Senior Prom Night: A Tale of Forbidden Desire and Anal Pleasure

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I will start part 7 with Jim and Amy in their preparation for Amy’s senior prom. I am sorry about the time spent in between this installment and the last (part 6). When I proofread my previous writing I disliked the storyline. I trashed it and rewrote the entire thing. I want you to pay close attention to this WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS MALE ANAL STIMULATION AND PENETRATION BY A FEMALE. If this is not your cup of tea, please save yourself some grief and I some frustration as to why I am getting negative comments. CHOOSE ANOTHER STORY PLEASE.

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Amy and I agreed to spend Easter with our families so previously set commitments would not have to be broken. Once we returned to school most of the student body would be consumed with SAT testing; the seniors had completed theirs before spring break. Amy’s class happened to be unusually large as compared to the other three classes; using a democratic form of decision making the class agreed to use the counties civic auditorium to host their prom. (Most of the senior proms were held in the gymnasium, it would be woefully inadequate considering the attendance number.) Amy was the class treasurer so she was busy purchasing decorations, refreshments, and securing a live band for the entertainment.

A few weeks before prom night I received a call from Mrs. Jefferson, “Hi Jim, Amy told me this morning you two haven’t discussed the colors of your attire for the prom”. “Ok I have settled on wearing a black tux and any color Amy wants will be fine with me”, I said. Amy had been spending several hours a day, six days a week to get the proper decor ; I even volunteered some time just so I would have an excuse to hang out with Amy (Her idea). In twenty five days the auditorium went from basic white to the elegantly combined colors of silver and copper. The week before the prom my class was scheduled for SAT testing. We were the final class to finish the yearly chore. Friday night had come so slow, I commented to Susan on Wednesday, “By the time Friday gets here, the passing time will seem like two weeks instead of one”.

Amy’s dress was breathtaking she effectively layered a combo of orange and pink to create the illusion of copper. She could have worn an onion sack and looked better than half the class. Of course we had a denim duo that had new pants and jackets for the affair. There were five girls wearing strapless gowns one or more sizes larger than they were; hoping to disguise those few pesky pounds they wasn’t able to lose. Causing wardrobe malfunctions and drawing unwanted attention. Halfway through the dance involving the class members and their dates one of these girls danced right out her dress. She ran out of the building crying her eyes out. During this dance Amy had positioned me away from prying eyes to feel and make sure my anal plug was secure and not showing. We reversed our places and I checked hers too.

I couldn’t hold the toy in any longer when there was thirty minutes remaining for the prom. I sat at a table to rest my tired sphincter muscles. Amy laughed out loud devilishly as I gingerly sat on the hard folding chair. I motioned to her with one hand I wanted to tell her something; she collected a chair from one of the adjoining tables then sat next to me and leaned in close to hear what I had to say. “My toy nearly fell out babe”, I said. “It’s ok if we sit for a minute I am struggling with my toy also”, Amy said. We lasted to

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