Duncan Wyatt / 18 / Medium Length Brown Hair / Lean and Muscular / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Nick Robinson
Noah Wyatt / 40 / Medium Length Black Wavy Hair / Muscular Build / Facial Stubble and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Paul Anthony Kelly
Nate Landon / 18 / Buzzed Tight Fade / Muscular / Smooth / 10-inches Un-Cut / Celebrity Type: Keith Powers
Prom Night
“Alright kids! One more! One more!”
“Over here! Look at me!”
“Smile, Chris! Smile!”
The large group of parents, huddled in the front yard, yelled directions as they held up their phones, snapping photos. Tonight was my high school’s prom night at a hotel downtown, and though I didn’t have a large pool of friends, Oliver and his two ‘us hags’, Ramona and Harriet, roped me into their planned festivities. After the parents got their fill, I wandered over to the small snack table and picked up a celery stick and bit into it with a loud snap.
“Are you pouting? I own every Jennifer Garner movie out there. I know what pouting looks like.” Oliver walked up behind me, checking himself out in a small compact mirror. We decided to wear somewhat similar suits to prom. Our theme was ‘Tits Out’. Ollie’s choice, not mine. I wore a dark, navy-blue suit. The pants hugged my thick thighs and bubble butt tightly. I wore no shirt under a rather unconventional jacket that wrapped halfway around my waist on one side with a bit of extra fabric that hung down like a sash. My sun pendant necklace rested on my exposed sternum in between my pale white pecs. Oliver wore a similar suit, but in dark rose with pink accents. There were rules about girls and their cleavage. Fortunately, gay boys like us were able to sneak under the radar.
“I’m not...pouting” I said, straightening my jacket. “I just wish you would’ve...ran your little plan by me before setting up a prom date for me.” We looked back over at the group. My prom date, Nate Landon, joked around with Ollie’s boyfriend, Jason.
A couple months ago, star athlete and valedictorian front-runner, Nate Landon had been publicly outted by a spurned former lover. My suspicions about Nate’s sexuality had been confirmed last December when we met on the dance floor at Babylon. We were seconds away from fucking when Dad showed up and claimed ownership of his son’s body, scaring Nate off. Apparently, he met the guy who outted him shortly after that night.
There had been some initial ridicule and ostracizing from the popular kids at school, but Nate is like Teflon. Nothing seems to stick to him. He soon regained his social standing and now everyone was ‘really into the whole gay thing’. Oliver swooped in, dangling me like some piece of meat, trying to get Nate to ask me to the dance. If Ollie was gonna go to prom, he was gonna go in the group with the most popular kid in school. Nate didn’t require a lot of haranguing. Ollie was unaware of our somewhat flirtatious history.
“How can you be mad about going to prom with THE most popular guy in school...besides me? Have you seen how he’s wearing that suit?” he asked, leaning in closer. “And that bulge?” I rolled my eyes, pretending I didn’t already know exactly what he was talking about. Nate’s body...and cock...were carved from stone. Every post-gym class locker room changing session had confirmed that.
“You KNOW about my...situation” I said, motioning to my dad. He was hanging out amongst the other parents, playing the role of ‘impossibly charming single father’ to a group of yoga moms who hung on his every word. Our eyes met and he gave me a quick wink. “You know I’m not exactly single.”
“Yeah? So? I also know about your threeway in Mexico with some swarthy bellhop.” He snapped his compact mirror shut in my face and slid it into his pocket.
“I deeply regret telling you about that.”
“And I’M deeply hurt that I was never asked to make a cameo in your...marital bed. I didn’t even know you guys allowed guest stars” he huffed, crossing his arms.
“Now who’s pouting?”
“It’s fine” he said, running a hand through his long blonde hair. “I know I intimidate you...sexually.”
“...Sure.”
“But maybe Nate would be down for a little ‘Wyatt sandwich’” he said, nudging me in the side. “At the very least I’m sure you could rev your dad’s engine by making him a little jealous grinding on Nate all night.” Nate walked across the lawn and joined us on the patio.
“Hey. Mind if I steal my prom date, Matthis?” Nate asked with a charming smile as he held out a hand for me.
“Steal? I’m trying to GIVE this hot mess away” he said patting me on the back.
“The ‘hot mess’ is within earshot, boys.” I glared at Ollie and took Nate’s hand. We walked along the stone path through Harriet’s cactus garden. It was my first time at her house, but she seemed to be as financially well off as Oliver. Nate stopped in front of a bubbling water feature in the shape of an Aztec pyramid.
“You know you’re not a hot mess” he said, as he adjusted the yellow boutonniere he gave me in my breast pocket. My cheeks flushed from the embarrassment and a bit from the heat. Fortunately, the evening was upon us, helping to cool things down a bit. “The color looks good with your suit...and that sun necklace you always wear.” He ran a finger up my bare chest and rolled the pendant between his fingers.
“Thanks, Nate.” I moved a strand of hair behind my ear. “You look really great in your suit too.” He did look good. Like a black James Bond. I zoned out imagining what my Bond Girl name would be when I realized he asked me a question. “I’m sorry...what?”
“I just asked if Oliver had to twist your arm to go out with me.” A boyish smile crossed his face as he poked me in the stomach, playfully.
“What? No...no...no.” I realized each ‘no’ made it more and more less believable. “I was just surprised the ‘high school jock’ wanted to ask the ‘mousey theatre girl’ to the dance. I didn’t even get to take my glasses off and reveal I had been secretly hot the whole time.” Nate laughed as he kicked around a couple of loose stones at our feet.
“You ‘being hot’ has never been a secret.” His smile disappeared as his eyes darkened with hunger. “I know you could...feel my attraction that night at Babylon.”
“Oh. Uh...”
“Just a shame your dad showed up and ruined our fun.” My eyes widened as I nodded in fake agreement.
“Oof. Yeah...Uh...That was...you know. Thumbs down emoji.”
Nate leaned in close. His breath, hot on my ear. “I got a room at the hotel in case you want to pick up where we left off.” I could feel my dick twitch at the idea. “You could sit that fat ass on my face while I open you up with my wide tongue. Get you ready for this.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch. I could feel the long shaft of his cock pulse under my fingertips.
“Oh, well...Uh.” I had no blood left in my brain.
“Nate?!”
“Duncan?!”
Voices called for us, snapping me out of my haze.
“We, uh, should get going” I said, reluctantly pulling my hand away. As I turned to walk back, Nate smacked my ass hard. He squeezed my cheek quickly, before putting his hands in his pockets.
“No underwear?” he hissed through his teeth as we walked back. “Oh, I’m gonna fucking rail that pussy later.” I was actually wearing a light blue thong but that didn’t feel like it was worth mentioning at the moment. As we regrouped with everyone, I told Nate I’d be right back. I had to check in with my actual boyfriend who had managed to ditch his ‘Goop-y’ fan club as he slinked back towards the house, ready to leave.
“Hey” I said, catching Dad’s attention. My handsome and debonair boyfriend smiled at me with somewhat sad eyes.
“Hey, Duncs. You and Nate look good. All the kids look very nice.” He said, looking around at the other guests, nonchalantly. I knew the whole thing bugged him a bit. Hell, it bugged me, but we both agreed, for appearances, I should go tonight. I knew he was jealous of Nate. Not...threatened. Jealous. Jealous that Nate got to go as my date and he couldn’t.
“I’m glad you signed up to be a parent chaperone tonight. At least you’ll get to be there with me...even if it’s not...‘with’ me.”
“Ehhh. What else do I have to do tonight?” Dad said playfully. “I suppose I could bail and go check out Babylon tonight. I think Vinnie said he and his brother would be there...Lord knows those Deluca boys like to get into some crazy shit.” I glared at him.
“Fuck you.”
“Who me? No.” Dad leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “But there are plenty of empty rooms in that hotel. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll fuck you in one of them tonight.”
Oh boy.
*AHEM*
I jumped, startled by the interruption. I looked behind me. Oliver stood there, arms crossed, tapping his foot.
“I need your son, Noah. We’re heading to dinner now.” The other kids were all huddled by the limo. Nate looked over and waved. Ollie grabbed my shoulders and turned us to walk away before stopping briefly. “Unless...Noah?...Something I can help you with? Or maybe...something your son and I can help you with?...”
“Oliver!” I said sternly, elbowing him in the side. Dad laughed, shaking his head.
“Have fun at dinner boys. I’ll see you at the dance.” Dad waved goodbye as he headed towards his car. Ollie and I rejoined the group and poured into the limo.
After a rather uneventful dinner, we arrived at the hotel. Call me crazy, but the idea of hosting a dance for teenagers at a hotel, a dance typically associated with booze, sex, and unwanted pregnancies, seems like an odd choice. I guess if you could only realistically prevent or cut down on one thing, driving drunk would be the easier option. Ollie and his boyfriend, Jason led the group inside. Nate took my hand and squeezed it a couple times with a reassuring smile as we brought up the rear.
As we passed through a row of balloon arches, the DJ welcomed the graduating class of ’26 before launching into Chappell Roan’s ‘Pink Pony Club’. Oliver spun around quickly, eyes wide with excitement.
“DUNCAN! IT’S OUR SONG!” He grabbed my free hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. Our dates obediently followed behind. As we danced, I caught a few glimpses of my dad over by the refreshment stand, looking rather dapper in his crisp white shirt, black tie, and gray slacks. He had another group of horned-up moms hovering around him, hanging on his every word. I have to admit, women don’t typically set off my radar, but I’ve never really noticed how often Dad ‘holds court’ wherever he goes. It’s kind of nuts to think about how often he gets hit on, but he’s turned everyone down for me. Even in the early days of our relationship, when we weren’t official or even acknowledged we hooked up, he never took the bait. Dad caught me watching him and gave me a small wave. Oh, and just like that, my flamboyant ceramics teacher has joined the group of moms.
After a few fast songs, the DJ decided to slow things down with Ed Sheeran’s ‘Give Me Love’. Nate wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close. We slowly swayed back and forth under the twinkling string lights hanging overhead.
“You seem kind of nervous tonight” Nate said softly into my ear. It wasn’t sexual. It was genuine concern. I looked up at him with a half-smile.
“No...I mean. I’m not nervous. Just...kind of crazy our senior year is almost over. It’s just hitting me all of a sudden” I lied. Nate nodded his head and chuckled.
“It’s definitely been a crazy year. Gotta admit, never saw it ending this way.”
“Going to prom with a boy?” I asked, half-joking. He smiled.
“Sort of. But just...you know...going through the drama of getting outted and accepted in such a short amount of time. It’s been a lot to absorb.” Cry me a river, Nate.
“Well, when I came out, the boy I was...romantically involved with—.”
“Fucking?”
“Fucking. I got beat up. Multiple times. By him. So, I would say you got off lucky, Landon.”
“Shit, Wyatt. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Yeah. I don’t think anyone but Ollie knows. No sense in making the front page as ‘the new kid with a depressing past’ when I just had to get through one year here.”
“Yeah, I guess. You’ve always had an air of mystery about you. You definitely seem different this semester. I miss our...casual flirtations.” He pressed hard against the small of my back.
“Listen, Nate. About that--.”
“Hey boys!” Ollie butted in. “Let’s grab a table for the group. I need a breather.” He patted his boyfriend on chest.
“Oh, sure” Nate said as he pulled away, giving me one last hungry look. The four of us made our way off the dance floor towards an empty table. Nate pulled my seat out for me as I sat down.
“Could you boys be a dear and get us some drinks?” Ollie asked, batting his eyelashes.
“You got it, babe” Jason said, patting Nate on the shoulders. “We’ll be back.”
“I thought you could use a break. Looked like you were getting a little uncomfortable out there” Ollie said, leaning in.
“Thanks, but it’s fine. I just wish...” I trailed off.
“Well hold that thought and check out the event space next door. Someone is waiting for you there.” I looked at him quizzically.
“What’re you--?”
“Just go. I’m only nice like 3 times a year and I decided to use one of those times on this.” I stood up and looked over at Jason and Nate getting our drinks. “Don’t worry. I’ll cover for you. Just don’t take too long.” I smiled at my best friend and headed back out through the balloon arches.
I looked up and down the hallway and noticed the event space’s door next to us was open a crack. I walked up to the door and slowly opened it, sticking my head inside.
“Hi, handsome. Can I have this dance?”
My dad stood off to the side, next to the adjoining wall with the dance. The overhead lights were dimmed, and you could hear the music through the wall, though slightly muffled. I shut the door behind me and walked up to my boyfriend. My face beaming with happiness.
“Hi, Dad. What’re you doing?”
“I thought we could sneak in at least one dance tonight. Is that OK with you?” He stuck out his hand.
“More than OK.” Taking his hand, he pulled me in close. The smell of his aftershave filled my nose and immediately calmed any nerves I had about the evening. I rested my head on his shoulder as we danced to Miley Cyrus’ ‘Slide Away’. Dad kissed my hair before resting his head on mine.
“You look so handsome tonight, Duncs” Dad said as he slowly rubbed the small of my back.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself, big guy” I said as I nuzzled into his chest. “I’m surprised your harem of wives...and Mr. Johnson, let you out of their sight.” Dad chuckled, his chest bouncing against my face.
“What can I say? I’ve got a super sexy young boyfriend. I need to remind him his old man still got a few good years left.” I snorted.
“You have MANY more good decades left, Dad.” I looked up at him. “Unless there’s some kind of ‘Walk to Remember-Fault in Our Stars’ announcement you’re trying to make here.” Dad burst out laughing.
“Haha. No. Nothing like that” Dad said as he moved my head back to his chest. “I do like to see you a little jealous from time to time though. Makes your old man feel...wanted.”
“Pretty sure you had a dozen women tonight...and Mr. Johnson, making you feel wanted.”
“Yeah, but it means more when it’s someone you want back.” I looked back up at him and closed my eyes, hinting for a kiss. He obliged, leaning down and pressing his pillowy lips against mine. I let out a soft moan as I rubbed my growing bulge against his. He inhaled deeply, never breaking our kiss.
I didn’t know how much time we had but I needed him to fuck me at my prom. I pulled off, his lips still desperately trying to reconnect with mine. I grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes.
“I want you to fuck me, Dad. At my prom. With my entire class on the other side of that wall.” A devilish smile crossed his face.
“You know I wasn’t actually going to let you walk back out that door without a load inside you.” His hands slid down and cupped my ass as he kissed my neck and slowly worked his way down to my bare chest. He ran his tongue along the v of my neck before catching the sun pendant in his mouth and swirling it around. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes, letting my father drive this time.
I ran my hands through his hair as he resumed kissing my chest. He backed me up until I felt the table press against my thighs. I jumped up on the table and wrapped my legs around him. His hands worked the sash around my waist. He yanked my jacket open and tossed it on the table next to us, exposing my naked torso. He kissed me long and deep. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He kissed back down my body and took one of my nipples in his mouth, biting down hard. I let out a hiss as I held his head against me.
He released my nipple and stood up, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.
“Come on, Dad. Get that cock out. I fucking need you inside me.” I begged while I undid my own pants.
“Oh shit.”
Dad and I froze. I looked over Dad’s shoulder. Nate stood in the doorway watching us.
“Nate!” I yelled as Dad turned around, trying to redo his pants. Nate walked in and shut the door behind him.
“We got back with the drinks and Ollie said you’d be right back, but I wanted to check on you. Make sure everything was alright.” His hand slid down and slowly ran along the obscene bulge in his pants. “I knew your dad was bi, so when he came to the club that night, I didn’t really think much of it...guess I was way the fuck off.”
“It’s not--.”
“What I think?” Nate laughed. “You just told your dad to get his cock out and fuck you. Is that east coast slang for something else?” His head tilted to the side. “It’s all good, boys. If I had known you were into some daddy dick, I would’ve stayed at the club that night and enjoyed the show.”
I could feel my cock leaking against the thin fabric of my thong. Nate walked over, peeling off his jacket and tossing it on a stack of chairs nearby. He undid his belt buckle and popped the first button on his pants.
“It is OK, I join you, right?” He asked, looking at Dad. “I know last time you--.”
Dad grabbed Nate’s tie and pulled him in for a kiss, catching both of us off-guard. Nate closed his eyes, leaning into it with a hunger I knew all too well. No one could resist my dad. Not that Nate was trying to.
“Last time I was...not in the best head-space” Dad said as he began unbuttoning Nate’s shirt, revealing an 8-pack that looked like a chocolate bar. “Sorry about that.”
“S’all good” Nate muttered. The blood clearly fleeing his brain in order to fill up his massive cock.
“You wanna nut in my son, Nate?” Dad asked as he stuck his hand down Nate’s boxer briefs. Nate just nodded, transfixed on my dad’s hands. “You want his milk, baby? You want him to breed your pussy?” Dad looked at me for consent. I followed Nate and just nodded as I leaned back on the table and slid my hand down, playing with my pussy lips wrapped around my thong strap. “Looks like it’s a ‘go’, stud. Go on...breed my son.” Dad stepped behind Nate and pushed him forward.
Nate pulled down his boxer briefs and freed the massive cock that I desperately tried to sneak looks at in the gym locker room, now fully on display for me. He tossed his tie over his shoulder and grabbed my legs, pulling my ass up to the edge of the table. Squatting between my legs, he reached up and ripped the strap of my thong to shreds. I could feel a glob of spit hit my smooth hole before his wide tongue began stroking my pussy. All I could see was his head bobbing up and down as he ate me out with long, slow swipes of his tongue. He pressed the tip against my opening and pushed inside causing me to toss my head back and moan.
Dad stood behind Nate, stroking his cock, taking in the show. I looked at him and bit my lower lip while I stroked my own cock, now free from its fabric prison. I looked down and caught Nate’s eyes staring up me. Only he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused, hooked on the taste of my pussy.
“Fuck, Nate. Your tongue feels so fucking good scraping my insides” I moaned. I could feel him snort against my taint in response.
After a couple minutes, Nate stood up, ready to take his prize. He hocked a big wad of spit that dangled from his mouth, landing on the head of his un-cut cock. He smeared the spit around his cock head and pressed it against my hole.
“Ready for my big black cock, Wyatt?” He asked with a devilish smile. I just nodded, wide-eyed, as I slid my fingers into my pussy, holding it open for him. He licked his lips and pressed the head against my ring. My eyes widened as he breached the tight entrance and slid inside. His bare, greasy cock had a beautiful curve to it that rubbed my prostrate as it carved out its new home. I laid back on the table and stretched my arms behind my head, enjoying the view of the school’s most popular jock coring me out. He grabbed my thighs and jerked me closer to the edge of the table, shoving the rest of his cock inside me quickly and roughly. I let out a yelp and then I started giggling at the pleasure of being split in half.
“That feel good, Nate?” Dad asked, hovering over Nate’s shoulder.
“Fuck yeah, man” Nate grunted as he bottomed out inside me. “Been thinking about this pussy all year long.” Dad laughed as he rubbed Nate’s shoulders.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” Dad asked as his hands slid down Nate’s back and cupped his football player’s ass. “I’ve been wondering what it would be like to fuck your jock cunt while you fucked my son.”
“Shit” Nate said, tensing up. “I don’t know, man. I’ve never really--.”
“Always a first time for everything” Dad said as he squatted behind my prom date, pried his cheeks apart and lapped at his sweaty cunt. Nate’s eyes widened briefly before fluttering in a haze of new sensations. Dad’s hands reached up and massaged Nate’s abs as he ate the school jock’s cunt out.
“How’s it feel, Nate?” I asked with a smile. “He’s good at it, isn’t he?”
“Fuck, Wyatt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Nate muttered incoherently as he began bucking back against my dad’s tongue. Backing up into my dad caused him to begin fucking me. Dad pulled off of Nate’s cunt and stood up. His mouth and jaw were slick with spit and sweat.
“Hold that cunt open for me, Nate” Dad ordered. Nate stopped moving and reached back to pull his cheeks apart.
“Like this, sir?” Nate asked, over his shoulder.
“Good boy” Dad said as he stepped up to Nate and pressed his flared cock head against his cunt and pushed inside. Nate winced with pain as Dad invaded him like he invaded his son. “Shhhh shhhhh” Dad said as he rubbed Nate’s shoulders. “You’re gonna fuck yourself and my son at the same time.” Nate’s mouth opened wide as my dad bottomed out inside him.
“Holy shit. Fuck. Shit.” Nate panted, as he rubbed my thighs.
“That’s it, Nate. Daddy’s all the way inside your jock cunt, now” Dad whispered in his ear as he gave him a kiss on the shoulder. “Now do me a favor, and please fuck my son.” I could see the pleasure outweigh the pain of Dad’s cock inside him as a smile crossed Nate’s face and his hips began rocking back and forth. Slowly at first and the gradually picking up speed.
I didn’t know where to focus. My own pussy was being carved open by my prom date while my own father fucked him from behind. It was sensory overload. I reached back down and began stroking my dick again with my mouth open. Each stroke upwards rewarded my stomach with another glob of sweet pre-cum. Nate reached down and smeared it over my abs before licking his fingers clean.
Nate was reduced to a series of animal-like grunts as he impaled himself on my dad’s massive cock.
“Fuck *grunt* Wyatt. This *grunt* fucking *grunt* boypussy is fucking *grunt* better than *grunt* any pussy I’ve had in my life.” Nate spit in my open mouth. I licked the excess spit from my bottom lip and moaned. He spit again and I smeared it down my neck and chest. Dad watched me over Nate’s shoulder with a wry smile on his face. I could tell he was holding himself back. He was being...polite, and I couldn’t accept that.
“Daddy...he feels so good fucking my pussy. I love being split open by his beautiful black cock.” A flash of jealousy appeared in his eyes. He had no problem sharing me, but he had to be the best.
Dad grabbed Nate’s hips and pushed him forward until he was laying on top of me. Nate looked at my lips and leaned down for a kiss while Dad took over, pummeling him from behind, fucking my pussy by using Nate as a proxy. Each slam from Dad rammed Nate as deep as he could possibly go inside me. Dad’s massive, egg-shaped balls slammed against Nate’s as he brutally fucked his cunt.
Nate broke from our kiss and buried his face in my neck, moaning in my ear between kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, softly kissing his shoulders while I locked eyes with my dad. Dad stared at me as he continued coring out Nate’s jock cunt. Each snap of his hip jostled Nate’s cock head into my second hole. It hurt, and I loved it. Nate reached down and stroked my cock for me, painting both our stomachs with my leaking pre-cum.
Nate popped his head up, eyes shut tight.
“Fuck. I’m gonna blow. I’m gonna fucking nut, man.”
Dad made sharp, controlled, slams into his cunt like he was trying to coax the ketchup out of a glass bottle. Nate’s forehead was drenched in sweat, and his breathing was getting shorter.
“Fuck, Wyatt...I can’t...” Nate let out a loud moan as he emptied the contents of his balls deep inside me. My insides heated up from the injection of his massive load. His orgasm caused his entire body to spasm, including his jock cunt, which clamped down on Dad’s cock, sending him over the edge too.
“Shit, kid. Daddy’s gonna breed your jock cunt.” Dad slammed into him one last time and flooded his insides with his life-giving milk. My own load soon followed as I shot a cascade of cum over Nate’s and my chest.
The three of us stayed perfectly still as we came down from our respective highs. Dad slowly pulled out of Nate’s cunt with a loud sloppy pop. He used a nearby tablecloth to wipe his cock clean. Nate pulled out of me, leaving me empty and cold. My gaping hole closed, as a little drop of cum seeped out.
“Jesus” Nate panted as he pulled his underwear and pants up. Dad helped me off the table and the three of us slowly got dressed.
“Nate. We’d appreciate your...discretion here” Dad said as he fixed his tie and slicked his hair back into place. Nate burst out laughing.
“Man. You guys are so fucking serious about this shit” Nate said as he dusted off his pants and headed back to the door. “Ya’ll making this into something more than you need to. Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.”
“Thanks, Nate” I said as I placed a hand on my dad’s shoulder.
“Of course, man. I gotchu” Nate said with a smile. “But I’m serious. I know you guys are new to this town, but there are a lot of...‘stories’...about folks in your ‘situation’ around here. Trust me. Nobody really cares about it like you think they do. You can unclench at any time.”
Dad and I looked at each other and smiled.
“But...it is still my prom, and I’mma need my date back, if that’s OK.” Nate stuck his hand out for me as he opened the door. Dad patted me on the back, and I walked over to join my date. The three of us walked out and we made our way back to the dance next door. I looked over at the group’s table and caught Ollie’s eyes as they widened in shock.
Dad returned to his duties as chaperone and checked in with his fan club who had been frantically looking for him for no reason other than they missed him. I plopped down, slowly, in the chair next to Ollie. My pussy was still sore from the pounding. Ollie grabbed my wrist. His face still in shock.
“Please tell me the three of you didn’t just...” he began to ask.
I just looked at him and shrugged with a smile.
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