An adult stories – High School Dates Ch. 17 by m_storyman_x,m_storyman_x October 1982
Chapter 17
Chris had me get in the car on the Friday night, a week before my wedding. I was sure this was my bachelor party, but he hadn’t said where we were going or what we were doing. All he said was, I was going to enjoy it and I had permission from Betsy to enjoy it to the fullest. I had no idea what that meant, but I could guess it would most certainly include sex of some form.
We drove across town to a small building, too small and non-descript to be any kind of bar or club. “Come on,” he said, as he got out, giving me no more idea than I had on the drive. I shrugged, then climbed from his car. In only a few moments we weren’t alone. My group of high school friends, all of the geek squad as we called ourselves, were there. Chris of course, Mike, Tim, Randy, and even Bruce. We stood around outside said our hellos and shook each other’s hands after not seeing each other for so long. It was rare that we all got together, but we tried at least a couple times a year.
“So, you’re finally getting married, huh?” Randy said, with a grin. “You know, you set things in motion with hooking up with Mandy, don’t you?”
“I did?”
“Oh yeah. Chris, of course, ended up with the second hottest girl in school. And guess who called me for a date a month ago?”
“Called you for a date?”
“Well, sorta. She backed into my car at the grocery store and wanted to apologize. I jokingly told her it’d cost her a date. So, we had a nice dinner, after which she took me to her apartment and fucked my brains out! We’ve been seeing each other ever since.”
“Okay, enough sexy talk. Who?” I asked curiously.
“Jessica Danning Mandy’s friend? Her jock fiancé dumped her six months ago.”
“And she hooked up with you?”
He chuckled. “She said it was refreshing to be with someone that clearly worshiped not only her body, but her mind.”
“Well, congrats man!” I said, pounding him on the back.
“So, what are we doing here Chris?”
“Secret bachelor party.” He said with a grin. “So, you guys gotta be totally quiet until we take his blindfold off.”
“Blindfold?” I asked quickly.
“Part of the surprise dude. Trust me, I wouldn’t let you get hurt. Betsy would cut my pecker off if I did!”
“She sure as hell would,” I agreed with a chuckle. “Okay, give me the blindfold.” I said, taking the sleep type eye mask from him and putting it on. He led me by the arm through the door I heard him open. I could tell by the sound of our steps, it was a fairly large room, just based on the echoes of the wood floor I was walking on. He stopped me after some distance. “Okay. Strip.” He said with a soft laugh.
“Strip? You serious? I don’t even know where I am!”
“One hundred percent. Trust me!” He said, with a smile in his tone.
“In front of the guys?” I asked, with a scowl.
“Hey man, don’t worry about us.” Mike said from behind me.
“Hey, you’re blindfolded, so what’s the big deal?” Bruce said.
“Oh yeah! Like that really helps.” I answered him. “You sure about this Chris?”
“Trust me.” He said, “I’m not about to lose my pecker, so you’re safe. Just pretend Katie is watching you.”
“Oh, yeah, now that REALLY helps!” I said, shaking my head. “If you insist.” I finally said, still shaking my head slightly. I started undressing, pulling my shirt off and dropping it on the floor. I squatted down and took my shoes off and then stood up and pushed my jeans off. “There.”
“Nice skivvies dude!” Mike chided me.
“Uh-uh. Underwear too, and socks.” Chris said quickly. “Everything’s gotta go.”
“Seriously?”
“Definitely.” He answered.
I bent over and took my socks off and then pushed my bikini briefs down, leaving me naked. He stepped me forward a little further, almost tripping me over something on the floor. He walked me a little further and then stopped and turned me. “Okay, back up. You have a chair behind you to sit on.” I shook my head and moved back in tiny steps until I felt the chair against the back of my legs. I felt for the seat and then sat down. “Okay, now what?”
I felt someone move in front of me and then sit on my lap, straddling me. I felt a set of hands lift my blindfold, and squinted at the sudden brightness of the lights shining on me. When I could see I saw a thirty something year old woman sitting on my lap in a very tiny bikini. “Welcome to my studio!” She said with a wide smile. “I’m miss Everett, and these,” She said motioning behind her, “are my students.” I looked past her and saw at least twenty women ranging from maybe forties, or so, down to twenties, sitting in chairs arrayed in a half moon around me, and what seemed like a six inch deep pool, about ten feet in diameter, and a single silver pole in the middle of the pool.
“Your students?”
“My students. And tonight is the advanced class’s graduation.”
“Just exactly what do you teach?” I asked, looking nervously at the women staring at the two of us. Most were dressed in what I would call, athletic outfits, with the exception of three wearing identical American flag bikinis.
She grinned at me. “Pole dancing and for the advanced class, stripping.” I looked at her and then at the women, sitting watching us. “I usually use my husband for this; but, one of my students suggested that maybe as a special favor, I could use you this time. The job is easy enough. You get to sit here and watch my students perform for you and demonstrate just how good they are. If you get a hardon, they graduate.”
“And if I don’t?”
She leaned down and pressed her cheek to mine. “Honey, if you don’t, you’re either gay or dead.”
“Well, as far as I know, I’m neither of those.”
“I know.” She said wiggling her body slightly, wiggling her butt on my lap and her big tits in front of my face, so close, in front, that the tiny triangles covering her nipples brushed my face where it bulged over her clearly hard protrusions. “I can already feel your hardon between my cheeks. The girls, they’re going to do everything in their power to turn you on. You’re welcome to react any way you want, touch anything they let you and, well, enjoy yourself any way they allow.” With that she stood up, my dick springing up like a flag pole. “Suzie? You wanna start first?” She said over her shoulder as she backed off my lap.
One of the bikini clad women stood up and walked to the pole in front of me. She was maybe thirty years old, had modestly small boobs, on her petite, thin frame. She leaned against the pole with her back and waited for the music to start. Along with the music starting, a gentle rain of water began to drop down from above the pole in a large circular pattern. The pole itself, and Suzie, didn’t seem to be getting wet. I was outside the circle, so the falling water made an interesting curtain effect around her and the pole, as she began to move. She gyrated her hips and used her body on the pole, lifting and turning herself, around and upside down, her legs spreading and closing, clearly working to show me her bikini covered crotch. As she worked, she started to move out toward me, letting the water rain down on her, and then moving back. The suit soaked up the water, and as I stared in fascination, she again did lifts and twirls on the pole, showing me her body from all directions as the swim suit slowly started to fall apart and disappear, almost as if it were dissolving.
Around and around, she twirled and flipped, now completely naked, showing off her bare shaved pussy to me. The water continued to gently fall, not really disrupting my view much, but actually making it a lot more erotic. She soon gave up on the pole and moved outside the ring of water, moving to me. She straddled me and stood over my lap, gyrating her hips and pushing her pussy toward my face. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, but she solved that, reaching for them and pulling then gently to her hips. She held them there as she gyrated and then slid them up her body until I had both her small breasts cupped.
She lowered herself down, squatting toward my lap and my raging hardon as she gyrated and swiveled her hips over me. She moved my hands back to her hips and then left them there as she leaned toward me, pushing her small tits toward my face. I felt her nipples drag back and forth across my lips, first one nipple and then the other. I couldn’t resist, I opened my mouth and let one slip into it for a moment, stroking the hard nub with my tongue before she pulled her chest back, just out of reach. I closed my mouth an she leaned back in again, rubbing back and forth across my lips. I let her tease my lips with her rock-hard nipples, as she squatted closer to my lap.
I started to feel her butt bounce across my engorged head as it poked straight up at her. She wiggled and moved her hips to drag herself around and over my engorged head. I could feel her pussy lips slide back and forth over the tip of my head as she rocked her hips toward and away from me, drawing the precum from my head across her lips. She lowered ever so slightly and I felt her pussy lips stroke my head, her lips almost gripping the tip, as she slowed her rocking. “She said, if I wanted, I could take you in me. Do you want me to? Do you want me to sit on your big fat dick?” She whispered softly.
“If you want to.” I agreed breathlessly, definitely thinking with my lower head. I didn’t much care at that moment who was watching. I’d had sex in front of other couples before, so I wasn’t too shy about it, but the sound of half a dozen women gasping as she pushed herself slowly down my shaft, did startle me a little.
“Oh, fuck yes!” She moaned softly. “I wish I could fuck you, but I have specific orders to only tease.”
“Orders from who?” I groaned. “I wouldn’t mind feeling you ride me a while.”
“You think you can keep from coming?” She whispered.
I shifted my right hand to her crotch and stroked my finger between her lips, finding her hard little clit. “Think you can keep from coming?” I asked with a grin.
“No.” She moaned as she began to bounce up and down my cock, driving my finger along her slit and over her clit with each stroke she took on my shaft. Up and down, she moved, sliding me in and out of her hot wet confines, her tight little pussy stroking over and around my head in just the right way. I suddenly began to wonder if I could, in fact, keep from coming, feeling the urgency start to build. I hadn’t been inside a woman, without a condom on, for months, and the stimulation was almost more than I could take. Up and down, she moved, slapping her wet ass on my thighs with each stroke. “FUCK!” She cried, suddenly jamming herself down on me. I felt her pussy contracting and spasming around me as her whole body shuddered and trembled. “Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhh” She moaned softly as she sat on me through her climax. She finally lifted off of me, her pussy dripping her juices, as she stepped back from over my lap. She leaned over and kissed my lips quickly and then turned and walked back to her seat, getting a number of comments of congratulations and also envy, as she sat there.
I couldn’t help but notice at least three of the women in the group had their hands between their legs, and I wondered how the hell I was going to manage to last, through three women, doing this to me. Trisha was the next up, according to Miss Everett. Trisha was a black girl with a fairly big butt and a really nice set of tits. Now that I knew what to expect, I could sit back and enjoy the view of her as she lifted and spun herself on the pole. Several times she came out into the water, letting it rain down on her, each time with less and less bikini on her body, until she was taking the rain completely naked.
She turned and bent over, the rain hitting her around her waist so her ass was outside the circle of water, pointing right at me. She showed me her ass and pussy, spreading her cheeks and pushing her now fully exposed pussy out at me sexily. She stayed that way, wagging her ass side to side, as if inviting me to stand up and fuck her, but I knew I was supposed to stay sitting. I was rewarded a few moments later, as she stepped from under the water, little rivulets of water streaming down her body and draining from her tightly braided hair. She spread her legs, as she stepped to me and straddled me. She lowered her pussy just close enough to my lap to let my dick brush the wet lips between her legs, her protruding, flowery, inner lips rubbing on my engorged head while she cupped her big tits, as she began to rub her nipples side to side across my face and lips.
I couldn’t resist, I opened my mouth and let her tease her big fat black nipples into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue and drawing a deep throated moan from her. She was clearly as turned on, as I was, or she was damn good at faking it. We continued to play hide and seek with her nipples while she very, very slowly, lowered her, now still, hips, allowing her lips to spread around my mushroom head and envelope it with their hot wetness. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself down further, pressing me into her hot depths, my head stretching her vaginal tunnel to accept my girth, but only just, before she lifted up again. She wiggled her boobs in my face again as she slowly lowered herself down again, pushing her wet pussy lips over my head a second time, this time pushing my head slightly further into her before abruptly pulling up and off.
She wiggled her chest again, lowering herself until my mushroom head was nestled into the entrance to her depths again. She held herself there, with just my head inside her, as she moved her fat tits and nipples back and forth, feeding me one nipple and then the other while holding my head in her hot wet pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck” She moaned, as she abruptly pushed herself down my shaft, driving me into her until she was resting her big cheeks on my thighs. She wiggled her butt a few times, rubbing her creamy smooth cheeks on my thighs before she lifted herself slowly, my cock pulling from her with a gentle slurp before she backed up off my lap. She grinned at me and pushed my knees apart. Kneeling down between my legs, she used her hands to wrap her tits around my fat shaft and began to stroke herself up and down, teasing me with the soft smooth confines created by her soft black tits. Up and down, she bounced them, teasing herself as much as me, from the look on her face.
“God, fuck me already!” I groaned as I tried to hold my hips from pushing up at her with each stroke she made.
“If you insist.” She whispered, with a teasing look on her face. She stood up and turned around, still standing between my legs. She bent herself over until her tits hung down below her chest and her sopping wet pussy pushed out at me. She backed up and reached behind her butt, using two fingers to press my dick against her hot, slick slit. She began to lift and lower herself, teasing my shaft up and down her pussy lips without letting me enter her hot depths. I could tell from her moans that her clit was rubbing up and down the bottom side of my shaft with each stoke, her hard nub bumping and rubbing over that really sensitive spot under my head. I wondered just how much of this I could take before I was going to explode.
Up and down, she humped her hips, my hands now holding them as she moved faster, stroking her clit along my shaft and driving both of us toward climax. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she gasped over and over as she pumped her fat, round ass up and down faster. I could see her tits swinging wildly under her chest as she pushed us both toward orgasm. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back as my hips tried to lift off the chair in time with her strokes, driving us both together, grinding my shaft along her wet pussy lips until she finally pushed my head against her hard enough to let me slip into her incredibly hot vagina.
“OH DAMN!” I grunted at the sudden change in sensations, unable to keep my body from spasming as I started to come. I felt my cock shoot my first gush of cum into her as she lifted her ass again, pulling all the way off my dick. My second surge of cum shot into the air, sailing high before falling back down onto her chocolate colored ass. I pumped shot after shot out onto her bare, bouncing ass as she continued to rub her pussy along my surging shaft. Her motions slowed as did my cum. She pushed back and rested her pussy on my softening cock as we both panted for breath.
“I would have loved all of that in me, trust me, but my husband would have been a bit pissed.” She said softly as she stood up and pulled away from me after almost half a minute. She turned to face me and then backed up to the water, letting it rain down on her. She stood under it, rubbing her body and using it as a shower to rinse, my cum, off her back and butt. Finally rinsed, she stepped away and walked to her chair and plopped down heavily in it. “Honey, you’re gonna have a job to do now to get him hard after that one.”
The young girl, maybe twenty or so, a little younger than I am, giggled and stood up. “Trust me. Never had a guy NOT get a hardon for me.”
She walked up to me and sat on my lap facing me, and reached down to find my partly hard dick. With a grin she began to stroke it. “Wanna see me naked? Wanna watch this little suit get all wet and disappear? How would you like to help it? Come with me. Come help make it all disappear in the water?”
“Is it really true that if you don’t give me a hardon you don’t graduate?”
“I don’t know, but that’s what she said. Not sure if she’ll hold us to it, after that load you just dumped; but, what the hell, I’m sure I can make it happen, if you’ll let me.”
“Why not?”
She grinned and pulled me out of my chair and into the water. She guided my hands to her body and coaxed me to rub all around her body, the suit slowly dissolving as I massaged her C cup breasts and her hairless pussy. It only took about ten minutes of her rubbing on me, swinging herself, and a few times me, around the pole before she had more than succeeded in getting me hard again. One of her most favorite moves was to turn herself upside down on the pole, with her legs spread, pushing her pussy right in my face, pulling away just as I was about to try to lick or kiss it.
After a hell of a lot of teasing, she wrapped her arms around my neck inside the ring of water and pressed her chest to mine. She let her lips brush mine gently as she whispered. “God I wanna fuck you so bad, but I promised my husband that all I’d do is tease. I think I teased you, didn’t I?”
“Oh yeah.” I agreed, squeezing her butt as she pressed her pelvis to my hardon. “You sure you don’t want me to do something with this now?”
“Afraid I’m gonna leave you hanging?”
“Well, sorta, yeah.”
“Trust me, you won’t be.” She grinned as she pushed me out of water to my chair. She leaned down and kissed me and whispered, “You were fun. Thanks!”
I wondered what she meant by ‘I won’t be’, since she was the last of the girls in the special little disappearing bikini. I was about to get up from the chair when the rain of water ceased. No one was getting up to leave, especially not the half dozen girls that were now half dressed, playing with themselves, or the two girls that were riding on Chris and Mike, so I waited. I noticed movement first, off in the corner of the room. The bright lights that were shining down on me made it hard to see, but I could see a tall slender woman walking toward me, most of her body in shadows.
She moved toward me, revealing an incredibly skimpy yellow bikini. The bottom was miniscule, and reminded me of one that Mandy had worn for me, at her house, a few times. As the woman came closer, I could see more of her motions, her feet stepping across each other, giving her hips a rocking motion that was smooth and erotic looking. The pool of light worked up her body as she grew closer, revealing an equally miniscule yellow top that struggled to hold a pair of large C or even D cup breasts in place. Her tits wiggled and jiggled with each step she took, the tiny yellow triangles not quite large enough to cover her nipples and areola, little slivers of bright pink peeking around the sides of the small triangles of yellow.
She paused just outside the circle of light that was shining down on me, the pole and the stage. She paused, almost as if trying to gather the courage to move closer. Then she moved, slowly bringing her obviously sexy looking body into the pool of light. She stepped up the two steps to the stage floor and then stepped forward. Surprisingly I still couldn’t see her face. She wore a mask, not a monster mask or anything, but a very delicate looking yellow face mask that covered her cheeks and nose, up to her hairline, in pale yellow, with small yellow feathers sticking out to soften the outline all around her face. She was older, I could tell that. Partly by her hair. She had long, washed out, auburn hair with a few streaks of gray in it, tied back in a long pony tail, that extended almost to her waist. She stepped to the silver pole and lifted one leg, hooking it around it and then lifting herself slightly off the stage. She slowly spun around the pole, one leg hooked around it and the other extended out. As she spun, she pushed one leg out, giving me, and the audience, a long, slow look at the crotch of her tiny bikini.
As she came around the second time, I could tell that her pussy wasn’t hairless. In fact, I could see just a little of a narrow strip of auburn curls just above her full pussy lips, as the pole tried to pull the tiny bikini bottom down a little. She stepped off the pole and faced me, her back to the pole. She reached above her head and gripped the pole, lifting and spreading her legs. She arched her back, lifting and pushing her pussy toward me, for long moments, before she slowly lowered herself back to vertical, still holding her legs out and spread.
Her movements were slow, fluid, tantalizing. Where the other girls had been almost athletic in their moves, this woman was…erotic. She moved with a grace and fluidity that begged to be watched and touched, and teased, not just fucked. She slowly lowered her legs and then, once her spike heels were on the stage, she lowered herself down until she looked almost like she was sitting in a chair. She spread her knees and used one hand to slowly stroke up and down the crotch of the tiny yellow bikini bottom. Up and down her fingers went, seeming to almost tease her, as much as me. She let her fingers pull the bikini bottom aside for a moment, showing me her creamy white outer lips and the pink inner lip protruding. Her pussy reminded me so much of one that I had spent long hours teasing, tasting and fucking, right down to the smattering of dark freckles on her mound and between her legs. She slowly leaned toward me, moving to her hands and knees. She grinned at me from under the mask and then lay on her back on the deck, her ass facing the audience. She lifted and spread her legs for them as well, showing everyone her bikini covered pussy.
I watched as she closed her legs and rolled over onto her stomach and then moved back to her hands and knees, beginning to slowly crawl toward me. She moved slowly, toward me, moving to right in front of me, pushing my knees apart with her face and moving closer. She stopped with her face in my crotch, and gently blew her breath across my cock, making it jump slightly. She grinned, then slowly licked up my shaft, teasing her tongue up to my head and swirled her tongue around my engorged, excited head. She tilted her head and engulfed my dick head with her hot mouth.
“Oh damn.” I groaned as she slowly pushed her face down, easing my cock slowly all the way into her throat until her mask was almost touching my stomach. She held her face there a few moments, then pulled her face back up, with a gasp. She smiled at me and slowly stood up. I had no idea what to expect after that, but I was willing for her to climb onto me if she wanted. DAMN I was horny!
She reached for my hands and moved them slowly to her hips. She helped me grip the tiny strings, that were tied in bows, on her hips. She waited to be sure I was holding them tightly; then she slowly backed away, my hands holding the strings. As she moved away, the bows untied, and in moments I was holding the bikini bottom in my hands as she backed toward the pole now bare below the waist. She backed to the pole, and then as before, she lifted her arms and gripped it above her head. She lifted and spread her legs, completely exposing her sexy outer lips. Damn she looked a lot like a pussy I’d seen before, more than once even. I looked up at her face, the part I could see and began to wonder. But no, it couldn’t be. It wouldn’t be. It wouldn’t make sense. She had no reason to do this, to be here, to want to be a stripper!
She began to lift and spin again, on the pole, this time showing off her bare pussy to myself and the audience of ladies and my buddies.
“DAMN!” I heard one of the guys say from where they sat along the back of the room, drawing my attention. I looked that way, barely able to really see them because of the bright stage lights shining down on me. I couldn’t tell if the damn was from one of the guys watching the woman on the pole, or something one of the other girls was doing to them, now that each of them had someone on their lap or kneeling between their legs. I focused back on the woman on the pole, watching her fluid, sensual motions, her legs and hips moving on the pole, as she slowly spun, almost in invitation.
She smiled and giggled girlishly as she lowered her feet to the stage after several slow revolutions around the pole. She stood and placed her back to the pole again, and lifted her feet off the stage by holding her hands high above her head. She spread her legs and then slowly bent each leg, almost as if walking in air, her motions making sure that I had a view of her long sexy legs as well as her pussy. Slowly, she lowered her legs again, standing in the tall spike heels. She slowly stepped toward me, stepping over my lap as she faced me. She placed both hands on my shoulders and leaned her chest toward me, rubbing the miniscule yellow triangles of cloth over my lips, her nipples once again growing hard and poking the material out further.
She giggled softly, as she teased my lips with her cloth covered nipples, which only held my attention, until I felt her wet pussy lips rub against the head of my rock-hard cock, which was sticking up between us. She moved her hips and rubbed her lips back and forth across my engorged head, my hips lifting slightly in the chair, in response. “Naughty boy.” She whispered, as she pushed down slightly, forcing a couple short inches of my hardness up into her pussy. “Mmmmmmmmmm. Such a naughty boy.” She sighed softly before sliding down my dick further, her butt soon sitting on my legs. “Why don’t you take my top off.” She said in that same, sultry, soft whisper.
I reached to her back and felt for the single bow that held the tiny top in place, both the strings around her back and the one around her neck fastened with the same bow. I pulled the bow and then slid my hands around to gently pull the top off. I dropped it onto the stage floor next to me and reached back for her bouncy C cup breasts. She grinned and pulled back almost as soon as I had cupped her breasts, lifting off my lap and pulling her pussy off my fat shaft. She giggled and backed up to the pole again, once again lifting herself and slowly twirling in different positions, giving everyone in the room a look at her completely nude body.
She stopped spinning around the pole and walked over, once again, to me, standing across my lap. She grinned down at me and slowly lowered herself, moving her hips around until she found my hardon without having to use her hands. She rubbed herself around my head until I slipped into the entrance to her depths and then settled slowly down my shaft once again. She reached for my hands and pulled them to her breasts, before letting go of them. She used one hand on my shoulder for balance and began to lift and lower herself, on and off my rock-hard pole, sliding her pussy on and off, while also rocking her hips slightly. Her motions weren’t hurried or rushed, but intended to tease my growing orgasm along. She let one finger stroke her pussy, rubbing her clit in circles while she lifted and lowered herself, her breathing growing more ragged as she worked on and off my shaft.
If I hadn’t already dumped a considerable load of cum, I’d have already been pumping it deep into her, but the urgency, the need to push up into her was only now growing stronger. I started to move my hips on the chair, in time with hers, our combined motion making my fat head stroke differently with each thrust she made down on me. Up and down, she moved, pushing both of us toward climax. “Come for me lover. Come hard and deep in me.” She whispered.
“Oh fuck.” I groaned softly as we moved in unison, her pussy pushing me ever closer to climax, her fingers pushing herself over the same edge.
“Come for me,” she said a little louder, her own climax starting to overtake her. I felt her pussy start to spasm around my hard shaft, her legs trembling slightly as she worked up and down with slightly less coordination. “Oh David, come for me,” she moaned louder. If I had any doubt, it was gone now. I knew this body, I knew this pussy! I’d filled it before, a long time ago.
“OH FUCK!” I groaned as I let myself go. My cock jerked and surged inside her, pumping shot after shot of cum deep inside her as she sat on my lap and shuddered and trembled. “Oh God, Mrs. Green.” I groaned as my body jerked and twitched. I almost immediately felt her breast press to my face, pushing forcefully against my mouth.
“Shhh.” She gasped as she continued to climax on me. She pulled her tit back after a few moments, hoping I’d understood, which I had.
“Oh damn.” I groaned again as my body reduced to an occasional jerk.
She tilted my head back and leaned down to kiss me, a long wet, seductive, erotic kiss. “Happy wedding.” She whispered before she pulled off me and walked away, her pussy leaking, my cum, as she made her way to the door she had apparently come through earlier.
“Well, I see our entire graduating class succeeded in being incredibly provocative, as well as a few of the other ladies?” Miss Everett said as she stepped on stage. “Ladies… and gentlemen in the back row, thank you for joining us.” She turned to face me. “And you sir, thank you for being an excellent patron. I know all the girls thoroughly enjoyed being able to take things to a complete conclusion, something they DON’T get to do with my husband. I understand you are about to be married, so I hope this was an enjoyable last little fling.” She said, as she stepped over and held her hand out. She helped me stand up and then pulled me closer. “And if you decide you wanna come back and help us out again, I’d love to have you, if you know what I mean.”
“I think I do.” I answered her.
“Your clothes are back there. I think your friends will be a few more minutes, if you want some help dressing.”
I looked out to the back of the room and saw at least two of them still being ridden on. “If you want to help, that’s fine.” I said, not sure what she wanted me to do. My dick was, at least for the moment, a little used up. She took my hand and pulled me out of the bright lights of the stage and over to a bench where my clothes had been neatly folded and stacked.
“You know, if you wanna touch while I dress you, I wouldn’t mind.” She whispered, as she undid the belt around her waist. In moments she had the stretchy, form fitting dress with an oversized neck hole, pulling down her body. She let it fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked. “Might make it easier.” She said softly as she bent over the bench slightly. I chuckled to myself and stepped behind her. I reached down between her legs with my right hand and rested my left on her butt. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes. That’s what I need.” She moaned softly as my fingers began to stroke her sopping wet pussy lips. “I’ve been wanting this since Rose started.”
“Yeah, about her.” I said softly, as I stroked my fingers between her lips. “I wouldn’t have expected to see her learning to be a stripper.”
She laughed softly, at least she did until I pressed my thumb into her opening. “Ohmygod. I wish that was your cock.”
“Me too.” I chuckled. “Rose?”
“It was private lessons. None of the girls even know who she is. She wanted to surprise her husband for his birthday. She’s going to trick him into coming and then let two of the girls warm him up before she comes out in that bikini and does her thing with him. Tonight was actually her idea!”
I laughed again and continued to play with her pussy, realizing that my cock was already starting to get hard again as I looked down at her tits, swinging below her chest. I pulled my thumb from her and, even though I was far from fully hard, I managed to work my partly hard cock into her pussy. She moaned softly as I told her this was my thank you, to her for letting Rose do this. At first it was hard to do any serious stroking, but with each passing moment I could feel myself harden more inside her until I was easily stroking my length in and out of her.
“Oh God. Ohhhhhhh God, yes.” She moaned as my friends started to gather around, each of them apparently satisfied, at least for the moment. In and out I stroked, driving harder and harder into her, pushing her already excited body closer and closer to orgasm. “OHHHHH FUCK!” she cried loudly as I plunged into her body, her climax starting to wash over her. Her body jerked and trembled as she came around me, her students cheering for what I presumed was a rare event, their teacher getting fucked in front of them.
“Uh.” I grunted as my body jerked and pumped what little cum I had left, into her. I stood there, jerking and twitching as one of the girls stepped up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind having you come for me, at my graduation.” She said softly, as she kissed my cheek while pressing her body against my back.
“You might have to talk that over with my wife.” I panted as I softened inside the pussy in front of me.
“Well, give me your number, and I will.”
“Um. This is his bachelor party.” One of the guys said, drawing her away from me. “Now if you want someone single to do that, I’m your man.”
“Maybe. Sarah seemed satisfied.” She giggled as Miss Everett pulled off my cock and turned to face me.
“I think we need to dress you now.” She panted softly. “Anyone wanna help?”
In moments I was being dressed, well, mostly. It seemed the goal was to leave my dick out as long as possible, giving four of them a chance to take turns, sucking, my cum covered dick. Eventually Miss Everett called an end to the teasing and gave me one last kiss down there before closing my pants up.
“You had better damn well take a shower when you get home!” Chris said, with a chuckle as he drove me to my house. “You smell like you just spent a night in a brothel. Three kinds of perfume, at least two colors of lipstick on you and, well, you smell like pussy.”
“Means it was a successful party!”
“We were going to get you a stripper, like you did for me. Katie came up with this idea. Said, you’d appreciate it a lot more than just one stripper.”
“Yeah. I did.”
“That older woman. She looked kinda familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Did you know who she was?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Well, she seemed to know you, or at least exactly how to excite you. Almost like she’d seen you having sex before.”
“Yeah, well, if she did, it was a mystery to me.” I lied.