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Prom Night

By: NaughtyNarcisist



Abby smiled as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. About 5'8", auburn hair sweeping her shoulders, she was voluptuous with a small waist and large perky breasts. Her red, form fitting dress was low-cut with a large slit up the right leg, showing off her long legs, tanned from a recent trip to South Beach for her 18th birthday. Mommy and Daddy had sent her there for a weekend of shopping and sunning herself on the sandy shores in preparation of prom. She fleetingly wondered about her boyfriend, Greg's plans for that evening, hoping they wouldn't include a hotel room and a pocketful of condoms. "If he thinks he's getting some just because it's prom night, he has another thing coming." She told herself as she applied lipstick to her full lips. 

Abby had a reputation around North Valley High School. Sure she dated almost continuously all of her high school career, but no one had yet parted her toned thighs to so much as touch her tight little pussy. Abby knew this, and reveled in it. She enjoyed sitting in men's laps while in her cheerleading uniform and "accidentally" rubbing herself against them, feeling their cocks instantly harden against her. Afterwards, she'd leave them to their own devices.

She then heard the familiar sound of Greg's Mustang in her driveway, and looked out her window. Sure enough, there he was, clad in tuxedo, coming up her front walkway. Soon after, she heard her doorbell, yelled for her mother to answer the door, and set herself down on her bed. Sure, she was ready, but what kind of girl didn't make her date wait a minute or two? Her hands wandered to her breasts, and she played with her nipples through the silky material of her dress. They quickly became hard and pert, showing through the dress. Abby smiled, slipped on her shoes, and went downstairs to meet Greg.

"Bye mom, bye daddy!" Abby said quickly after her parents had snapped a few pictures. Her and Greg got into his Mustang, and Greg pulled out of the driveway. 

About ten minutes after they had left her house, Abby noticed that they weren't heading toward the hotel which prom was being held at this year. 

"I think you're going the wrong way, Greg. I don't want to be late." Abby said worried.

"Relax, this is just a short-cut. We'll be there in about five more minutes." Greg smiled at Abby, reassuringly, and put his hand on her knee. Abby swatted his hand away, and gave him a look. Greg sighed, and concentrated on the road. 

A few minutes later, Abby realized they were most definitely not heading toward the hotel. Angrily she turned to Greg and said "Don't play games, Gregory, now we're going to be late. Where are we anyways?" 

"God, just shut up!" Greg yelled, and he reached under the driver's seat, retrieving a cloth, and slammed on the brakes. Abby flew forward, and Greg held the cloth in place over her nose and mouth. A few moments later, Abby stopped struggling against his hand, and limply slouched into her seat.

Abby woke up later, disoriented, and light-headed. She looked around and didn't see much of anything. She was tied to a bed with a double-knotted handkerchief on either hand, and her feet were similarly tied to the foot of the bed. She was spread eagle and was quite aware of it, the only thing she wasn't aware of, was where Greg was. 

Abby tried to call out, but her cried were muffled by the balled up piece of cloth wedged into her mouth. She tried pushing it out with her tongue, but it didn't work. Struggling against her binds, she realized quickly, that she was going nowhere fast.

About a half hour later, Greg walked into the room. He lazily rested his hand on the foot of the bed, and gazed at Abby, amused.

"Having fun?" He asked Abby. She struggled against her restraints, and demanded he let her get off of the bed, but of course, the gag in her mouth muffled her requests for freedom. "Well, Abby, I'm having fun." Greg sat at the foot of the bed and put his calloused hand on her clave. Abby shuddered. He slowly moved his hand up to her thigh, and where the slit stopped, he began to rip her dress. Soon, Abby was covered only by a thin lace bra and matching g-string. Greg seemed to be aroused by her plight, and Abby noticed that the bulge in his pants was growing by the moment. 

Greg's hand pushed underneath Abby's lace bra. He rubbed and twisted her nipple as she whimpered in anticipation of what was to come. Greg's face suddenly turned hard, and he slapped her. "Did you really think you could go around, teasing guys, and never once put out? You're asking for this, you know this is what you've wanted all along." With that, he ripped her bra from her trembling body. 

Greg admired Abby's dark pink nipples. One was erect from his touching and twisting, and the other, he was sure, was erect from the chill in the room. He lowered his head to them, all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers. The fear in her eyes was making him harder, and Abby felt the evidence of that against her thigh. Greg's tongue flickered against her nipple, and he nipped and sucked as she writhed in protest. 

Greg was quickly bored with Abby's nipples. Although she had exquisite breasts, he was still after her soft, pink, virgin pussy. Slowly, he moved down to her stomach, and hovered over her lace g-string. His hot breath made her vagina tingle. Abby felt herself get wet, in spite of herself. Greg looked up and smiled, he knew she wanted it. One of his fingers pushed aside the lace and entered her tight, scalding hot pussy. He inhaled her sweet aroma, and pushed the finger in and out. Soon, two fingers were inside of her. Abby softly moaned. He then flicked his tongue out against her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out. Soon, Abby was sopping wet and bucking her hips in rhythm with his fingers.

Greg suddenly stopped, pulled out his fingers, and sucked her juices off of them. He grinned at Abby, and unzipped the pants of his tuxedo. His cock pushed out of the fly, Abby gasped at its size. 

"Oh god, it's not going to fit." Her mind screamed at her. 

Greg smirked at the terrified look on Abby's face. He got on top of her, one leg on one side, one leg on the other, and with the head of his penis, he rubbed her clit. Greg grew harder as he lubricated his cock with the juices dripping from Abby's virgin hole. He would take great pleasure in popping her ripe cherry, and filling her with his hot cum.

Greg quickly thrust his cock into her tight hole. 

Abby screamed into her gag as she felt him ripping through the barrier of her virginity.

Greg slid his cock in and out of Abby. Had she not been so wet, she would be in a world of hurt. He quickened his pace, and Abby felt herself meeting him thrust for thrust, her vaginal muscles tensing on his rock hard cock. He became vaguely aware that he was going to cum. Greg pushed all the way into Abby, and shot his load into her, then pulled his softening penis from her dripping pussy. His hot cum was spilling from her abused pussy. Greg stuck his fingers into her pussy, getting both their juices on his fingers, and removed the wadded cloth from her mouth. Surprisingly, Abby readily sucked on his fingers, savoring the cum mixture. 

At this, Greg felt himself hardening again, to his amazement, and without warning took hold of Abby's face. He pumped his dick in and out of her mouth, as she tentatively sucked on it. He didn't thrust it all in, or she would have chocked, only about ¾, but still Abby felt herself gagging a bit. Soon, Greg came in her mouth, and Abby tried swallowing it, although some gushed out.

Greg then stumbled off into another room to sleep, but not before replacing the cloth to Abby's mouth.

A few hours later, Greg returned and took off Abby's restraints. She looked at him, smiled and snaked her hand down to her pussy. Abby began to finger herself as Greg watched in amazement... Maybe this would be more fun than he thought. 

Prom Night



***Note, no person depicted is under the age of 18.***

Senior prom has always made high school guys nervous, John was no different. Getting his tuxedo and the flowers, oh yeah don't forget money for dinner and the tickets. What did Michelle have to do? Her hair make-up all pre-primping items nothing that required a lot of prior planning. Oh well gotta let it slide this time.

John picks Michelle up from her dad's house and takes her to dinner at the local mom and pop dinner, their favorite restaurant. What he didn't realize is that he was so nervous for prom that they were actually an hour early compared to what he originally planned for timing. Thank God no reservations were needed at this place. The two enjoy a good ole country meal of steak and potatoes, and then realize they have a ton of extra time after they paid the tab.

John asks Michelle, "Well what now?"

She responds, "With an hour, how about going back over to my house."

"Alright let's go."

Shortly after arriving the two of the are down in her room, by no means the first time they have made love. Both are expecting the most mind blowing love session ever. She went out and bought her first bustier just for tonight. He forgot one thing for the entire night, the condoms.

The two start kissing and holding one another, the room seems to fill with heat and the smell of wet pussy and pure desire. The only words muttered from either one of them were quite cliché, "I love You." His tux jacket is thrown across the floor and the shirt seems to be unbuttoning itself. This is all moving so fast the neither of them could grasp what was going on. Her dress falls to the floor as though it hasn't been supported at all through this much of the night. She begins to undo his pant and he finally opens his eyes and lets out a low moan upon seeing her standing there in lingerie. "My god you look gorgeous." She gives a sexy little smirk and drops to her knees forcefully shoving his 8" erect cock all the way down to the back of her throat. She slowly begins to moan letting the vibrations make him go weak in the knees. She continues this for a few more minutes until he is sure that she is going to have a massive load to deal with in a second. She feels him begin to pulse and does one last thrust, dragging her teeth along the shaft ever so lightly while she is pulling it out. His thick cum fills her mouth once and she swallows allowing room for the rest of it to flow in. After he has finished she stands up to kiss him and fills his mouth with the other half of the juice, this is his first "snowball" she smiles swallows and says, " I swallowed for you now do the same for me." He listens and realized that it wasn't that bad and the two of the felt close once again.

Giving him no time to recuperate, She begins to follow him to the bed. While walking behind him, she firmly grasps his penis in her right hand and begins to simulate his masturbating., as much as he is enjoying himself, John has to tell her to stop. So she lays down on the bed butt naked now. He follows, but carefully falls right between her legs. Michelle smirks again and John starts kissing her thighs. Giggles begin to rise out of her throat. He slowly starts making his way higher with his kisses. Finally he gets to his prize that is now almost dripping because she is so turned on. He begins teasing her clit with gentle licks and nips. She starts squirming and moaning. He thrust his tongue in her tight wet hole and feels a shudder run through her whole body. He backs off, not wanting her to cum yet. She grabs the back of his head and forces him back down. He spells out the letters --I--L--O--V--E--Y--O--U on her clit and she explodes, arching her back and gasping for air.

A few minutes later she regains her composure and John takes her in his arms holding her until they both drift off to sleep. The alarm rudely goes of letting them know that they have 15 minutes left to get ready again and meet every one at the auditorium. Michelle hurriedly throws on her make up again and touches up her hair while John is getting ready again. 

They speed through town and still get there 10 minutes late. The worst part about the entire night was the prom itself. The D.J. decided to play all rock and roll giving none of them a chance to slow dance together. Michelle asked John, "you wanna go back and finish what we started?" This instantly gave John the biggest hard on that he had ever had, by the way tux pants don't hold it back very well either. He didn't care though, he was going to get mind blowing sex within a half hour. 

After getting back to her place they again shed their clothes and began to pick up where they left off. She was still soaked from the earlier action. Michelle lowered herself onto the bed and gave him the come hither finger, he again obeyed. Lowering himself onto her, she refused to give a helping hand, instead she threw him on his back and began to mount him backwards giving him the most beautiful view in the world. The tightest ass in the world was looking right at him and rocking back and forth sending him into sexual frenzy he had never yet experienced. Michelle knew how nuts she was driving him and instead of just rocking she would come up far enough to show him his cock sliding all the way inside of her. He knew it wouldn't be long before he lost it again, but he wasn't ready yet. John grabbed her by the hips and picked her straight up off his throbbing cock. She was placed on all fours and he slid himself inside her ass, slowly sliding in and out, never before had she let him do this. She was moaning uncontrollably, enjoying herself so much that she ended up pushing back more, pulling him in twice as far as he had been. Just before he came, he pulled it out and Michelle rolled over and jerked him off onto her breast. 

The two of them then took their first shower with one another, came back to cuddle and slept all night with Michelle on top of John.



Prom Night



Silent gasps escaped from Megan's throat as her boyfriend thrust into her. His grunts were muffled by her soft neck and delicate shoulder. Sweat covered their naked bodies. Long blond hair covered the pillow beneath Megan's head. She whimpered and moaned as Brian's penis moved within her. He hadn't looked that big to her, but he felt enormous inside her virginal cleft. There had been pain, but it was leaving now. Building pleasure replaced it.

The prom dress Megan had saved for since her eighteenth birthday lay in a heap on the stained chair in the corner. Clouds of orange stuffing vomited from holes torn in the brown, orange, and yellow upholstery. The pieces of Brian's tuxedo lay strewn on top of her dress, like a dismembered corpse trying to mimick the actions on the bed.

In even worse shape than the twenty year-old chair, the bed screamed and groaned under the shifting weight of the young couple. It thumped against the wall but there was no one in the next room to hear it. The motel manager was the only other human within miles and he was shut safely in the office, six doors down, obliviously partaking in his own frantic lovemaking. His pumping right hand and the May 1986 issue of Penthouse couldn't hear the banging of the bed either.

Brian rose up onto his hands as he continued to thrust. Megan felt suddenly and intensely exposed. Her small breasts bounced with the meager force of his hips. The bed thumped, thumped, thumped against the wall, ticking away the moments of her first sexual experience. Moments she would never get back.

His face twisted into an ugly grimace and Megan suddenly became aware of the smell in the room before a strangled grunt burst from Brian's throat. She could feel with surprising clarity his penis begin to convulse inside her, spilling his seed into her fertile womb. Rotten meat. That's what the smell was.

Megan lay motionless on the bed while her prom date ejaculated into her vagina. His face kept getting more and more ugly as he climaxed.

Finally, his body began to relax. He slipped out of her, breathing heavily, and fished a beer out of the cooler he'd left at the foot of the bed. He stood naked, drinking. His penis was soft now and wet with his own sperm. It shone with the flashing red light of the motel sign outside their window. Megan began to cry.

She didn't want it to happen this way. She lay on her back, legs still spread as the trickle of semen from her dirty-whore hole began to turn pink. 

After countless, anonymous minutes, the tears began to subside as the tingling in the back of her mind grew stronger. Pain, embarrassment, and shame faded, replaced by confidence and power. It always comes when I need it, she thought to herself.

Brian was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. He was still drinking the beer. Megan began to think about his little penis, visualizing it in her head; glistening in the intermittent light of the sign, beginning to dry, hanging between his slender thighs, resting atop his spent testicles. She felt the image click in her mind and knew she had it right. It became vivid then, as if someone had turned on an overhead light. The strong, comforting feeling of control swept through her.

Megan imagined Brian growing hard again. His penis throbbed with each heart beat, the veins delivering more blood than they took. Slowly it began to stand between his legs, longer and thicker. She was caught off guard when a hand closed around the shaft in her mind, but recovered quickly. She could see Brian stroking himself, both in her mind's eye and in front of her.

"Take me again," Megan said with a grin. It was just what he wanted to hear. Brian threw back the last of the beer and turned around. His penis was erect. Megan laughed silently to herself. The poor boy had no idea. He mounted her and guided himself back into her warmth. He paid no attention to the small trickle of blood leaking out from between her swollen whore-lips.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, lifting her hips to meet his.

"Shit yeah, babe." His voice was slurred with the effects of the beer. His thrusts were slow and clumsy.

"Fuck me then, Brian. I'm your little whore, aren't I?" She grimaced with the words. They hurt her to say them, but she knew it was how he felt. What he wanted her to say. She was just a pussy to him.

"Yeah, you're a trashy little slut," he agreed. His teeth were clenched with intensity. It was arousing him more.

"That's all I am," she said, mostly to herself. The admission settled onto her and she embraced it. She was a slutty little whore. That's all she ever would be.

Being able to see what she wanted to manipulate made it much more easy. Brian was looking down at her, excitement and dominance shining in his eyes as he pistoned his hips. Megan locked the image of his face in her mind and closed her eyes. A half second later, she flexed her mind like she would a muscle.

The spray of blood and brain and muscle and bone was warm and slippery. The headless body of her prom date collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the bed with its dead weight. It twiched and flopped like a dead fish. When she opened her eyes, blood was gushing out of the stump that had been his neck. It felt warm and comforting on her breasts. Filled with relief, her mind flexed again, throwing the convulsing body across the room to crash against the door.

Blood was all over her. Another mental flex and she was clean. She gathered her prom dress and (flex) moved the corpse out of the way.

The night air was warm. She'd sleep well tonight.



Prom Night



All characters are 18 yrs and older.

1.

My Story

It all started at the last Parent/Teacher meeting before the prom. I'm secretary on the student council (don't laugh). The meeting was about the prom and how it was going to be organized.

My mom was there and she made a big deal about having herself be nominated as one of the chaperones. She always has to make a scene wherever she goes. She made a big speech about it, even embarrassing me by mentioning that her son was on the student council and how that somehow gave her more of a eason to be a chaperone. I could tell most of the other parents and teachers there - especially our Principal, Mr. Turner - were totally not liking the fuss my mom made during the meeting, but my mom was still able to get herself nominated.

The week before the prom was just torture for me. I didn't even tell my friends about my mom being a chaperone because I knew they would just goof on me about it. 

Because she works in real estate, my mom used one of her connections and was able to move the whole prom celebration to a ballroom at this big hotel. She made such a big deal about it saying how the school gym was "no place for a wonderful event" even though it meant everyone was going to have to drive like a half hour to this stupid hotel. And she was always on the phone bragging to her friends about it and about how much money she spent on her dress and shoes for the prom. 

By then I didn't even want to go to the prom but I had to since I'm also the president of the audio/video club at school and it was my responsibility to run the sound and lights for the prom king and queen ceremony. The way my mom was acting it was like she thought she was running for queen of the prom!

2.

My Mom

My friends, Brad, Randy, and Pete, goof on me about my mom because even though they all agree that she acts like a complete snob and always acts so stuck-up like she's so much better than everyone, they also all say she's a "MILF" and a "Cougar". Brad once even went so far as to say my mom looked like "a porn star on her day off." That got the other guys laughing even more.

After my mom and dad got divorced last year, she went and got herself a "makeover". I call it her "fakeover". She made her hair blonder and I'm pretty sure got botox in her face and something that made her lips puffy and even got a boob job. (I saw one of her bras in the laundry room and the tag inside said "36C"). That's when my mom started dressing all trendy and pretty much like the same way girls at my school do: kind of short skirts or low-rise jeans and pants with tight t-shirts and tops that were either tight or low-cut or both. Its like she wishes she was on her own reality show or something.

3.

Prom Night

The night of the prom I was a nervous wreck. My friends had found out that after the prom had been moved from the school gym and to the hotel ballroom, it was because of the "new chaperone". They fast found out that the "new chaperone" was my mom! That's when they really started goofing on me.

Well you should have seen her when she showed up at the prom. It was like she thought she was like going to the academy awards or something. She was wearing this really long tight kind of purple and pink dress that was sort of low cut and pushed her fake boobs up at the same time and had a slit up one side that showed off her legs in the light pink sparkly nylons she had on and these pink strappy high heels that thock-thock-thocked everywhere she walked. Her blonde hair was all done up on the top of her head and she had on a lot of make-up. As soon as she got there, my mom was like the whole time acting totally snobby to everyone, even sometimes telling him or her to watch where he or she were stepping around her dress.

I knew right then prom was going to be a disaster for me.

The moment my mom showed up at the prom I spent the whole time trying to avoid her. She had already made such a scene when she first walked in I wanted to stay far away from her.

Already though I could see how everyone else was reacting to her. The other chaperones were giving her dirty looks. Mrs. Cross and Mrs. Dayle were giving my mom disapproving looks behind my mom's back, but would smile and act friendly to her whenever they had to speak to her. Our principal Mr. Turner was looking my mom up and down with a scowl on his face he usually gave to the students he saw smoking in the parking lot at lunch.

Just about every other student at the prom was pretty much looking at my mom and asking who she was and what was she doing there. I could overhear some of them making comments about her snobby attitude and how lame they thought she was. Some of the students who knew she was my mom would look at her and then over at give and me dirty looks. I just wanted to hide under the table.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, some of my friends came over to my table and started goofing on me about my mom. Brad started in by saying how "hot" my mom looked. He even said she looked hotter than his own date. One of the guys even was saying that whenever my mom stood by the stage lights that he thought he could almost see through her dress and that when he stood behind her he could kind of see the outline of a thong showing through her dress. That got them all calling her "Thong Mom". They all laughed at that one. 

Prom was becoming more miserable than I could have even imagined. To make things worse, my date - a girl in my math class that I sort of liked and asked out - had to leave when her parents came to pick her up at ten. I was sitting by myself since my date had to go home early, but I still had do stay at the prom because of the light cues I had to do backstage for the King and Queen ceremony. 

I was totally bored and started to wander around the prom. I saw my mom. She kind of stood out from the crowd in her long pink-purple dress. She was saying something to Principal Turner. From the look on his face, he didn't seem to like what my mom was telling him. When I got closer to where my mom and Mr. Turner were, I could hear what they were talking about:

"After all, I was the one who arranged for the prom to be here in this ballroom," my mom was saying in a haughty tone. "It's obviously quite a success. Even you can admit that, can't you, Roger?"

Roger was Principal Turner first name and it seemed like he didn't like how my mom was talking to him. "It's Principal Turner, Mrs. McFarlane," he said to my mom.

"It's Ms. McFarlane," my mom corrected Principal Turner, which I could see made him even more angry, but before he could say anything, my mom kept talking. "And as a member of the Parent/Teacher committee, I would like to be recognized for my part here at this prom. The very least you can do is mention my name before the King and Queen announcements."

My mom was just being so snotty that I decided that maybe I could help Principal Turner out by pretending to have something to say. I took a step closer to them and cleared my throat. "Uh...excuse me, mom?"

Before I could say another word, my mom was looking at me with her typical snooty stare. "Tommy, do you mind? Can't you see your mother is having a discussion? Run along." 

I glanced at Mr. Turner and was surprised to see he was looking right at my mom's cleavage that was pretty hard to miss the way her dress was pushing it up. He didn't notice me looking and my mom was too busy staring at me to see him. She pointed her finger off in the direction she wanted me to leave like she always does at home which means that she's done talking. 

4.

The Center of Attention

I was sitting by myself at my table and playing Warcraft on my cell phone when Mrs. Cross – a teacher and one of the other chaperones that night – came up to me. She told me the King and Queen Ceremony was getting ready to start and that it was time for me to take my place backstage to work the light cues.

Glad to be doing something instead of just sitting there while everyone else was enjoying the prom, I got up and went around to the side of the stage and up the steps and behind the curtain to the backstage area. There was a control board with switches and knobs to control the lights. That's where I stood and waited for the ceremony to start.

Sure enough, when the ceremony started, when I looked out from the side of the stage, I saw that my mom had gotten onstage to stand next to Principal Turner. She was looking out at everyone and smiling like she was so pleased with herself. Meanwhile, Principal Turner looked less than thrilled to have her up there with him. He stood by the podium microphone and said a few words to the students, and then with my mom staring at him as if to hurry him up, Principal Turner made a very brief statement about how having the prom here at the hotel's ballroom was thanks to one of the chaperones.It looked as if Principal Turner was about to continue, but my mom moved next to him so she could be in front of the podium microphone. She smiled and waved at all of the students standing in front of the stage and clapping. It was obvious my mom was enjoying being the center of attention.

"Thank you, everyone," my mom said. "I just want you all to know how special this evening is and I so proud to be part of it. I hope with my help, I'll have made this a memory for all of you that you'll never forget."

I could tell my mom wanted to say more, but then Principal Turner stepped close to her. He put one hand on her arm and the other on her back, guiding her away from the podium and to stand back by the curtain. My mom didn't look pleased with having her moment cut short. A snooty expression returned to her face as she said something to Principal Turner. She pulled her arm away from him and took her spot standing upstage by the curtain where she smoothes her dress along her figure.

As Principal Turner went back to the podium, I returned to the lighting panel backstage. From the bright lights onstage, I could see my mom standing in front of the curtain. Looking down, I also noticed the trail of my mom's dress sticking out backstage from under the curtain.

I don't even know what made me think of it or even do it...but I went over to stand behind the curtain where my mom was. I leaned down and grabbed the end of her dress and carefully snagged it around the hooks that were lined along the bottom of the curtain. Any second I thought my mom was going to notice and turn around, so I hurried back to the lighting panel.

But the thing was, my mom didn't notice. From her silhouette through the curtain, I could see she was still standing onstage and facing out to the student audience. I had enough of my mom being at my prom and I thought for sure she would have felt me snagging her dress on the curtain, be upset, and unsnag her dress and walk off. It just made me think she was probably standing there loving that everyone was looking in her direction. 

I didn't even think it would work but I went over to the curtain levers and pulled them all until the curtain behind her started going up. I really thought by then she would just notice right away because of all the fuss she was making about her dress and that she would've turned around and unpulled her dress from the curtain but she didn't notice at all until the curtain was already going halfway up and lifting her dress up her legs.

Everyone started laughing. My mom tried to take a step away from the curtain, but that caused her dress to pull tighter against her. The slit that was on one side of her dress just began to tear all the way up the dress, exposing the lace tops of her pink thigh-high stockings. My mom only had a few moments to desperately pull at her dress before the curtain went all the way up and ripped her dress off from around her.

Everyone there was able to see my mom's big fake boobs. All she had left on was this tiny pink thong and pink glittery thigh-high stockings and her big pink strappy high heels. Everyone was just totally laughing and she was just standing there with her arms at her sides and looking up at what happened to her dress like "duhhhh" with this totally stupid look on her face.

I know it's weird to say but it was so great seeing like my mom like that. For once, I was finally seeing my mom looking stupid and not knowing what to do. Like a deer in the headlights. Or better yet, like a stripper who went onstage and didn't know what to do. And with everyone laughing at her, it just made it so much better.

After a few seconds like that, I saw some flashed going off and saw that students – the guys mostly – were taking pictures of my mom. That's when my mom kind of seemed to snap out of it a bit and started trying to reach up to grab her dress down, her boobs jiggling every time she tried. Even teetering on her high heels, she couldn't do it. If everyone had been laughing at her before, now they started howling and whistling and clapping. No one was even trying to help. I even saw Mrs. Cross and Mrs. Dayle standing by the stage and laughing too.

I have to admit I was laughing too. It was pretty funny to see. After like a few seconds of her trying to grab her dress and everyone laughing at her, my mom was like almost crying. She looked out at all of us laughing at her and then she put her hands over her boobs and ran off backstage.

As I was standing there with everyone else laughing...I started feeling a little bad about what I had just did. You have to believe me when I say I didn't think the curtain was going to tear her dress off like that. By now someone had gotten the curtain to start to go back down. That's when I saw Principal Turner step away from the podium and just under the curtain as it lowered to the stage.

5.

Backstage Porn Star

After seeing Principal Turner duck backstage, I thought maybe I should go see if my mom was okay. I went around to the side and went backstage. I knew my mom wouldn't be hiding by the front of the stage and since I didn't see her at the side exit when I was there, I started to walk to the backstage area but it was dark and I had to walk careful so I didn't fall on anything. Pretty soon I started hearing some whispering and noises that sounded like Principal Turner saying stuff like whispering it but like he was angry like he always is so I snuck my way over there. 

I saw Principal Turner was standing near this huge prop board. He was looking down at something and as I got closer, I could see it was my mom. She was on her knees, sitting on the back of her heels, still only in her pink thong and thigh-highs. She had her hands over her naked boobs, barely able to cover them. She was staring up at Principal Turner much the same way she had been looking up at her ruined dress: an expression of daffy confusion as if she still couldn't understand what had just happened.

"Well, it looks like you got just what you deserved, you stupid little bitch," Principal Turner growled at my mom. "You wanted to be the center of attention at the prom? You got it. The entire graduating class saw you half naked on that stage looking like a complete tramp. Now, if you want to walk out of here in my jacket, you're going to put on a little show for me. I want you to start playing with those big tits of yours."

Everyone in school knows Principal Turner is a pretty strict guy, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing him say to my mom. She was still just staring up at Principal Turner with that dazed look on her face. I saw him lean closer to her and say, "Start playing with your tits or I will march you back on that stage in front of everyone and escort you right out of the prom in just that sexy little thong and heels you have on, sweetheart."

To my total surprise, I began to see my mom's hands start to slowly move her boobs around. She was keeping them covered, but sort of move them up and down. The whole time, she kept staring up at Principal Turner.

"That's right," he hissed. "Play with those tits. Squeeze them."

My mom did as he said. She was now squeezing and rubbing her own bare boobs. Principal Turner grinned and I saw his hand on the front of his tuxedo slacks. While my mom continued to massage her boobs, he unzipped his fly and I saw him free his hard erection from his slacks. My mom's mouth dropped open in surprise and she stopped rubbing her boobs.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Principal Turner scolded my mom. My mom started to play with her boobs and Principal Turner stepped even closer, bending slightly at his knees, and slipped his erection right between my mom's cleavage. 

"I've been looking at these tits all night," Principal Turner began breathing heavy. "You in that dress just showing off. Wanting us to look at your tits. Well we all got a look at these porn star tits!" He stepped back from my mom. As she continued looking up at him massaging and squeezing her boobs, he stroked himself in front of her.

Principal Turner had just titty-fucked my mom! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was my mom, on her knees in just a tiny pink thong and thigh-highs, playing with her perfect tits while staring up at my principal, who was standing before her and stroking his cock! I had never seen my mom like this...her body, that she so prided herself on, exposed...and her, for once, not knowing how to handle it...in some daffy daze over what was happening.

I know I shouldn't say this...but I felt excited to see my mom so helpless like that. I realized Principal Turner was saying the very same things I had been thinking the moment my mom arrived at the prom. Finally, I was seeing my mom look stupid for once! 

Principal Turner was breathing faster and stroking his cock with fever. Sneaking a little closer from the shadows, I saw that my mom was starting to breathe a little faster too. She was sort of swaying a little, still in that daze, almost as if she were about to feint.

And then suddenly, Principal Turner stepped closer to my mom. He put one hand in her hair, her highlights spilling over his fingers. My mom gasped again and he used the other hand to rub the tip of his cock across my mom's face. He brushed it against her cheeks and over lips, smearing her glossy pink lipstick.

"You've done nothing but run this mouth of yours all night," Principal Turner said. "Time to do something useful with it!" He slid the tip of his cock past her lips and with his hand still in her hair, Principal Turner began making my mom suck him!

I didn't know what to do. I felt dizzy and my legs wobbly, but I couldn't move or look away. I could see Principal Turner's cock sliding in and out of my mom's mouth...her pouty pink glossy lips making his cock wet and slippery.... the tip of his cock would sometimes slip out of her mouth and he'd use his hand to rub it across my mom's face before pumping it past her lips...his other hand in her hair and guiding my mom mouth on his cock...I could hear her making wet, slurping sounds.

I couldn't stop watching my mom. Only a short while ago she had seemed so confident and snobby, but now she looked completely helpless, half naked, on her knees in just her tiny pink thong, thigh-highs, and heels, her hands on her heaving bare boobs and Principal Turner's hard cock in her mouth, his hand in her hair, guiding her lips along his glistening shaft. I thought I should maybe say or do something, but I didn't know what.

And then, just under the sound of Principal Turner's heavy breathing, I heard something else. It was my mom. She was making these moaning sounds around Principal Turner's hard cock in her mouth. It was as if he was somehow making her love sucking his cock. "That's it," he whispered harshly at my mom on her knees. "Yes. Suck that cock, you little slut!"

I was even more surprised when I saw my mom remove one of her hands covering her boobs and use it to start stroking Principal Turner's cock while still sucking him. He used his free hand to begin squeezing the boob my mom uncovered. His breathing was becoming faster. "I've been waiting to feel your fake fucking stripper tits all night, you snobby little bitch!"




Prom Night



Suddenly, Principal Turner let go of my mom's hair and her boob. He pulled his cock from her mouth and then grabbed her wrist and yanked my mom to her feet. She gasped and wobbled on her high heels, looking dizzy and confused. Principal Turner still had my mom by the wrist and her other arm was dangling by her side. He was giving her a dirty smile, looking her up and down. I could see my mom blushing under his leering gaze, but she couldn't seem to look away from Principal Turner. He laughed at her. "Can't even stand straight in your Come Fuck Me heels, can you? Maybe it's time someone fucked you in those heels!"

Principal Turner spun my mom around by her wrist. She stumbled in her heels and he was able to get behind her and bend my mom over what looked like a sawhorse that was backstage. With her firm ass up in the air, I could see the thin material of her skimpy pink thong between her legs. Principal Turner whipped off his jacket and dropped it on the backstage floor. He then stepped behind my mom and slapped her ass.

"Ohhh..!" I heard my mom gasp with surprise. Principal Turner spanked my mom again, getting the same response from her. He laughed. "Damn, you've got a sexy ass! You are one hot little whore aren't you?" Before my mom could respond, Principal Turner hooked his fingers in the flimsy pink material of her thong and pulled if from between her legs, yanking it to the side. He used his other hand to grab his still hard cock and smoothly guided it right between my mom's legs and began fucking her right there.

I was shocked to see Principal Turner manhandle my mom so easily. She seemed to have been in such a daze after her dress was ripped off and now it was as if she was for the taking. I'd never seen her so helpless and being told what to do by someone and especially like this! Principal Turner had both his hands on my mom's hips and was thrusting into her hard and fast, panting and breathing heavy. I could hear my mom breathing faster, too. And moaning...I couldn't believe it, but wow...my mom was moaning.

This only made Principal Turner laugh. He began fucking my mom even harder. He used one hand to grab her hair, pulling and forcing my mom to look back at him as he used her. My mom's eyes were wide with surprise. Even in the dark of the backstage area, I could see her body was shining with sweat, her perfect tits bouncing, I swear I could see her hips swaying to meet Principal Turner's thrusts.

I'd never seen my mom like this before. She was always so prim and snobby and stuck up to everyone like she was so much better than them. But now, she was like transformed into such a helpless slut! It was as if I was suddenly in a live porno movie starring my mom. I couldn't believe how things had so quickly turned this way and I was feeling sort of weird for maybe being the one who caused this to happen to my mom...but another side of me was excited to see my mom being used like a total slut. Her haughty, snotty attitude was completely gone. The way she was looking back at Principal Turner as he fucked her...it was like she couldn't believe it was happening to her but at the same time, she was moaning and making these sexy little surprised gasps.

That's when I realized I had the biggest hard-on that I ever had in my life...and it was happening while I was watching my mom getting just what she deserved! Even more incredible was that it looked as somehow Principal Turner had was making my mom enjoy what was happening to her!

Principal Turner suddenly stepped back from my mom. I saw his hard cock slip out from between her legs, the length of it slick from being inside her. My mom was still bent over the sawhorse and moaning. Principal Turner grabbed her arm and pulled her up, turning her around to face him, then putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing my mom down on her knees before him. He grabbed his cock and stroked it, aiming it right at my mom.

I think my mom realized what suddenly was happening; because she lost the dazed look in her eyes and looked up at Principal Turner as if surprised he was in front of her stroking his cock. I saw her mouth drop open and her gasp with shock. She started to put her hands over her breasts but Principal Turner grunted and I saw a long white milky stream spurt from his cock and land across the side of my mom's lips and cheek and into her hair. More cum squirted from his cock and on went across her face, dripping down her chin. Heavy drops of it splattering on her neck and tits.

I saw my mom, her hands half on her cum splattered tits, arch back on her knees, her eyes closed, but nowhere to go as more of Principal Turner's load spurted into her hair, leaving her blonde highlights in pearls of jizz; more of it on her neck and chest...I could actually hear the wet splash of it on her skin. By the time he finished shooting his last load, my mom was covered in the thick milky splatter of Principal Turner's cum.

At that very same moment, I felt the front of my slacks stain with the warm wetness of my own load going off.

I always felt weird when I heard my friend Brad say my mom looked like "a porn star on her day off." But as I looked at her, now I knew what he meant. She had looked so glamorous when she first showed up in her long, tight pink and purple dress, with her hair up in a perfect styled twist and her make-up dramatically done. But now, her hair hung half undone, matted and sticky white gobs. Her heavy dark mascara around her eyes was smudged. Her glossy pink lipstick smeared, replaced by a glossy glaze of cum. Her neck and boobs – where she still had her hands half placed - looked sticky with runny strands of thick semen that dripped down between her cleavage, some of it even staining the silky material of her pink thigh-highs. Right then, my mom looked every bit like a porn star.

Principal Turner put his cock away and zipped up his slacks. His jacket was still on the floor. I saw him kick it toward my mom, who was looking up at him with that dazed look on her face. "Take the jacket and clean yourself up," he told her. "And then get the fuck out of my prom, you stupid bitch." Without another word, Principal Turner walked away from my mom.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and someone utter the word, "Slut..!" I turned to see Mrs. Cross had just stepped around the curtain from the front of the stage. She had what looked like the remains of my mom's dress in her hands, but now stopped at the sight of my mom.

My mom seemed to snap out of her daze at sound of Mrs. Cross' insult. Suddenly she was looking down at herself with what seemed like surprise and total embarrassment. My mom's hands fluttered around her cum soaked boobs and neck, as if trying to wipe it away without really touching it.

Mrs. Cross gave my mom a very angry and upset look, then just dropped what remained of my mom's dress on the backstage floor. She turned and walked back around to the front stage curtain. I saw my mom reaching for Principal Turner's jacket in front of her. Not wanting risk being seen by her or anyone else, I quickly hurried out to the stage's side exit.

6.

Last Look

I had snuck out to the hotel's big lobby. There were plenty of students from the prom standing around and a bunch of the hotel's actual guests who were having drinks and such sitting around the lobby's big expensive sofas and chairs.

I headed for the men's bathroom so I could dry the front of my slacks. My tuxedo was a light grey and the stain I'd made while watching my mom with Principal Turner was pretty obvious.

They had no paper towels in the bathroom, just those hot air blowers. So I turned one on and tried to stand under it, but it just wasn't working. Not to mention the scalding hot air on my groin wasn't too good either!

The stain was still sort of noticeable, but had faded as good as it was going to get. I walked out of the bathroom and into the lobby just in time to hear the familiar sound of thock-thock-thock! My mom's heels hurrying across the lobby's marble floor. Everyone in the lobby was turning to look toward the ballroom at the other end, so I did too.

My mom was trying to walk through the lobby as fast as she could in her high pink heels. She had on Principal Turner's tuxedo jacket. She was trying unsuccessfully the keep the front of the jacket closed with one hand, but her jiggling boobs were pressing the jacket open, putting her sticky and cum glistened cleavage in constant view. The end of the tux jacket barely covered the pink lace tops of her thigh-highs. My mom was using her other hand to try and keep the bottom of the jacket from flapping open around her thighs and ass, but wasn't having much luck while walking so fast. She had made an attempt to put her hair back up, but her blonde tresses – tangled and matted with jizz - were coming undone. She hadn't bothered to fix her make-up and one side of her neck was still shiny with streaks of cum.

The lobby became abuzz with chatter, a few laughs, and even some wolf whistles. Someone asked aloud, "Is this a prom or a porn convention?" That brought bigger laughs from everyone in the lobby.

I found myself laughing a little bit, but then more just like everyone else. And as luck would have it, my mom walked right past me. She must have recognized me out of the corner of her eye, because she suddenly stopped. She tried to hold the jacket closed and just stared at me with a look of embarrassment. I couldn't help but to stand right there and look my mom over from her heels to the top of her cum sticky hair.

I saw my mom glance down at my groin. Her eyes went wide with shock and her mouth dropped open in surprise. And that's when I looked down and realized I had another hard-on and shot another load in my slacks! The spreading stain was more than obvious! I saw my mom blush and without another word she turned and continued her awkward walk of shame out of the hotel lobby with everyone laughing at her.

Thanks to my mom's appearance at the prom, she made it a night I'm sure no one will forget!



Prom Night



I know it's wrong to look at your little girl and want to be buried inside her tight little pussy, but God help me that's the way my little Kimmi has made me feel for two years now. She's eighteen now and will be graduating high school this June. She is every guys dream. Her strawberry blond hair brushes her shoulders and her green eyes are the color of emeralds and when she's happy they sparkle just like a gem too. Of course when she's mad, they darken to almost black, but she's hardly ever that mad. With one of those happy go lucky attitudes she's such a joy to be around.

Her mom, my wife, Andrea is a journalist and is always off chasing one story or another, so over the years, Kimmi and I have become quite close. Kimmi has no hard feelings that her mom is seldom around. She understands that adventure and chasing down a good story is what drives her mom and she has dealt with it so maturely. Probably more so than I. I have to admit I resent the fact that Andrea is gone so often. I mean, men have needs. I've thought about getting them filled else where, but I just end up in the bed room jerking my cock and thinking not about my missing wife but my beautiful little girl.

This past weekend was prom and let me tell you, that just about killed me. For one, I know what happens on prom night. Anyone who is still a virgin usually gives that up in either some seedy hotel or the back seat of the prom date's car. Not that I think Kimmi is a virgin. A beauty like her, I'd imagine would have already given it up. I've also stood by her bedroom door listening to her masturbate, and I know she certainly enjoys a good orgasm. But what really almost did me in was seeing her all dolled up in her prom dress. I was actually relieved when her date picked her up and swept her out of the house. I had a good wanking that night, let me tell you. I don't think I had came that hard in a long time!

Kimmi's dress looked more like a sophisticated cocktail dress than prom gown. For one it was black instead of colorful like most. Strapless it gave a peek at the beautiful cleavage from her 32 C cup titties. It hugged every feminine curve and though it fell mid-calf, a slit up the right side went almost to her hip. Just one look at that gorgeous body had my dick hard.

The picture of her twirling for me kept replaying in my head all night long and kept me hard no matter how many times I rubbed one off. Around mid night I decided to put in one of my porns and try to live out my fantasy through it. It was an extremely good incest porn, the 'daughter' even resembled my own Kimmi a bit. I loved hearing 'Oh, fuck me Daddy! Yes Daddy! Harder Daddy!' I stroked my cock and pictured those words coming from my own girl's pretty full lips. I was so lost in my fantasy world I never heard any one enter the house much less my bed room. But all of a sudden I felt the mattress in back of me shift and quickly turned to stare into the amused eyes of Kimmi. 

"Oh, my God!" I snatched the blanket up over my hard dick.

"You like Daddy's hard cock in your pussy?" I quickly reached for the remote to stop the film but before I could grab it Kimmi scooped it up.

"Kimberly! What are you doing? Give me that right now?" I frantically reached for it as she held it up. She jumped off the bed and back a step.

Laughing she waved it in the air. "You want it, you have to come and get it." She called out in a little sing song voice.

"What has gotten into you?" She looked like a seductress taunting me.

"Oh, come on daddy. Don't be such a spoil sport. Come get it and let your little girl see that big hard cock you were stroking." She chuckled wickedly.

"Kimberly!" I was so embarrassed. Worst part was, I was still hard.

"What? Apparently you like this kind of thing, and this is actually one of your better porns too." She muted the sound from the TV, but the dialog continued as it came from Kimmi's lips...verbatim! "Oh Daddy, that cock is so big. Oh Yes daddy, I want you to fill my pussy!!"

I thought I was going to come right there!! My little girl had obviously watched daddy's porns enough she could recite them line for line. I had to stop this or I was going to do something I might just regret. Grabbing the blanket up around my waist I stood up and held out my hand. "Stop playing this instant little girl. Give me that remote."

I saw the challenging look as she threw the remote down on the bed. "Who needs a porn when you have the real thing right here anyway." She reached her arm around her back and I could hear the sound of her zipper coming undone. "And FYI I'm not playing...Daddy." With that she let the black material fall to the floor and stood there buck ass naked!

I couldn't move. I couldn't take my eyes off that perfect body. Her skin was so clear and smooth and firm. Those tits...I just wanted to suck them to life. A flat teenage tummy and oh shit...a perfectly shaved cunt! I didn't think my dick could get any harder, but I was wrong. I was literally in pain wanting to fuck that hot piece of teenage ass!

"Well, daddy, are you going to just stand there staring or are you going to show your little girl what being a woman is all about?"

I had trouble finding my voice. "Kimmi, honey, just because I like watching incest porn does not mean we can do it. That is a fantasy. Everyone has fantasies, it doesn't mean they should act on them." 

"Oh come on Daddy. It's not like I'm not willing. I have dreamed about fucking your cock ever since I understood the concept of sex. Hell I even masturbate thinking that it's you touching my hot wet slit. I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions. And I want you. In every way possible." I watched as she crossed the room to stand in front of me. Her fingers trailed a path across my chest skimming my sensitive nipples. "I've even saved myself for you, you know." Her words were barely a whisper as she kissed my shoulder.

"You...you're a virgin?" 

She nodded her head as she looked up at me through veiled eyes. "I wanted your cock to be the first to fill my pussy." Her hand traveled down my chest and over the blanket to stroke my erection. "You wouldn't want to disappoint your little girl would you?" She pulled the blanket out from my hand and let it fall to the floor. My cock stood at attention awaiting her next move.

"N...No I wouldn't baby, but...but what about birth control?" My breath caught as she slowly knelt in front of me.

"No problem daddy, I'm on the pill. I made sure that I'd be protected for when my dreams came true." She gave me a quick smile before taking my cock between those beautiful lush lips. My cock jumped and I almost lost it. After running her lips down the length of me and back to the head, she held it in her hand and looked up at me. "Do you want your little girl to suck Daddy's cock?" All the innocence of the porn star and seductiveness of a whore I knew I was lost.

"Oh, yes, baby. Suck Daddy's cock. Daddy wants to cum in you mouth." 

Kimmi proceeded to suck my cock. Her hot lips sliding up and down my shaft as the head bounced off her throat. Her hands expertly toyed with my balls and her finger rimmed my ass. 

"Oh fuck baby, Daddy's gonna cum. Daddy's gonna cum in your mouth honey. I want you to swallow Daddy's cum."

She pulled back long enough to answer. "Yes, please cum in my mouth daddy. I want to taste your seed!" When she went back to sucking me off it was like my dick was stuck in a hoover vac. She wanted my cum alright and she wasn't waiting any longer. I grabbed her head and shoved her face on my dick. As I fucked her pretty little mouth I squirted my cum right down her throat. My little girl never gagged once.

Once I was done and she licked my pole clean I fell to the bed. No one in my life had ever given me such a great blow job! Once I caught my breath I looked over at her. She had gotten up on the bed beside me and was fingering her pussy with one hand and rubbing her tit with the other.

"I thought you said you were a virgin? That blow job was not a first for you." I accused feeling my dick stirring as I watched my daughter's fingers slide in and out her hairless pussy.

She giggled. "Of course it's not. I've been practicing that. I wanted to be the best cock sucker you had, Daddy. I've just never let a guy stick their dick in me."

"Honey, practice paid off, cause you are the best little cock sucker Daddy's ever had." I sat up on the bed. "Fuck, Kimmi, watching you finger yourself is so fucking hot! Lay back on the bed and spread your legs so daddy can watch you finger that wet little pussy." 

Of course she did as she was told. Her legs fell apart and I had the perfect view. Three fingers pumped in and out as my little girl raised her hips to meet them. She moaned and groaned as she played with her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. My hand was on my dick pumping it back to life.

"OK baby, Daddy wants to taste that cunt of yours so move your hand!" I couldn't just watch any more. The smell of that wet pussy was calling to me. I quickly dove into her crotch licking up the juices her hand had procured. My tongue slid the length of her slit, teasing her hardened clit.

"Daddy! Eat my pussy! Please daddy, stick your tongue deep in my twat. Taste your little girl!" Oh damn. Hearing that coming from my little girl's mouth was ecstasy! My tongue dove deep in her cunt. Licking the walls of her pussy making her legs quiver in need. "Oh fuck daddy!! That feels so good!! Eat me daddy! Eat me!!" I shoved three fingers deep in her cunt as I sucked her clit between my lips. She yelped and her hips thrusted vigorously as the muscles of her pussy went crazy spasming around my fingers!! "Oh fuck!! I'm cumming!!"

Watching my little girl orgasming was just...I don't know how to describe it...I only know that I wanted my meat deep inside her making that orgasm deeper. I quickly pulled my fingers out of her and turned her over, raising her ass to meet my cock. Sliding it down her crack I entered her pussy from behind. She moaned as I filled her with my cock. Her ass pushed back impaling her even more on my thick meat.

"Oh! Fuck daddy!! Your cock is filling my cunt!! My daddy is fucking my pussy! Harder daddy! Fuck your little whore daughter!"

I rammed my cock deep in that cunt faster and harder than I've ever fucked another pussy. The whole time Kimmi was urging me on, telling me she was my little slut and how much she loved her daddy's big cock. Groaning and moaning as I brought her to orgasm again and again. That virgin pussy squeezed my cock so hard she milked me clean. I exploded deep inside her. I didn't feel like I was going to stop cumming as I poured my stuff into her. Finally I fell to the bed on top of her. Muscles still spasming in the aftermath. I rolled off her and onto my back.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had!" I breathed.

"Oh, yes, daddy. It was great. I am glad I waited to let you be my first." She pushed herself up and smiled at me.

"So am I darling!" With that I grabbed her and pulled her to me for a deep passionate kiss.



Prom Night



This story like all my stories is pure fantasy. So enjoy!




I was speeding along this county road alone. I had not had a woman in some time. I saw her from a distance. I slowed the van. She was walking along the side of the road. She was wearing a mini-sheath dress, black in color and showing every curve on her young body. I stopped and offered her a ride. To my surprise, she climbed in. I would give her a ride and ride her if she accepted.

"You supply ass or no ride." I said.

"My ass is yours." She said, "I just caught my boyfriend fucking my best friend, the bitch. Take me with you wherever you're going and you can fuck me silly." 

"Why the dress and heels, they're not exactly something to be walking in?" I ask.

"Prom night and I turned eighteen today, some fucking birthday catching those two fucking. I will call my parents later and tell them I might come back. I need to move on for now." She said.

"You have no problem with my age?" I ask.

"You have a dick, right? Right now, I just want someone fucking me." She said.

This bitch was pissed and a little on the slutty side, something I could handle. 

"I'll take you back to my place for some fun." I said.

"Sure, but I will need to go home tomorrow." She said.

I turned into a lane that took us back into a wooded lot. The house was old but still usable. I was squatting there for the time. I parked the van and she followed me inside. 

She is a little thing, redheaded, small breast and ass, skinny really. She would be fun for a couple of days. 

"What is this place?" She asks.

I smacked her upside her head. She dropped like a rag doll. While she was out, I stripped her and tied her down to eyebolts in the floor. I gagged her, when she come to she was scared.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to get into a car with a stranger?" I ask. I knelt beside her and ran my hand up her thigh, I rubbed her pussy. I found her clit and fingered it. She screamed in fear, I pushed two fingers into her cunt. I bent and suckled her right tit. She sobbed she knew that I was going to keep her a while. I fingered her pussy slowly forcing her to cum. Her body betrayed her as the juices flowed from between her legs. I pulled my hand out and stuck my fingers in my mouth.

"God, sweet young pussy, bitch, I am going to enjoy eating your twat." I said. I moved between her legs and lay down. I slid both hands under her ass and lifted her body into the air. I put my mouth to her cunt and licked the juices coming out. She screamed again, the ball gag muffled the sound. I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt. I found something she liked because she moaned with pleasure. I licked her and moved up to her clit. I sucked on her clit for a while, her pussy was flowing again and she was cumming over and over.

"You like that, slut?" I ask.

She lifted her crotch up to my mouth, she muttered something. I returned to sucking her pussy, the sweet thick fluids were good. I slid one hand to her ass. The fluids were running over her asshole. I smeared them around with one finger before pushing that finger into her asshole. She screamed again. I fingered her ass while I tongued her twat. Soon she didn't seem to mind my finger in her ass, so I added a second finger. She groaned some but accepted it. She was cumming again. I pulled my fingers from her ass and raise to my knees. I guided my cock into her pussy, she sighed as my dick entered her cunt. I pushed it deep in one motion, she screamed as my cock slammed the back of her cunt.

"My little slut enjoyed that?" I ask.

She nodded her head as I began fucking her. She began cumming immediately. I pounded her pussy hard and deep for several minutes. She shuttered with her orgasms. I slowed some and settled in for a long fuck in her. She was almost out of her mind, her orgasms poured through her. She was lying there enjoying my cock fucking her pussy. After an hour of fucking her cunt, I pulled out. I moved to her head, she was unconscious. I slapped her face lightly, "Wake up, slut." I said.

She turned to look at me, her eyes were blurred. 

"I am going to remove the gag, you scream and I will leave you laying here when I leave. Alive but tied down." I told her.

She nodded, I removed the gag.

"I won't scream that was the best damn fuck I ever had." She said.

"Open your mouth." I said.

She opened her mouth wide. I stuck my cock into her mouth. "Suck me, bitch." I said.

She closed her lips around my dick and licked the head. I straddled her chest and pushed my cock deeper into her throat. She choked but controlled it. I grabbed a handful of her long redhair and pulled her head up forcing my cock deeper. She gagged and retched. I pushed deeper.

"You puke on me and I will beat your ass with a switch." I said.

She controlled her gagging and opened her throat to my cock. I fucked her throat hard, shoving deeper each time. She was crying, trying to accept her fate. I pulled back a little, my balls throbbed and my cock shot a load into her mouth.

"Swallow whore, swallow my cum." I shouted. She swallowed my cum, she choked on it once but got it down. I let her suck and lick my cock off. I pulled from her mouth and went over and sat down in a chair.

"You will make a good cocksucker someday, slut." I said.

"Fuck you bastard, my boyfriend never got that much from me." She said.

"I'm not your dickweed boyfriend, that little turd wouldn't know a good fuck if it bit him. I will make you a good fuck before I release you Monday." I said.

"They will be looking for me by then." She said.

"No, you are going to call your mother and tell her that you went on a trip with some new friends. You will tell her you will be home Monday." I said.

"She won't believe me." She said.

"Tell her you caught numb nuts fucking your best friend and you needed to get away for a while." I said.

"I know she will believe that." She said.

I waited about thirty minutes and returned to her. I sat on her chest again, "Suck my cock hard, my little slut." I said.

"Stop calling me a slut." She said.

"Bitch, I'll call you anything I want. I own you right now." I said.

She turned her head, I grabbed her by the hair, "Open that mouth, slut." I said.

She didn't, I smacked her hard on the cheek. "Suck me, whore." I shouted.

Crying she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my meat. She licked and sucked till it was hard. I pulled it out of her mouth. I moved to her feet and untied one and re-tied it to the eyebolts holding her hands. I did the same with the other foot. She was doubled over, her ass in the air.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

I gagged her again. I stroked my cock keeping it hard. I found the lubricant and pushed a gelled finger into her asshole. She screamed and fought her bounds. I forced another finger in, then a third. I spread her asshole open. She was still fighting, trying to get away. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock against her rectum. That tight little ring slowly gave way to the head of my prick. She was screaming but she was not going anywhere. Slowly I forced my cock deeper into her young virgin ass. As my cock bottomed out with my hips against her buttocks, she fainted. I began fucking her limp body, I stopped and reached up and smacked her face lightly, waking her up. The pain in her eyes made me laugh.

"Slut, you will learn to like this, assfucking a bitch is the most fun I know." I said.

I pulled out slowly and completely, without hesitation I drove my prick back in. She screamed and trembled. I began fucking her ass slowly her sobs motivated me. As I continued fucking her, she began to orgasm. Her body giving over to the pleasure it was receiving. Soon she was humping up against my pumping action. I laughed.

"My little slut is liking this" I said."

"U can goo fuukk uurcef." She mumbled around the gag. I smacked her asscheek and she shrieked. Time went by, almost an hour before I pumped her ass full of jizz. She sighed as the warmth of my hot jizz filled her bowels. I fucked her till my dick was too soft to stay in her. I sat back and watched the cum drip from her rectum. I removed the gag and scoped up the cum and fed it to her. She licked it from my fingers hungrily.

I released her legs and retied them so she was flat on the floor. I dialed her phone and she told her mother that she was ok and that she had caught Johnny with Becky having sex. That she needed time to think and was with friends and she would be home in a couple of days. She moved her head away from the phone and I hung it up. I spent the next two day fucking her in ways she never imagined.

Sunday night

"I will drop you where I found you in the morning. I have to be moving on." I said.

"Please, take me with you. I will do whatever you want. Just don't make me stay in this county any longer. I will be your fuck slave if you want." She said.

I looked at her; the idea was tempting, a young eighteen year old slut obeying my every command. She was a looker and seemed to enjoy being bound and fucked. If I got tired of her I could always just drop her somewhere.

"You will obey my every word. You will not speak to anyone else." I said.

"Yes, Master, I am yours if you want me." She begged, "Fuck me as you please, I want that."

I released her from the floor and for the third time that day let her go relief herself and clean up. I removed my hardware from the floor. When she returned, I bound her hands and feet and laid her on the bed. I crawled up behind her and began fucking her ass again. She began cumming almost immediately. She whimpered, "Fucking yes, that is what I like, fuck my asshole harder, I'm cumming."

The next morning she was sitting in the passenger seat of my van. She had refused to go home. She wanted to stay with me. I wanted her out. I got out and went around the van. I pulled her from the seat and threw her to the ground. I locked the door and closed it. I got back in the van and drove away. She sat there in the ditch crying.



Prom Night



So much for a senior prom, I mused, watching the flicker of the candle flames on the center piece. They wriggled in the dimly lit ballroom of the Rose Hotel, stretching only to almost drown in the liquid wax only to stretch again. 

It was supposed to be a platinum night. I had a date with a chick named Kara that had a killer body and a bottle of vodka my older brother bought me waiting in a room I rented upstairs. Only one problem— once we set foot in the door, the bitch took off with her friends, and later I found her making out with Casey, head bastard of the wrestling team. That left me alone at an empty table of ten while the other couples were out on the dance floor, with balls that were aching for some action. 

"Hello, Dominic," a familiar, gentle voice called from behind. I didn't turn to look back at the speaker but knew at once who it was. The graceful figure moved around to the right of my field of vision, and in the flashing multicolored light that spilled over from the dancefloor across the room, I saw his six foot three figure move with the ease of a cat. His dark charcoal suit against a sleek black vest gave an air of mystery to him as he stopped before me, his hands in his pockets. 

"Hey, Mr. Monaco..." I pressed my lips together in a firm line to show my enthusiasm for tonight and gave a half-hearted wave of my fingers. 

His deep blue eyes, set against his roughened cheeks of black scruff that matched the hair on his scalp, seemed to look into me. "Having a good time?" 

"Eh, could be better, I guess." I didn't really feel like talking to him, but I didn't want to be rude to my AP History instructor if he was taking the time to talk to me. 

"Oh, did you come alone?" His expression was curious at my tone, and one of his hands took hold of the top of a chair he stood by. 

It was a baited question; everyone in school knew that it was mandatory to have a date if you wished to attend prom, especially the chaperone staff. Mr. Monaco wanted me to tell him what was wrong, the way all teachers do. And something in the analytical blue eyes, when my green ones met his, made me want to tell him. 

"No, I came with this one girl, but she kind of took off with her friends." I shrugged my shoulders, almost wanting to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness. 

"Ah, I see. In that case, may I sit down?" I nodded a yes, and he turned the chair around to straddle the seat. His arms crossed over the back as he continued. "Sometimes that happens, unfortunately. But in college, people change. Hang in there, buddy." 

Mr. Monaco smiled a little with his comment, and for a moment, I wondered what thoughts were stirring behind it. I slowly smiled back, "You're right. For the time being, I'm just a bit bored." 

He nodded, looking over at the dance floor, "Well, why don't you get back out there? The photographers are still making their rounds; I'm sure that you'll still be able to make some good memories for the yearbook." The plastic line meant to herd the students together make us both laugh. 

"Right, and be just another goofy face in a goofy little book," I laughed. "I appreciate it, Mr. Monaco, but it's not really my scene." 

A beat of silence passed between us, and I instantly felt at ease. He stood, towering over me again. "Well, if you want, I was just about to take a walk around the hotel. Want to join me?" 

My gaze met his, and I replied by getting to my feet. Together, we slowly made our way out of the noisy hustle of teenage hormones and through the double doors that blocked off the rest of the hotel. For a few minutes, we walked in silence, past the sealed rooms where guests slumbered in the eleven o'clock hour and the night auditor stood at the front desk reading a dog-eared romance novel. 

Finally, Mr. Monaco broke the silence, "So did you get into a college?" The syllables were deep and yet had a soft edge to them. 

"Yeah, I was thinking of Carlton." 

"That's a good school; I'm sure you'll do well with your grades. I actually went there." 

"Nice. Class of 2010, right?" 

He grinned broadly and briefly looked over at me. "Yes. Now, how did you know that?" 

"Well, you showed us your large coffee mug the one day." My green eyes found the ground, chuckling a little. 

Mr. Monaco paused for a moment. "I forgot about that; it does have my class year on it." We continued on, talking more about Carlton University. The wide plate glass windows that framed the courtyard garden and the dimly lit pool were like dark elegant paintings. I was beginning to forget my below-the-belt predicament and the troubling bitch we left in the ballroom. Talking to Mr. Monaco was easy, and before I had known it, twenty minutes had passed. 

"So, that makes you twenty-seven?" I finally asked him, suddenly curious about his age. 

"Nice try; I can't tell you that." He laughed. 

I decided to tease him, "But I'm close, aren't I?" I grinned; the walk was relaxing. He was relaxing too. I would have never guessed that he would be so easy to talk to from his class, as most of the time I avoided him whenever possible like I do with my other teachers. How had I not noticed it until now? It was like talking to an older brother. 

At my comment, Mr. Monaco stopped suddenly and turned to me, looking down into my eyes. Even at five foot eleven, I suddenly felt like a child, seeing his firm lips curve into a grin as he bit his lower lip. Why did I feel like that? I couldn't understand it in the silence that hung between us. I knew I was straight; I had always known I was straight. So, why did I look up at him with a sly smirk? 

I didn't know what I wanted, but I was enjoying talking to Mr. Monaco. The conversation was shifting, and I could sense that he was starting to treat me more like a human being, not just one of the many students whose papers he grades. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils, and its faint sweetness smelled good. 

"Maybe," at last he chuckled. Then, as abruptly as he turned to me, he turned away, looking out at the sea of stars high above the courtyard garden. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" 

My mind switching from the strange liking of his scent, I replied, "Yes, it is. The moon is incredibly clear tonight too." 

"Yeah, it's great," Mr. Monaco said, "I should have brought my camera. I bet you could get some good shots of it tonight." 

"You do photography?" 

He pivoted and leant back against the brass railing mounted before the window. "When I can; I actually tried having my own photography business for a while. But it just kind of went," he finished off with a whistle and drop of his hand to show that it went by the wayside. 

I looked down at the colorful lilacs illuminated by solar garden lights then back to him, "I'm sorry to hear that it went under." 

Mr. Monaco waved his hand and crossed his arms, "Eh, it's just what happens. You have two careers, and then one day you wake up and find you have a career and another that got overshadowed into a hobby. It balances itself out, though; I enjoy what I do, Dominic." 

"Dom." 

"Excuse me?" His piercing blue eyes looked questioning at me for a moment, seemingly almost hopeful. Were they hopeful? And of what? 

"Dom- you can call me Dom," I paused and again looked out at the darkened garden, "if you want to, that is." The words were hard for me to spout out, as only my family had ever called me Dom. But something about him seemed so trustworthy. 

He stared at me for a beat, as if he was taking in all of my features from my dark brown hair to my black tuxedo with its dark sea green vest around my athletic waist. Then, as if analyzing what unspoken bond had just fused between us, he said, "Okay," and added, "Dom." 

I couldn't help but smile a little, not knowing why. For a while, we stayed like that, enjoying the calm of the quiet hotel. It was like a safety zone between us, keeping the young teacher and the young student at bay. I only broke it to stifle a slight yawn. 

"Yeah, I'm getting tired too. Are you going to be good to drive home?" A look of concern crossed the lines of his light sprinkling of scruff, and I could tell he had tried to switch the teacher role back on. 

"I don't have to; I have a room." I laughed as we started off together back the way we came, towards the lobby. 

"Ah." Mr. Monaco seemed uneasy, as if he was unsure what the safe response would be. "Smart man. I guess I'll make sure you get there alright." I wasn't completely convinced that he felt obligated, but his tone came across as such. I didn't say anything in response, not wanting to part from him. I felt we had grown closer, or at least as close as a teacher can to his student. 

Together, our loafers found the lobby with the night auditor still with her nose buried deep within her paperback. She paused from her reading to glance up at us and smiled. At this, Mr. Monaco seemed to straighten with discomfort. I could see puzzlement cross his face, although I didn't understand why. 

I pressed the button for the elevator, jarring him back to the present when its tone sounded and opened up. We entered and rode upstairs to the top floor- the third floor- of the Rose Hotel without speaking. As soon as it opened up, we made our way down the vacant hallways, my eyes roaming the number plates searching for 316. 

"It was fun talking with you tonight, Dom. It's been interesting." Mr. Monaco smiled, inspecting each door we passed with what I sensed as nervousness. Whether it was his feeling or not knowing what would happen once I found the correct door, I could feel pin pricks up my spine. Nervously, my fingers toyed with the plastic room key, wanting to say something, anything to make our walk go on. 

"I agree; it was nice talking to you too, Mr. Monaco. I never would have guessed I'd have fun talking to one of my teachers." We both laughed at the ridiculousness of it. 

His mouth slipped for a minute, "Nor would I talking to a student, but..." 

I found my door and carefully tried to unlock it, my hand shaking and making it difficult to insert the card in the lock. Finally, I got it open. "...But?" I bit my lip, unsure of what was going to be said next and of what I wanted to be said. 

I stared at him; he stared back. 

"Funny, I forget." 

Silence. 

I flicked on the switch by the door. The soft lamps on the desk and by the window illuminated the small room with its double bed. "Um, you know, Mr. Monaco, if you want, the hotel stocked my room with some of that instant coffee. I know it's probably well past midnight by now," I was getting caught up in my words, "so you can have a cup before driving home?" I trailed off, trying to control my breathing. The only time I could ever having remembered my heart quickening as it did in that moment was the night I lost my virginity to my ex-girlfriend Emily Smith. Now, the feeling flooded my veins, although I could not understand why. 

I had always been straight. I AM straight. What was happening to me? 

But at once, nothing mattered. Teacher, student, the time of night, and that damned coffee all went out the window. Without further word needing to be said, we leant forward, and I found Mr. Monaco's firm lips on my mouth. They were warm and kissed me as if it were the very first kiss with anyone he ever had. My lips pressed back roughly on instinct, and I kissed him back. 

I couldn't understand why. Perhaps, it was the cologne he was wearing or my need to be near someone that night- anyone, but soon his lips attacked mine with a new wave of passion. I felt his tough fingers snaking through my short hair, my hands finding his hips and pulling him closer to me and, all at once, out of the hallway to allow the door to swing shut. 

With the sound of it closing, we managed to pull ourselves away for a moment. Our breathing was ragged, and my mind was swimming with confusion. I had always been the straight boy, an average guy on the school basketball team who never even once considered looking at another guy's junk in the locker room. I did okay with the girls and had enjoyed some good lays, so what was happening to me? Why was I in a hotel room, alone with my AP History teacher and wanting nothing more than to keep kissing him? 

"I...I shouldn't have done that," Mr. Monaco stuttered, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I..." 

"I've never done that before...with a guy." Chills shot through me, wishing I knew what to say to properly explain myself. 

"Ditto... And...I can't. Do that, I mean. I mean, not with a guy; I mean..." The piercing blue eyes seemed put off edge now, confused. "Christ, I'm your teacher!" 

I couldn't help it any longer, "I know." I pulled him against me again, feeling his need for me in the way his arms wrapped around me, holding me. I dropped my arms in a circle around the back of his neck to hang onto him as he did, kissing him back with equal fervor. His scruff scratched at my chin, the gentle reminder I was in the company of a man for the first time in my life, and I felt his tongue tracing a line across my lips. 

At once, my mouth opened to welcome him in, my tongue dancing with his inside my mouth as I held on tighter to him. His strong hands loosened around my backside and went on to explore, lower and lower until they reached my waist. Then, hesitantly, they slid further down to cup my tightened buttocks in his grip and lifted me up to carry me to the bed. 

The ride was clumsy as he shrugged off his shoes and I tried my best to shrug off mine. I could feel his nervous tension in his grip as we reached the bed and he gently laid me down on the comforter. It broke our kiss. At once, I sat up and was pushing the dark charcoal suit jacket off of his shoulders. It fell to the floor, and there he stood. His arms had a slight trace of muscle tone which showed through the white cotton shirt, this man who lectured me on Post-Civil War Reconstruction in class and now was getting undressed before me. 

His hands found my shoulders, eyes searching mine as if to ensure this was what I wanted as they did, and slipped my tuxedo jacket off of me. With care, he tossed it onto an armchair by the bed. Then they roamed down the front of my shirt, fingertips tracing the definition of my toned chest underneath my shirt. My cock, which was half hard before, was now beginning to tent up more, straining against the confines of my Jockey shorts. His touch was magic, and at once, the nervousness seemed to fade away as he touched me. Under his caring gaze, I didn't care whether or not it was a man or a woman. I didn't care that this was my teacher, someone who had once given me a detention for not having my book. 

I wanted him, and he wanted me. 

The fingers slowly found their way to the front of my vest, sensually unbuttoning the six buttons. With each, the vest felt lighter, parting until it was open all of the way. Easily, his right index finger stroked its way up my tie until it found the Windsor knot and tugged at the loop. Slowly, it loosened and came undone, only to be tugged away until it was fully off. The hands came back, easing the vest off of me until my arms were freed and it was carefully tossed on top of my jacket. 

I was vulnerable. 

Without breaking eye contact, I stood, my body pressured tightly against him with as close as we were. With shaking hands, my fingers unbuttoned his vest, fumbling with the rasping breathe we both shared. Until at last his fingers intervened and helped me with the rest of the unopened buttons, until the vest was open. He shrugged it off of his shoulders. 

"Are you sure about this?" For the first time that night, he whispered to me. 

"I want you, Mr. Monaco," I finally admitted, a weight lifting off of my chest as he did. I had said it, and it seemed to soften him more. He smiled while my fingers loosely gripped the bottom of his tie. 

"Call me James...my name." 

I grinned up at him, "James." My grip tightened around the tie and pulled him towards me. Our open mouths mashed together with lust, and our tongues dueled like starving animals for one another. I fell backwards, dragging him with me until he was on top of me, his strong arms pinning mine against the bed. His lips wandered over, finding my ear with his tongue, tracing it downward to the earlobe. 

His teeth nibbled lightly on the lobe, until I couldn't help but moan as I felt my cock harden to full mast. It mashed against his hard cock through the cloth that separated our naked bodies. Then down he traveled, lightly trailing kisses down my neck until I couldn't stand it. 

"James!" I stifled my moan, grinding our crotches together. At last, his arms pulled away, and I was able to undo the buttons of his white cotton shirt underneath his tie. The collar came loose, each button undone enlarging a V shape as it opened up. Underneath, I could see a tangle of black chest hair, until the shirt opened fully. His arms shed it with desperation, and James threw it somewhere I couldn't see. 

Now, with only the tie covering his torso, I could see James- Mr. Monaco, who covered my packets of graded notes with markings from his green Zebra ballpoint- for who he was. The abdomen was tight without being a six-pack, layered in a forest of black chest hair. The broad shoulders which had worn so many fitted button downs were now bare, with lightly tanned skin characteristic of having spent time in the sun shirtless. 

Now more than ever I wanted him. My hands rubbed down his shoulders until they found his chest hair, the coarse hairs brushing in between my fingers as they did. James was an animal in that moment, his bulge seeming to harden more as he grinded against me and attacked my neck with deeper kisses. A sexy bear- my bear. My fingers continued to rub back and forth, petting the beast which would ravage me. My thumbs gently roamed further south until they found his nipples buried beneath the hairy jungle. As if by flicking a switch, James tensed and moaned into my neck. Carefully, I moved them back and forth, petting my bear's nipples as his arms held me tight to him. The grip tightened as my thumbs moved back and forth, spurring on more moaning as his tongue lathered my neck. 

His strong hands loosened as mine found his back and began massaging his firm back. They moved down my body, their touch almost like the tingle of a light feather as the fingers raked my sides, moving lower until they met the black leather snake which was my belt. I quivered- not because of the chill in the air conditioned room but because I knew where they were going and I hoped to God they wouldn't turn back now. 

His lips pulled away from the side of my neck, moving down to the front of my shirt collar until they found my jugular. Gently, it tickled the lump it found there, making me lose control. I arched my back towards James and felt a rough kiss on the same spot, until he leaned up and tackled my lips with his again. As he did, his fingers were finding their way closer together, belt loop after belt loop, until they made quick work of the buckle. 

I got lost in his kiss as his tongue went into my mouth, my hands traveling down his body until they cupped his lower back. Before I knew what was happening, James had my tuxedo slacks undone and was rubbing the Jockey short bulge. My dick strained against the tight confines, begging for release. I couldn't help by sigh, beginning to wonder- for the first time in my life- what his hand would feel like wrapped around the shaft. Meanwhile, the other hand found the buttons of my shirt and began undoing them, until at last the sides were undone and he could see my chest through the slit between them. 

Four years of basketball had kept my body in decent shape with a slight hint of a six pack, sprinkled with a light dusting of hair. At this sight, James paused long enough to look down at me. I still held him to me by his lower back, staring into his face what I couldn't help- the largest mixture of a smile and a blush. His eyes looked longingly at me, as if attempting to read what I was thinking. 




Prom Night



The moment was pure electricity between the two of us, as he gently brought his other hand up to part the folds of the shirt. His fingers tingled as they traced the lines of my torso, causing my nipples to become erect in the warmth of our combined body heat. His touch was like nothing I had ever felt before, and regardless of what would happen after this moment- after the sun banished the night into the furthest recesses of the world- I knew that I wouldn't regret this. 

James brought his hands to the folds again and brought them back further, and I helped him get the shirt the rest of the way off. Then I took the slacks and slid them down, finally kicking them off so I did not break our embrace. Having him on top of me, no matter how different than when I was on top of a girl, felt natural. I didn't want it to end, couldn't stand it if he pulled off of me in that instant and told me that he couldn't follow through. So I did what I knew I subconsciously wanted to ever since he offered to walk me to the room; I unbuckled the front of his dress pants and began sliding them down. 

I wasn't sure what I was expecting. Boxers or briefs? Commando? What was this man of mystery wearing beneath the pants I never once gave a second look? As they slid over his tightened buttocks, I found that they were light blue boxers. James kicked them off the rest of the way, wrestling me back on the back. Our bodies were a mashup of kissing and tongues, unsure of what we were entangling ourselves for. Was it dominance over the other? Or just to see how many inches of each other's physiques our lips could meet in the passionate tangle. 

My kisses trailed his body wherever they could- his elbow, the inside of his thigh with the large tent straining to be free of the roomy boxers, his neck. I wanted all of him, no matter what would come with the dawn in a few short hours. 

Eventually, I found myself on top of him, my tight Jockey shorts seated right on top of the mountain of man flesh inside my bear's boxer shorts. I grinned at him, feeling him flirt with me by the way he made it throb up against me in a rhythm. In response, James gave me a playful smirk, throwing his hands up by his head on the pillows to feign defenselessness. 

Without further need for approval to proceed, I kissed my way down his chest until I found his forest of hair. Some of the stray hairs caught in my mouth as I continued to kiss, but I paid them no mind- only journeyed further south until I found the objects of my desire. The sweet nipples were nested in the thick hair, and I took the left in my mouth. My tongue ran back and forth over it, getting acquainted with it- and with any man's nipple- for the first time in my life. My hand snuck up to caress the other, eliciting moans from my bear. 

His strong hand found the back of my head and pulled me closer to the tit. As if by instinct, my teeth found the erect lump and lightly nibbled- not enough to hurt but tweak it. This made him gasp. I could feel his body thrashing under me as used my fingernail to create a gentle scraping tingle across the other erect one. I had never tried it before when I played with any girls' tits in the past; I was operating with the wonder of exploration, wanting nothing more than to make James feel the most pleasure possible. 

By his moans, which were getting louder, I could tell he was enjoying himself. I pulled myself away from the left and then attacked the right with equal lust for his body. I continued for a while, bringing him to the brink and causing him to quiver. 

"Dom...Dom...Dom!" He yelped, his fingers raking my scalp. His chest was heaving, hips bucking into my bottom with every stroke of my tongue across his tingling flesh. 

But I wasn't done. I scooted myself down his body and kissed my way down his abdomen, getting acquainted with the feel of him. His skin was soft at the areas the clothes normally concealed, making me long to nuzzle it and take my time. I had other things on my mind, though, as we had been on the bed together a long time already. My journey reached the elastic of the sky blue boxers, as I kissed around the hair covered belly button, wiggling my nose in the soft crevice. The hair made a happy trail down to the band, and I couldn't help myself anymore. 

Looking up into his deep blue eyes, I could see his gaze trained on me. The eyes asked me to, although they never had to. I wanted to. I needed to. Without breaking eye contact, my tongue traced the trail from his belly button- my thumbs, meanwhile, hooked into the sides of the elastic band- down as I pulled the shorts lower. It was a slow, sensual process, and I felt at once that I was not just about to have sex with my AP History instructor. 

I was about to enjoy it. 

Down they came, just as the wall separating the two halves of Berlin fell in one night, until my tongue reached the thick bushes of black pubic hair and could reach the skin no more. At this point, my tongue retreated, but still I watched him as the shorts came lower. Eventually, a hard object popped free of the band, and he gave a sigh. It hit my chin, leaving a wet spot underneath and sticky string seeming to still connect me to it. 

I looked down at it, taking in my first sight of James's large, hardened cock. 

I didn't know how long it was, but my guess would have been seven inches. It was thick and cut, poking out from the jungle of tangled black hair. A bit of pre-cum was already on the helmet shaped head, running down the side of the shaft with its slight upward curve. I continued pulling the shorts down until they revealed the hairy balls beneath, which looked of average size. 

The shorts reached the knees, until I could not hold back and swiftly pulled them off. I tossed them to a corner of the room and took in the sight of this hulking figure, naked- except for the tie- and vulnerable beneath me. My bear. I wrapped my hand around the thick cock, feeling it in my palm. It was like an iron bar, and I watched James give in to pleasure and begin to close his eyes. 

I stroked it up and down, slow at first and then faster. His breathing, which was relaxed, was now becoming quicker. James opened his eyes to see me, and looking into the deep blue pools, I lowered my head to the tip of hard monster, my tongue extended. The tip touched it, making James whimper, until I locked my lips around the head and began inserting the shaft into my eager mouth. 

I didn't know what I was doing, never having had a blowjob in my life or having sucked a cock, but I tried to think of what would feel the best. I left my tongue extended, lapping underneath the head as I brought my head up in my sucking and then tracing down the shaft as I went lower. Up and down, I repeated these motions, cupping his warm balls in my hands and stroking their hairy sacs with my thumbs, as if I were going to milk them. 

James moaned at this, bucking his hips. His hand found the back of my head again, and I could feel him pulling me down, prompting me to take more of him as he began to get lost in the passion. I began to gag on his organ, coughing until I finally had to pull off. 

"I'm sorry... Did I hurt you?" His eyes seemed to show concern- not teacher concern but genuine concern- as he asked me. 

"I'm just not used to it. Sorry." 

"No, it feels great. I just got a little carried away..." Then he added, after I caught my breath, "We can stop if you want." 

I gave my answer by attacking his raging hard dick with my mouth, sucking harder than the last time. James didn't replace his hand- I think- because he was afraid of hurting me, but I tried getting more into my mouth with each journey up and down. 

"Holy shit..." James moaned, the first time I ever heard him curse. "Suck it, baby... Please, don't stop." 

Even if the Queen of England were knocking at the door to make me a knight, I wouldn't have given a damn. There was no way I was going to stop, but I warmed at the thought of being his "baby." I decided to have a little fun with it, using my hand to milk the lower half of his shaft while my mouth sucked the head. I used my tongue to lightly tickle the underside of the head, then gently tease the slit. It drove him up the wall. 

"Ple-EASE, DON'T STOP!" James was cute when he whimpered; I looked up at him to see him almost sit bolt upright from the sensations I was giving him. 

Having had enough of my fun, I went to go lower again, but James stopped me. He pulled me off of him, and before I knew what was going on, he was on top of me. He straddled my face with his dick and positioned himself to lean down to mine where the front of my Jockey shorts were slick with pre-cum. 

He wasted no time with teasing but instead slid them down my legs and off of me, meeting my six inches of hardened man meat for the first time. He took the time to nuzzle his nose in the brown hair on my balls and around my dick, then licked his way up the shaft. His tongue was magic; I couldn't help but exhale at the strong sensation of him, feeling the warmth of it. Then, as I went back to sucking on his organ, he took mine into his mouth as far down as he could. 

James sucked me with the desperation that a dehydrated man has for a glass of water in the middle of the Sahara. His sucking was long, sensual strokes, his tongue circling around my shaft with each stroke. His lips were clamped tightly around me, and his fingers explored my body. I ravaged his cock, in turn, relishing the strong masculine scent of his crotch. It turned me on, making my dick flex in his hot mouth while I bucked into him. 

I could taste his pre-cum, enjoying the sweetness of it. I wanted more of it; I wanted all of him, right then, in every way possible. My hands found his hips, rocking him back and forth into and out of my mouth with the control over them, until my fingers couldn't help but explore the rest of what was there. They wormed their way to his backside, then to his naked buttocks. I massaged their firmness, enjoying the moans that were coming from my bear and my own getting lost as I sucked on his hard cock. 

Eagerly, they continued on, finding the drop off to the crevice of his ass. I started at the top of the line with my index finger and traced down it, burying it between the luscious mounds of flesh with their tufts of black hair, until they found the tightened pucker. I flicked it and felt James buck into my mouth. 

His mouth was working my cock, his hands stroking the inches of skin behind the balls before the bottom of my crack. His index finger tickled it, and I couldn't help but whimper, thrusting deeper into his wet cavern. 

I rubbed the pucker as I continued to savor the feel of his hardened tool inside my mouth, feeling my own orgasm mounting. It built, and I held it back. I would not be the first to blow. Carefully, I continued playing with the anal ring until my finger poked the center of it lightly, massaging its way until the very tip it had opened the hole. My other hand continued to pull him towards me, slowing my oral strokes so I could try to massage his length with my mouth. 

I could feel my actions paying off; his body was tightening. Would he cum soon? Would he pull out or tell me? Would he leave it in and feed it to me? 

I didn't want him to leave my mouth until that dick was softening. I continued on, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could until I was just about to gag. I tried to use the back of my mouth to rub the head as I did. It gave my throat a tickle which I used every ounce of my restraint to not give into. My index finger continued to massage his hole, poking into it more than before until I felt the tension reach its peak. 

Abruptly, James pulled off. "I'm gonna...cum...cum...cum..." He tried to pull out, but I wouldn't let him. I pulled him closer to me and locked my embrace on him. "DOM!" I felt the warm dick of my AP History teacher quiver and then explode into my mouth with streams of hot cum. Its taste was tangy but with an edge of sweetness, and I swallowed as much as I could. But the act of his orgasm had broken through my efforts to hold back my climax, and I began to cum before I could warn him. I couldn't see where it was landing, but then I felt his mouth return to my dick for the second wave. And I emptied myself into his awaiting mouth. 

I enjoyed drinking down as much as I could, leaving the last of it on my tongue to massage the softening cock with. Then I gulped down the rest, his dick popping out of my mouth. 

At last, I could watch James, and I saw him nursing the last of my load. The first spurts of my orgasm, I could see now, had landed on his chin and his cheek. The sight made my heart glow, knowing he was mine tonight, and made me want his body even more. Once he finished, James pulled off, and together we maneuvered up the bed and under the covers, trying our best to catch our breath. I leaned over his right side and looked down into those beautiful eyes. 

James looked back, smiling in the afterglow. 

I gently scooped up the mess I made on his face with my finger and was just about to lean over him to the bedside table for a tissue when he stopped me. James held my wrist in his large hand, staring into my face with what was it? Lust? 

No, it was more than that. We were spent for the time being, and the look was of intrigue. He wanted to know more, or so his eyes appeared to tell me. 

Little did he know how much I wanted to know him too- how I didn't give a damn anymore about the bottle of vodka in the night table drawer or about what this would mean the next day. I didn't want him to leave; I was just beginning to see the man behind the mask of the teacher, and he was somehow more intriguing than anyone else at the prom. 

James took my cum-covered finger into his mouth and gently suckled it clean, taking the time to kiss it afterwards. Then he looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, "Twenty-eight." 

"I'm sorry?" I didn't know what to make of it. 

"I'm twenty-eight years old." He told me, signifying the break in the façade of the teacher, and his lips curled into a caring smile. 

To be continued...