Fanfic Schooldream Graduation

Disclaimer: Although the story is based upon the AIF Games School Dreams and such, the story itself is only a fanfic. Goblinboy himself is in no way affiliated with this story. And though he has given his kind permission, the story should be seen (and enjoyed) as it is: a written fictional fantasy by a fan.

For those not familiar with the TADS games The Camping Trip and School Dreams 3, the main character of these games wins the heart of Becky and has several adventures with her and their friends Mike & Melissa, resulting in an open relation between the four of them. However, the main character misjudges Becky’s devotion and perversion as he tries to reel in a fifth player, Molly. At Molly’s birthday you and Becky took her virginity, but that was the last you saw of Becky.

Cast:

You – a sexual hyperactive teen. Your parent are always on the road and you live virtually on your own

Becky Johnson – your girlfriend or not anymore?

Molly – Mike’s sister

Mike – Molly’s sister, maybe even more sexual active but absolutely more perverted, had no problem fucking Molly

Melissa Stevens – redhead and an absolute slut, does just about everything

Alison Stevens – redhead. A friend for who have a weak spot. Though she’s not like her sister, you’ve always sensed something smoldering beneath

Mrs Stevens – an older version of Melissa. In every way as you experienced

Gary – your one time rival in getting Molly’s virginity

Yuki – a Japanese transfer student with a fetish for headmasters. You’ve fucked her once in the headmasters office where imagined you to be the headmaster

Charlotte – a student you once helped with physics and got physical

School Dreams 4: Graduation

It’s been three months since that memorable birthday party of Molly's. You can hardly remember the first month, as you fell ill the morning after. Two days after getting sick you were transported to a hospital with an acute case of pneumonia. During the first two weeks you had several feverish dreams harking back to the camping trip where you won the love of Becky, to your double-dealings with Molly, which resulted in a fabulous threesome with both girls, but in the end, looked liked it killed your relationship with Becky. The hard look in her eyes was like a knife in your gut...

The first month at the hospital is a blur, except for doctors looking very serious, as your body does not respond well to antibiotics. You do wonder why you can’t recall any of your friends, besides your mother, visiting. Although you have a vague memory of Becky coming round, you write that one off as a fever-dream. You sigh and try to feel the relief of finally leaving the hospital, but the regret of loosing Becky just hurts too much. You’ve found out the hard way: you only miss it once it’s gone. At the end of your hospital visit, your dad picked you up as he thought you needed to recuperate at some health spa. With the average age of the spa visitors above 60 though, you were bored out of your skull. Always having been considered simpleton, your dad left you with hardly any money at all. Finally, you reached your mother who, surprisingly, understood you wanted to get home.

On the road home you once again loose yourself in thought, and miss all the things your mother is talking about. At one time you jerk up as you hear something about Becky, but she just rattles on and on so you can’t get a word in to ask what she was talking about. You think it’s a little odd that she even knows Becky, as she is never home and probably will be gone again as soon as possible. Once home you go straight up to your room and drop exhausted onto your bed. You may be cured from the pneumonia, but energy is something you lack big time. As you lie on your bed, you look through your room and can’t help but think something’s different. After you gathered up some strength you start looking around and notice all your porn material is gone. Not just the DVD’s and magazines, but also all the explicit material you had on your computer: movies, pics, games and site-rips. What’s more, even your accounts for subscription sites are gone! You check your mail and find a reply of the credit card company regretting you’ve ended their service. Quite annoyed, you re-read the e-mail as you had such a hard time acquiring the card at your age. The list of suspects narrows as only a small group of friends know you well enough to find out all your passes: Mike, Melissa and... Becky.

You sit back and start browsing through all of the e-mails telling of the cancellation of this site or another. You’re especially saddened when you read the cancellation of alisonangel.com. She was and still is one of your favorite actresses. You lean back and sigh, could your life be any worse? Just as you want to turn of your computer, a new mail arrives: An Invitation to Yourmisstress.com. Curious, you open the mail and read:

Dear Sir,

Recently, your activities have been noted by us, and we believe you are the perfect candidate for membership of our site. This site is an interactive site and to gain permanent access you will need to prove yourself and follow our instructions to the letter. If you do, you will receive a lifelong membership. Every time you wish to visit our site, you will need to turn on your webcam so we will see your actions and give you directions. Just click the supplied link and enjoy yourmisstress.com!

Regards, the adminteam

What the hey? Of course you are interested! You grab your webcam, turn it on and click on the link. Several messages appear to tell you a program will be installed to create a direct link to your webcam, but you don’t mind. Finally, you reach the site and a welcome message starts to play. A 3D rendered figure in black leather starts talking in a deep sultry voice: "Welcome. You are one of our hopefully lucky future members. For now, the entire site will not be available for you, only the parts we select to help ease you into a whole new world of sexual perversions. You may think nothing would surprise you anymore. This site will hold several, trust us, however, we will start with a movie which will seem very familiar. Whip on the bitch below to run the movie.

Slightly confused, you see your mouse icon is presented by a horsewhip and move it. A picture of a brunette bound to an Andreas cross appears. You move your mouse once more but notice it’s not a picture, but a short movie. The brunette’s back seems to shiver in anticipation and you see tiny sweat droplets appear. You click on the girls ass, resulting in a muffled scream and a red line appears on her left ass cheek. It may be a small pic, but you find it extremely arousing. “You like that, don’t you?” you suddenly hear through the speakers, “Don’t worry, you can do that a lot more often. If you do as we say...”

You grin and shrug. Why should you not do as you are told? So far, you are having fun! The screen flickers and to your surprise you see a very familiar garden: it’s the garden of your teacher, Miss Holloway! The person filming clearly sits on the same vantage point you had that fateful afternoon. You lean forward and see Miss Holloway laying on her lawn, rubbing her pussy. Suddenly, a dog walks into the frame, but not the mutt you saw her with that day... He starts lapping away between Miss Holloway’s legs and the moaning drifts into your bedroom. To your surprise, you hear a voiceover. It’s Miss Holloway!

“Hi, I am Ruth. Yes, that’s me getting licked by a dog. It’s something I never thought I’d do, but it just sort of happened about two years ago. It was on a day like this. I was tanning in the garden and listening to my favorite artist, Enrique Iglesias. I don’t know what it is, but he just does it for me. Sue me... I started daydreaming of him and me and before I knew it, I was soaking wet. In a frenzy, I pushed down my panties and thrust three fingers inside my pussy pushing myself further and further towards an orgasm. A tug on my leg interrupted my journey to heaven. I opened my eyes and saw a dog, a labrador if I’m not mistaken, with part of my panties in it’s mouth. A little tug of war followed, although I was terrified. For several minutes I held on for dear life but realized the panties were ruined anyway so I let go. The dog took two steps back and started sniffing the panties. I was curious. What the hell was he doing?”

In the meantime, Miss Hollo... uhm, Ruth was moaning like there was no tomorrow. You open your pants and fish your cock out. Immediately, the movie stops. “Ah ah ah! You are not allowed to touch yourself until we say so. Which reminds me, go down to the kitchen and find some sort of tupperware. When you’ve deserved the privilege to come, we want you to collect your cum and store it. When you’re back, we will resume this session, as long as you behave!”

You run out of your room, instantly tripping over to your loose pants. You curse, kick off your pants and rush downstairs into the kitchen. Rumbling through the cupboards you find a collection of tupperware you never knew your parents had. You just pick something and rush back to your room. “Are you sure this one has a fitting lid?”

Damn! In a record time you once more dash to the kitchen and back again. “Thinking with the wrong part of your body? You really should do something about that! But you’re being a good boy, so on with the show!” Immediately the room fills with Ruth’s moaning and she continues her story.

“After a while, the dog started licking my panties and I wondered why. A naughty thought occurred to me. I pushed my fingers once more into my pussy, coating them with my juice. I held them in front of the dog and immediately he started licking my fingers. My heart was racing, would I dare?? I couldn’t... I tried to collect my thoughts, but I found myself panting as hard as the lab and was once more thrusting a couple of fingers into my overly moist cunt. Perverse images flashed through my mind until I couldn’t resist no longer. I grabbed his collar and pulled him between my legs. Oh, I couldn’t believe the bliss! It just took a couple of minutes before I came, repeatedly!” At that point Ruth let out a cry and it was clear she was cumming just like in her story. With a raging hard-on you watch her writhe, holding on to the lawn chair, it almost collapsing under her.

The movie ends and you can’t help but regret that you won’t see more, like you did that memorable day way back. Although the movie has stopped, Ruth’s voice continues: “Afterwards, the labrador left the garden through a small hole beneath the hedge surrounding my garden. I still was coming down from an incredible high, but feelings of shame and guilt started to creep in. Each day I woke up determined to close the hedge, but every evening I went to bed with a wet pussy, driving my fingers in like crazy, and thinking back to my deadly sin, but never reaching the same high. I bought toys. I even went to a prostitute having her eat me out, but it just didn’t compare. I started to long for the lab to come back and started sunbathing naked each and every day. However, he didn’t return... Frustrated, I started walking the neighborhood, searching but never finding. Oh, I did see several other dogs and as it turned out there was some kind of doggy playing field behind the bushes my house was looking out on. In desperation I just took a lot of old panties with me, wearing each for a couple of days making sure they got a good portion of pussy juice. At one point, I even tried leaving a vibrating egg in all day, even during class. I can’t help but wonder if anyone noticed, though there was one student who was clearly distracted...”

Several pictures had popped up, Ruth fingerfucking her pussy, pushing a massive vibrator in her pussy and one seemingly innocent picture. If not for the fact she was completely nude and having a white rope dangling between her legs. Very probably not a tampon judging by the look on her face. Ruth continues and it occurs to you the moans you had heard were not just of the movie you saw.

“I left several panties in the bushes and just hoped for the best. Someone probably likes me because it worked. Very good even! A month later there had been 4 different dogs in my garden but it wasn't enough. I just couldn’t help myself. As of today, there have been 17, most of them becoming regulars, and it didn’t stop with just licking...”

The moaning has changed into grunts and the last sentences came out with a low, throaty voice:” In fact... urrrmmm... riiiigght nowww... a brown... aaaccchhh... mastiff... is pouuuuunnnnnding... away... in my cúúúúúúúnt!!!!” Her last word was screamed into your room and you see a picture of an enormous stretched pussy. It’s not clear what is inside, but you can draw your own conclusions...

The picture distorts and some kind of flash animation morphs it into the leather-clad mistress. She tells you have an important mission. "You will play a game called the 'Glory Hole Challenge' which will decide how long the movie will be the next time you log on. The directions are simple. You need to instruct a slave to suck and rub 15 cocks till orgasm in less than 15 minutes. However, she has to swallow each load. Each time she fails swallow the load, it will cost you 5 minutes. Every minute above the time limit will cost you a minute. If you think the girl isn’t doing her best, you can whip her, just click with your mouse on her tits or ass. To give instructions, click on the icons rub cock with left hand and/or right hand. With the left/right arrow keys you can move her to another cock, and the up will push her mouth over a cock. You will need to use the down key before you move her. Whenever one is close to cumming, a red signal will be given. Oh, as for a reason behind this game, the slave is a couple of months pregnant and really needs all the protein she can get!"

The screen changes again and you see a woman completely dressed in black leather. Even her head is covered but for holes for her eyes, nostrils and mouth. She’s mounted in a strange contraption, forcing her hands in the same hight as her mouth. Something is forcing her mouth wide open and you see a little drool on her chin. For a moment you wonder at how realistic it all looks and admire the tight body with the slight belly curve as a counter starts: 3..2..1...go! You see 15 cocks being pushed though holes in the wall and you start hitting the keys. With force a cock is pushed into her mouth and you click the handjob keys. Not much happens and you remember the incentive you could give. You click several times on the ass. Whipping sounds and muffled screams reach your ears along with spoken instructions: “Suck that cock, slut! Start rubbing these cocks, make your whoring hands useful!” You can’t help but getting even more aroused and click a couple of times more, now on the breasts to see what will happen. A deafening shriek follows and the voice yells out more insults and instructions: “Use your tongue, bitch! You’re just a lowlife cumsucking whore who should be glad she’d be given a cock!”

As the game goes on, you’re amazed by the number of different vicious remarks that drift into your bedroom, the moans and slurping sounds being incredibly realistic. You try, and fail, to notice any repeats. Within 4 minutes you have already successfully unloaded 5 cocks into the woman’s mouth. You’re getting good, making her use her hands to get two cocks close to orgasm, release and change, one by one to sucking these cocks. None of the cocks release at the wrong time and at 9 minutes, you only need one more. One, but a very large one.

You push the figure towards the cock and slowly the cock disappears into her mouth. Once more the voice returns: “Very good, tramp! You’re almost done. Remember how we practiced on those huge dildo’s? Don’t gag or spit it out, or you will feel the whip again! Now suck that cock!” A notification appears, asking if you want a new incentive for the woman. What a question! You click yes and a butterfly vibrator appears. Another notification asks if you want to use this. Once more you click yes. Instructions tell you if you click on the vibrator icon it will start working and an indicator will tell you how close to orgasm the woman will be. Getting her too stimulated will probably slow down on her cocksucking, so you should dose it. Doubleclick and it will stop.

Curious, you click it and you see a shiver going through the figure. The voice tells: “Listen up trollop! If you get this dick to orgasm, I might let you climax too! And I know you need it!” You see the indicator rising, but also see her head slowing down. It becomes a bit of a cat and mouse game and as you look intently you wonder once more on the realism. It looks like she is foaming around the mouth and she frantically breathing through her nose to catch her breath. Finally, you hear her grunt and see her swallow. YES! You made it with seconds to spare! The screen fades to black and “Congratulations! You won!” in big white letters appears. A hoarse cry follows “NNoooo, woo ched I cood coommmmm!!!”

You lean back and look at your painfully throbbing dick. “You wanna cum, don’t you? Well, you were an obedient boy so you may start rubbing! Just remember to shoot it into the Tupperware cup.” Just a couple of jerks are necessary and you drop an impressive load into the cup. Exhausted, you lean back and read the message on the screen: We know we can’t force you not to masturbate or fuck until we meet again, but be warned. We want to see a healthy load next time you visit. If not, it will be the end of your trial. Have a good night and we’ll see you tomorrow with more new and exciting material. Same time, same site!”

You grin and decide it might be worth it. You try to enter different parts of the site, but only the merchandise section is available for you. You see a couple of movies you suspect starring Ruth Holloway, but also some with a typical BDSM cover with titles like “Taming of the slut”. You once more regret your credit card had been cancelled... Every other link leads you back to the entrance page, telling you to pay 15 Euro’s for a month subscription. Below you see the site has some 12.000 members. Wow... if you could make such a site... A new mail arrives telling you have earned several pics of the movie and the game. You go through them and get aroused once more, especially after looking at a picture of your teacher lying stretched out with glassy eyes and the dog’s tongue clearly inside her pussy. You decide another round isn’t worth the risk, go to bed and fall asleep almost immediately.