("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 29