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Dance Party
by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A chaperone at a school dance finds out that one couple 
is having their own party. Will he join them? (Mmf, ped,
adult/teens, nc, bi)

***

For someone who stayed home and sat out his own school 
dances, Mr. Fontaine definitely made up for it in all 
the times he chaperoned dances at Tawes Junior High 
School.

He would sit to the side and read the "Evening Sun" and 
help out when the PTA mothers asked him to help ration 
the punch to thirsty young dancers.

"Mr. Fontaine, thank you again for your help," said 
Mrs. Lombard. "It's very hard to get teachers to stay 
after school for these functions."

He smiled as he ladled another glass to the wallflower 
who took up residence by the refreshments.

"What do you think about the decorations?" she quizzed 
him, obviously fishing for a nice compliment about her 
crepe bunting and table ornaments.

"They are very nice," he answered awkwardly.

Although it was a winter event, he began to feel sweaty 
underneath his tweed jacket. He began to fidget with 
his corsage - the one that he purchased from the French 
Club to help raise money for their annual trip to 
Montreal.

He was always enchanted by how the students seemed to 
blossom at these occasions. Street clothes always gave 
way to more fancy outfits that showed him a nicer side 
of the student body.

"Hi, Mr. F," said Rachel. She resembled a young 
princess in her mint green frock with embroidered pink 
roses.

"Hello, Rachel. You look lovely!" 

Mr. Fontaine shook hands with Rachel's date, a member 
of the field hockey team and began to make his rounds 
around the dimly-lit dance floor.

The DJ was really doing a job of being a crowd pleaser. 
Other than a few who lined the walls, most of the 
merrymakers were dancing almost nonstop.

Mr. Fontaine stopped every few feet to pick up a 
discarded plate or cup to toss in the trash can. He was 
bored but could think of nothing better to do on an 
evening like this.

The house lights came on and students began to retrieve 
small red tickets from their pockets and purses. It was 
time for the door prize drawing.

The DJ announced the winners of gift certificates for 
the local Hecht's department store and for a free pizza 
from the nearby pizza place.

Once the prizes were given out, the dance resumed.

The evening progressed where the ticket takers were 
able to leave their station and join the fun. They 
grabbed some food and rested their feet at one of the 
festively decorated tables.

Mr. Fontaine noticed that the entrance to the gymnasium 
was ajar. He knew this from the cold air that was 
cutting in and chilling those who were sitting nearby.

He reached out to close the door but remembered that he 
had not had a smoke since he had arrived at the dance.

He walked outside and shut the double doors behind him. 
He strolled away so that nobody would see him lighting 
up. His sweat began to form an icy sensation between 
his undershirt and his chest.

He reached his intended destination and pulled out his 
pack of smokes from his jacket pocket. Lighting his 
cigarette, he saw the lights on in the ninth grade wing 
of the school.

It was a one-story building that adjoined the 
gymnasium. He figured that the custodian Maggie was 
still working. He thought nothing else of the sight and 
puffed away.

A couple of cars arrived in the distance to pick up 
their children early from the dance even though there 
was an hour left before the official end.

He quickly put out his cigarette on the sidewalk 
because he was very self-conscious of letting his 
habits become known.

He decided to stop inside the ninth grade wing and say 
hello to Maggie.  He saw that her cleaning cart was in 
the middle of the hall by the boys' restroom but she 
was nowhere to be seen.

He peeked into the boys' room. 

"Maggie?"

"Oh, shit. It's somebody!" cried a voice inside the 
restroom.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Fontaine, rushed inside and 
found two students in the act who like deer were caught 
in the proverbial headlights.

He found a private 'dance party.'

They did not know whether to keep at what they were 
doing or hurry and get dressed.

Christy was sitting on the counter while Jordan was 
facing her. His pants were halfway down and it was 
pretty clear that he was fucking her on the sink.

Mr. Fontaine inhaled deeply like this was something 
that he never faced before. And it wasn't something 
that the college of education prepared him for.

Jordan blushed a bright hue of scarlet as he looked 
over his shoulder at a shocked teacher.

Stepping back from Christy, Jordan revealed his large 
fourteen-year-old rod. It was hard and extremely wet 
from his sawing away at Christy.

Christy, still in shock, leaned back on the mirror and 
shook from nervous shame. Her legs were spread and her 
dress was hiked up around her chest.

"We can explain..." said Jordan.

Mr. Fontaine was not moved.

"I know that you're going to..." said Christy.

Mr. Fontaine had one hell of a poker face when he did 
not know quite what to do in a sticky situation. He was 
stone-faced and unsure of what to think about the 
rising that was happening in his pants.

Mr. Fontaine blinked and bit his lip as if he was 
grasping at straws for something to do or say.

"We're suspended, aren't we?" asked Jordan.

"He made me do it," mumbled Christy. She was surely 
going to sell out her boyfriend if the school contacted 
her parents about this.

"Go ahead, keep doing what you're doing," said Mr. 
Fontaine, "I'm not here to ruin your fun."

Jordan was puzzled. Did Mr. Fontaine really say what he 
said? Jordan was horny and knew that he had to get off. 
Comely redhead Christy's grinding on the dance floor 
gave her young lover a case of blue balls.

"Fuck yeah!" Jordan exclaimed and returned to his spot 
in front of Christy.

He began to flail away into Christy's tender twat when 
he realized that Mr. Fontaine had no plans to leave.

Mr. Fontaine indeed was staying. He sensed the unease 
in the young couple and said, "This is worth the price 
of admission. And definitely worth you two not getting 
punished."

He stared at Jordan's ass pushing into Christy. They 
were very hushed at the thought of a grown man 
witnessing their most private act on public property.

They soon eased themselves into a zone where Mr. 
Fontaine melted away into the background like a stage 
prop.

Mr. Fontaine looked admiringly at Jordan's pale ass 
with tan lines from his underwear. The sight was enough 
to conjure up memories from camping with school 
friend's years before.

Like something clicked in his head, Mr. Fontaine took 
out his hard dick and began to stroke it. With pre-cum 
dribbling from the tip, he did the unthinkable.

Mr. Fontaine tiptoed behind the duo and rammed his cock 
into Jordan's backside. Jordan wailed like a fire was 
set in his ass.

"What are you doing!? You're a fucking fag!!!"

Mr. Fontaine ignored the vitriol and used his arms to 
shove Jordan forward into Christy.

"You just keep fucking her," he said, "You will find 
that you might get something out of this."

"You're raping me!"

"It's not my fault that you two made me hot," Mr. 
Fontaine spat.

Christy was too weirded-out for words. She was being 
fucked by her boyfriend who was being bum-fucked by her 
English teacher.

She could be forgiven for not knowing what to say.

Jordan's protestations concealed the fact that he was 
no ass virgin. 

At age eleven, he was sleeping on the bottom bunk as 
usual when his stepbrother Ian buggered him.

It was probably for the sake of proving his manhood to 
Christy that he hid his latent enjoyment from this.

"This is an unusual threesome," the horny teacher 
joked, "Do you mind if I call you Christy?"

"You're one sick fuck," shouted Jordan.

Sickened or not, Jordan spurted inside of his girl at 
around the same time the 35-year-old man came in his 
asshole.

"This is what bedrooms are for," said Mr. Fontaine as 
they finished the act together.

It was time for another cigarette and he had enough to 
share with the dumbfounded couple.

Didn't he know it was against the rules to smoke in the 
restroom? 

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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