Stories Of The Students, Teachers And Parents Who Attend A School Dance free porn video

Mike smiled at the girl on the couch. She returned an
inviting smile and he took a seat at her side, touching
her from shoulder to thigh. He had always thought that
Susan was the prettiest girl in his class, but he had
never worked up the courage to tell her. He turned his
face sideways and her face was right there, waiting to
be kissed. So he did.

He kissed her softly at first and then he moved his
lips on hers and then he slipped his tongue in her
mouth. He slid his hand across her flat tummy and
cupped her full, soft breast. Her leg crossed his and
nestled in his crotch against his erection. He began to
hunch his cock against the hard muscles of her thigh.
He didn’t know what to concentrate on most, her mouth,
her breast or the feel of his dick as it slid along her
leg.

Mike awoke with a gasp. He rolled away from the pillow
that he had been groping and probing with his aching
cock. When he caught his breath, he smiled in the dark
of his bedroom. That had been a pleasantly erotic
dream. He hadn’t thought of Susan in forever. He hadn’t
seen her since high school and that had been almost
twenty years ago.

But the ache in his cock was more than sexual. He had
to use the bathroom. He threw back the blankets and sat
on the side of his bed. The only light in the room came
from the glowing green numbers from a clock-radio. It
told him that it was two in the morning. He groped his
way to the bedroom door and opened it. The bathroom was
just past his daughter’s room and he was almost there
when the bathroom door swung open and the hallway was
bathed in blinding light.

“Uh,” said Mike squinting his eyes shut against the
light.

“Sorry Dad,” said his daughter, Michelle. She slowly
slid past him and then popped into her room.

Mike got over the toilet and reached down the front of
his pajamas to pull out his cock. It was then that he
realized that his fully erect member was already
jutting from the opening. He snorted. Michelle had
certainly gotten an eyeful. He was blessed in the penis
department. By the time he had become her present age
of sixteen, he had taken to laying a ruler along the
top of his erection. Without any strain at all the tip
of his cock would lay past the nine inch mark. The guys
at school, who had seen him in the shower, had taken to
calling him B.M. which stood for Big�Meat, a nickname
that was the source of much pride and embarrassment.

Mike finished urinating and returned to bed. Should he
tell his daughter that most guys weren’t as well
endowed as he was? Boy, he could just imagine that
conversation. Or worse, did she already know from
experience how big a normal penis was? She went out on
dates. She was cute. Hell, she was beautiful when she
bothered to dress up.

He knew from his own horny teenage years that her dates
would have constant erections. He could just see his
little girl wrapping her fingers around a bulging cock
and milking the cum out of it, or worse, stuffing it
into her eager pussy. Mike rolled over and moaned into
his pillow. He longed for the days when the biggest
worry he had about his daughter was whether or not she
was wearing her bike helmet.

Michelle settled into her bed. She had always known
that her father was a good looking man. He stayed fit
and trim, and her girlfriends were always telling her
how sexy they thought he was. She could just imagine
what they’d say if they knew that he was hung like a
horse. She had seen only one other cock in the flesh
and it had belonged to a past boyfriend named Johnny.

Johnny and she had progressed quickly from a heavy
make-out session on their first date to mutual
masturbation on their second. After a few weeks they
had moved on to steady sex. Given a generous
measurement, Johnny’s cock may have been six inches
long. Michelle had taken to teasing him by asking, “Is
it in yet?” Johnny would just growl and bang her pussy
faster and harder. Their sex lives had ended when
Johnny’s father had taken a job a thousand miles away.

Michelle rolled over and fluffed her pillow into shape.
She imagined her father’s big cock belonging to Johnny.
It would have looked like a third leg hanging from his
thin frame. She began to feel a warm heaviness settle
into her pussy. It would be nice to feel a cock like
that filling and stretching her pussy lips wide and
then sliding in, and in, and in even further.

She began to dream with a smile on her face. In her
dream, she was completely naked as she walked from her
bedroom in the city house into the living room of their
lakeside cabin. Johnny was there, sitting on the old
couch, he was equally naked. A penis a big as his
forearm jutted from his crotch.

“Where did you get that?” Michelle asked, nodding at
his throbbing erection.

Johnny shrugged. “I’m taking those hormone pills you
see on the Internet.” He gave her one of his slow, sexy
smiles that had won his way into her pants after only a
few dates. “Would you like to try it out?”

Michelle couldn’t deny the tingle in her pussy. “Yeah,”
she answered. She straddled his hips and tried to stuff
the huge cock into her pussy. She swayed her hips and
twisted and turned and tried to every way to get the
thing between her wet lips, but nothing worked. “It’s
too big,” she whined. “And the head’s too soft.”

“You’re just not big enough yet, honey,” said a voice
much deeper than Johnny’s.

Michelle looked up into her father’s face. It didn’t
bother her in the least that he had taken Johnny’s
place. “Oh daddy,” she said. “I was fully grown three
years ago.” She renewed her attack on the huge cock,
but she finally had to settle for hunching her clit
against its soft skin.

Michelle’s eyes popped open. Her hips continued to sway
back and forth, but there was no giant cock there. She
had managed to gather the overstuffed comforter of her
bed covers between her legs. She stopped moving when
she realized that an orgasm wasn’t going to show up any
time soon.

The next morning Mike’s mind was more at ease. He was
driving Michelle to her private school before he went
to work. The twenty minute drive gave them time to
discuss their plans for the day. “I got a call from
John Hardwick yesterday,” he said. Hardwick was the
principal at Michelle’s school.

“What did he want?” asked Michelle, suddenly leery
about what a principal might tell a parent. She was no
angel, but she couldn’t remember any deeds that would
warrant a call from her principal to her father.

“He asked if I could help chaperone the dance tonight.”
The school was hosting a fall social event that night.

“Oh, that’s cool,” she said, relieved.

“You don’t mind?”

“No,” she said. “We can ride together.”

“Don’t tell me that you don’t have a date?”

Michelle gave him a sly smile. “Well, I kind of told
four or five guys that I would meet them there. I hope
they don’t complain when I just happen to walk in with
the best-looking guy there.”

“Hey, nice suck-up to the old man there, kid,” laughed
Mike as he pulled to a stop in front of the school.

“It’s the truth,” said Michelle. She reached over and
squeezed the top of his thigh. “You are a very sexy
guy.” Before Mike could say anything she was out the
door and on her way. Mike could still feel the heat of
her hand on his leg. A little sexual tremor ran the
length of his cock. Now what the hell was that all
about?

Late that same afternoon, Mike was pacing the floor at
home. He checked his watch for the tenth time in the
last five minutes. He was ready to leave for the dance
but his daughter was still dressing. “Come on honey,”
he called. “I know it’s a social faux pas, but we have
to be there early.”

“If you’re waiting on me, you’re backing up,” said
Michelle as she swept into the room.

Mike gave his daughter an appreciative look. Like her
mother, she was almost six feet tall in her heels. But
unlike her mother, who strove to stay stick-thin,
Michelle had a much healthier look. Her sleeveless
dress of smoky silver silk had thin straps above lacy
trim that accented a large amount of cleavage. After
hinting at a waist, the dress fell to half way down her
thighs where the hem was trimmed in more lace. “That’s
a pretty slip, Michelle,” said Mike. “Now why don’t you
hurry and put on a dress.”

“Oh Daddy,” said Michelle. “That’s why they call it a
slip dress.” She took his arm and tucked it hard
against her breast as she led him to their car.

Even through the combined layers of the fabric of his
blazer, her dress and her bra, Mike could feel the mass
of Michelle’s breast move against his arm as they
walked. I really need a date, he thought. I’m fixated
on the feel of my daughter’s breast, and I think my
dick’s half hard. His wife had walked out of his life
three years ago and he hadn’t had a woman since.

When they arrived at the school, Michelle and Mike were
met at the door by Principal Hardwick. “Thanks for
coming, Mike,” said Hardwick. “And Michelle, you look
very pretty in that dress.”

“Thank you,” she said to the principal, and then her
eye was caught by someone’s waving arm. “Dad, I see
some friends. I’ll talk to you later.”

“OK, honey,” said her father. The two men watched her
walk away for a second and then turned to each other.

“They sure grow up fast,” said Mike.

Hardwick laughed. “For me, they stay the same age; it’s
the faces that change.” The two men chatted for a few
minutes, and then they noticed a pretty, young lady as
she approached. Hardwick greeted the woman and
introduced her. “Mike, this is Joan Preston. She’s been
on our faculty since the summer session. I’m going to
let her train you in the art and science of being a
chaperone at our school.”

“Hi,” said Joan, giving Mike a friendly smile. She had
brilliant, white teeth and short-cut straight blonde
hair. She was wearing a narrow skirt cut a couple of
inches above the knee and a form fitting red blouse
that had a ruffle down the front. “Let me give you a
tour,” she said as she steered Mike into a room large
enough to hold a couple of basketball courts.

“The dance is going to be in here,” said Joan. “It’s a
multi-purpose room that’s usually divided up into
classrooms and activity areas. You can see that most of
the curtains and room-dividers have been pushed to the
walls to make way for the dance floor. They make for
lots of nooks and crannies that the kids can hide in.”

“Now why on earth would they want to hide?” asked Mike
in a mock serious voice.

Joan laughed. “About what you’d expect. Some of them
want to smoke. Although why they think they won’t be
noticed is beyond me. And some want to drink – they’re
pretty hard to catch. But most are couples who want to
make out, or worse.”

“Or worse?” said Mike.

Joan laughed again, tossing her hair off her pretty
face. “Yeah, after several slow dances a lot of the
guys and some of the girls are little sexual bombs
eager to explode.”

“In the old days we never did that sort of thing at
school,” said Mike.

“No? You were all good little boys and girls?”

Mike laughed. “Not really, we just waited until we were
in our cars.”

Joan gave him a sexy smile. “I bet you messed up a seat
cover or two in your time.”

Across the room, Michelle watched as her father and Ms.
Preston walked and talked and laughed with one another.
Michelle heard a voice from behind say, “Isn’t that
your father with Ms. Preston?”

She turned and saw that a friend of hers, Tommy Rice,
was also looking at the couple. “Yeah, that’s him. It
looks like they’re having fun.” She and Tommy had known
each other for years. She knew that Tommy had a crush
on her that flared up from time to time. Michelle
thought he was cute but he had a reputation as a geek,
and she was at an age where coolness outweighed
friendship by a wide margin.

Tommy turned to her and said, “You know, I’ve got
something you might want to see.”

“What?”

“Come on,” said Tommy. “The dance won’t really get
going for a while.” They left the room and went down a
hallway as if they were going to the bathrooms, but
they went past that point, rounded a corner and entered
the school’s library. Tommy went to one of the
library’s computers and switched it on.

“You’re not going to show me some porn site, are you?”
asked Michelle. “I’ve seen all I want of women screwing
animals, and everything but the kitchen sink stuck in a
vagina.”

Tommy chuckled as he typed and clicked. “No, it’s more
interesting than that.”

She looked over Tommy’s shoulder and saw a list of e-
mails scrolling down the screen. “You’re hacking
somebody’s e-mail?”

“Yeah, it’s Hardwick’s. He had me set up his account
to filter out spam, and I left a backdoor so I could
take a look.”

She slapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll get caught and
expelled, or jailed.”

“You mean old lady Smith will get arrested. That’s who
I’m signed on as.”

Michelle had a mental picture of the obese and very
snobby English teacher being led away in handcuffs. She
giggled and said, “Can you make sure she gets caught?”

“Here it is,” said Tommy. He clicked on one of the e-
mails. “Read this.”

Michelle peered over his shoulder at the screen. It
read:

John,
I was looking through a trade magazine this morning and
saw that Joan Preston had joined your faculty. No doubt
you saw that her last position was as an instructor
over here at Harmon Junior College. I don’t know what
reason she gave you for leaving there, but it was a
real scandal. This isn’t a rumor; I got the story first
hand from some of the people involved. It seems that
cute little thing is a real sexual tiger. She was
stringing along several of the richer male students.
She collected more jewelry than the Queen of England,
and there were very few weekends or holidays that she
didn’t spend in the arms of one stud or another
somewhere very expensive.

She got away with it until she dropped one of the
students who just happened to have an uncle on the
board of directors. The young man ran to his uncle and
an investigation ensued. The board fired her and
threatened to invalidate her teaching credentials if
she made a fuss. Well, Ms Preston knew exactly what she
was doing. All the young men that she had ‘dated’ were
adults, and what they had received for their presents
and attention certainly didn’t have anything to do with
school work.

She threatened to take the board to court where she
promised to testify in excruciating detail about what
she had done with those students. By the time she was
through with the board, she had received a year’s
severance pay and a glowing reference in return for her
resignation. I doubt that she would try anything with
the boys at your school, but I know there are a lot of
wealthy fathers of those students who might think that
she would be a pretty little thing to play with. I just
wanted to give you a heads-up on Ms Preston. Now about
our ongoing golf bet.

* To read more about Joan Preston, page down to ‘Joan’s
Story.’

Michelle skipped the rest of the e-mail. “How about
that? Ms. Preston is a real gold-digger.”

“And your father’s the mine she’s picking at tonight,”
said Tommy. He hit a couple of keys and the printer
next to the computer hummed into life. A few seconds
later, he handed a printed copy of the e-mail to
Michelle.

She took the paper, glanced at it, and then folded it
neatly and put it away in her clutch. “Thanks,” she
said, “but come on, my father wouldn’t be interested,
she’s not all that pretty.”

“Are you kidding? She’s the cause of half the hard-ons
in school. Have you ever been in one of her classes?”
Michelle shook her head. Tommy stood up and perched on
the edge of the computer desk. “She starts out like
this. She sits on a stool in front of the class. And
she crosses her legs, like this.” Tommy gave his
impression of a woman smoothing down her skirt and
crossing her legs as she sat. “She starts to lecture,
and then she really gets into what she’s talking about
and she switches legs and crosses them the other way.”
Tommy did so. “But like I said, she’s really into it,
so she forgets to pull down her skirt. Then guys start
asking questions and she’s squirming around on that
stool. Pretty soon, the bottom of one of those short
skirts she wears is practically in her lap, and oh-my-
God does she have great legs.”

Michelle felt a twinge of jealousy. Tommy was supposed
to have a crush on her, not some old teacher who was
pushing thirty. She stepped between his legs and
trailed the tips of her fingers along his thighs. “Well
thanks for the warning,” she said as she tilted her
head and lifted her face in invitation to a kiss.

The last time Tommy had kissed her he had smashed his
lips on hers so hard she was afraid that he might
loosen a tooth. But tonight he lightly pressed his lips
on hers and only when she didn’t pull away did he kiss
more firmly.

Wow, who’s been teaching him?, thought Michelle. It
felt very natural when his tongue slipped into her
mouth. She responded, and in a few seconds his hands
were on her ass, pulling her closer. Their tongues
played for a long minute as her hands moved around on
his lap until she found something long and thick with a
pounding pulse. “Still thinking about Ms Preston?” she
asked as she began to pull away.

“Ms who?” he said with a wicked grin. He put his hand
on hers and pressed it onto his rigid cock. “But how
can I go back to the dance with this big bulge in my
pants.”

“Probably the same way you walk out of Ms. Preston’s
class with one,” she said dryly.

“Oh, come on Michelle,” pleaded Tommy. He slid her hand
back and forth on his still-hidden cock.

Michelle measured the length of Tommy’s cock as she
allowed him to use her hand like some jerk-off toy.
Wow, she thought, he’s big. I wonder if he’s as big as
my father? Of course there was an easy way to find out.
She used her free hand to unzip his pants.

“Oh, yeah,” said Tommy. He eagerly helped her pull his
rigid cock from the confines of his pants. In a second
it was jutting obscenely from his fly. Maybe not quiet
as big as Dad’s, thought Michelle with some pride. She
wrapped her fingers around his dick and started to jack
him off with practiced ease. He certainly wasn’t the
first guy that she’d done this to. Her fingers bumped
over the head of his thick member with a steady rhythm.
Tommy pushed himself off the desk and spread his legs.
He thrust out his hips to give Michelle plenty of room.
In a couple of minutes he hissed. “I’m going to cum.”

Michelle adroitly slid to one side as she quickened her
hand job. She could feel his cock swell in her hand.
Tommy grunted, and three health streams of milky white
cum erupted from the tip of his cock to land on the
library rug. Unfortunately, one last string of cum
oozed over both Michelle’s fingers and the head of
Tommy’s cock. The two teens froze in place, not wanting
to soil their clothing. Their eyes met and they started
laughing. “Now what do we do?” she asked.

Tommy reached inside his blazer, and with a flourish,
he pulled a handkerchief from an inner pocket. “My
stepmother always said to be prepared.”

Michelle took the proffered cloth and cleaned the warm,
slimy stuff from her fingers and Tommy’s slightly
wilted cock. “I don’t think this is what your mom had
in mind,” she said as she carefully folded the
handkerchief and handed it back to Tommy.

“You’d be surprised,” he said, putting the handkerchief
away.

Michelle started to ask him what that was supposed to
mean when a sudden blare of music sounded in the
distance and the two teens headed to the dance.

** To read more about Tommy and his stepmother page
down to ‘Tommy’s Story’.

For almost two hours, Mike circumambulated the hall. He
had faithfully checked behind drapes and partitions,
but so far there were no misbehaving students to be
found. He stepped behind yet another set of heavy
curtains bunched near an outside wall. There was an
open space there, but it was pretty much filled with
stacks of chairs. He was about to move on when he heard
a giggle from beyond a far set of curtains. He quietly
sidestepped the chairs and pulled aside the curtains
just enough to see what was going on.

He was not quiet surprised to find yet another hiding
spot. This one was formed where the heavy wooden panels
of a sliding partition were folded against the outer
wall. A young man was standing in front of those
panels. He had his head thrown back, his eyes were
closed and a smile played on his lips. Mike’s eyes
moved downward and there he saw the young man’s date.
She was calmly sitting in a chair with her lips wrapped
around his cock. Her head was moving back and forth in
a steady rhythm. The boy had his hands on his hips,
which twitched whenever the girl hit a particularly
sensitive spot.

Mike felt his cock swell like a balloon. He knew that
he ought to break up their little tryst, but they were
going about things in such a very matter-of�fact manner
that he hesitated. Clearly, the girl wasn’t being
forced. If anything, she looked downright enthusiastic.
The boy suddenly took a deep breath and grimaced in
ecstasy. “Oh, yeah,” he sighed as he released his
breath and jutted his hips forward.

The girl pumped her head a few more times, then took a
long final pull on his cock. She sat back and his
still-stiff member popped out of her mouth and waved in
the air. It looked moist, but not messy. Clearly, the
girl had taken care of his cum. She stood and Mike gave
a silent snort of amazement. In her heels, the girl was
more than a head taller than the boy. Not only that,
she was drop-dead gorgeous. Why in the world was she
sucking off this ordinary little shrimp of a guy, he
wondered.

Mike stepped back and grabbed at his crotch. He
rearranged his aching cock and gave it a couple of
strokes through his pants. I sure could use a pair of
soft lips like those stretched around my dick about
now, he thought.

“Eddy, you’ve danced with every girl here but me,” said
the girl’s petulant voice from the other side of the
curtain.

“Yeah, Beth, but you’re the one I’m going home with,”
said the boy. He sounded totally sure of himself. “Or I
could get you off right here.”

Oh wow, thought Mike. He’s going to eat her pussy, or
maybe the little stud is still hard and he’s going to
fuck her. Mike took a step back toward the crack in the
curtains, but he froze when his foot struck a chair and
sent it screeching across the floor. By the time he was
able to take another peek, the young couple had fled.
He turned to rejoin the dance when suddenly, the lights
dimmed and the music took on a slower beat. It was so
dark in the little alcove that he had to feel his way
back to the dance floor.

Mike watched the couples slow dancing. The organizers
had certainly poured on the atmosphere. The lights had
been turned down low, except for a couple of spotlights
that reflected off a mirrored ball that hung in the
center of the room. He wondered about the couple he’d
been watching just a minute ago. He found them a few
minutes later. They were at a far edge of the dance
floor. Mike wandered closer to the couple. Beth and
Eddy they had called themselves, he remembered.

***To read more about Beth and Eddy, page down to ‘Beth
and Eddy.’

Mike moved slowly until he could see the young couple
against a background of other dancers. They were the
picture of awkward teen love. The taller girl had her
tan arms around his neck. His face was nestled into her
bare shoulder. The innocent picture changed as Mike’s
gaze lowered. He grinned and shook his head. Eddy’s
hand had lifted the front of Beth’s short skirt and
dived into her panties. Mike watched the muscles of her
long legs ripple as the boy’s finger swirled in her
pussy.

Mike’s cock had fallen to half-mast, but now he felt a
fresh surge of hot blood. These kids are going to have
me running to the restroom to jerk off, he admitted to
himself. He had taken a step forward to break up the
horny couple before they ended up fornicating on the
dance floor, when Joan appeared at his side.

Mike glanced at Joan and said, “Look at that.” He
nodded at the young couple.

Joan sniggered. “We’ve been looking for horny kids in
the nooks and crannies, and here they are, doing it on
the dance floor.” She squinted her eyes to get a better
look at the couple, then Joan gasped and put her hand
on Mike’s arm. “I know those kids, they’re cousins,”
she said in a scandalized voice.

“You’re kidding, I better go break them up,” said Mike.
But before he had gone two steps, the girl seemed to
stumble. She hugged the boy fiercely, and then just
that quick, his hand was out of her panties and they
were walking off the dance floor, hand in hand.

Mike turned back to Joan. She had her hand over her
mouth and her eyes were crinkled in laughter. “I think
you were too late,” she said as Mike drew near.

Mike shrugged and shook his head. He smiled and said,
“I think you’re right.”

Joan checked an expensive-looking gold watch on her
wrist. “The dance is almost over. What say we two
diligent chaperones take a turn around the dance
floor?” she asked.

“OK,” agreed Mike. He held out his hands in the
conventional manner, and was surprised when Joan put
both of hands on his shoulders and snuggled close. He
put his hands on her waist and began to sway to the
music. His erection throbbed against her rocking hips
and never had a chance to fade away.

When the music stopped, Joan stepped back with a
playful look in her eyes. “Thank you, that was very
nice,” she said.

“I enjoyed it too,” agreed Mike.

“I know you did,” she said with a laugh. Before Mike
could respond, she continued, “Why don’t you check out
that area next to the storage closets for the divider
panels?” She casually pointed in that direction with a
finger under her chin.

“But I just came from…” Mike started to say, and then
his voice trailed off when he saw the look in her eyes.

Across the dance floor Michelle watched as her father
and Joan danced. Tommy, hands in his pockets, came to
her side and nudged her with an elbow. “See?” he said.
“She’s moving in.”

Michelle sounded annoyed when she said, “I guess you’re
right.” She saw Joan point and then she watched as her
father nodded his head in agreement, and then
disappeared into one of the room’s make-out spots.
Michelle grabbed Tommy by the shoulder and said, “Go
dance with Ms. Preston.”

“What?” he said in surprise.

“I know you’ve got a thing for her. Go ask her to
dance, and don’t take no for an answer.” She shoved him
in the direction of the sexy blonde.

Mike could hardly see a thing. He found the chair that
the girl had used to suck off her date earlier, and
took a seat. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pant legs
and took a deep breath. He felt as if he were fifteen
and waiting on his first date. At least he thought that
he had read Joan’s meaning correctly. She was going to
join him, wasn’t she?

The curtains parted and Mike saw the faint outline of a
feminine form before the curtains shut and all that he
could see was a shadow moving in the gloom. He felt
fingers on his shoulder and then a soft caress of his
cheek. “Listen, I…” he started to say, but then he
felt a finger across his lips.

Mike saw a dark shape before his face, and then he felt
a pair of soft lips on his. The kiss was long and
tender. He groped in the dark for the feminine body he
knew was attached to those sensuous lips, but a hand
stayed his arm. “Let me,” said the faintest whisper of
a voice.

Mike relaxed as much as he could in the bare, plastic
chair. Hands worked at his zipper and in a second his
cock was free. He felt fiery fingers wrap about his
erection and begin a firm stroke. Her hair tickled his
face, and its fragrance was somehow warm and
comforting. He couldn’t stay still. He was a second
from crushing her body to his, when all the pent-up
sexuality of the evening erupted from the tip of his
cock. It felt as if he were practically pissing cum.
She pressed his cock against his groin, and Mike felt
his lap grow warm. Suddenly the curtains opened,
closed, and then he was alone.

Aw shit, thought Mike, as he put away his cum-covered
cock, she could have taken care of this load. He felt
in his coat pocket for a handkerchief, but there was
none to be found. He sighed; how was going to clean up
his pants? A thought occurred to him. He pulled out his
shirttails � his shirt had a generous cut � and cleaned
up his pants as best he could.

Mike buttoned his coat over the dark spot on his pants
and made his way back to the dance floor. He decided
that he could explain away any stains to spilled punch,
and he would just have to ignore the squishy feelings
in his pants.

Michelle appeared at his side as he returned to the
dance floor. She put her arm through his and pulled
herself close. “Can we go home, Dad?” she asked. “The
dance is over and I don’t feel good.”

“What’s the matter?” asked Mike as he patted her hand
absently. He looked around for Joan, wondering where
she could have gone. He finally found her. She was
dancing with a student. Mike caught her eye as her
partner turned her about. She turned the hand that
rested on the boy’s shoulder palm up, in a sort of
shrugging gesture. Then she curled a finger about and
pointed at the boy.

Mike frowned in confusion. What was all that hand
waving supposed to signify? He felt a tug at his arm
and Michelle said, “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Although she sounded more disgusted than weak and ill.
Mike did his own version of sign language for Joan,
gesturing first at Michelle and then the door. He could
always get together with Joan later.

“I’m sorry, honey,” said Mike. He began to lead them
toward the door to the parking lot. “How was the dance,
other than being sick?”

“Enlightening,” she said warmly, as she snuggled her
breast against his arm. “We’ll have lots to talk about
later.”

End of the main story.

*Joan’s Story*

Joan Preston checked her watch as she entered the
library at Harmon Junior College. She had an hour
before teaching her next class. She wanted some peace
and quiet, so she headed to the second floor of the
library and one of the solitary study desks that were
scattered among the stacks. She slipped a ‘Vogue’
magazine from her bag and settled down to a quiet hour
of reading.

“Hey babe,” came a whisper from behind her shoulder.

Startled, Joan snapped her head around to see Mason
Rouge, one of her former students, standing a few feet
away. “Hello, Mason,” she said, her voice was flat and
emotionless. She turned back to her magazine and
noisily snapped through several pages.

She felt a hand sliding from her shoulder to her
forearm and Mason’s breath on her ear. “I thought I’d
find you here,” he said softly. Joan suppressed a
shiver. Mason had been one of her past lovers. Harmon
Junior College was a jumping-off point for the well-to-
do young men of the area who needed their education
tweaked before they went on to more prestigious
colleges. She took full advantage of her teaching
position to meet and seduce the good looking ones who
had money to burn. She provided ball-bursting sex, and
they couldn’t spend money on her fast enough.

Breaking off the relationships usually wasn’t a
problem. The studs moved on due to graduation, or due
to the fact that Joan could be one cold bitch if she
needed to be. But Mason had been the exception. He was
devastatingly handsome as well as very rich. Plus, he
knew how to fuck like a tireless machine. The problem
was that he could cling like a suffocating vine. When
he had begun to propose marriage, she had tried to be
rid of him, but he wouldn’t take loud, emphatic
rejections for an answer.

“Have you resorted to stalking me, Mason?” she asked.

“I just wanted you to know that I’m graduating,” he
said.

“Oh really, did your uncle finally fix enough grades
for you?” Mason wasn’t much of a student, and she
couldn’t resist the barb. Mason’s uncle, Talbot, was on
the school’s board of directors. The man was a fat
lecher who had to depend on Mason’s side of the family
for his money.

Mason shrugged. “I’m not above using my family ties.”
He moved his hand to gently cup her breast and snuggled
his mouth to her ear so that it tickled her when he
said, “How about one last fuck for old time’s sake.”

Joan writhed in his grasp. She looked around to see if
anyone was watching. “We broke off, Mason, let’s just
let it go at that.”

His hand went to her knee and then slipped its way
under her Donna Karen skirt. “Right here, right now,”
he said, “you know you like it when it’s dangerous.”

Joan felt a spasm in her pussy as she clasped her
thighs around his hand. He knew how to push her
buttons, but this was not the time or place, even if
she were so inclined. “I’m not going to screw you in
the middle of the library,” she hissed.

“In the rare books section then, you can get us in.” He
ran the tip of his tongue along the line of her jaw.

Joan felt herself weakening. Her current boyfriend knew
how to shower her with gifts, but he was a dud in bed.
Mason, on the other hand, had a good-sized cock and he
knew how to use it. “OK,” she said, licking her lips,
“one last time, and then we’re out.”

Mason followed Joan to the third floor of the library.
Over the years, various alumni had donated hundreds of
irreplaceable books, and they were kept in an area with
limited access. Few people ever used the room. Any
teacher had access, but only a few of the students
could enter without authorization. Joan ran her school
identification card through the reader of the
electronic lock. There was a click, and then she and
Mason were in the room. Mason took the lead and in a
second they were out of sight amongst the shelves of
old tomes.

Mason kissed her hungrily. He ran his hands all over
her body and undid the one button that kept the top of
her dress closed. He kissed down her neck and nuzzled
her cleavage. He skillfully lifted one of her firm
breasts from her demi-bra and ran his tongue over her
erect nipple.

Joan clasped Mason’s head to her sensitive tit. She
steadied herself with her free hand while she lifted
her foot to rest on one of the book shelves. Mason took
the hint and lifted her skirt. His hand zeroed in on
her pussy. He pushed and rubbed at the crotch of her
panties until they were slick with her juices.

“You ready, baby?” panted Mason. “My dick’s about to
break off in my pants.”

Joan didn’t say anything. She just caressed Mason’s
back and shoulders as he frantically fumbled at his
zipper. He pulled out his cock so that it thrust
obscenely from his fly. He wrapped his hand around the
shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. Clear precum
oozed from the slit and dripped down his engorged dick.
With a well-practiced move he sheathed his cock in an
extra-large condom, and then he fervently threw up the
hem of Joan’s skirt.

Joan felt Mason pull aside the crotch of her panties
with his finger. He looked awkward as he bent his
knees, arched his back and thrust his hips forward, but
then she felt the head of his cock on her pussy lips.
With a masterful lunge, Mason shoved his cock upward
into her sweet vagina and shoved his tongue down her
throat.

Joan was overwhelmed. She couldn’t catch her breath and
she had to wrap her arms around Mason’s shoulders to
keep from falling. He lifted her entire body into the
air with each thrust of his cock. Her clit was being
thoroughly massaged, and she felt her orgasm surging
upward.

Mason broke off their kiss and buried his face on her
shoulder. His hot breath blew across her exposed
breast. Joan felt the first hot, swell of her orgasm
roll through her pussy. A few seconds later came the
next pulse, stronger than the first. The surges through
her cunt came faster and harder. Joan knew that
sometimes the quick orgasms could be the sharpest and
keenest. The next rush of sexual tension heaved her
over the edge into a pussy-cramping cum. High pitched
gasps escaped Joan’s lips that were drawn back in a
rictus of bliss. Seconds later, Mason shivered in her
arms as he came.

“Let’s go,” said Mason as he looked at his watch. He
had put away his shrunken cock and now he was almost
dancing from one foot to the other with impatience.

Joan ran a finger under her bra strap to settle it into
place. “Go on if you want,” she told him, “I think I
can find my way to the door.” Mason stuck his hands in
his pockets and flared his nostrils. Then he took a
deep breath and sighed in the way that men do when
they’re forced to wait on a woman.

Joan smoothed her hair into place, and then motioned to
Mason to lead the way. They were almost out of the rare
books room when she heard the muffled thud of a book
hitting a carpeted floor. She let the door swing shut,
locking Mason on the outside as she turned back into
the room. She heard his low voice and a tap on the
door, but she ignored the sounds. She walked softly
down the rows of books until she was just past the
place where she and Mason had been fucking moments
before. A large fat man was there. He was putting a
book back on a shelf with one hand while holding what
looked like a video camera in the other.

“Hello Talbot,” said Joan. Her voice was calm and flat.
Everything clicked into place for Joan. Mason’s
seduction had played out just as he had wanted it to.
Now she had to find out what Mason and his uncle
intended to do with the tape he’d just made.

“Hello Joan,” said Talbot. He tucked the camera under
his arm as if he were a football player about to charge
through the line.

The stiletto heels of Joan’s Jimmy Choos thudded into
the carpet as she strode toward Talbot’s fat figure.
“What are you up to?” she asked, hands balled defiantly
on her hips.

“Well,” said Talbot, drawing out the word, “since
you’re here, you might as well know. Mason is
desperately in love with you. He asked me for help in
getting you back together again. I thought that some
direct action in the form of blackmail would do the
trick.”

“Blackmail?”

“Yes,” said Talbot. “He’s quite infatuated with you,
although he thinks it’s love.”

“And I’m supposed to agree to some sort of relationship
under this duress?” asked Joan in a scathing tone.

“It’s either that, or I go to the board of directors
with this tape,” said Talbot.

Joan drew a long, thoughtful breath. “Well, I think
that it was actually Mason who came up with this
situation-comedy scheme, and you went along with it to
keep whatever scraps his family throws your way. I
guess he thinks that I’ll run crying to him so that he
can manfully handle the matter to my everlasting
gratitude.”

“No, no,” said Talbot quickly, “it was all my doing.”

Joan looked down for a second and then turned her
attention back to Talbot. She said, “I see that you
must have enjoyed our little show. There’re cum stains
on your pants. You should be more careful when you play
the voyeur.”

Talbot craned his head forward and down in a vain
effort to see his pants over his enormous belly. What
he did see was a flicker of movement just before Joan’s
open palm slammed into the side of his face. Through
tear clouded eyes, he watched as Joan massaged her
hand. “Tell that cowardly weasel that you call a
nephew, that I’ll rip his dick out by the roots if he
ever comes near me again,” she said. She turned and
headed for the door.

“I’ll break you,” Talbot hissed through his aching jaw.

“Do your damnedest, you lecherous old asshole,” she
threw over her shoulder as she marched away.

*End of Joan’s story*

** Tommy’s Story**

Tommy grabbed a grenade and positioned himself in front
of the metal alloy door. He took a step forward and the
door’s automatic sensor snapped it open. He tossed the
grenade through the opening, and then stepped back in
time for the door to close him off from the explosion
that followed. There was a muffled cry of pain from the
other side of the door. Tommy smiled and took up his
rifle. He stepped through the door just in time to see
his enemy turn and raise his weapon.

Tommy could see that the soldier was heavily wounded,
but the bloody figure was still able to pour a heavy
rate of fire in his direction as it backed away down
the corridor. Tommy’s body armor was being degraded as
it absorbed hit after hit, but he took his time as he
raised his rifle and settled the sights right between
the eyes of his enemy. He fired, and the enemy
soldier’s head exploded in a shower of blood, bone and
gray matter.

Tommy walked over to the headless, twitching form. A
bloody red stain was pooling around the body. A black
rectangle appeared over the corpse and words began to
form in the box. ‘I really, really, really hate it when
you do that,’ Tommy read.

He pulled his keyboard closer and typed, ‘u r getting
better…I was lucky 2 get behind u.’

‘Good game,’ typed his opponent, ‘c ya later dude.’

‘OK,’ typed Tommy, and he pushed away his keyboard. He
heard a couple of taps on the open door of his room and
he turned to see his stepmother standing there.
Catherine was dressed � immaculately as usual � in
white linen slacks and a blue Oxford cloth shirt. Her
shoulder length honey blonde hair was swept back and
held in place with a gold clasp.

“Is the world safe for democracy once again?” she asked
with a smile.

Tommy pumped his fist in the air and said, “Yes, I have
triumphed over the forces of evil.”

“Well, I hate to drag you away from your solemn duty,
but your dad laid down one of his edicts before he left
on his trip this morning.”

Tommy groaned. His father was a good guy, but when he
said jump, it was best to get both feet off the ground.
“What now?” he asked. Last week he had been tasked with
cleaning and painting their swimming pool before his
father would allow it to be filled for the summer.

Catherine took a seat on the edge of his bed. “He said
that it was time for you to…uh…spruce up a bit. Get
a haircut and some more mature clothing.”

Tommy looked down at his wrinkled tee-shirt and below-
the-knee length baggy shorts. “I dress like every other
teenager,” he said.

Catherine raised her eyebrows and said, “I think that
was his point.”

Tommy sighed and ran his fingers through his uncombed
hair. Being the rebellious youth really wasn’t in his
nature. It was worth a haircut and some new clothes to
keep his father happy. He said, “I guess that’s not too
bad. At least I won’t get sunburned and dehydrated,
like I did in the pool.”

“And,” continued Catherine, “there’s a formal party at
the country club next month. He wants you to put in a
good appearance there.”

“So as I am now, I embarrass him in front of his
golfing buddies. Is that it?”

Catherine shook her head. “Your father is very proud of
you. You make excellent grades and you stay out of
trouble. He just wants me to tweak your social skills.”

Tommy frowned and studied his shoes for a few seconds.
This wouldn’t be so bad, he decided. He stood and
walked over to Catherine. He took her hand, bowed over
it and gave it a loud smacking kiss. “Madam,” he said,
“I am ready to be tweaked. Where do we start?”

She laughed and wiped the back of her hand on his bed
sheet. “I guess we can skip over hand kissing and go
shopping first.”

For the next week Tommy felt as if he’d gone back to
school. He learned more than he cared to about dining
etiquette, and he and Catherine talked about current
events endlessly. Not that he minded spending time with
her. She was certainly pretty and she seemed more like
an older sister than a stepmother.

Catherine had been raised by an overprotective father.
She had gone to private girl’s schools, and graduated
from college with an advanced degree in English
literature. After graduation she had planned on
traveling for a couple of years, and then maybe
accepting one of the many proposals of marriage that
came her way. But then her father passed away, and she
learned that his estate was nearly bankrupt. She was on
the verge of having to consider actually working for a
living, when Tommy’s father, Randolph, appeared like
someone out of a romance novel.

He was fifteen years her senior, but very good looking
and he possessed an overwhelming personality. He
courted her with the same passion that he ran his
successful businesses and soon they were wed. But after
a romantic honeymoon, Randolph turned his attention
back to business. Catherine began to feel as if she was
more of a social secretary than a wife. She hardly ever
spent time alone with Randolph, and their sex life was
nothing to shout about. It was like, OK, I shot a load,
you had your orgasm. Let’s cross that off until next
week.

Tommy grabbed his skateboard and headed for the door.
After a week of lessons, he had managed to avoid
Catherine all day. Now he was anxious to take advantage
of the long, paved driveway in front of their house,
and get in some boarding. He was almost out the front
door when she called, “Oh, Tommy.”

He turned and saw that Catherine had appeared in the
foyer behind him. He groaned, “Not more lessons right
now. I was going to get some exercise.”

She gestured for him to follow her. “Come on, you’ll
get plenty of exercise.”

“Doing what?” asked Tommy as he followed her into the
family’s exercise room. Catherine used the various
machines therein to keep her slim figure fit and toned,
but Tommy and his father could hardly ever be found
there.

She punched a button on an executive-sized stereo and
soft music began to play. “It’s time for you to learn
to dance.”

“Oh please,” whined Tommy. “I’ve got two left feet.
I’ll break your toes. I don’t really need to dance, do
I?”

Catherine pointed to his skateboard. “If you can ride
that thing, then you can dance. Besides, girls love it
when a guy masterfully leads them across the dance
floor.”

Tommy wasn’t so sure about that, he did absolutely
nothing masterfully when it came to girls. On the other
hand, Catherine was looking pretty hot in her form
fitting workout clothes. He threw up his hands and
said, “OK, where do we start?”

An hour later, Tommy was soaked in sweat. His legs
ached with the effort of moving precisely to
Catherine’s instructions. But he was finally beginning
to enjoy himself. Instead of worrying about his feet,
he began to focus on the feel of Catherine’s body in
his arms and the fragrance of her herbal soap and
shampoo. In fact, he had worked up a terrific erection.
Fortunately, his cock was wadded up in his jockey
shorts so she couldn’t notice.

“I guess that’s enough for now,” she said as a song
ended. “The next time we’ll do some fun stuff, like
this.” She lifted Tommy’s hand and spun about under
their upraised arms. But Tommy hadn’t expected her move
and he stepped into her turn. Their bodies banged
together and he had to hold her close and hard to keep
her from falling to the floor. Catherine laughed, but
the only thing that Tommy could think of was the feel
of her breasts on his chest and her thigh on his
crotch. She looked into his eyes, and the next thing he
knew, he was mashing his lips hard against hers.

Tommy was in bliss for about two seconds, and then he
felt the pressure of Catherine’s forefinger on his brow
as she pushed his head back. “I’m afraid your poor
dancing is way better than your kissing,” she said as
she stepped out of his embrace.

Tommy clamped his hands to his face. “I am so sorry,”
he moaned between his fingers. “I don’t know what
happened.”

“Raging teen hormones, I suspect,” said Catherine, as
if it didn’t matter.

Tommy was relieved that she was being so cool about the
situation. But then he suddenly remembered what she had
said about his kiss. “Was it really worse than my
dancing?” he asked.

“Look, it’s OK. You have to learn how to kiss just
like you learn everything else.” She felt sorry for his
embarrassment. “Here, let me show you how this works.”
She pulled his hands down from his face. “Let’s say
it’s the end of a date. You walk the girl to her door.
You say what a good time you had… yadda, yadda,
yadda. Now you put the fingertips of both hands on her
shoulder or arms. Don’t grab her ass or anything.”

Tommy managed to chuckle and lightly touched Catherine
on her shoulders. “That’s the universal dating signal
for a goodnight kiss,” Catherine continued. “If she
looks at you and doesn’t pull away, then you can go
ahead and kiss her. Now keep your lips together and
pucker them just a little.”

Tommy did as he was told. When he closed his eyes he
was rewarded with Catherine’s warm, soft lips on his.
There were no fireworks, but it was certainly a
wonderful sensation. His cock began to throb with
renewed enthusiasm.

“If she pulls away, then you’re through,” said
Catherine matter-of-factly, as if she were giving more
dance instructions. “If not then you can do this. Close
your eyes again.”

Catherine’s lips landed on his once again, but firmly
this time. Then they began to move around in little
circles. She even kissed his top and bottom lips
individually. “The idea is for you to do it too,” said
Catherine without completely removing her lips from
his.

“Mmmph,” said Tommy as he complied. When he began to
move his lips opposite to Catherine’s the sensations in
his cock jumped ten fold. His heart was beginning to
pound and his face felt like it was going to burst into
flames when Catherine broke their kiss and stepped
back.

“And that’s about it,” she said, catching her breath.

Tommy stood there, stunned. He couldn’t find any words
to say, but he certainly didn’t want the lesson to end.
Finally he found inspiration. “But in the movies you
see guys kissing � you know � like their mouths are
open and stuff.”

“Yeah, there’s that,” said Catherine, “but it’s not
usually done on a first date. Don’t worry, you’ll pick
it up.”

“Please?” pleaded Tommy. “I’m a big enough nerd as it
is. Help me get it right.”

Catherine hesitated, but then she looked into his big,
puppy-dog eyes and relented. “OK,” she said, moving
closer. “Kiss me again; just keep your lips softer this
time.”

Once more Tommy did as he was bid. He felt Catherine’s
lips moving on his again and then something new was
added. The tip of her tongue was on his lips. And then
it was inside his lips. He immediately got the idea.
His tongue played with hers. Their mouths opened more
and more and their tongues probed deeper and deeper.
Tommy began to rock his hips against hers, but his
aching cock was so bound up he couldn’t really feel
anything.

Suddenly, he was standing there by himself. Catherine
was across the room where she picked up a towel and
wiped the back of her neck. “You… uh… got it right
on the first try,” she said, not facing him.

“Yeah, thanks,” said Tommy. He picked up his skate
board, dropped it, and then picked it up again. He
practically ran from the room. He forgot all about
skateboarding though. He made a beeline for his room
and threw off his clothes. His cock practically snapped
into the air when he freed it from the confines of his
shorts. He jumped into the shower and soaped up his
cock as the warm water flowed over his body. He relived
Catherine’s kisses over and over as his hand flashed up
down his hard-on. In less than a minute he was shooting
streams of cum across the width of the tiled shower.

The following morning, Tommy awoke with another
throbbing hard-on. He freed his cock from his under
shorts and rubbed it back and forth against the bed
sheet. Memories of kissing Catherine flooded back and
he began to stroke his cock in earnest. Suddenly, there
came a tapping at his bedroom door. “Are you up?”
called Catherine through the door. “The fitting for
your tux’ is this morning.” The formal party that
Tommy’s father insisted that he attend required a
tuxedo.

“Damn,” muttered Tommy. “Yeah, I’m up,” he called out.
He pulled the sheet away from his body and waved his
cock in the air. “Up and ready for you,” he murmured to
himself. He half hoped that Catherine would come
through the door and see him.

But all that happened was that she said, “OK, we leave
in twenty minutes.” Then he heard her footsteps as she
walked away.

It was more like thirty minutes later when they pulled
away from the house. Catherine drove a convertible BMW
two seat sports car with a manual transmission. She
knew how to push the car and Tommy loved to watch her
drive. This morning she was wearing a pair of white
shorts that had wide, cuffed legs. She had on a loose
fitting cotton top that buttoned up the front. Whether
by design or accident, her shirt was unbuttoned one
button too many.

The top on the convertible was down and as the wind
swirled around inside the car it floated the material
of Catherine’s shirt outward so that Tommy could
glimpse her bra and cleavage. He soon felt his cock
growing once more. But today he was wearing boxers and
his privates weren’t nearly in as much pain. When they
arrived at the haberdashery, he had to stuff his hands
in his pockets to hold down his erection. But after an
hour of examining tuxes in a dozen styles and fabrics,
he felt as if his penis had shriveled to nothing.

Tommy stood still stoically as the tailor tugged and
pulled and pinned and marked the material of the tuxedo
coat and pants. Catherine and Tommy had finally found a
style that she liked and that he could tolerate. The
mirror lined fitting room was tiny and when the tailor
finished, he had to leave in order for Catherine to
enter so that she could give her approval. She went
through her own version of the tugging and smoothing of
material ritual. Even though her touches were business
like and impersonal, to Tommy they felt like loving
caresses. His cock began to swell once more.

I am one horny little bastard, thought Tommy. I’ll have
to whack off again as soon as we get back home.

Then Catherine squatted down to examine the cuffs of
his trousers. Tommy could see right down the front of
her blouse. He could see her lacy bra and all the
smooth skin above it. His cock ballooned and began to
tent the front of his trousers. He froze in place,
trying not to draw attention to himself. If my dick
sticks out any more, he thought. It’s going to poke her
in the eye.

That’s when she looked up right into his groin. “That
pleat certainly doesn’t hang right,” she said. She
reached up to straighten the material and that’s when
her fingers bumped over the head of Tommy’s cock. She
didn’t say anything. She slid her fingers up and down
the pleat in his trousers, rubbing the back of her
fingers along the length of his cock. Then she stood
up; her face was inches from Tommy’s. She looked into
his eyes and Tommy put his hands on her waist. A second
later they were frantically kissing. Tommy slid his
hands onto Catherine’s ass and pulled her hips hard
against his cock.

“