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"Prom Night"
(M+F, group, oral, cons)
As we often did on Saturday nights, Leslie and I checked into our usual
suite at our favorite hotel in the downtown district. We planned to party a
little and stocked our room with the necessary liquor and mixers for making
Margaritas. We even purchased a small bottle of expensive tequila to shoot
in between our salty cocktails. Two joints of some killer, one-hit weed and
a nice size baggy of cocaine the kinky sex drug rounded out our party
supplies.
As we rode the elevator to the top floor, I noticed a lot of young people
dressed in formal wear. It was then that it dawned on me that this was Prom
season and the place was partially filled with teenagers getting their first
chance at playing grownup.
Just as we opened the door to our suite, a young couple came out of the
neighboring room, dressed for the dance they would hopefully remember for
the rest of their lives. I said hello and asked if they were going to be
partying all night? The young boy looked crestfallen and told me that he had
been unable to get any alcohol for the evening due to his age. He was about
6 ft tall, blonde and a damn good looking kid, obviously some sort of
athlete. His date was dark haired and green eyed, petite. Her tight fitting
dress made it apparent that she had a hell of a little body. I guessed both
of their ages at fifteen.
I smiled sympathetically and told him that we would probably return between
midnight and one, and that they were welcome to stop by for a drink. He told
me his name was Jason and his date was Karen and they might just take us up
on that. As soon as I was inside the door, Leslie gave me a pirate's smile
and wanted to know just what sort of foul deeds I was contemplating. I gave
her my best innocent smile, and headed off to the shower to start getting
ready.
Once we were both showered and dressed, Leslie and I toured the downtown
bars, playfully flirting with people we met. Some nights, we would pick out
a couple and if the chemistry felt right, invite them back to our suite for
a little late night romp. Sometimes it was just playful, sometimes there was
some serious sex involved. I guess Leslie was feeling a little passionate
that evening, since she kept pointing out prospects that I always vetoed.
One of our guidelines is that we have to agree on the people we approach. By
the end of the evening, I think she was a little pissed at me.
We called it quits around midnight and arrived back at the hotel at 12:30.
We had no more than sat down when there was a knock at the door. I went and
answered it and Jason the prom kid from earlier that evening was standing in
the hall looking a bit nervous. I told him to return to his room and wait a
minute.
Our rooms adjoined, and there was a double barrier door that was used to
turn our suite and their single room into a combined two bedroom suite. I
opened the door on my side and banged on the door on their side. It took
them a couple of minutes to figure the door system out, but they got it
opened. I explained that now nobody would have to roam the hallway just to
get five feet from one room to the other.
Jason and his little girlfriend Karen both came in and sat on the sofa in
the living room. I had forgotten that before we had left, I had ordered the
one price, all night adult channel and it was playing on the screen in this
room with the sound turned down. At first I thought of turning it off, but
then decided that this was my damn room and I would do as I please. Besides,
Karen appeared to be fascinated; staring at the images like the answer to
the meaning of life could be deduced from watching people fuck. Jason, on
the other hand seemed content to follow Leslie, in her low cut tight jeans,
around the room with his eyes.
Leslie headed off to the bedroom to change; flashing me that accusative
smile again and I did the honors, whipping up four margaritas and four shots
of straight tequila. With lemons and salt all around, the kids and I slammed
the scorching liquid before beginning to sip the salty mixed drinks. When
Leslie came back out, she was still in the jeans, but she had put on a more
casual crop top and comfortable sandals. She acted pissed that we didn't
wait on her to take our shots and Jason apologized all over himself until
Leslie laughed and downed her shot.
She also noticed that we were out of ice, grabbed the bucket and headed for
the door. As soon as she picked up the container, Jason the puppy jumped up
and insisted on escorting her down the hall to the ice machine. It was my
turn to give her an accusing smile. She rolled her eyes at me and
mischievously put her arm through his and skipped off like Dorothy hitting
the yellow brick road. Karen looked up at the two of them for a second
before sipping her margarita and returning her attention to the porn flick.
I told Karen that her parents must be pretty cool to allow her to stay the
night in a hotel with her date. She smiled sheepishly and admitted that
through a complex set of kids telling different stories to different parents
that her folks actually believed her to be at some girl's house for the
evening. I went to the bedroom and grabbed a hotel note pad and pen, shoved
it in my back pocket, came out and asked if I could take a look at her room
to see how different it was. She waved me on and I went through the doors
and looked around. I found her purse in the bathroom, right next to Jason's
wallet. I quickly pulled out their licenses and jotted down their names and
addresses before replacing everything as it was before my intrusion.
I had no intention of using this information, but a back up plan never hurt
anyone and blackmail is one effective tool.
I got back to my room just as the door opened and Leslie and her puppy came
in with the ice. Jason looked a little embarrassed and Leslie had a Cheshire
Cat grin covering her face. I figure she said or did something provocative
to the teenager that had momentarily scared him good. However, he didn't put
any distance between him and her. He stayed no more than one step away from
her for the rest of the evening. When she feels like it, Leslie can radiate
a smoky sexuality that is difficult for a grown man to resist and as for a
youngster like the puppy? Well, he had no chance at all.
I poured another round of shots and we all knocked them back. I was feeling
the warmth in my chest, so I know these kids were being affected. I then
recalled the joints we had brought along and dug one out and fired it up. I
gave Leslie a shotgun off of it and then offered it to our young guests.
They looked suspiciously at one another for a moment before Jason gave in
and took a hit. As if this changed everything, little Karen sucked down the
smoke like she grew up in Jamaica. So much for the "Just Say No" program.
Between the tequila, the margaritas and the herb, we were all flying pretty
high. Karen began complaining that the prom dress she still had on was
uncomfortable. I told her to go change. She whimpered that her clothes
really were at the girl's house where she was supposed to be spending the
night. Leslie chimed in and asked her if she had a slip on under her dress.
Karen said yes, and Leslie told her to drop the formal dress and wear the
slip like a sundress. Either logic or a good buzz convinced Karen to follow
this advice and she disappeared into their room to lose her outer garment.
Leslie was sitting at the four chair table located next to the end of the
bar, reflexively shuffling a deck of cards. Jason the puppy was, of course,
sitting next to her. She looked up at him with the innocent smile of a
newborn and asked if he would like to play some poker. He checked his
pockets and pulled out some wadded bills. Oh, no, she told him. No money
would change hands. They would play strip poker. This is a classic trick of
Leslie's and this young man had no idea that, while her smile might look
innocent, it hid a great white shark just behind her eyes.
Karen returned about five minutes later wearing the slip, a bra and panties.
While Leslie's suggestion had sounded reasonable, the slip turned out to be
rather short. When Karen moved certain ways, her slip fluttered and I kept
getting a glimpse of the triangle of white lace fabric that covered her
young sex. I was somewhat stiff the rest of the evening. She plopped back
down on the couch next to me and resumed watching the erotic show. I noticed
that she sporadically repositioned herself and I assumed the movie was
arousing her.
I fixed another round of margaritas, but did not pour any additional shots.
I did, however, put about twice as much liquor in each mixed drink. By the
time I delivered Leslie and her new puppy's drinks to them, the card game
was over. Although he had started in a tuxedo, complete with cummerbund, he
now sat wearing only his pants and suspenders. As best as I could tell,
Leslie was only missing a sock. With the game over, she gathered up the
donated clothing and hid it in our bedroom, explaining to Jason that he
would get them back in the morning. Being without them was simply the price
of losing. He made sure to run off into his room and hide her sock. We all
fell out laughing at that one.
As I was sitting next to Karen, she raised one leg onto the couch and hugged
it up to her chest. This exposed her again and this time she caught me
glancing down. I thought this may cause a crisis, but she merely grinned and
asked if I had another joint. I got up, retrieved it, fired it up and
escorted it around the room so that everyone got some. This time I gave a
shotgun to both Leslie and Karen.
That last joint seemed to push everyone into the zone where silliness
collides with a lack of inhibition. Jason and Leslie became louder and more
animated and I spotted the distinct behaviors that Leslie exhibits every
time she is seriously drifting towards fooling around with someone. Jason,
on the other hand, kept glancing nervously at me. Leslie had revealed some
aspects of my military background and that, combined with my larger size
made him think twice about moving in on my lady.
Leslie arose and overdramatically announced that if Karen could be
comfortable, so could she. She disappeared into the bedroom for several
minutes before emerging wearing one of my black dress shirts over a pair of
skin-tight black lace boy short panties. The shirt had the effect of a
miniskirt, but the combined outfit conveyed only one message to any straight
male: sex. She interrupted her promenade toward the card table to get a
cigarette out of a pack that sat at the end of the sofa. She made it look
incidental, but I knew this was just a well planned opportunity to pose. I
just shook my head, looked down and smiled. Jason the puppy, on the other
hand, had a wide-eyed look as if a heart attack might be a viable option for
him very soon.
I whispered to Karen, asking if her boyfriend always behaved like such a
hound. She replied that they were only dates for the prom and not, in truth,
seriously attached beyond that.
I think Leslie overheard that, because as she sat back down next to her
puppy, she moved her chair closer and put her hand on his arm. She then cast
a quick glance in my direction, intentionally catching my eye. Unbeknownst
to the kids, this was an old signal that she was going to persist in her
seduction unless I let her know that I was hostile to it. I smiled at her
and shifted my eyes quickly in the direction of Karen. Essentially, in those
two scarcely noticeable gestures, we had agreed not to complain about either
of us getting laid on the side that night.
However, more importantly, was what we both knew without the need for signs
or discussion. We would be using condoms to remain safe that evening, that
in the morning we would be going home together, that we would be making love
to each other by tomorrow evening, and that would be the end of this
particular story, period.
I refreshed all our drinks and sat back down on the couch next to the young
creature wearing the white teasingly named "sundress". She suddenly hopped
up and asked if she could kill some of the lights. She said it was too
bright as it was, and she doubted that another round of drinks would be
needed. With nobody complaining, she clicked switches until the only light
in the room was from the TV screen.
I could barely make out the silhouettes of Leslie and Jason, and could not
monitor what they were doing. Before very long, however, I did hear some
kissing sounds, a little whispering and giggling and the purring noise that
Leslie makes when pleased and at ease. I sometimes think that the tenor of
Leslie's love purr could convert the "Fab Five" from that "Queer Eye" show
onto our team. It has the precise frequency required to vibrate the male
body and soul into a spirited response.
I was feeling a bit left out and not confident at all as to what to do next.
Karen had been mesmerized all evening by the stupid adult movie marathon and
I had no idea if she was attracted, repulsed or simply bored. If that wasn't
enough, though I knew that legally there was no dilemma, I felt peculiar
about hitting on a teenage girl. This was beginning to feel like one of
those situations that seem more appealing in the mind than their reality
turns out to be in the world.
As I sat confused and uncertain, Karen reached her hand and took hold of
mine. She then pulled it to her lips and began to tenderly kiss and suck on
my fingertips. I don't know how this affects anyone else, but it drives me
insane. Any remaining trace of doubt or guilt melted under the sensation
originating at the tips of my fingers and surging all over my body. She
suddenly stopped and apologized, excusing herself for a trip to the
restroom.
Jason got up at the same time and headed off to the same bathroom as Karen,
which was the one in our suite. I cleared my throat to get Leslie's
attention and walked into the adjoining room as she followed me straight
into the remaining restroom. I heard the door close behind me and the click
of the lock. I turned straight into the embrace of Leslie and looked at her
in the dim glow of the safety nightlight. The feel of her body and the smell
of her hair were intoxicating and we kissed deeply. Our hands wandered down,
mine feeling her through her panties and hers grasping me through my jeans.
She quickly clapped her hand over my mouth as I let out a moaning sigh.
She placed her lips next to my ear and softly asked me if, in my amateur
legal opinion, if we could go to jail for this evening and after telling her
no, I enquired if, in her catholic opinion, if we could go to hell. She
wasn't as sure. That caused us a giggle.
I pushed Leslie back further into the room and told her that I needed to
feel her, just for a minute. This brought more suppressed giggles as it was
something we said that reminded us of our first encounter. I tugged her
bottoms downward and she turned and placed her foot on the edge of the
shower entrance. I unzipped my jeans and let them fall to my ankles. We slid
together with me behind her and remained almost motionless, simply enjoying
the way we felt together. After a couple of minutes, we reluctantly
separated and wet a wash cloth to clean up any evidence.
I asked what the boy was like and she said he was eager, but inexperienced.
I could tell she found it a little intriguing to feel like she was training
a beginner. She turned the tables on me and asked about Karen. I said that
so far I didn't have anything to report other than her sucking on my
fingers. This time I had to clap a hand over her mouth as she almost busted
up laughing. Leslie was fully aware of the affect that had on me.
On our way through the extra room, I tossed the incriminating wash cloth
under the bed.
When we got back to the suite, both our guests still had not returned. I
went back to the couch and Leslie returned to the dark corner where the
table sat. About the time I thought maybe fear had scared away our young
friends, they both stumbled back through the partially dark room, each
moving to their previous locations. As soon as Karen was safely back on the
couch, I used the remote to turn the TV off. I pulled her onto my lap and we
began kissing. Karen started out with the rapid tongue and lip motion of a
teenager, so I gently grasped her face in both hands and slowed her down
into a more enjoyable pace. I leaned her onto her back on the couch with our
lips still locked and explored with my free hand. It seems that while she
was away she had ditched the bra, so I massaged her slight breasts and
pinched at her nipples gently. She reacted by shifting her hips up and down
and pushing her tongue deeper into my mouth.
I slid my hand down her stomach and into the front or her panties. She was
furrier than I was used to, since most mature women kept things trimmed down
there. I slid my finger from one end of her slit to the other and began
stroking her clit. Karen began breathing quicker and thrusting her pelvis
against my hand.
As I was playing with Karen, I heard whispering across the room and heard
chairs knocking together. This was followed by the sound of feet slowly
working their way through the dark room. The bedroom door was quietly
closed, but there was no sound of it being locked. I could see light under
the door being adjusted with the dimmer switch in that room. It stopped at a
very dim setting.
Turning my full attention back to the young girl lying with me on the sofa,
I could tell that she was ready to move somewhere more suitable as our
companions had just done. I thought for a minute about what to do. Go to the
other room with the king size bed and privacy? Or be naughty and entertain
the voyeuristic side of my character and take the additional queen bed in
the suite's bedroom.
The devil on my shoulder won out.
I stood up and pulled Karen to her feet directing her away from the sofa,
walking behind her with my hands on her hips. She began to turn towards the
empty single room, but I guided her towards the door with the light
streaming from underneath. I felt her hesitate for a second, but an
encouraging prod got her moving in the correct direction. She stopped at the
door and I whispered into her ear to open it, and that I would close it
behind me before we went to whichever bed was empty without saying a word.
When the door opened, Leslie and Jason, lying on the first bed, jumped and
rolled a little apart from each other. I could see that Jason had removed
the clothes that he had not lost in the card game and that Leslie hadn't yet
removed her panties. The shirt she had on was partially unbuttoned revealing
her very sexy flat stomach. Without a word, I led Karen past the occupied
bed and sent her around to the other side, where she grabbed the opposite
side blanket and sheet from me and we yanked them down. Jason and Leslie
were still watching us somewhat shocked, but Leslie herself was beginning to
grin.
I took off my shirt and threw it over on a dresser and sat on the edge of
the bed and sent my socks off in the same direction as the shirt. I did not
remove my jeans, as I was going commando that evening and didn't want to be
nude just yet. Without any prompting, Karen discarded the slip/sundress and
crawled onto the bed and stood on her knees. She looked cute as hell wearing
white lace panties and kneeling in a pose reminiscent of an old Playboy
photo. I bounced onto the bed on my knees and kissed her as we both explored
each others bodies with caressing hands. I tossed her playfully down onto
her back and started working my tongue across her breasts and slowly down
her stomach. I rubbed her pussy mound firmly with my hand and continued my
licking downward, stopping at the top of her panties. I moved back up and
kissed her hard on the mouth and slid her panties down until she bent her
knees and helped me remove them completely.
Leslie had recovered from the arrival of uninvited guests and certainly was
not going to be outdone by me. I heard Jason gasp, and I snuck a peek at
them just as Leslie licked his dick from one end to the other before
slipping it between her lips and sucking hard. I moved down the bed and,
after spreading Karen's legs placed my head over her sex. She froze for a
second, apparently unused to oral pleasure. I moved slowly, tracing circles
around the edge of her fur until she relaxed and then I ran my tongue up her
wet slit. She moaned as I straightened my tongue into a hard point and
worked over her clit.
Glancing over the young girl's thigh, I could see that Leslie was having a
different problem than a frozen partner. Jason was humping up off the bed
from his back wildly, but Leslie pressed down on his stomach and settled him
down. I caught her glancing in my direction and our eyes met filled with
sparkling amusement and delight.
It only took a few minutes of this action to excite the kids to the point
where they might soon lose it. Leslie stopped first and pulled a condom from
the nightstand drawer and opened it. Then, just to make me watch and to show
off, she placed it between her teeth and lips and applied it to Jason. It
will sound odd, but the sight of my lady doing a stunt like that almost made
me cum. Jason made a clumsy move like he intended to move his face down to
taste Leslie, but she pushed him onto his back.
When I felt that Karen was breathing and writhing at a pace that seemed
prepared, I stopped eating her young pussy and lay back next to her on a
pillow. Karen unbuttoned my jeans, tugged the zipper down on my fly and
wrestled my pants off and onto the floor. I think she intended to go down on
me, but, like Leslie had done Jason, I discouraged her and picked a condom
out of the drawer instead. I opened the package and Karen insistently tried
to put it on me, having it turned with the roll backwards on the first try.
She achieved it on the second attempt and we began kissing again as she
squeezed my cock and I fingered her pussy.
Leslie was astride Jason when I looked the next time and was pulling her
panties aside and holding his dick to line up with her entrance. I watched
as she slowly inserted him into her. I saw that even Karen was watching this
erotic scene. Jason was turning red from trying to be still as Leslie s tiny
pussy teasingly engulfed his wrapped penis.
I was so turned on; I just heaved Karen on top of me, grabbed my cock and
roughly shoved it into her young pussy. She began bounding up and down,
working her sex over me wildly. I could tell this was not going to last very
long.
On the other bed, I heard Jason literally scream out and I immediately
recognized the cause: Leslie had clamped down her powerful internal muscles
on him like a vice. As she slackened the pressure, Jason pumped for a few
minutes before yelling out once again as he came like mad in Leslie's
perfect sex.
I didn't last but a couple of minutes longer before I too exploded. Karen
seemed to get off some, but with girls that age, it is really hard to
distinguish between what they felt and what they imagined. I just held her
on top of me until my dick stopped twitching.
Though she obviously enjoyed it, I don't think Leslie quite got off. She
smiled at me nonetheless as things calmed down, satisfied that she had given
that young man an unforgettable experience.
After resting for a while, both Jason and I slipped out to the bathroom to
ditch the used condoms. Heading back to the bedroom, we met Leslie as she
headed to the kids room explaining that since they were not really together,
Jason and Karen might like to sleep in the two beds in our room. Jason
agreed and went straight back to the bed he and Leslie had shared while
Karen snoozed on the one her and I had used.
I hugged Leslie, kissed her deeply and we crawled into the fresh king sized
bed. We snuggled up to one another, intending to go to sleep. However, with
her still unsatisfied and her scent in my nose and her body against mine, we
became aroused again. We started making love somewhat raucously. This
apparently both awakened and excited the kids.
Shortly after we began, the sound of bare feet padding through the suite
reached us and both Jason and Karen slipped into bed with us. Luckily, Karen
entered my side and Jason entered Leslie's. We all four spent a few hours
messing around and fucking together in various combinations before drifting
off to sleep in a pile of bodies. This session had left everybody satiated
and the floor littered with condoms and wrappers as if the Prom had ended
here with confetti dropped from the ceiling at midnight.
I awoke in the morning to the smiling face of Leslie leaning her head on her
arm and looking at me. She pointed downward to the two young friends
intertwined around us both and dead asleep. I grinned back and leaned over
and kissed her.
The exotic memories of the previous evening came flooding back and made me
very impatient to get my beautiful lady home and alone. She noticed the
predatory look in my eye and lightheartedly glared at me like I was nuts,
but I knew that once we were home, showered, and relaxed, I could talk her
into a seduction.
Hell, if I had to, I could always swear to take her to another Prom
- The End -