Prom Night
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Prom Night
By Cal Y. Pygia
"You look lovely," Drake told his date as they walked hand
in hand to his Mustang, parked at the curb in front of her
house. Sharon was wearing a frilly lavender prom dress made
of silk and satin, lavender heels and a string of pearls
she'd borrowed from her mother. The dress was tight around
her ample bosom, and it was tight across the front and rear
as well, hugging her curves. She'd pinned the white
carnation corsage that Drake had given her to her breast.
She carried a tiny lavender silk bag, about the same size as
Drake's scrotum. Her hair was swept up in a blonde mountain
of tightly coiled tresses, and her blue eyes were
accentuated with lavender eye shadow. A touch of blush made
her cheeks a soft pink, to match the pale pink lipstick that
highlighted her full, sensuous lips.
"So - I'm passable?" she said coyly.
"You're more than passable; you're beautiful. I can't wait
to see you naked."
She pouted. "After all the time and trouble I went to?"
"You look fabulous," he replied, "but you look even better
naked."
She chuckled. "Flattery will get you everywhere."
The drive to the high school gym was a short but romantic
one. The night was bright with a full moon and the black
vault of heaven glittered with stars. Inside, a local band
was playing soft, syrupy music. The prom committee had gone
all out to decorate the cavernous interior of the gym. Crepe
streamers dipped in graceful crescents from the rafters.
Helium-filled balloons floated beneath the ceiling and were
moored to the bleachers. Totem poles stood on either side of
the entrance, and the punch bowl, cups, plates, cutlery,
napkins, and refreshments were set on surfboards supported
by other, shorter totem poles. The band wore Hawaiian shirts
and cut-off jeans. A mural showed surfers braving huge
waves as bikini-clad girls waved to them from a golden
beach.
"Let's dance," Sharon suggested.
"Now? We just got here. Besides, I'm starving. Let's get
some refreshments first."
"Dance now, eat later," Sharon insisted.
Reluctantly, he placed his right hand against the small of
her back and held her right hand in his left hand. He moved
to the music, Sharon following his lead. He was a good
dancer, as was she, and they enjoyed the feel of their hands
clasping one another. Sharon closed her eyes, laying her
cheek against Drake's strong, broad shoulder. She could
smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body. She loved
his tall height, his muscular build, and the strength of his
body. With him, she felt safe and secure. With him, she felt
happy and complete.
As they danced, she thought of their year-long courtship.
Seldom had they exchanged angry words. After all, her
submissive personality was a perfect fit for his dominant
demeanor. She acquiesced to his sexual desires without
question or complaint, not only sucking his cock but
swallowing the nectar of his warm, salty seed and taking his
thick, hard organ up her ass so that he could spill his
semen deep inside her bowels. He was like a wild man when it
came to sex. He'd made her learn to repress her gag reflex
and open her throat so he could fuck her in the mouth,
driving his prick back and forth inside her esophagus the
same way he drove his prick back and forth inside her rectum
when he pounded her in her ass.
He didn't make love; he assaulted her - and, she had to
admit, she liked it that way. Their fondness for rough sex
was one of the shared interests that sealed their love. As
far as Sharon was concerned, Drake could hammer her ass
anytime or thrust his prick down her throat whenever he
wanted. She was up for it as much as he was. As she thought
about his long, thick, hard cock jutting from his groin,
inches from her face, and the purple glans kissing her lips
before the shaft, entered her mouth, its sleek, rigid length
sliding over her tongue and past the inner walls of her
cheeks, shoving past her tonsils and into her throat, she
felt the familiar, tickling sensation in her loins. Her
nipples came erect, and she pressed herself more tightly
into Drake, letting him feel her excitement and the warmth
of her breath against his neck.
Drake's cock began to stiffen. He frowned. An erection
wouldn't be welcome at his high school prom, he thought,
imagining the shocked expressions of the girls and the angry
glares of their dates should he exhibit a hard-on at their
graduation dance. He couldn't picture anything more
mortifying. Fortunately, his anxiety caused his stiffening
prick to soften. It went limp again, wilting inside his
pants. He breathed a sigh of relief. If girls only knew what
guys went through, he thought.
A prick had a mind of its own. More than a few times, his
own recalcitrant penis had decided to engorge itself with
blood at the most inopportune time, causing Drake to hold a
notebook over his groin or place a book on his lap to hide
the offending erection. At least, this time, his penis had
decided not to embarrass him. The song ended, and Drake
escorted Sharon to one of the surfboard tables for punch and
hors d'oeuvres. On the way, girls stared at them, horror-
stricken looks on their lovely faces. They pointed, wide-
eyed and open-mouthed, murmuring to their dates. The boys
turned hard looks on Drake and Sharon.
What the hell were they so aghast about? Drake wondered. He
knew his erection had subsided. Was he unzipped? No, he
remembered distinctly having closed his zipper when he'd
dressed this evening. He'd made a point to check. He
shrugged, pouring a dipperful of punch into a cup for
Sharon. As he turned from the punchbowl to offer her the
beverage, his own eyes snapped wide and his mouth gaped. It
was true, he didn't have an erection - but his date
certainly did! The prom dress was tight, fore and aft, as
it was across the bosom. It emphasized her high, full
breasts, her shapely round derriere - and the thick, long,
hard erection bulging beneath the taut satin that covered
her groin!
As a shemale, she never should have worn such a tight-
fitting dress, he thought. She looked lovelier than any of
the other girls at the prom, even with the prominent bulge
in her gown, but the swollen penis proved, beyond a doubt,
that she was a shemale. Drake felt mortified. He blushed
furiously, angry at Sharon for wearing such a tight dress to
the prom. Then, he laughed. What the hell did he care what
the losers at his high school thought of him or his date? He
and Sharon were graduating; they could leave this sorry
town. They'd planned to go to New York or L. A. Sharon
wanted to be a model or an actress, and he'd agreed to be
her agent. They had their whole lives head of them, and
they'd show these small-minded, small town bigots! Besides,
Sharon, even with an erect cock plainly outlined by her
tight-fitting prom dress, was the best-looking girl at his
high school. Drake was aware of the music playing faintly
in the background.
"I'm sorry," Sharon said, a tear trickling down her sleek,
rosy cheek.
He kissed the tear away and smiled at her. "What for?"
She dipped her head toward the offending erection. "This."
"I'm not," he assured her. "I love you? every inch of you."
She smiled. "You do?"
"Inside and out."
"Thanks."
He held out her hands to her. "Would you care to dance?"
She stepped into his arms and the music swelled.
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