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