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The Prom Queen

By: ainu



In an earlier story, "Good Sex Goes Bad Then Great", a male teacher divorces his cheating wife and takes a room in a private home and ends up having sex with the woman that owns the house as well as her two daughters. This story is an overlapping one told from the viewpoint of the younger of the two daughters.                           

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I'm nineteen now, about to graduate high school, but most of my life I was a skinny tom boy devoting almost all my time and energy to sports. I'm still active in sports, probably always will be, but sex has taken over as my main focus of the moment. I've never been sorry I like sports. I'll be going to college on a full-ride scholarship for soccer. I was on the state under-17 girls soccer team, sort of pissed at the time that I didn't make the national team. And I've run track since I was in middle school. I have an unusually beautiful mother and older sister so there was a time when I wondered if I would ever get a female figure and be like other girls. I finally did get breasts and hips, did finally discover why other girls were so guy crazy. Now I am, too, I guess.

I mentioned my mother. She's perfect as far as I'm concerned. I'd love to be just like her. Oh, I argue with her and don't always like what she wants me to do but know she's right. My father died when I was three and my sister, almost four years older, was almost seven. My Mom's raised us on her own ever since. She works full time in a decent job in a government office down town. And for money, she's rented out a room in our house for years. In fact, that rented room is sort of important in my story.

As I said, my Mom's beautiful. Slim, dark hair and a contrasting pale complexion. Everything she wears looks good on her. An old guy at a party one time said my Mom looked like Delores Del Rio, another said Rita Hayworth. I don't know about either of those women from long ago but guys always pay attention to her. My sister, Racquel, is almost 23 now and is like my Mom in looks except a little more so. Bigger breasts, more curves all over. She was Prom Queen in school. Well, this year, so am I, so I guess I inherited some of the same genes. 

Anyway, when I was around 14 or so and Racquel was 18 and Prom Queen, she told me about having sex with her boy friend. We share a bedroom. Still do. She seemed to think that having sex with a guy was the greatest thing in the world. I thought it all sounded pretty icky. Over the next few years, I heard over and over about her sexual experiences and how great it was. She was on the pill and had been all along. She suggested to Mom that I should be, too. Eventually, my Mom talked to me about it, letting me know that she wasn't suggesting this because she wanted me to become sexually active, that I shouldn't, but I was an age when it seemed intelligent to be ready. So, I ended up on the pill, too. I'll admit it did make having periods a little easier, more consistent.

Our bedroom and the rented room shared a bath. There were doors from each room into the bath. The person renting the room was always male. They tended to stay several months or so, working on some particular job or something before moving on. At this time, the renter was a guy named Charlie. He was o.k. We all usually had breakfast together so we got to know him. He wasn't real old, probably 30 or 35. In good shape, he worked outdoors at something.

Anyway, Racquel came into our room from the bathroom, after I was in bed, all excited and sort of blushing or something. I could hardly believe what she told me. For some reason she wanted to ask Charlie something, so she opened the door from the bathroom into his room and stepped into his room. He was laying on the bed completely naked, playing with his erect cock. She claims she was so surprised she just stood there and stared. He smiled at her and asked her to come on in. She just stood there. So he asked her if she had ever seen one of these before, meaning his cock and did she like the looks of his. Even though she was far from being a virgin by then, she said she didn't know exactly what to do but really sort of liked seeing him and seeing his cock. She said it really was good looking. Anyway, it took a little while but she ended up naked, too. He told her how beautiful she was and had oral sex with her. I wasn't sure what she was talking about so she said he used his tongue and mouth and fingers on her pussy until she had an orgasm. Then he fucked her. 

This was all very wild to me. Hard to believe that my sister just minutes ago had sex with Charlie. The other thing was, I loved hearing about it. My pussy got all wet and felt funny just thinking about it. I was sixteen or so and had, by then, started thinking about sex more and deciding maybe it wasn't so icky. I had played with myself often, had orgasms. Over the next couple years, my sister had sex a lot with whoever was renting the room, first Charlie and then a couple other guys. Because I asked how it felt, she ended up letting me use a big fake man's penis that she had. I was eighteen and figured I wanted to find out, so when I was alone, I tried it a couple times. Weird. And not easy to do. I never got it in very far. It didn't seem to fit, was uncomfortable. I mentioned that to Racquel and she said I just had to push it in a lot harder, I was running into something that virgins had and I had to break through it.

Well, once when I was alone and knew she wouldn't be home for awhile, I finally shoved that thing all the way up into me. It hurt. A lot. But it fit. It went in. Then I started feeling good about it, got sort of worked up some. After a while, I could cause orgasms with it.

Then Racquel told me something else. I was going on about Mom and probably over did it, so to get even or else just because she couldn't keep quiet, Racquel told me that Mom had sex with all the renters, Always had. Having sex with her was part of the rent they paid. I wouldn't believe her. Not my Mom. So Racquel asked me where I thought Mom was Thursday night every week that she always spent out. Usually all night. She was having sex with someone. My Dad was dead and she still had feelings and needs so she did what she wanted. 

I still didn't believe her. As I thought about it, though, it did make some sense. I mean, she's beautiful. I'm even learning how good sex can be, mostly from my sister but partly from my rubber friend. So I asked my Mom about marriage and why she never got married again. She told me she had loved my father and no one else could take his place. She said that men were great to have when you needed them but actually living with them full time was difficult unless you loved them so much you could put up with them. There was one guy she'd think about but he was already married.

Anyway, I talked with Racquel about this and we decided that man must be Mr. Gonsalves. For an older guy he was pretty much a hunk. And at parties, he and Mom would often spend time together. His son, Efrain, is in my class at school. He's a hunk, too. Plus, Mrs. Gonsalves had for years had some degenerative disease that put her in a wheelchair. Maybe she couldn't have sex with him.

By now, I was eighteen and out of my junior year, ready to start my senior year. The current renter, Max, was a lot like Charlie, not too old and in very good physical shape. Racquel told me how good he was. She had better orgasms with him than with Brian, her boy friend at college. When I knew she was with him, I'd go in the bathroom and crack the door open a little and watch. I've never seen a porno movie but I'm sure they couldn't have much more than what I saw Racquel and Max doing. She even had his cock in her mouth, sucking on it. I knew what fucking was, just from what people said, but I was surprised the way she would suck his cock and he would lick her pussy. Sometimes for a long time. I would really get all wet down there and come close to having an orgasm just watching them.

Then Racquel told me she knew I was watching them, And that was o.k, she didn't mind at all. But why didn't I just come in and watch up close. Or, why didn't I have sex with Max, too. He was awfully good at it and I would love it. So, two nights later, when I was watching, Racquel was sitting on him sort of bouncing up and down, and she turned and said, "C'mon in Tonya." And I did. I didn't know what to do exactly. She kept bouncing on him and I moved around the bed until I could see what she was doing exactly. I realized then that she was fucking him. His cock was in her. I could see most of it showing up as she moved up, then it disappeared into her as she dropped. As much as I had thought about sex and talked about it, this was the first time I could truly see, up real close, a cock going into a vagina. My sisters.

"Hi, Tonya," Max said, smiling at me as he lay on his back and watched my sister moving on him. 

"Take off your clothes," Racquel said.

"Yeah, we're both naked so you should be, too," Max added, looking at me.

I was over eighteen, I had been hearing how great sex was for years. I was now watching two people fuck. I was getting wet down there, I could feel it. I was actually getting twinges down there, like I'd never had before. All I had on was a shorty nightgown and a pair of panties. So I lifted the nightgown up and over my head.

"You have a beautiful body, Tonya," he said.

"Panties, too," Racquel added with a big grin. I think she was daring me. So I pushed the panties down, bending over to step out of them. They were very wet. I could smell myself.

"I can smell you from here," Max said, "I bet you taste delicious. Climb up on the bed, on your knees." I did. I got onto the bed, up on the pillows near his head where I could watch his cock disappearing into Racquel.

"Put one knee on the other side of me," He said. I did. "Now scoot forward a little,"

I was right above him. He used both hands to touch me and spread my pussy lips open. I could feel what he was doing. He lifted his head, I guess, because then I felt something. I didn't know for sure but I really did, it was his tongue coming into me.

"You're so good," he said. "Lower yourself just a little to make it easier for me." I did. I could feel his tongue moving inside me, licking. I could hear noises, wet noises. I looked at Racquel. She was facing me, just a foot or so away, grinning really big. She wasn't bouncing now but sort of moving her hips back and forth on him, much slower than she had been.

"You're gonna love this, Tonya. Max is really good," she said sort of softly, looking down where his mouth must be at me.

I'd never felt anything like this. I can't describe it because it's all just feelings. Like my insides responding or something. It just kept getting better and better. Then I could feel his tongue on my little button. It was so good it almost hurt. I couldn't control anything. It was probably less than a minute and I went into the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. I must have just collapsed down on his face. I know I was putting out all sorts of fluid. And all through my body, my brain, everything was just amazing.

Then I could feel his hands pushing on my thighs. I lifted up just a little. "How did you like that?" he asked. "You tasted as sexy as possible. I hope we do that a lot."

I'm just squatting there, my pussy just inches above his face. I'd never felt like this. "It was just amazing," I said. The first I'd said since I came in the room. Then Racquel started making funny noises and I could see her stiffening. I backed away, still on my knees. For all I knew she needed help. I looked to where her pussy lips were sitting on him and I could see moisture, liquid actually running.

She looked down at Max. "Fuck, Max, that was terrific." She lifted her bottom up and his cock started to show. Very red, looking like it was sore or something. And very big. Finally she was completely off him and moved to the side. I realized that she'd just had an orgasm.

"I'm still hard," Max said. "Would you like to try it, Tonya?"

"Go ahead, Tonya. You're really ready," Racquel said. 

I just stared at his cock. So red. So big. My bottom was still pulsing from my orgasm. It was like I couldn't control myself. I crawled around him on my knees and got over him, just like Racquel had been. I reached under me and got hold of him. The very first time I ever touched a cock, I aimed it into me as I lowered myself. I could feel it spreading me. It was a lot like shoving the rubber one in but different somehow. But not difficult at all.

"You're really tight," Max said. I never even looked at him. It was like I was looking inside myself as I took more and more of him into me. I could feel him inside me, Every little bit of him I could feel. I could feel him moving further and further into me, pushing his way. Then I was sitting on him.

"Just move your hips," Racquel said.

I sort of squirmed around a little. I could feel him moving inside me. I had seen her do it, so I leaned forward a little and sort of slid forward some. I could feel his cock moving backwards in me, towards leaving me. I slid back again and his cock filled me up again.

"Lean forward more," he told me and I did. "Down onto me," he added. I got my breasts down onto him. He put his arms up around me. "I'm going to roll over so I can give you a really good fucking," he said. And then he did. Somehow we stayed together, his cock still in me. It actually felt good. Then he's up over me, my legs on either side of him. He grabs my knees and lifts them up towards my shoulders and then he started really shoving into me. Out and then in, over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder. It should hurt, he's banging into me so hard but it's unbelievable. It's just so great!

"Shh," Racquel says, "Mom will hear."

I didn't even realize I was making noises but I was. I could even hear myself. I brought my arm up so my mouth was against it, muffling my yells. In no time, I was into another orgasm. I thought my head would split or something. It almost hurt it was so good. I could feel my whole body sort of jumping. I was putting out juice down there, could feel it running onto my butt. And he kept pounding into me and everything got even stronger. I could hardly stand it. Then he pushed as hard as he could and just stayed there and I could feel his cock sort of jerking inside me and warm fluid was filling me. It took a moment to realize, he was cumming. Inside me. 

He stayed there, above me. "How was that?" he asked with a smile.

"We have to do that again," I answered. Then added, "A lot." He just grinned. 

And we did. Sometimes both of us, Racquel and me, would be there at the same time, sometimes just me. I guess, other times, maybe just Racquel. It wasn't every day but it was a lot of days. I even got around to sucking him and discovered that I liked it. Sexy some how. He told me I was a natural, very good at it. One night he wasn't in his room until late. When I heard him come in, I went in and he told me he'd try but he'd just finished with Lupe, that's my Mom, and was pretty used up. It all seemed so weird, trying to fuck the same guy my Mom had just fucked, so I told him we could do it later and went back to my room for the night.

I thought about sex more now than before I had actually experienced it. Even at school. I hadn't dated a lot but I had some. Now, I looked at each guy, wondering if he would be good for sex or not. When Brad Dickson asked me out, I said yes because he was a fairly big, strong, star football player and I figured he'd be a good strong sex guy, too. I also thought about it and figured that I should make sure the guy would have oral sex with me before I get too involved. I had decided that oral sex, both ways, was terrific as part of the whole sex thing and since some guys wouldn't do it, I might as well eliminate them. 

So, after a movie, Brad parks his car and we start making out, kissing and feeling around a little. I act sort of innocent and told him I wasn't sure about how far we could go but if he wanted to taste me, to lick me down there, that he could. He told me that all he wanted to do was fuck me, he wouldn't get his mouth to any girls pussy. Well, I let him know that he wasn't going to fuck me. And he had me get out, told me to just walk home. Well, it was only about six blocks, so I did.

Apparently, he told some guys about it. When I heard that he had, I told my friends at school that he wanted to fuck me and when I said no, he made me walk home. I think my story sounded a lot better than his and I think it's what most people believed. So, I'm headed to the cafeteria to lunch and this guy came up to me and said, "I will."

I looked at him, not sure what he had just said. I knew who he was but I don't think I'd ever talked to him before. "You're Chad, aren't you? You wrestle."

"Yeah," he said, smiling at me.

I looked at him. Actually he looked pretty good. Great body. A little taller than me, not bad looking. "What was it you just said?" I asked.

He said, "I said that I will."

"What does that mean?"

"Well Brad had this story that you wanted him to lick your pussy and he wouldn't. So I'm just telling you that I will. I think you're by far the hottest girl in school and I'd do anything you want to be with you."

"You're saying you'll have oral sex with me, right?"

"Yes. I really want to."

I just looked at him a moment. "We really would need to be alone somewhere that we wouldn't be bothered for a while because we should both be naked, I think. I'm going to join some girls for lunch. After lunch, tell me how we can do that and I will. Whenever you want. I'd like to try it." I could see, he had a hard on. His pants were really stretched. Then I turned and walked into the cafeteria.

After lunch, he was waiting for me in the hall. "Hi, Chad," I said and stopped.

"My house. After school," he said. "My parents won't be home until at least 5:30 so we'll have two hours or more."

"I have to see my English teacher first," I said. "About fifteen minutes after last class, I'll meet you out front. And don't you dare tell anyone, ever."

Chad was waiting when I came out of the school. We walked the four or five blocks to his house. Strange, we were heading to have sex and we talked about teachers. Up in his room, I went to him and we held each other close and kissed. I figured I wanted this all to be at least a little romantic. With the roomers there was no romance. Then I started to get my clothes off so he did, too. He really is in great condition. I guess wrestlers have to be.

"You've really got a great body, Chad," I said and moved to him.

"Me?" He replied, "Tonya, you have the greatest body possible. You're perfect."

We got our arms around one another and kissed again. I pushed my tongue at him and he reacted by doing the same. I could feel his cock, very hard now, against me. As we kissed longer and longer, I moved one hand down between us and got my fingers wrapped around his cock. It's about the same length as Max's but it seems a little thicker or something. I pulled my head back a little and looked at him. "I guess I started all this so I better show that I meant it."

I knelt down in front of him and grasped his cock with one hand and put my other beneath his testicles. I kissed his cock. I used my fingers to slide his foreskin back and expose all of his big, almost purple, head. I bent my head and licked along the side of it. "This is so sexy," I told him and then got my lips around the head and started licking and sucking. I almost had to have double joints in my jaw to get my mouth open enough to get him in. I started doing what I'd learned from Max, moving my hand that held him right ahead of my mouth as I took more and more of him in. Then as I slid back, my lips tight around him, my hand moved back, too. So I sort of masturbated him as I sucked him. I have no idea why I like this. Nature must have intended it this way. But I do. It's all so very sexy. It didn't take long and I got a mouthful and had to swallow. Then a half dozen more spurts and he seemed done. I swallowed some more, slid my mouth off him, licked around his head a couple times, then looked up at him. "I really liked that," I said, "It's so sexy. You have a great cock, Chad."


The Prom Queen



I stood up, we held each other and kissed, and I backed up so that I could sit on the bed, which led him to kneel in front of me. I spread my legs wide so he could get a good look at me. I used both hands to spread my pussy lips. "Just lick in there, Chad." He did. I moaned a little, it really felt good. "Yes, just like that," I told him. He kept licking. I used one finger to rub my clit. "Lick up a little now, Chad, where my finger is." He did. It felt perfect. I got hotter and hotter. I know I had to be getting wetter and wetter. "Use your lips to pull on it, suck on it. Slide a couple fingers up into me." He did. Wow, I was feeling wilder and wilder. "Move your fingers in and out." He did. I could feel it rising in me. "I'm cumming," I almost screamed. He just kept working on me and I kept on cumming. 

I hadn't realized that I had both hands on his head, pushing him into me. I let go of him and lay back, exhausted. "That's it, Chad," I said. "You were absolutely terrific. I've never felt like that before." I slid back on the bed. "Come up here." We're both naked and he's next to me. We're holding each other and kissing. I can feel his cock against me. It's totally hard. I sort of rolled onto my back, pulling him up onto me. I spread my legs so he fit in between. "Fuck me, Chad," I said out loud. I never expected to say anything like that. I reached down and held his cock and helped get it aimed into me. He didn't need any more instruction. He pushed and moved into me. I could feel him spreading me, forcing his way through. It was great.

Once we were done, I said what I felt. "We have to do this a lot. Can we come back here tomorrow? Do your parents leave early enough we could do this again tomorrow morning before school?" Well, I came back after school for the rest of the week. Over the weekend I had to settle for Max, although he told Racquel and me that he was going to be leaving and was sorry to go. The next week I started again with Chad. I wondered if we couldn't do something in the morning somehow. Was there a room at school empty, even just for ten minutes or so before school started so we could get a quick fuck in?

Chad said that Mr. Wellin always arrived just barely in time for class. So, we could probably use his classroom. The very next morning I got to school almost a half hour early. Chad was already there. We went through the empty halls to Mr. Wellin's room. Nobody there. I had my panties in my purse. So all I had to do was lift my skirt and I was available. We didn't have much time, so we kissed and he felt my pussy and I got his cock out and moved my hand on it a while. Then I turned and leaned against a desk. He lifted my skirt up onto my back and aimed his cock into me from behind and started pumping into me. It really felt good. But, I had to admit to myself, it isn't the same. No foreplay hardly. No naked bodies. Just show up and fuck like some slut. Then, to make it worse, Chad lasted about two minutes. Just as I was starting to get into it and shove back, he came in me and was done. 

"We better get to class," he said.

"Yeah, we need to," I replied, still leaning on the desk, wishing he could keep on fucking me for another ten minutes. "Go ahead, Chad. I need to clean up a little." He actually did. I think he was sort of scared of doing it here. 

Then I heard a voice behind me. "Didn't get enough, did you Tonya?" And then I heard some steps and then I felt something against my butt. A finger? No, it was a cock. Some guy is there with a cock. I already felt like a slut. And I really did want some more. I reached down through my legs and felt around and found that cock and got it aimed into me. Soon, whoever it was, was pounding into me. Hard, Fast. It was great. I could feel it building up inside me and pretty soon I had an orgasm. I was moaning and gasping and could feel a lot of fluid coming from me and then the cock in me shot off. I could feel the sperm filling me. The cock pulled out. I straightened up and turned. It was Mr. Wellin! The history teacher had just fucked me. What do I do? It's happened. I can't change that. I could feel Chad's and his sperm starting down my leg.

"Do you have any Kleenex or paper towels?"

He went back into his office, where I guess he had been as he watched Chad and me, and came back with a box of Kleenex. I wiped myself, then put one up against me like a Kotex or something, got my panties and stepped into them and pulled them up. He just stood there and watched me.

"We'll have to do this again," he said.

I don't know why I felt like I did. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want to fuck him again. Everything about this had been wrong and I felt bad about myself. A slut. I then used a term I had never used before. "If you want to eat me sometime, I'll let you. But I'm not going to fuck you again."

He grinned. "I'll take you up on that. I bet you taste delicious." I could hear people in the hall. I just turned and left the room. I hated myself. I went into the Girls' room and cleaned up before class.

Anyway, Chad and I had a lot of sex for several months. After school, at his house. Never in the morning again. I never told him about Mr. Wellin. Then we got a new roomer at home. Max had been gone for over a month. Mom told us she'd found a new tenant. I guess he moved in when I wasn't there and I saw him for the first time at breakfast one morning. I recognized him, Mr. Cochran, who taught at my high school. He recognized me. That evening, Racquel was telling me how hot he was and how great it was going to be to have sex with him. He did look good, maybe 25 or so, built well, nice looking. I told her that he taught at my school. She couldn't see how that made any difference. As I thought about it, it probably didn't. So we just had to wait a couple nights until he was in his room and available. Then the time came.

I went into his room. He was sitting on the bed reading a book, with a shirt and pants on but bare feet.

"Hi, Mr. Cochran," I said. 

"Hi Tonya, what's up?" he asked. 

"I'm collecting the rent," I said and pulled my blouse up over my head. 

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"We're going to fuck. Maybe eat each other first, though." I dropped my skirt. 

"We can't do that, Tonya." he put down his book and sat up. "I'm a teacher at your school. You're a beautiful girl with a fantastic body. I suspect every male that sees you has at least momentary thoughts of fucking you. But I can't. I'd be fired. maybe go to jail."

Racquel is listening and comes into the room. She's completely naked. By now, so am I. "Well, I'm not a student," she says, and goes right up to him and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Stand up," she says, like she's giving an order. "Get his belt and pants, Tonya."

Between us we get his clothes off. Racquel grabs his cock, "Very nice," she says. She pushes him backwards onto the bed, climbs up on top of him and sets her bottom on his face while she grabs his cock. He's a pushover, starts licking her right away. We learned later that he was just divorced so he probably was really ready for some sex. She takes his cock into her mouth. In no time, she lifts off and switches position and sits on his cock and starts riding him. "Okay, Tonya," she says. So I climb on him and sit my bottom on his face. He doesn't even complain, just starts working on me with his tongue. I look at Racquel and grin. She's riding his cock, I'm riding his face. Actually, he's very good.

"We collect the rent, too, George, on the nights my mother is out. She doesn't know it, but we do." I had learned his first name and decided I might as well start using it. Once he and Raquel finished and I had an orgasm from his tongue, we cuddled around him and felt him until he got hard again. Then we switched places. I sat on his cock and Racquel on his face. He lasted a long time. I had an orgasm well before he did. From then on, for months, Racquel and I did George as often as we could. A couple times a week, anyway. Usually both of us but sometimes just one or the other.

My relationship with my sister seems odd even to me. I'm not jealous of her at all. I mean, she has bigger boobs and bigger hips and might look sexier to some guys but I really like my figure better. I'm built like my Mom and that's pretty good, I think. Racquel will probably gain weight and sag as she ages. I should be like my Mom and still look good even when I'm old. Having Racquel there is sort of like being safer or something. I would never had sex with Max if she hadn't been there, too. And it's very arousing to watch someone else have sex. So I like to watch her and George. It helps turn me on. But I like it a lot on my own. I wouldn't want her there when I'm with Chad. I also realize that there is woman on woman sex but that's never been part of anything with Racquel and me. Neither of us are interested in that. I know I'm not. And for some reason, we don't compete for George, we just share. It's brought us even closer together, I think. 

I loved all this sex. But at the same time, I knew it was less than it should be. I mean, it's just mechanical sex. Somehow I had to find someone to have both romance and sex with. I even talked to Chad after sex one afternoon and told him that I didn't love him. I never told him that I loved him. And I told him that he didn't love me. He never told me he loved me. We love the sex. We loved using each others' bodies. But we were just fuck buddies. It wasn't leading anywhere. So, if he ever found a girl he really liked, he could dump me and that would be o.k. Same thing, if I ever found a guy then I could dump him. I also made sure to tell him that I wasn't trying to end this. I still wanted to have sex with him. A lot. I just wanted us both to know that's all it was -- sex.

A couple nights later, both Mom and Racquel went out for the evening. So I go into George's room. "I heard about some guy that ate his girl friend for an hour or so," I said. "Could you do that?"

"I sure can try," he told me. He knelt on the floor with my legs on his shoulders as I sat on the bed. He really worked on me. He would get me aroused and then back off, get back down to licking my vagina, then move up to my clit and get me up again, then back off again.

I looked down at him and watched. "You like this, don't you?" I said as he kept licking and sucking on me.

"Yeah," he said, moving his face away for a second and sliding a couple fingers up into me. "I do. And you have a very edible pussy, Tonya. Clean and firm and tasty. I guess the question is, do you like this?"

"Yeah, I do, too," I tell him. I really do. "It's like you're actually doing something to make me feel good instead of just using me."

"Well, I am," he said, just before he got his tongue to my clit and started finger fucking me faster and faster until I hard a really good orgasm. "But now," he said, between sucking up all the juice I could put out, "I want to do something for me." He got between my legs and aimed his cock into me.

Well, that's fine with me. Maybe I can have another orgasm. "Aah, but this is for me, too," I answer, starting to shove my hips back at him as we banged together.

Later, as we felt each other and I worked up another hard on, he said he wanted to offer me advice. He said he knew it wouldn't be acceptable to suggest I stop fucking. He said that I was the best looking girl in the school. In the top one per cent of beautiful girls. I could use that beauty to help have a great life. He said I was starting to get a reputation as a slut. 

I told him that wasn't true. Except for him, I was fucking only one guy. 

He seemed surprised. He said he had heard something different and maybe he should just drop it but I insisted he tell me. So he said that Fred Wellin said that he had fucked me and that I was fucking everyone. So I told him that I had wanted a quickie before school started and my friend really didn't want to but agreed. Since it was empty, we tried Mr. Wellin's room. Doggy style, my guy came so quick that I was frustrated and just still leaning against a desk with my rear end bare. Wellin showed up, I guess he was there all along and watched us, and he stuck it in me. I'll admit that at that moment, Godzilla could probably have done me, I was left so frustrated. But I'm not proud of it and I never want anything to do with Wellin again.

Then we fucked again. Then we took a shower together and I sucked him off while we're still in the tub. So then he ate me long and carefully again. It was the most sex I'd ever had all in one evening. It made me wonder later, in my own bed, what sex would be like with someone I loved because it's awful good with George and Chad. Can it even be better?

The state track finals were about to start. I had made it into them in the 800 and wanted to get in all the practice I could. This particular day, the teachers were all scheduled to go to some sort of conference so school closed early, there were no after school practices for anything. I arranged with my coach to go ahead and spend the afternoon practicing. She told me the regular dressing rooms would be locked up but that she would leave the coaches office unlocked and I could shower there when I was done. I spent almost three hours on the track, sprints and distances. I was surprised to see Efrain Gonsalves also there. I mean, he's a real hunk, without doubt the handsomest guy in my class. Gorgeous body. He's also a decathalon competitor. So he was doing almost everything, field stuff as well as track. We talked briefly to each other when our paths crossed but we were both too involved in making sure we were in perfect shape for the competition than to spend much time socializing, although we'd known each other for years and got along fine. I finished everything I wanted to do and started a couple rather slow cool down trots around the track. Apparently he was done, too, and he joined me. So as we trotted along, we talked -- about school, teachers, some other kids. Then we headed for the athletic building.

"I arranged with Mrs. Garcia to use the coaches shower since everything else is locked up," I mentioned to him.

He looked at me and then said, "I arranged the same thing with Coach Donelli."

I didn't think much of it but just before we got to the building, he broke into a run. I had no idea why and just kept walking. He was already in the coaches office when I got there. "There's only one shower room, so since I got here first, I'll go first," he said.

"Oh, no, it's ladies first. That's the only gentleman thing to do," I replied, fairly light hearted.

"I'm not a gentleman," he answered, "I'm just a sweaty athlete."

"Well so am I," I said, "I need a shower."

"Turn your back or go somewhere else," he said, "I need to get undressed to take my shower."

I just looked at him. He really is a hunk, just gorgeous. Sex with him would be great, I bet. "No, I'm not going anywhere," I said and sat down and started taking off my shoes and socks.

"Well, neither am I," he replied. He just stood there, though, not getting undressed.

"You're chicken," I said and stood up and pulled my light T-shirt over my head. I had a sports bra under it. "I think you're afraid of me. If I'm ready first, I'm getting the shower first."

"Afraid!" he almost yelled and immediately started pulling off his clothes.

We both got completely naked and headed for the shower. He has a gorgeous body and I think his cock was getting slightly up from seeing me naked. He got there a split second before me and stopped. I ran into him. Then I saw the problem. There was only one shower. He turned his head and looked at me. "I guess we have to share," I said, and headed into the small shower room. He hurried ahead and turned on the water, adjusting the knobs until the water was the temperature he wanted. He was under the water. I moved up against him to get some of the water hitting me. Pressed up against him on purpose, teasing. I got a bar of soap from a ledge. "O.k," I said, "I'll do you and you can do me." Immediately, I started rubbing the soap and my hands over his chest. He just stood there. I don't think he knew what to do. I washed one arm and up under it, then the other. I did his chest down to his stomach. I loved the feel of his body. "Turn around," I said. He did. I washed his back, his butt, down one leg and then the other. "Turn around," I said. He did. He had a huge hard on. A really gorgeous cock. I washed one leg and then the other. I was kneeling now and started washing his balls and then his cock, running my hand back and forth on his cock like I was masturbating him. "Back up a little so some water can rinse this off," I said. He did. I let water flow on him and also splashed some up under him to rinse everything. "Now back here again," I said.

He stepped forward and his cock almost hit me in the eye. I took hold of it again and then licked back and forth on it. I got a hand down under his testicles to hold them and got my lips around the head and started licking and sucking. I took more and more of him into my mouth, then slid back again. It didn't take long, a half dozen trips back and forth on him and I got a mouthful. Spurt after spurt. I swallowed and swallowed again. I pulled my head back and looked up, letting the water hit my face, rinsing my mouth. I picked up the bar of soap I had laid on the floor and stood up, pressing against him. I looked up at him and got a hand behind his neck pulling him down toward me and we kissed. Then I slipped the bar of soap into his hand, pulled my head back and said, "Your turn."

He washed me thoroughly, sucking on my breasts as he did my front. Then he had me turn and he did my back as I had him do. Then he turned me again and I ended up facing him, as he washed both my legs, I lifted one, bent it at the knee, and got my foot on his shoulder. My bare pussy was right at his face, partly pulled open a little and completely available. He washed me with his bare hands. "I'm built different than you," I said, "I need to be cleaned inside a little." He grinned up at me and slipped a finger barely into me. "I think a tongue would lick it out better," I said. He looked up at me again, then looked at what was right in front of him, leaned his head forward a little and got his tongue slightly into me. I let my leg slide on his shoulder so that I was standing on one leg and had the thigh of the other on his shoulder, sort of pulling him into me. I balanced myself a little with my hand on his head, which I also used to help push into me.

He must have done this before because he was really good at it. After a while, his tongue was on my clit. Then he was sucking on my clit and had a couple fingers in my vagina. I didn't last much longer than he had before he had a faceful of my juices. When he finally stood up, he held my one leg so that I remained very open to him. "I hope you're hard again," I said. He was. And almost immediately, he was in me. I got my other leg up and had them wrapped around his waist. He took a step and had my back against the wall and started shoving up into me, over and over.

This started as a joke and then got competitive. But now, it was the absolute best fuck I'd ever had. I just wanted to melt into him. I hung on him and held as tight as I could as he kept pounding up into me. I was kissing any part of him I could get my mouth to and I was also almost screaming. I loved it. My mind was almost bursting by the time I had my orgasm. My whole body was involved, I must have felt odd against him as I jerked and bounced. Then he made a guttural kind of light yell and I felt his sperm shooting into me, filling me.

I stayed wrapped around him, kissing his shoulder. I pulled back just a little and looked up and we got our mouths together and kissed. And kissed. I dropped off him eventually and we stood there and pressed against one another and kissed and ran our hands all over each other. Somewhere along the line he turned the shower off.




The Prom Queen



I kept my arms around him and leaned back, pressing my bottom into him even more. "Efrain, I've never felt like this before. I'm not a virgin, I don't want to mislead you. I'm not all that experienced either but this was different than anything I've ever felt before." We kissed again.

"Tonya, this was something different for me, too. By far the best ever. I want to keep on with you."

"Oh, I want you to, definitely,"I replied and then kissed him again.

"Can we start seeing each other?"

"Absolutely." I could feel him. I think he's getting up again. I rubbed my bottom against him. "Maybe starting right now," I added. Then I moved my hand from around his neck, down between us to feel his cock. It was growing. I led the way back into the dressing room. There were only little skinny benches. I got him to sit down, with a leg on each side. I leaned him back and then moved around to straddle him, putting my pussy on his face. I got my hands and mouth to his cock. His really lovely, big cock. 

I only wanted us both to get more aroused but it all felt so good, I stayed at this longer than planned. I wanted him in me so much, though, that I finally pulled myself off him and turned around and climbed on him again, this time taking him up in my vagina. I'm glad he had already cum a couple times because it meant he lasted and lasted. I had an orgasm and then either a second one or else the original one pulsing up again, I'm not sure, before he finally came in me again. Then I quit moving on him and just lay atop him as we kissed and held one another.

We started seeing each other regularly. I told Chad it was over and he didn't seem happy but didn't fight it any, either. I quit going into George's room as often as before but when Racquel wanted me there, too, I went in and did my part. At least for a while. I enjoyed the orgasms. I felt ashamed because I actually liked it even though I felt as if I was cheating on Efrain. Racquel told me that she was always going to fuck different guys even after she ended up married to someone. It was just too good not to. I didn't and still don't understand why I feel like I do about Efrain. Sex with him is different than with anyone else. Much better. Just being with him even when we're not having sex is good. I guess I'm in love. So, I ended up telling both George and Racquel that I was only going to have sex with Efrain and nobody else. Near the end of the school year, we found out that I was elected Prom Queen and he the King. I'll never know if it was because people knew were together or not. But it did mean we could probably spend a whole night together in a hotel room instead of grabbing half-hours wherever we could.

Racquel mentioned that she had never spent the night with a guy, waking up to sex, and she wanted to. I never had either but I knew I was going to after the Prom. So, she decided to spend a night with George. I didn't get involved. I don't know what all happened the night before. But the next morning, from what she told me, she woke up to George licking her to an orgasm. Then he slid up over her and they fucked. Then they took a shower together and that aroused both of them enough that, back in his bed, she climbed onto him and started riding him.

I realized it was late and stuck my head into George's room and saw her bouncing on him. "Racquel, hurry it up, Mom will notice you're both late for breakfast.," I called out loud enough for them to hear me but not Mom.

Then there was a voice from right next to me. "I already noticed." It was Mom. Racquel turned, still sitting on George. Mom said, "Oh, Racquel" in this mournful voice, like she'd just discovered a wound or something. Then, "How long has this been going on?" And before anyone answered, she went on, "Never mind. I have to get to work and you to school. We'll talk when I get home."

That was quite a meeting. At first, Mom told me to buzz off, this was with Racquel. I told her that I'd had sex with George, too, and with others, so I thought it involved me, too. Mom looked frazzled but told me o.k., sit down. She wanted to find out the whole story. It took a while but we were honest. She learned that Racquel had sex first with a guy in high school, then with Charlie, one of our roomers. Then with a couple other guys at school and with all the roomers since Charlie, and now was having sex with Brian and had been for two years. She learned that I started with Max, a roomer, then a guy at school, then with George. I didn't refuse to tell her at first about Efrain but got to it later. Because we also let her know that for years we knew she was having sex with the roomers and that we deduced that Thursday nights when she's out that she's probably having sex with Mr. Gonsalves.

To say she was floored is an understatement. She did all sorts of apologies, saying that it's her fault for wanting sex so darn bad. We, her daughters, were just following her example. Although not a practicing Catholic, her early religious upbringing caused her to get into mea culpas, blaming herself. In bits and pieces we also learned that in high school she had dated Mr. Gonsalves. They didn't have sex, never committed to each other but most likely both sort of thought they'd end up getting married. Then she met our Dad, who went to a different school. Everything changed. She fell madly in love, got pregnant and married him. She loved him, told us how great love is. She's very sorry we're starting out with sex as just something to enjoy and missing how great love is. She wonders if we'll ever be able to fall in love. When Dad died, she had no intent of ever having sex with anyone else. Because she felt we needed the money she rented out a room. It was five years after Dad died and by accident, she and the roomer had a few drinks and ended up having sex. That re-ignited her sex drive and she started going to bed with him regularly. When he moved out, she purposely rented to a woman. But when she left, she rented to a man again, purposely to have sex with him and had done the same ever since. Dozens of guys. 

Then she and Mr. Gonsalves were at a party and one thing led to another and they had sex. His wife has some degenerative disease and is in a wheelchair and can't have sex. Or maybe he could do something with her but she couldn't react so he felt bad forcing himself on her. So, for some years now, she has sex with Mr. Gonsalves once a week. If his wife ever dies, she might even marry him. But she made it plain, she doesn't want his wife, Rose, to die. She knew her in high school, too, and likes her. Having sex on the side bothers her but she likes it a lot more than it bothers her. Which got her into mea culpas again, that she was so bad and led her daughters the wrong way. 

That's when I told her about Efrain and me, Mr. Gonsalves's son, and that we were in love. Oddly, that didn't bother her as much. I think the idea that I was in love was so good it was stronger than my having sex too young and too often.

The Prom was great. Efrain was gorgeous in a standard black tuxedo. I had a fairly plain, floor length, jersey sheath, pink, strapless, that clung to every bit of my body. It had a slit up the side to thigh level so that I could walk and move fairly normal. It was so tight that I purposely wore nothing under it. I didn't want the bra or panties to show. Efrain told me he wanted to fuck me every time he looked at me. Which was fine because I wanted to fuck him every time I looked at him and I told him so. He suggested that we could sneak off for a moment for a quick one and I told him that since I had nothing on under the dress, all of his stuff and mine that kept leaking out would show up on the dress. Whenever we can get away for good, I want to have as much sex as possible but we just have to wait awhile. When the principal introduced us as the King and Queen he said that central casting couldn't have come up with a more attractive pair. I don't know whether he was right or just full of it but I felt beautiful. Just being with such a gorgeous hunk lifted me way up and from what Efrain said, I think he felt the same. So we danced and talked with all our friends and had a fine time. As soon as we thought we could, we cut out. Efrain had a room for the night and that's where we headed.

But we didn't get there. Efrain stopped me in the hall and kissed me. As we kissed, his hands kept lifting my dress until my bare bottom was showing. Then, right there in the hall, he knelt down and started kissing and licking at my pussy. I lifted one leg and put it on his shoulder and he got his tongue into me. He just kept licking and sucking on me, moved his mouth to my clit and got me into orgasm. I'm standing in a hotel corridor, practically sitting on the face of this gorgeous guy that's eating me as I scream. I know I have to be loud but I can't help it. It's all so perfect. He then straightens up and holds me and kisses me and pulls me on to the room he rented. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you a couple hours ago," he said.

I've never had such a great night. I hope I experience something as good some time again but I'm not sure it's possible. Just being at the Prom was terrific, being King and Queen added, but it was the sex that made it so great. We both wanted each other so much. As soon as we got into the room, I started to strip. I took off my jewelry, kicked off my shoes and unzipped on my back side and stepped out of the dress. Naked, I turned to Efrain. His clothes were in a messy pile and he was just getting out of his boxer underwear. As he bent to get them off, I realized that his lovely cock was big and hard. I was still juicy down there from his eating me a couple minutes earlier, in the hall, so as he straightened up, I almost jumped onto him. We're holding each other, kissing. My legs are around his hips, his cock is practically in me. He gets us over to the bed and right away, I'm on my back and he's pushing his cock into me.

We both wanted each other so much that everything was physical. He pumps into me, I push back at him as much as possible, pulling him into me with my legs. It was great but it also was quick. He came way before I was ready. So, for a few minutes, I was crawling all over him, feeling his body, kissing and licking him. I got hold of his sticky cock and moved around until I could get my mouth to it. I had never sucked a cock that had just fucked me before but I wanted him so much that I did then. I loved it. He wasn't completely soft and I learned that I could suck him back hard. And as soon as he was hard enough, I climbed on him and sat on him and took him up into me. I rode him hard and fast. He had both hands on my butt, to help him into a sort of sit-up so he could use his mouth on my breasts. I was obviously very horny and I had an orgasm faster than I expected. So I slowed my movement for a little while and then started faster again. Efrain moved his hand to hold me close and rolled us over. He pulled out momentarily to get into position, then shoved back into me from the back as he leaned over me, fondling my breasts. Fuck! It was all so great!

Later, we showered together, which got us both hot again and we ended up in a sixty-nine. I love his cock. I guess he loves my pussy, too, because we both like doing the other. I don't know what he had in mind but I stayed at it long enough to get a good mouthful of his cum. I love getting it, tasting it, feeling so sexy.

After still another fuck, we were laying next to one another and he said, "You don't have to suck my cock. I mean, if you're just doing it because you're trying to make me happy, I'd love you anyway."

"Efrain," I replied, "I suck your cock because I want to. I love your body, particularly your cock. It's like it's sex personified. I like the feel of it, the tastes of it, the way it reacts as I work on it. The way you react. I love your cum. I love making you cum. So, I'm not doing it just to please you, I'm doing it because I love it." We kissed and felt one another. "But there's more, too. My sister told me about this. The first time you cum, you cum fairly fast. So I like to suck you first. Then, when we get to your actually getting inside me, you last longer and I have an orgasm, too. If you cum too fast, I don't have an orgasm." I kissed him. "But this next, I figured out on my own. If I start off by sucking you, it helps make sure that you'll then lick me, eat me. And I love that, too."

He laughed. "Tonya, I feel the same about you. I just want you so much, any way that I can. I love your body. All of your body. I know why artists paint nudes. Your ass is beautiful, the curve of your back down onto your butt is amazing. Your breasts are perfect, lovely to feel and delicious to taste. I love your pussy. I love to taste it, to drive you nuts, to suck up all your delicious juices. You're the only girl I've ever eaten. I wanted to before but she would never let me. She would fuck all I wanted but never did anything oral or would let me. So when you started sucking my cock in the shower at school I went half nuts. And then when you made it plain that you wanted me to lick you, to suck on you, it was perfect. I want to wake up some morning and have you for breakfast."

I smiled, loving everything he said. "Just remember that in the morning when I wake you up by sitting on your face." We held each other and kissed and kissed some more. 

We hadn't talked much, we were too busy being physical. But I realized that he had said he loved me and I had told him that I loved him. Neither of us had done that before. Later, when we're both laying there naked, our bodies against one another, our hands feeling each other, Efrain came up with something that surprised me. 

"We're both going to State on athletic scholarships," he said to me and I agreed. "The scholarships include room and board. We'll be living at the university." Again, I agreed. "You know, they have married couple housing? If we were married, we could live together there, all on our scholarships."

My whole insides moved. Was he saying what I think he's saying? "You mean lie to the school or really qualify for married housing?"

"Really qualify."

"You're proposing to me?"

"Yes."

"You mean a life time commitment and all that?"

"Yes."

I rolled on top of him and kissed him. We had more sex, the best ever. I did wake him by sitting on his face and it was the best sex ever that next morning. Check out time was 10 am and we barely pulled apart in time.

Well, that's where things stand right now. He and I talked with my mother and then all three of us talked with his father and mother. 

I think it's going to happen.

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