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Prom Night
by Monique D (dominique_denevue@hotmail.com)

***

On Prom Night, a lesbian student finds herself seduced 
by a male gym teacher. It's a fucking she'll never 
forget. (M/f-teen, 1st, bi, anal, school)

***

His breath burns into my neck leaving a moist little 
scar I'll be pawing at for days. His eye-sight is 
worse, poking and prodding along my cleavage as he 
glares across it. The greatest sin he commits is the 
hand at my hip -- finger tips touching the thigh, back 
palm squeezing onto the ass.

I feel useless. Weak. Owned. And I love it.

I don't understand why women felt the need to fight for 
rights when submission is the best think I've ever 
felt. Maybe I'll regret that statement tomorrow; it 
doesn't matter. After all, yesterday--and today--I was 
a liberal lesbian feminist with a love of women my own 
age and a hatred of all men.

And now here I am, Rachel Black, 18 years-old on her 
prom night, being felt up by the chauvinistic asshole 
gym teacher in the back crevices of the school 
building. He always had a silent lust for me and an 
open contempt, always telling jokes to boys in his 
classes that mocked my life style. He's a rugged, 
square-jawed, forty something graying Adonis of a man.

My date's across the building, still in the gym, 
waiting for me to come back from the punch bowl. She's 
a nice girl. I've dated plenty of nice girls and fucked 
most of them. Nice is all perfect for the long run 
decade-plan, but as for the right now, as for the 
instant, naughty will get you off.

His hand away from my hip paws at my hair, tugging 
gently at the strands. My marionette strings. If he 
wanted to, he could make me do anything. Instead, he 
just pushes apart my black silky sway and whispers 
harshly into my ear: "Lift up your dress. I'm going to 
fuck your ass."

The wish is my command as I feel my hands shimmying up 
my body, pulling the fight fabric along with it. I get 
chills as a damp draft going through the empty halls 
rushes my legs. But I'm oh-so-warmed by his gaze, his 
controlling embrace, and that erection pressing through 
his jeans. I go too slow for his tastes, so he grabs 
onto the fabric and tears it away, revealing my ass. No 
panties, as if I knew the predestination of the night. 
The dress cost hundreds. The jolt I got when he tore it 
was worth it all.

I hear a cheap and quick unbuttoning as his jeans go 
halfway down his body. The now naked erection presses 
into me, his meat proud and tall and poking at my ass 
cheeks. He's going in without lube. I feel precum on 
his cockhead and curse myself for missing so many 
opportunities for cock over the past four years.

He toys with my asshole for just a minute, allowing his 
precum to lubricate things just slightly. In one quick 
swoop, his cockhead jumps into my body, past my cheeks. 
He grabs my hips as if he is treating me like a 
steering wheel. He guides himself in further, too tight 
at the moment to begin a back-and-forth stroking.

An immense burning pain dominates my body. I can't even 
describe it. It's a bit like being torn apart halfway 
through. Agony echoes out from my asshole, spreading 
through my body as I feel all my muscles freeze. And 
then comes the pleasure. The pleasure of submission. 
The pleasure of being stuffed by his cock, feeling not 
just completed by it, but made 150% whole.

In as deep as he can go, he begins to move our hips 
together in unison, a rhythm to the distant beat of 
music from the prom. He begins to move faster, breaking 
from the distant techno, lunging my puppet body back 
against the lockers and into him. He bucks his groin 
harder against me with violent thrusts and grunts as my 
moans became that of pleasure. I try not to scream in 
agony and ecstasy, so I bite down on my lip.

His hands go northward as his body slows with a few 
more passionate strokes, as he grabs and fingers my 
tits. His hands are course and rough and perfect and 
dominating. They hold on tightly, violating, tweaking 
the nipples, jolting my breasts up and down as he 
shoots his load of cum up my ass.

I feel strands of hot, white, sticky semen stream up my 
body, steaming into me. He unceremoniously pulls out, 
an easier exit since he's dripping with cum. I fall to 
the floor as he sighs in exhaustion.

"What do you think about lesbians now, Rachel?"

"Fuck it. Cock is the only way to go," I pant with 
exhaustion.

"And you're going to be a good little slut from now on, 
right?"

"Any guy. Every guy."

"Then start with me, a second time."

* * * * *

I return to the dance floor twenty minutes later. When 
I left I was in one part of my life, now I'm in the 
second. I have a new confidence and a new strut to my 
walk. People pay attention as I cut through the 
couples. Guys stare. Women grow jealous for the first 
time in four years.

He tore off an entire circle of my dress so the only 
way to make it fit was to pull it down. So instead of a 
sleek black dress that went down to my knees and up 
past my breasts, it was now stretched down to hang on 
my nipples and barely cover the ass.

I wink, I smile, I flirt and greet boys on the way 
through the floor. As I spin in the crowd, in bliss in 
my new life, I'm interrupted by a certain her--part of 
my past.

"Hey Rach, where were you?"

I feel a drip on my forehead from my hair. Part of the 
facial he gave me that I hadn't noticed. I swipe a 
finger down, getting a few drops of it. I stick the 
finger between her lips giving her a taste. She pulls 
back in stunned shock.

I simply say: "Putting in hair gel."

With that, I return to the dance floor. Boys are 
waiting for me, and we've got time to make up for.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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