Graduation Party

They took some pictures, or maybe just pointed flat cardboard at me, but I figured they were taking pictures, as I received my digital diploma from Superintendant Michaels and Principal MacMillan. I then sat back as I ordered MacMillan to fuck Michaels. I watched the crowd and snickered as I saw kindly old Mrs. MacMillan enjoying the site in the crowd. One of the 740 John Does was soon dispatched to fuck her. No, three of them were. As I sat with my diploma in hand, wearing only a mortarboard, I had my niece/daughter Beth slowly and deliberately fuck me, facing the crowd, as I enjoyed her tight, but not quite virgin, pussy.

I ordered the entire crowd of some 346 of-age men and women to strip naked, and watched as they fucked themselves, picking odd partners for my amusement. There was a nun being fucked by a black man. A cheerleader being reamed by the gym teacher. Old Nurse Thompson using a dildo on Dr. Moray. I exploded into Beth after some work, creating a great-niece/granddaughter, and tapped her to leave, ordering her to remove the pimple-faced nerd from my mother's loins and suck her cunt instead.

I then walked up to the nun, so identified by still wearing her habit even if everything else has been stripped away, and began talking to her, as she struggled to keep up while a black stranger was taking away her virtue. "I didn't know religion was still a thing," I asked. "Where's your convent?"

She bounced back and forth, as the man did not let up in his palpitations. "It's... ugh... just off the coast... Oh, Lord... in the sunken city... Fuck!" She screamed out obscenities as I groped her breasts. Cindy somehow snuck up to give me a blowjob, but I shooed her away. I was fucking just a tad too much. I grabbed the nun as-is, leaving the black man to find someone else of interest, and pulled her out the door.

She was an interesting fuck, albeit a little fat and somewhat stretched from that black man bursting her cherry earlier, but it killed the time on the four-hour drive. "I don't fucking understand?" I said, before the car drifted into the sea. "Car. Stop!" I yelled.

"No can do, boss," it said, in a Cockney accent all of a sudden. "Any sudden deceleration at this point would offset the pressure triggers and the vehicle might implode." Shit.

I noticed all the crazy-looking fish attracted to the bright headlights as we coasted along the bottom of the ocean. The nun (Sister Kathleen) seemed happy, albeit bored as I enjoyed the neat aquatic life from a first-person POV. While the swimming fish easily avoided the moving car, I felt bad for the flounder and coral and other immobile fish on the ocean floor. But then I noticed we were driving on a paved road. A paved road in the Pacific Ocean.

"What the fuck?" I muttered out loud, as we drove over a large hill. A city stood out in the distance, with other cars being admitted via a large gate. We drove over a bridge, an undersea bridge over a large trench, before approaching the domed city. I was in wonder, even as I saw the city was much smaller up close. Only a few buildings and houses.

We drove through into a lock in the Sunken City, which was drained away, and repressurized, before driving into the main dome proper. A priest, notable by his collar, greeted us at the entry way, smiling proudly when he saw Sister Kathleen's naked form inside the car.

We exited and I walked around, feeling no different several miles out into the Pacific than I did on solid land. "Wow." I said, not thinking this level of technological achievement was even possible, even after all I'd seen. "Hello John," came a familiar voice, dressed in full habit. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was.