The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. I highly recommend reading Violating Sandie parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 before reading this installment. - xoxo Daphne123.
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It was the night before graduation, and Sandie was feeling on top of the world. She had been working hard the past few weeks to finish her senior projects and study for exams. Now though, everything was finished and all that remained was the graduation ceremony. Sandie was tired and a bit sore which she put down to all the stress that came with finishing high school. What Sandie didn't know was that her soreness and fatigue were caused more by how much fucking she had been doing, or more accurately, how much fucking had been done to her.
After Sandie's experience with the "pleasure machine", she quickly became the property of the rest of the school geeks. The less experienced nerds began using Sandie as a tool to learn everything they wanted to know about fucking girls. The ones who were more educated used Sandie to try out new ideas, learn various positions, and discover creative techniques to make girls come hard. She became the big fuck experiment for everyone's sex education. This was on top of the regular blowjobs or masturbation shows Sandie was forced to do by other students, or even staff members. When one of the school janitors discovered Sandie's trigger phrase, he would often leave her locked in one of the custodial closets after school completely naked and humping a broom handle for hours. He loved listening to her screams of pleasure through the closed door as he mopped the hallways.
For Sandie however, the night before graduation was all about going to the final senior party. She was tired but she didn't want to miss this, and part of her wanted to get away from her boyfriend too. He had wanted to spend the evening fucking Sandie and thought she was "lame" for wanting to go to a party. The irony was that neither of them knew that he was about the only guy in the school who HADN'T been fucking Sandie for the past few weeks.
"Fine," Sandie had said to her boyfriend in a huff, "I'll just go by myself."
Sandie had a cute little white dress with red flower print that she had just gotten at the mall that week and wanted to wear. The skirt stopped right above her knees and the top had tiny straps. Around her shoulders was a cute black crochet shawl which tied at the waist and kept Sandie's large breasts from spilling out of the dress. Sandie had added a black lace choker around her neck and a pair of black heels to give her some extra height. She looked adorably cute, especially with her bouncy locks of brunette hair.
Sandie knew the party was going to be big because it was being held at Stefie's house. Stefie was a one of those girls that had won the genetic lottery. Long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, perfect curves, amazing smile, it was all there. She looked like one of those gorgeous models from Iceland or Norway. She was that beautiful. Stefie was the captain of the dance team, a majorette with the marching band, and of course, she had been the homecoming queen.
It would be easy for people to hate Stefie had she been a bitch, but she wasn't. She was sweet, humble, artistic, smart, and popular with just about everyone. Stefie was also extroverted and a bit of a thrill seeker, which made her even more fun. Most of all, Stefie's parents were very well off and had a large house which made it perfect for Stefie to host the best parties throughout the year.
Sandie liked to go to parties when she could but was often studying or with her boyfriend. For some reason though, everyone seemed to be glad to see her show up at parties, especially over the past few weeks...
While the party was in full swing, Sandie wandered through the large house saying hi to friends. Just about everyone in the senior class was here, even the geeks from the robotics team. Sandie had noticed they had actually seemed to have gotten more confident recently and began going to more social events. "Good for them," she thought to herself as Arthur and his friends waved at her from across the room.
Sandie turned her attention to the refreshments table where she saw Stefie and Parker, Stefie's boyfriend, near the punchbowl. Parker was a freshman in college and was about the only guy who was even remotely in the same league as Stefie. Sandie thought he looked really sharp tonight in an all black suit and white silk tie.
Then there was Stefie.
Sandie's eyes widened when she got a look at what Stefie had on tonight, and could not believe how unbelievably hot she looked. She was wearing a shiny metallic, liquid wet, black micro-mini skirt with black 3-inch heels. The dress was all one piece with no zipper or buttons and hugged every single one of Stefie's perfect curves. On her left arm, Stefie's shoulder was completely bare while on the right, the sleeve covered Stefie from her shoulder to her wrist. The dress was so tight it would probably have to be peeled off and the skirt stopped just inches below her pussy. Stefie's long golden blonde hair came down to the top of her breasts and her blue eyes were absolutely hypnotic. How could one girl's body be so perfect?
"Dayum," Sandie said to herself out loud.
Stefie and Parker noticed Sandie walking over to them.
"Oh hi Sandie," Stefie flashed the perfect model smile.
"Hi Stefie," Sandie said fixing herself a cup of punch, "great party tonight."
"Why thank you," Stefie tried to talk over the blaring dance music. "You look so cute in that outfit."
Sandie smiled sweetly as she sipped her punch. "You look amazing Stefie! How can you look so sexy all the time?"
"I'm sorry, what?" Stefie leaned closer, trying to hear Sandie over the music.
Sandie tried to speak louder into Stefie's ear. "I SAID...YOU LOOK SO SEXY TONIGHT!"
Stefie gave up trying to hear over the music and took Sandie by the hand, giving her a "come with me" look. Kissing Parker on the cheek to let him know she'd be back in a moment, Stefie escorted Sandie down the hall away from the main party and into a small sitting room. Stefie closed the door behind her to block out most of the music and then joined Sandie on the couch, the two girls facing each other.
Stefie smiled. "So how have you been? I haven't seen you that much recently."
"Fine I guess," Sandie replied. "I'm just really exhausted. These past few weeks have been very busy."
"I can imagine," Stefie sympathized. "I'm sure you have a lot of work to do when studying to be a doctor. Its amazing you still look so beautiful with all the stress."
Sandie rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I am not beautiful, and I'm certainly not sexy like you are."
"Yes you are!" Stefie held Sandie's hands. "You are very sexy! Lots of guys think so. Even Parker has mentioned it to me."
Sandie looked down shyly, unconvinced. "You are really sweet Stefie but I'm nowhere close to the blonde bombshell that you are. You're a dancer, a baton twirler, and you look like a sexy model. No one thinks a doctor of psychology is going to be sexy."
"Hey," Stefie placed her hand gently under Sandie's chin, raising her head back up, "you...are...beautiful." Stefie said staring directly at Sandie with her gorgeous blue eyes. "You are smart, and sweet, and you are going to be a VERY sexy doctor, Sandie."
Sandie blinked several times quickly. Unbeknownst to both of them, Stefie had accidentally used Sandie's trigger phrase.
Staring directly into Stefie's piercing blue eyes, Sandie suddenly realized that she was getting extremely turned on.
"Stefie...I..." Sandie hesitated as a flood of sensations washed over her.
"Shhh," Stefie took Sandie's hand and held it lovingly. "Its okay, you don't have to say anythi--."
She stopped in mid-sentence as Sandie suddenly leaned in and kissed her hard.
"Um!" Stefie's eyes widened in surprise.
