudly able to wear their graduation gowns. My heart leaped as I saw my three girls, dressed the most conservatively that I'd ever seen in their long, midnight blue graduation gowns. Each noticed me and gave me a wave and a big smile. Tara even blew me a kiss.
Mr. Grady gave a short speech, thanking me and the other summer school staff, Mrs. Dawson, our chorus teacher sang something inspirational and then with my assistance, Mr. Grady called each student up to the stage and gravely presented them with their diploma. As they crossed the stage in front of the assembled faculty and staff, each student tended to respond differently...some stopping to shake teachers' hands or to hug a particular teacher, some red-faced and shy, literally racing to get off the stage. As Tara, the first of my witches was called, she strode up on the stage with the same defiant, proud manner that she had first charged into my class with. She accepted her diploma and Grady's words of congratulation with the most cursory of nods and then as she crossed the stage, stopped and gave me a furious hug.
I groaned inwardly as I felt her body press against mine, feeling almost naked under the robe, a feeling she confirmed as she whispered in my ear, "I'm not wearing anything under this robe. I want you and in the full moon of the Esbat, I shall have you, Mr. Rob!" Blood rushed to my cock...her words filling me with desire.
Her lips brushed my cheek and she smiled sweetly at me and moved on. I prayed that my sudden erection wasn't that noticeable and tried to act as if everything was normal. I tried to will my hard-on away, but if I was having any success, it was in vain when Lisa was called up to the stage. Again, she took her diploma, barely acknowledging Mr. Grady's existence and came over and gave me a powerful hug.
In my ear, Lisa's tongue flicked out and then she whispered, "I'm naked and wet for you under this robe, Mr. Rob! I want you and in the full moon of the Esbat, I shall have you!" She too kissed me on the cheek and she gave me a heartbreakingly tender smile. My erection was throbbing angrily and I knew if I looked down, I'd see a huge bulge, threatening to rip through my trousers.
The last person called to the stage was Ashley and I could feel my heart pounding as she took her diploma from Mr. Grady without a backward glance, looked out at the audience and waved at her family and then came to me and hugged me fiercely.
Her body seemed to melt against mine...there seemed to be an incredible amount of heat emanating from her body. I could smell her lust. She kissed my cheek. In my ear, she said in a husky whisper that screamed desire, "My time to become a woman is now...I choose you. I want you and in the full moon of the Esbat, I shall have you, Mr. Rob!" She kissed my cheek again, her lips on fire and then stepped back and looked at me with such purpose and power...for a second it was as if we both stood there naked, the world shrunk down to just us two and our need...our lust...our hunger for each other was palpable.
The moment passed in a heartbeat or an eternity...I'm not sure. Then Ashley spoke, "Remember, Mr. Rob. Your reward will be threefold...in the full moon of the Esbat, it will be threefold." Ashley smiled and strode across the stage and returned to her seat.
I did my best not to begin trembling or to cum in my trousers as Grady made a few last remarks and then declared 'these assembled students, graduated." There followed the usual cheers and throwing of graduation caps and then everyone retired to the school cafeteria for the reception. I took a few minutes to bring myself under control...my penis grudgingly wilting to a half erection...its recovery seeming imminent.
At the reception, I accepted the heartfelt thanks of a few parents, most noticeably a few of the jocks who had their athletic eligibility restored thanks to passing my class. Then Lisa bounded up, her parents in tow. Both looked like proud parents...I recognized in them the same characteristics of factory workers that my parents had had. They thanked me with accents that marked them as descendents of Polish immigrants...a trace left even after several generations in America. They thanked me profusely for getting their daughter through graduation. I accepted their thanks humbly and gave all the credit to Lisa, who beamed at me.
As they left, Lisa glancing back to give me a saucy wink, Ashley came up with her parents...slightly bewildered farmers who looked uncomfortable being dressed up in Sunday best and inside. Both gave me curt thanks, the father glumly adding, "We didn't think she'd ever get anywhere once she took up with this witchery foolishness." Ashley rolled her eyes and blushed. I tried to blunt any possible argument within the family by assuring them that I had every confidence in the world that Ashley would make her mark...that indeed, she was one of the brightest students I had ever had the pleasure of teaching and my hat was off to them for raising such a fine daughter. Ashley beamed at me, and mouthed the words, "Thank you." Even her parents smiled at my words of praise.
Finally, Tara arrived holding hands with a woman who had to be her mother. "Mr. Rob, I'd like you to meet my mom, Sara," she said, taking my hand in hers, linking the three of us. I might have imagined it, but there was a bit of an electrical charge that ran through all of us. I knew what Tara would look like in thirty years or so. Her mother was a big, voluptuous woman, big both in bosom and butt and a solid waist. The term "Earth Mother" passed through my mind. Tara had inherited her mother's brilliant eyes and she was a beautiful woman. She wore a long, flowing dress of many colors and from the pendant around her neck, I assumed that I knew where Tara's Wiccan ideas had come from.
"Mr. Rob, Merry met," said Tara's mother. She extended her free hand and I took it...forming us into one circle. "I've heard so much about you...I wanted to thank you for being so...open-minded." Her eyes seemed to pierce right through me...peering into my very soul. She had a funny smile on her face and I felt like I had no secrets from her.
"Your daughter marches to her own drummer," I replied. "There's nothing wrong with that. We all have to find our own way."
That seemed to please Sara. "Well said. Still, it's refreshing to find someone who doesn't condemn us for the path we walk." She looked at her daughter. "Even though Tara seems determined to explore new paths to the Craft." There was a slight tone of chastisement in her voice, as well as amusement.
