Caught in the Act (Chris)

You never in a million years expected to be dancing with Rose in the middle of a group of the prettiest girls you had ever known, or that you would be inches away from them all grinding away on your teammates the way they were... Each one of them were wearing a dress similar to Rose's, which was a blue, open-back, satin cocktail dress; some girls had shorter dresses, and some more had leg slits that drew your eye, but you didn't have much time to keep looking around, because to fit in with the rest of the cheerleaders and players, Rose pulled your hands to clasp her waist as she backed her cute butt into your crotch and began to dance on you. She had you straining against your pants seconds into the first song, a fact that wasn't lost on her, as she turned back and grinned at you over her shoulder while shaking her ass playfully.

The fabric of your pants was thin, and the softness of the thong your mom had picked out for you to wear tonight, left you with no defense against the pleasure and heat Rose was forcing on you. Her dress was perfectly pushed between her cheeks by your obvious, straight-out erection, and every once in a while she would twirl around to face you and look your body up and down, grinning at how she was clearly affecting you. It was only around the 3rd song that you started to feel it... you were starting to stain the front of your pants! Rose had been facing you then done a quick turn, your erection pushed sideways against her cheek as she pivoted, then springing back into place just as she drove back hard against you, making a single spurt of cum spray through your thong. Your sure that if anyone was paying you any attention they would have seen your eyes go wide and mouth open in shock, but a quick survey showed that all the girls and your friends had their hands full, quite literally in some cases. Almost out of primal urges, you grabbed onto Rose's hips and started to thrust into her butt for the first time before regaining some composure, thinking about how you didn't want to be the guy who came his pants during the dance, even as good as Rose's ass felt and how she seemed to appreciate your newfound, if temporary, initiative. You stopped thrusting and leaned up to her ear to announce your decision to run to the bathroom, leaving her flustered, confused, and alone on the dance floor just as the song ended; and not a moment too soon, as as you pulled yourself from her warm backside you felt another, pent up spurt make its way into your pants.

Luckily the path to the restroom was an easy one, as the big group of Super Seniors was clearly dominating everyone else's attention. You found the first stall and surveyed the damage, a decently sized wet spot right along the zipper of your pants. You unzipped and set to work drying off with tissues when some one else entered the bathroom; two people in fact. You reflexively pulled up against the far wall of your stall when you heard their voices... two that you recognized as Ms. Walton and Coach Hester.

"You can lock the door from the inside? Why is that a thing? You have a habit of fucking hotties in here Coach?"

"Nope, just fine ladies like yourself... Now you going to make good on what you were saying earlier or do you need a reminder of what got your attention in the first place?"

"Ooo why don't you get that big cock of yours out... I want you inside me again."

The sound of frenzied kissing, moaning, and grunts filled your ears as you pictured what your favorite teacher had been wearing to the dance tonight and how she was currently getting it on with your football coach just feet away from you. She had simply looked like temptation itself in a little black dress tonight; so you couldn't blame Coach one bit for hitting on her, but there was no way you could have imagined her being interested in him! Much less them actually having sex, in the school, during the Homecoming dance. A heavy slam into the stall wall jarred you from your thoughts as Coach entered Ms. Walton from behind; their feet giving away their position as you could see under the stall from your place against the wall opposite. Without thought, you started masturbating to Ms. Walton's moans and breathy "fucks!" as Coach grunted away at her. Visions of what had to be Coach's big, black cock churning up Ms. Walton's insides as his thrusts made her ass clap against thighs filled your mind... You slowly, then quickly began to massage yourself. It had been a while since your last supervised orgasm, hence why you were so eager with Rose earlier, and this was too erotic a moment to pass up, even though you adored Ms. Walton and could barely stand to actually think about how it would affect how you saw her moving forward. She certainly seemed to be far from innocent!

"Oh my god... pick me up baby, I want you to pin me to the wall and make me cum!"

Another slam against your stall made you shoot a rocket of cum as you snapped out of your interracial reverie, and as Coach and Ms. Walton began to climax you simply added your quite impressive ejaculate to the thin, steel divider between you. You weren't really sure if it had been 5 minutes, or 30, since they had entered the bathroom, but Coach and Ms. Walton spent at least a few more making out as Coach kept her pinned up against the stall wall; his dick, no doubt, buried to the hilt inside her.

"How long as it been, Coach? It feels like your dickhead grew three times as big when you came! Oh my god, that was EXACTLY what I needed tonight..." Coach let Ms. Walton slide from his arms and off his dick.

"Just about a week without... that's just about all I can handle without at least taking care of myself, but you made it worth it!"

Ms. Walton's ass dropped into view from under the stall; she was still wearing a cute, red thong that Coach had clearly just pulled aside, and now she was kneeling in front of Coach, marveling at how full his condom was.

"Jesus, I was right! It's like you grew a whole 'nother bulb on the end of your dick! God, that's a lot of cum... Next time we hook up you better save up something like this for me. I want to feel it all over me next time, instead of in this big condom."

With that, you heard the sound of Ms. Walton peeling the condom off Coach's dick and, before you could react, you saw her toss it behind her, directly into your stall. It landed just between your feet, and it was absolutely shockingly full of cum. You flinched a bit, and in doing so realized that you hadn't been consciously staying all that quiet. You had no idea if you had given yourself away or not and the nerves started to sink in, as you stood there with your dick out, not daring to move as they cleaned up and made their way out of the bathroom secretively. When you were sure they were gone you finally mustered up the courage to move, but your foot found the edge of Coach's condom and in your half-disrobed state nothing could stop you from slipping to the ground; landing right on top of the discarded cum balloon. Your pants were around your knees and your right butt cheek is what made contact with the condom, sending a deluge of cum down your inner thighs, butt, and around your balls. It was hot, viscous, and sticky, with the condom itself clinging to your skin as you got up and tried to use toilet paper to wipe Coach's cum away; ultimately just spreading it around feeling gross until someone else walked in to the bathroom, making you panic and pull up your pants; forgetting the condom that was stuck to your backside until you felt it squelch as you buckled your belt. You had to reach back and pull it clear, feeling an extra little bit of cum being pushed out onto your ass but not being able to do anything about it. Holding the condom was oddly mesmerizing as you couldn't imagine how Ms. Walton could even fit something that massive inside her, but you discarded it all the same and finally headed back to the dance floor after washing your hands.

When you emerge, it seems like the party is going harder than it was when you left it. Rose is nowhere in sight, but the crowd of Super Seniors is beyond dense and full of gyrating bodies. You can see at least a few girls getting felt up on the floor, and as you're scanning the room your eyes fall on Ms. Walton, chatting away with a few of her fellow teachers like she hadn't just had her brains fucked out minutes ago. You realize that if she caught you staring her way she'd know that you had been snooping on her, so you quickly started looking elsewhere for Rose, making your way closer to, but not feeling like diving into the dancing mob was a good idea, to find her. After just a few minutes of fruitless searching, Marcus catches your eye with a wave. He's sitting at an out-of-the-way table with Rose, and as he waves she appears to finally spot you. Relieved, you make your way over.

"Hey Chris! Bout time you showed up. Rose was starting to get worried you had left her here all alone. Hey Rose, why don't you let Chris get a bit of that lotion I just gave you? If he likes it maybe I can get you some more sometime."

Rose seemed to go from embarrassed at Marcus calling attention to her hand in front of you to overjoyed by his recommendation. "Oh... okay. Yes, thanks for the hand cream Marcus. You definitely gave me too much to use myself..." Rose's whole left hand seemed to be dripping full of whatever Marcus had given her; and the way she quickly followed his advice didn't give you time to react to her grabbing your hand with her right and clapping her left into your palm with a squelchy *smack*.

"Oh! Why is it so warm? It reminds me of something... almost like Elmer's Glue from back in the day... " Marcus got up and walked away while Rose massaged the cream onto both of your hands and hers; agreeing about how it was a bit sticky and that it was the last of the big bottle Marcus had, so maybe it was kind of old. She was starting to explain the scent that way too, but before you could smell your hands the DJ made the announcement that it was time for the last song and for everyone to grab their dates and head to the dance floor. Rose practically tore your arm off pulling you to over to dance; and as the slow music started playing she draped her arms over your shoulders as you started to slow dance to the music. About halfway through the dance you tried to apologize for going MIA for so much of the dance, but she shut you up with a kiss. She surprised you with how aggressive she was as her tongue entered your mouth, and you took her eagerness as a signal to grab hold of her backside and enjoy the ride; and it worked! For the first time in a while, a risk you took paid off, as Rose smiled into your kiss and doubled down on making out with you with no concern for anyone else on the dance floor. At long last, the dance came to an end and you had to break the kiss; but the look in Rose's eyes as you headed back to the limo to ride home had you in high hopes for how the evening would end back at your place...