Chapter 12 - Formality

"You look so beautiful! I just...I can't believe that my little girl is growing up so fast!" My Mom raised her camera up, taking what had to be the seventh picture in five minutes. I just smiled and let her do it again, hoping that if I played along it would get me out of the house earlier. She kept bustling around me, picking at my outfit and straightening things out, making sure that I looked just right. Or just right by her standards. "Oh, sweetie, I never thought I'd see the day. You never had any interest in them before."

"Them, Mom?" I raised a brow, gazing at her curiously. This could be interesting.

"Why, dances, of course!" My Mom beamed, and reached out a hand to pinch my cheeks. Hard. Eighteen years old, and still subject to that sort of doting attention. "Going to the Fall Formal is such a big step for you! I'm glad you're going to at least one dance before you graduate. I remember the fights we used to have when you didn't want to go to them when you were younger, I'm just...I'm glad you finally came around, sweetie."

That much was totally true. I hated dances. Still do. Why the hell would I want to go someplace and stand around in the background, while all the prettier girls dance with all the guys? And the men that were actually in my general league, if we're using high school standards? They weren't bad looking, but the overall lack of confidence wasn't exactly enough to make my teenage panties wet. Dances in the past had always been thought of as a waste of time in my book. Bad music, bad people, and just an all around bad time. Thankfully, my mom was there to constantly remind me of why I hated them so much.

"Dear, don't you worry about those braces!" My Mom smiled, and even moved out a hand to pinch my nose. Like I was ten. "A few boys might think they look dorky, but you know what? I bet there's a few boys that'll think they look pretty fly."

Pretty fly. Was it apparent that my Mom had me when she was eighteen in the mid-90s? Maybe I'm being too hard on her, but seriously. She was still stuck in that era sometimes, with her Pearl Jam T-shirt and her Alanis haircut. She somehow managed to mix the detachment to society of her favorite decade with that repressive push to succeed that only Japanese parents could muster. She moved her hand forward and cleared up a stray eyelash from my cheek, before giving me the kindest smile she could muster.

"All right, dear, just have fun. And don't be discouraged!" That was Mom code for "don't be upset if no boys ask you to dance." I just rolled my eyes and nodded, turning on a heel as I started to make my way towards the exit. Despite all of her ranting and her fawning, my Mom did have one thing right...I looked good. Damn good, in fact, and I wasn't really the sort of woman to ever say that about herself. As I headed downstairs I moved past the full-length body mirror in the hall, and I took a few seconds to look over myself.

I was wearing a long full body dress, dark red to bring out the dark of my hair and my eyes. It had some light embroidery at the bottom and a slit going halfway up one of my calves, adding just a little bit of sexy to an otherwise fairly conservative garment. Mostly conservative, at least. It hugged what curves I had pretty well, gripping my fairly full chest that I inherited from my Mom (thanks Mom,) and the rump I had been working on throughout the past year. I had done my hair up in a fancy swirl that made me look elegant and charming, and I was wearing more makeup than I typically did. Blush for the cute look. Eyeshadow for that mysterious look. And finally, dark red lipstick that matched my dress. And here's where I admit something…

I kind of hate lipstick. It's sticky, it's uncomfortable, and when you first put it on it feels really weird. Some girls wear it as easy as chapstick, but I never could. In the few instances I tried before that night I usually ended up licking at it all throughout the night, which tastes about as good as it sounds. After all, nerdy girls with no boyfriends don't buy cute flavored lipstick at the local body wash shop, they buy drugstore lipstick probably made of ground up newspaper and red crayons.

That night, though, I was going much fancier. I had even bought that dark shade of lipstick special, at a store where one couldn't also buy milk, pain medicine, and discounted Halloween candy. I had even talked to a "certified beauty technician assistant" and told her about my irritations with lipstick, and she helped me in finding just the perfect shade. And as I stood in the mirror looking at myself...had to give her credit.

"Good job, Tiffany." I murmured, and smirked a bit. The lipstick looked good. I looked good. Even with my glasses still perched on my nose, even with my braces still hiding behind my lips, I looked the sexiest I had ever looked.

At least clothed. I'm sure there were times over the past few months that I looked even more enticing, but none of those instances were appropriate to be heading out to the Fall Formal. With a smile I hurried down the steps, my new heels clicking as I did so, until finally I was stopped one last time as I came through the living room. A voice from the big recliner in front of the TV chirped up, and my Dad's voice slipped into the room.

"Heading out, huh, sweetie?" He looked up from the newspaper, and beamed wide as he saw me. "You look beautiful, hon. Just like your mother."

I hoped not. Mom was beautiful, sure, you could even say she aged really well. But I was hoping to avoid the ripped jean phase that she was for the past, oh...five years.

"Thanks, Dad." I offered bashfully, still playing up the role of the innocent little girl. I had to. It was my only believable card with my parents, partly because I had lived it for so many years. "I promise I'll be home before twelve."

"I trust you, dear." My Dad smiled warmly, and kept his gaze on me. Just like Mom, Dad had words he used as code for a deeper meaning. Telling me he trusted me was code for "I trust no guys are going to go for you." He hadn't had to ever worry about it before, and was likely pretty complacent about his daughter always being a little less desired. His complacency was so great that evening that he must not of saw how good my butt looked in the dress. Or how it lifted my breasts.

"Thanks, Dad, love you." I smiled, offering my father some of the few words these days that I told them that wasn't a lie. Almost everything aside from words of my affection for them was deceit these days; the constant exploitation of all the good will I had banked for eighteen years. Where I was going, who I'd be with, why I needed money...almost none of those questions were ever answered honestly. Where was I going? Usually to go get fucked. Who would I be with? Mr. Poln, or Mrs. Stahl, or some stranger I'd let fuck me in a dressing room at the mall. Why did I need money? Condoms, usually. Cigarettes, if Mrs. Stahl asked me to pick some up for her on the way to getting dommed by her. But that night...I actually wasn't too dishonest. At least for the most part.

We've known each other for a while now, and you know that by this point lying to my parents had definitely become a matter of practice. And I had gotten damn good at it, when my sexual satisfaction was on the line. So it might shock you to learn that I really was going to the Fall Formal that night. When I got into my car and drove to the school, my thoughts were on the dance. The entire gymnasium would be decorated and dressed up in Autumnal colors, and all of the upperclassmen would be dancing, groping, and sneaking drinks, cigarettes, and weed in the bathrooms. And I'd be there. At the school. At the dance.

...but I wasn't there to waste my time with a bunch of other students. And I sure as hell wasn't going there to dance.

While all the other kids were parked on one end of the school to head into the gym for their little dance, I was parking on the other end, near where the marching band usually ran their drills. It was the end of the school that housed the music department and the auditorium; and that late at night it was entirely dark and almost completely vacant. As I stepped out of my car and made a beeline through a dark parking lot, my destination was the rear entrance of the school leading up a ramp into the ass end of the music room. There were no lights on, just as I had been told. I walked carefully but with a bit of excitement to my step; making sure not to trip on heels in the dark, but still eager to get to my destination as I started to make my way up the ramp to the large metal door leading inside. I opened it and slipped inside, into the music room lit only by the distant lights outside coming in through the window, and a tiny shaft of radiance coming in from a door up a flight of stairs near the back. The music room was set up with tiered levels for the entire band to seat in an orchestral fashion, and there was a staircase pressed at the very end of the room leading up to where the music department held all their old costumes from past productions. I spoke from experience that it was a private room and one of the quietest places in the school; there had been times during my old life that I had snuck there to be alone with my thoughts, surrounded by nothing but the costumes of days long past. It was secluded, it was private, and it was just nerdy enough that none of the stoners would know about it to use to get high.

I made my way up the stairs, my excitement growing with each and every step. It was too bad the room leading up the stairs was dark; I could've used the opportunity to look in a mirror and fix my hair, or make sure that my lipstick was still perfectly positioned. I dismissed such thoughts as easily as they slipped into my mind, since I knew that neither one of those things would be particularly neat before too long. When I finally stood at the top of the stairs and let my hand rest on the handle, I took a long, deep breath, preparing myself.

Since Mr. Poln had first made me suck him off, kneeling there in his office in my schoolgirl skirt, I had grown up quite a bit. Sure, I was eighteen that day just as I was eighteen there in the music room, but in just a few short months I had matured immeasurably. I had learned how to please a man with any one of my holes, and I had learned not only how to be seduced but how to seduce in turn. I had enjoyed more sex with more men than most girls my age, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I was better at it because I learned from older men that knew what they were doing. I didn't let some jock quarterback rut me until completion and blab about how good I was; I took the advice of my married teacher and the other men I serviced, I spent time practicing my technique and learning the ins and outs of being a good lover...or a good slut. Sometimes, those skills had to be applied in different ways, depending on what I was that evening.

My hand was nearly trembling as I held the doorknob, but finally I started to open it, swallowing any last traces of nervousness and letting excitement come to rest within me. I was already wet...I had to admit. I knew what was waiting there for me past that door to the private costume room, and when I stepped inside I wasn't even remotely disappointed.

There they were, all three of them. Mr. Poln, my wonderful History Teacher that had caught me passing a note and turned one blowjob into months of erotic conquest. Mr. Grace, the gym teacher. He was tall and black and muscular, and...black. I liked black. A lot. And finally there was Mrs. Stahl, my English teacher. Red-hair, glasses, and the fiery eyes of a mature woman that was experienced at being in control. She was pregnant again, this time with her second child, though she had confided in me that it was the first she suspected wasn't with her husband. She was already showing with a full belly that had a subtle curve to it, and ample breasts that were straining against the fabric of her dress shirt. She licked her lips as she gazed at me, her look no less predatory than that of Mr. Poln or Mr. Grace. As the door closed behind me I looked to the three fully dressed teachers, every one of them a trusted member of the community, every one of them a pillar of the faculty.

Every one of them there to fuck me, the eighteen year old schoolgirl slut.

"Well, I'll be damned." Mr. Grace was the first to speak, and his deep, throaty voice made me practically tremble. Mr. Grace was tall and an imposing figure, and I remember more than once finding him wonderfully sexy as he barked orders at his students while they ran circles in class. That tone now had me even wetter, and I couldn't help but let my gaze focus on him as he stood in the center of the trio of teachers. "You two really weren't bullshitting me. There she is."

"You look lovely, dear." Mrs. Stahl spoke in a tone that was almost motherly, but it was far less pure than how my own mother had addressed me. I could feel Mrs. Stahl's eyes going over me, and I blushed a little as I took in her pregnant frame in turn. She was sexy even while pregnant, standing there in a pencil skirt, nylons, and a white dress shirt. Professional and poised, and ringing with authority. "The other students don't deserve to see you like this." Her words were far more comforting and echoed deeper within me than the kind words from my mother, and I blushed underneath the attention.

"The other students wouldn't know what to do with her." Finally it was Mr. Poln's turn to speak, and my eyes drifted over to his own. The teacher that started it all, the one that had taught me how to suck, how to fuck, and how to be a wonderfully submissive slut. Admittedly in the past month or so my time with Mr. Poln had been lessened. He was working on resolving things with his wife, and that left less time to fuck eighteen year olds in the backseat of his car. Had that turn of events happened months ago I would've been upset, but at that point in my sexual evolution I had learned how to fend for myself. I stepped forward, smiling as Mr. Poln spoke up once more. "...damn, Kim. I'm really fucking proud of you."

It was an odd thing to hear from a teacher, that he was proud over the slut I had become. That he was proud that I fucked strange men in dressing rooms, that he was proud that I was there that night for all three of my teachers to claim me. But there the words were, hanging in the air, making me swell with pride and glee. I couldn't help but smile wider and wider, squirming gently as I rested underneath their gaze.

"Thank you, Mr. Poln." I spoke up with a smile, and after a hand moved back behind me to ensure the door to the music room was locked, I looked towards the three of them. I was wet in that moment...so...so wet. Stahl, Grace, and Poln...two of them fucked me so regularly that they knew my body inside and out, and one of them was brand new. Brand new, and so very, very compelling. I blushed as I cleared my throat, and gazed to the three with a shy voice as I addressed them. "Would it be okay if I got to know Mr. Grace a bit better first? I've been...eagerly waiting for this."

So many days in gym class watching him boss the other students around, so many times I wondered just what Mr. Grace was packing underneath his pants. When I asked that question both Mrs. Stahl and Mr. Poln smiled knowingly, likely by now fully predicting my desires. They knew me well. They knew how I mewled I was ordered to treat a black cock, and they knew just how my mind worked. Mr. Poln gave me the nod of approval and Mrs. Stahl wasn't long after, moving to pat Mr. Grace on the shoulder as she stepped behind him.

"Well, you heard the girl, Paul." She grinned, and arched a brow underneath the rim of her glasses. "She's practically begging to suck your cock."

I was. God, how I was. Before Mr. Grace even made his way over to me I had dropped down onto my knees, my pretty silky dress bunching around my body as I assumed a position that had become most natural to me. I licked my lips and tasted the lipstick once more, trembling as the moment drew ever near. Mr. Grace was approaching me with a smile, and I could already see the tent building at the front of his pants. He was huge, I could already tell. My hunger was growing as he drifted near me and I couldn't wait to reach my hands out, and when I did they moved right towards his belt with an eager grip.

"You're a lot different than you act in glass, Kim." Mr. Grace grinned as I worked feverishly, unsnapping his belt and pulling it free. "Don't think I've ever seen you move so fast."

"I've never wanted a grade in gym class this much." Came my immediate and honest reply; high praise from a straight A student like myself. When I managed to have Mr. Grace's pants down around his knees I could still see his tent through his boxers, still impressive in girth and scope, and still there for me to touch. I shuddered as I let one of my hands move out to hold along the shape of it, feeling just how heavy and thick he was. My cheeks were red, and I practically shivered as I gazed up at him. So hungry. So desperate. "Mr. Grace, it...it's so...oh god, so big…"

From the background, Mrs. Stahl gave a little grin as she clucked her tongue and shook her head. My English teacher was the teasing and chatty type, and I had learned that she truly enjoyed watching her favorite student service a man. One of her hands rested on top of her pregnant belly, and she rubbed back and forth as she spoke aloud. "Kim's always been such a size queen. Little slut's never satisfied, is she?"

"Well, that's our job tonight, isn't it?" Mr. Poln responded with a grin, gazing over at the pregnant woman. "But let's see how she handles Paul, first. I want to see some deepthroating, Kim. I don't care if you think he's too big, Paul's taking a big risk by cheating on his wife to be here tonight. Make it worth the effort, okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Poln." I offered readily, licking my lips hungrily once more. I leaned in close, and my eyes shut as I pressed the side of my face against the tent in Mr. Grace's boxers. A gasp came from us both as I let my cheek rest alongside his cock through the fabric, and I could feel him throb against me. Slowly, steadily, and ready to be sucked. When I looked back up my glasses were eschew, but I ignored it for the time being. While my gaze remained transfixed on Mr. Grace's stern and dark eyes, I moved to pull his cock finally free. Nearly eight inches of thick black cock poured out into my hands, and I trembled at the sheer weight of it. He was long and thick, his tip drooling precum as if he had been waiting for my attention all year long. With my hands visibly trembling I turned my head to face his shaft, and with one brief motion pressed my lips to the side for a long, long moment. Against my lips I could feel him shiver, feel his heartbeat through that wonderful length, and when I peeled my mouth away I had left a noticeable ruby red lipstick mark against his dark prick. With my kiss planted on his cock and the genuine hope that his wife didn't notice it, I finally looked up at Mr. Grace and spoke.

"Ever fucked a student before, Mr. Grace?" I asked, my voice serene and as sweet as I could manage. "Ever had her beg you to cum inside?"

"Can't say I have, Kim." Mr. Grace responded with a slow and steady smirk. "But I've always wanted to try."

That...was just the answer I was looking for.

It was just a moment later that Mrs. Stahl and Mr. Poln were sitting nearby on a pair of folding chairs, watching everything unfold. I had started sucking on Mr. Grace's cock in long, deep strokes that pushed my lips to the very edge of his lap, each time taking his enormous length straight down my throat. I had gotten good at deepthroating. After all, I was a very studious young woman and I had worked hard at it. The tip of his cock was somewhere halfway down, and I could feel it tickling with each and every one of his throbs. As I sucked him, keeping that monster down my throat, I just gazed up at my handsome older teacher through the lenses of my glasses. Keep the eye contact. Look innocent, even when you're choking on cock. These were all lessons I had been taught, and taught very, very well.

"God, Kim...you're...whew…" Mr. Grace was left understandably speechless after I pulled my mouth back up, leaving his cock layered in thick, wet spit. His shaft wore a few marks from my lipstick and I smirked a little at the sight; one of my hands moving up to hold the base of his slippery shaft. I was jerking him casually as I moved my mouth to close overtop just his head, teasing back and forth with my tongue as I gave my throat a rest. It was important to not overextend yourself while you servicing someone so large; resting was crucial to being able to hang in there to finish the job. Again, things that I understood that no slutty but untrained cheerleader could possibly comprehend. Besides, since my senses weren't overwhelmed by not being able to breathe properly, I could focus on my teacher's praise. "I've never gotten blown like this. It's...shit, you're amazing."

"She really is." Mrs. Stahl's voice came from the side, and I darted my eyes towards her. She was still cradling her pregnant stomach through her white dress shirt, watching the scene unfold with great interest. "You can see why we both spoke of her as our favorite student." Mr. Poln simply nodded at that, and with the praise from my other two teachers sitting in my belly, I started to suck a little more eagerly. My tongue worked eagerly back and forth on the underside of Mr. Grace's thick cockhead, and both of my hands worked up to wrap around his monstrous length. I was pumping him with both fists because I practically had to given his size, and with my hands moving swiftly on his length I finally pulled my mouth up, speaking in my cutest and sweetest voice.

"I'm glad you like my mouth, Mr. Grace." I beamed, smiling wide and showcasing my glistening braces. Gotta show the braces; guys liked the braces almost as much as the glasses. "You can fuck it whenever you like...if you're having a rough day just send me a pass during 3rd or 6th periods." My two classes with Mrs. Stahl and Mr. Poln. They certainly understood.

"Might take you up on that." Mr. Grace smirked a bit, and his hand finally lowered, moving into my dark, pulled-up hair. He pulled my mouth back onto his cock and I continued sucking him about halfway down; no longer deepthroating him but pushing my lips against the side of my fist, ensuring that every inch of his remarkable length was held by my palm if not my mouth. As I bounced my head back and forth on his member, savoring the taste of his glorious black dick, my diligent teachers broke into a discussion.

"And she's good to go?" Mr. Grace looked towards the other two, grinning. "To fuck?"

"Good to fuck." Mr. Poln smirked, his eyes gazing up and down my body. I could tell; he was desperate to get inside of me, tenting in his pants and eager to share me with Mr. Grace. Even though I had given him a sloppy blowjob during lunch break that same day, he was always eager to spend a load inside of his prized student. "So think about what you want to do with her."

"Some restrictions apply, Paul." Mrs. Stahl chimed in, adjusting her glasses as she stared down at the dark stud being sucked off by my eager mouth. I blushed as she spoke; partly for her words, and partly because of the care and attention that she always put into things. While Mr. Poln was keen on training me submission and how to be a slut, Mrs. Stahl had become a staple for me in learning how to do it safely. Learning how to enjoy it. Learning how to be a whore in only the most comfortable way possible. "You're larger than I expected, and Kim's not prepared for that in her ass just yet. She's only barely learned how to handle this one." She gestured to Mr. Poln, and I blushed brightly at that.

"I'll keep that whole busy so you're not tempted." Mr. Poln grinned, licking his lips. A shiver of arousal pulled through me, and my thighs trembled at the notion. Mr. Poln had indeed started fucking my ass recently, once Mrs. Stahl had cleared me for being able to take as much. She was a good teacher; always testing my limits with toys that only got bigger and bigger, rewarding me for succeeding but never punishing me for not being ready yet. I gazed over at Mrs. Stahl, my eyes shining with appreciation for her. Even with my mouth stuffed with Mr. Grace's cock, I could tell she saw my look and gave me a little smile in response.

I wasn't sure yet what role Mr. Grace, or Paul, would have in my life. Both Mr. Poln and Mrs. Stahl fulfilled an important position in the life of a healthy slut in training; the two of them worked together, sharing the resources of my teenaged holes to make sure they'd both be serviced appropriately. And together, they taught me all I knew. Whether Mr. Grace was going to teach me new things or simply be there as an enormous stud to fuck me senseless when I desired it I didn't yet know; but I could already tell he was there to stay. He was already addicted to my mouth, to my licking and slurping and my reckless hunger for his length. And as my head lowered to slave my tongue over his heavy sack, his meat flopping onto my face and smearing my makeup with my own thick spit, it was clear I was just as addicted.

Maybe Mr. Grace wasn't there to teach me, but to reward me for all the hard work I had done.

"Paul, I think it's time you lay down and let Kim ride that monster." Mrs. Stahl chimed in, gesturing towards the two of us with a grin. She lowered her hand to point just at her feet, where she had pulled down some of the costume room's clothes to form a little pillow just in between her heels. "If you'd be so kind to lay down here? Gives her plenty of room to reach me, and I'm sure none of you want a pregnant woman to be put out, do you?" She smirked coyly, her red locks dangling before her glasses as she teased the two. Mr. Grace just nodded and pulled back on my hair, leaving his thick, wet cock dangling inches before my lips.

"Ready to get fucked, Kim?" He asked, grinning wide. "Tell me how much you want to ride."

"More than anything." I whispered, aching within the sexy dark red dress I was wearing. I wasn't wearing any panties that evening, like I imagine most girls didn't to the Fall Formal, but unlike them I had left them behind in favor of a real cock. Not some teenaged prick, but a thick, glorious, middle-aged black monster. I was breathless as I looked up at Mr. Grace, spit drooling from my lips and landing in tiny splatters against the silky fabric of my dress. "Let me on it, Mr. Grace. Let me milk all your cum out, please…"

The three teachers shared glances and grins, and Mr. Grace finally nodded. He moved to lay back just as Mrs. Stahl suggested, and as he got comfortable Mrs. Stahl got herself into position as well. She slid down some on her chair and spread her knees wide, her skirt lifting to reveal that she had the same policy as me when it came to panties that evening. Her shaved slit was sitting just underneath her pregnant belly, ready to be serviced. Maybe if I was good, she'd let me turn my head forward and listen to the baby, after I made her cum.

Mr. Grace laid flat with his cock sticking straight up, and I was desperate as I drew near, ready to mount him. I didn't bother slipping out of my dress; what good was a sexy outfit if you couldn't get fucked in it? Instead I simply pulled it around my waist as I lowered myself to the proper position, my breath catching in my throat as I moved to straddle Mr. Grace's big, thick member. Using Mrs. Stahl's thighs to steady myself I let my knees slip onto the carpet once more, and with a shudder I could feel his tip squeezing against my entrance.

He was big. So...so big, easily the largest I had ever had inside of me. It was going to hurt a little, I knew that much...but my god, did I ever want it. I wanted that black monster inside of me, I wanted to feel him push in deeper than anyone had ever been. And I wanted him to cum inside of me, to fill me up, to let all of that sticky cream flooding within me. With my hands tightening on Mrs. Stahl's thighs I finally let my eyes close, and I braced myself as I began to squeeze down. Mr. Grace's hands moved to hold my hips; and if he didn't I'm not sure I would've had the strength on my own. He was so damned big and my little walls were stretched so tight that it was a real struggle to get him all inside. At the halfway point I paused, my muscles tight as I tried to cope with just how much he was filling me. Even with my pussy soaking wet and his cock slathered in my spit, it was a strain on my folds. But as I sat half-masted on his cock, my teachers were yet there to guide me.

"Shh, shh, slow now." Mr. Grace's voice was gentle and he was rather patient with me. Surprising, considering how much he likely wanted to hilt himself within me. Mrs. Stahl joined in, one of her hands moving to caress my shoulder, and the other moving to come back down the silky strands of my hair.

"Easy, sweetie." She cooed, her motherly voice sounding even more soothing now that she was pregnant. Mrs. Stahl had become a master of comforting me in situations where my body was just a little too tight around something being shoved inside of it, and she had never let me down. "Just like Troy back at my place, right? Scary at first, but you can do it."

Troy was the name of a particularly big vibrator Mrs. Stahl owned; named for her favorite student.

"Nnng...y...yes...I want...want it...inside…" I hissed through my teeth, and shivered as I pushed myself down a few more slow and steady inches. I could feel my layers peeling down his shaft, covering him with my own excitement, just as I felt a tightness swelling in my lower half. My thighs ached from being pulled apart so wide, but a little muscle soreness was to be expected. And well, well worth it. When I was finally seated on Mr. Grace's cock it was glorious; and I shuddered and moaned in glee. Both Mr. Grace and Mrs. Stahl gave me a supportive pat, though the victory celebration was short-lived. After all, we had a job to do.

"Good girl...gooooood girl." Mrs. Stahl had a way of praising me even as she coerced me, and she was already pulling my head in so I could lick her pussy. I had to turn my head so I didn't bump against her pregnant belly to get there, but before long her flavor was filling my mouth and I was suckling against her eagerly. My English teacher's tasty pussy was offered up to me as it was so very often, and Mrs. Stahl savored a long sigh as she rested back, her hand leaving my hair. And as I ate, diligently licking and thanking the woman that kept me soothed, my hips slowly started to rock.

Every motion. I swear, every motion made it feel like Mr. Grace went deeper. It's hard to describe just how great it feels when you have a cock that large inside of you. You're put into a state of hypersensitivity, and you can barely breathe without being reminded that you've essentially been stabbed with eight inches of flesh. I used one of my hands to brace against Mrs. Stahl's thigh, and the other moved down to hold to Mr. Grace's chest, keeping myself as stable as I possibly could. With my pretty red dress pulled up around my waist, I rolled slowly back and forth and kept Mr. Grace's cock very, very happy, all knowing in the back of my head that our meeting wasn't complete. Not entirely, at least.

"It's coming in, Kim." Mr. Poln's voice made me shuddered, and I nodded with my tongue pressed flush against Mrs. Stahl's slit. I knew exactly what he meant, and he didn't disappoint. While I was mounting and eating two of my teachers a third finally drew behind me, and I was pressed harder against Mr. Grace's cock as this new one pushed my hips forward. He rolled my lap so that my rear turned up towards him, and from there I felt the slickened touch of Mr. Poln's cock against the tight, tight squeeze of my ass.

He had taken the time to lubricate himself; I could tell from the tiny chill that ran through my spine. It was a little cold to the touch at first as he smeared that wonderful liquid around my entrance with the tip of his cock, soon warming up afterwards once the air had time to sit on it. And then, with a slow and careful push, Mr. Poln's cock started to penetrate my ass.

"Waaaahhh…nnnmmmmwaaaa!" I cried out. I couldn't help it! My scream echoed against Mrs. Stahl's pussy and she cradled me close, coddling me with fingers in my hair and holding my forehead to her pregnant belly. I had taken Mr. Poln's cock in my ass as well as a dozen different toys controlled by Mrs. Stahl, but I had never taken him when my pussy was so otherwise...full. I was already stretched to my limit, and that steady push of a new cock in my ass was practically overwhelming. For the briefest of moments, I thought it was too much, and I came dangerously close to putting the evening to an abrupt end.

Recess. Recess was the safe word that I shared with Mrs. Stahl and Mr. Poln, and I was positive that they had advised Mr. Grace of it. And that word sat on my tongue as Mr. Poln squeezed his cock inside of me, stretching my ass, forcing my entire body to adjust to being penetrated in two holes at the same time. I couldn't even get a full breath to help me recover, for every time I tried my mouth was pushed far too tight against Mrs. Stahl's wet, hungry slit. My muscles were tense and my eyes started to water, and for a few seconds, I'll freely admit I was scared. "It's too much," I thought to myself, my mind racing. "Too much inside of me, I can't handle it. I'm only eighteen. I'm just a teenager, this is too much too soon."

"R...R….R…" I was stuttering into Mrs. Stahl's pussy as Mr. Poln finished hilting himself, eventually squeezing himself down to the base. My ass was thoroughly stretched around him, just as my pussy was taking in all of Mr. Grace's enormous cock. And as I knelt there, impaled on both ends, smothered on my mouth, I knew that all of my teachers only had my enjoyment and pleasure in mind.

And...fuck, they knew me so well.

"R...Ready…" My voice staggered out, and I nodded, swallowing a gulp of fear mixed with excitement. Who was I kidding? I was loving every last second of it. The stretching, the ache in my thighs, the presence of their cocks in my intimate holes, the flavor of pussy...everything in that moment was perfect.

I fucking loved the Fall Formal.

Mr. Grace and Mr. Poln were careful with me at first, though I think by that point we all knew just what the evening was going to devolve into. Mr. Poln was acutely aware of just how much his little slut could take, and he pulled back with his shaft only to push in harder again, throbbing against me as my ass tightened around him. Though I was eager to be fucked in such a fashion I was still far from what I would call mobile, and I'll freely admit that over the course of the next few minutes I didn't do much. I wasn't totally in control of my body as it got used to the sensation and the strain, and for a long while all I was able to do was lick my tongue back and forth across Mrs. Stahl's clit and make my lower holes available to my teachers. I couldn't control when my pussy or my ass tightened on Mr. Grace or Mr. Poln's cocks, and I certainly couldn't control when my thighs tensed and my muscles tightened, caught somewhere in a limbo between orgasm and quivering ache.

It was an odd sensation, and until that point I hadn't enjoyed anything quite like it yet. Sure, I had been fucked with toys inside of my ass by both Mr. Poln and Mrs. Stahl, but there was something about that moment that made it all staggeringly hot and exciting. I was still dressed in the same dress and heels that my mother praised my beauty in, and I was still underneath the curfew that my father had practically dismissed earlier that evening. My parents trusted me; they thought that at that moment I was likely having an awkward dance with one of the unpopular boys...if I was lucky. Never would they have guessed that in that very moment their precious daughter was being shared between three of her teachers, every last one of them more than double her age. The flavor of Mrs. Stahl's pussy, the throbbing of Mr. Poln's cock in my ass, and the...amazing stretching presence of Mr. Grace were all stark reminders of what I had become, what I had thrown myself into. No longer was I the good and sweet student. Hell, I had thrown that out long, long ago to embrace my life as a brazen slut.

And I probably never loved it as much as in that very moment. The slap of flesh, the smell of excitement and sweat, being the focus of attention from my three favorite teachers...I enjoyed being a used teenage slut in that moment more than I ever would've guessed. My ass would be sore the next morning and my dress was going to be essentially ruined, but...I didn't care. I didn't care about anything that would take place in the next hour, let alone the next morning. All that mattered was that I was getting fucked, I was getting claimed, and I was getting used the way I had been trained.

My teachers talked while they fucked me, but I'll be damned if I can remember what they said. I probably didn't even hear it the first time around, I didn't exactly have my wits about me. I remember Mrs. Stahl combing my hair and holding me there to her pussy, letting my forehead squeeze tight against her pregnant tummy. I can remember Mr. Poln slapping the side of my ass every few thrusts, making sure that there were nice, bright red imprints to remind me of what a tramp I had become. And I remember Mr. Grace, his strong hands on my hips as he thrust from below, each strike of his cock piercing me down to my very core. I was so stretched, and I was so happy.

I was overwhelmed completely, which is why my memory of the finish is a little hazy. I don't really know the order of events, of which of my teachers came first, mostly because I didn't stop cumming. It overtook me halfway through my gangbang, and the quivering and the moaning and the screaming didn't really stop until I was so exhausted I was ready to pass out. But each one of them had their way with me, and each time it made me break into a new orgasm. Mr. Poln's cum swirled inside of my ass, tightly gripped and squeezed out, forming a bead against my button. Mrs. Stahl squirted; and after she plastered my face and my well-styled hair with her nectar she lowered herself down as much as her pregnant tummy would allow so she could kiss me. Our tongues were swiping back and forth, sharing the taste of her pussy and bouncing in between my moans. And Mr. Grace came...and he came hard.

The rush was intense. So much warmth, so much cum, all of it for me, all of it fed straight into my tight, ready hole. I was on the pill at the time, but if I wasn't, to this day I have no doubt in my mind that he would've bred me. That enormous cock of his released wave after wave of cum, and my pussy tightened and squeezed every last bit, eagerly milking as much as it could. I had a hungry cunt that night that only wanted to be fed more of the cream out of that thick black cock, and Mr. Grace's climax was drawn out because I wouldn't stop squeezing, rolling my hips, and begging for more.

And when it was over, I was filled with cum and covered in squirt, and barely conscious as I collapsed against the heap of muscular flesh that was my gym teacher. I was breathing heavy and trembling, cum rolling from my ass and my pussy, and my teenage senses had been overloaded to the point of breaking. I was still twitching in tiny aftershocks as I felt them scoop me up, and they did something for me that very few submissives were lucky enough to enjoy.

They tended to me. Cared for me. Protected me.

I was a wreck that night, and there would've been no way I could've gotten home and passed as anything less than creampied and fucked stupid to my parents. And I can't help but think that given the circumstances, some lovers might've simply said that was my problem. But while I drifted in and out of conscious after my first official double penetration, their plans were laid out with only my best interests in mind.

Mr. Grace put up the money for a hotel room for me to stay in, while Mrs. Stahl made a well-placed call to my parents, posing as one of my friend's mothers.

"She's all tuckered out from dancing." I heard Mrs. Stahl talk to my mother. "But before she and Jody and all the other girls headed upstairs, she asked if I'd call you to check in. Does she have any allergies? I was going to make them some snacks." It was a nice touch. Really threw my Mom off the trail that the same woman she was talking to had just given me a heavy dose of squirt to swallow.

And in the morning, after they put me to bed and returned to their respective spouses, it was Mr. Poln that checked in on me first thing in the morning. My car was waiting in the hotel parking lot, and my dress had been given a rush order at the dry cleaner's. Everything was waiting for me the morning after, and all I had to worry about was a sore rear and whatever tattered fragments of my innocence that had been fucked away the night after.

And that's the events of the Fall Formal, where I said to hell with my peers and had a much better night. With my parents none the wiser, I had made a new friend, experienced a new thrill, and was reminded of just how much my dominant teachers tended to their prized sub, their perfect slut that was eager to please. I didn't do any dancing, but I had more fun than anyone that did.

And perhaps, one day, we'll talk about what I did during the prom.

End of Chapter 12.

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