Tempted (Rose)

Getting Chris on the dance floor was easier than you expected; but he was clearly excited to be with you and surrounded by all of your hot friends dancing together in your own side of the dance floor, as a few seconds into your first dance he was knifing into your backside. The music was too loud to allow for conversation, so you had to let Chris now how much fun you were having by rolling your butt up and down on his erection, every once and a while you felt him gasp. You really did look good tonight, so you expected nothing less than to have him popping a tent, but something about how the other girls were dancing with the rest of the football boys drew your attention too. They were putting more focus on grinding on their partner's thighs and every once and a while they'd turn to let the guys grab their asses as they kissed briefly. Marcus in particular seemed handsy, as he kept feeling girls up no matter what direction they were facing, and they all seemed to be _very _receptive! Taking their lead, you started moving your butt onto Chris's thighs and every time you passed over his crotch you could feel his boner get pushed to the side before springing back to its straight forward position. A giggle escaped from you when the thought about how much it reminded you of a springy doorstop, sound effect and all, popped into your head. After a few passes side to side, you gave Chris a spin and kiss, pulling his hands from your waist to your butt and enjoying his grasp for a moment while taking a chance to glance down at the bulge in his pants before twirling back around and planting your ass firmly on his erection, feeling it push your dress into your crack like a horny battering ram.

The joy you got from kissing Chris was quickly replaced by shocked curiosity when you caught a glimpse of Marcus's bulge when two of your friends were play fighting about who had the next dance with him. While Chris was bursting to escape his pants through his zipper, you could see the edges of Marcus's penis stretching down his pant leg for at least 7 inches, ending with a nicely rounded head that had clearly been the target of your friend's dance moves for the last few songs. You were staring at one of your friend's hands as she began to trace the outline of the monster in Marcus's pants and as you followed her hand as it meandered up his body you eventually found out that he had been watching you the entire time. He flashed a smile and you could do nothing but blush and quickly look away. Chris was the beneficiary of your embarrassment, as the only way to push the thoughts that had invaded your mind was to double your efforts to grind up against him. Up and down. Side to side. One big thrust back into his erection... was all that he could take. As soon as you made your move, he signaled to you that he was going to run to take a leak, leaving you alone and bothered on the dance floor. He was gone in the crowd before you could even really parse what had happened, or why he would leave, as Marcus was in front of you in a flash, coaxing you to dance with him by taking your hands and pulling you close.

You were thankful that he swept in like that, otherwise Chris leaving could have been more of a scene, and Marcus kept it clean to start. But as you continued to dance, every once and a while your eyes would drop from his face to his well-defined package, and back up again; confronted by his grin each time. As the beat intensified and the dancing around you became more... intimate... you let Marcus spin you around to back up onto him. You tried to not go straight for rubbing up against his bulge, but even making contact with the base of his shaft made one thing clear: life is not fair. Chris couldn't even be half as big as Marcus! It only took a few moments for you to have Marcus's cock running the length of your cheeks, and once it was "locked in" he grabbed hold of your hips and began to guide you to complement his movements. You weren't sure how many songs passed, or how long you had your eyes closed, but whereas Chris had been daggering you on the dance floor, dancing with Marcus was like having a sword slid back into it's sheath. Every dip, you could feel his length **** your cheeks apart as he slid back into place. Every swirl, you could feel him pulsing through his pants. Marcus snapped you from your blissed out state by tantalizingly whispering in your ear; asking if you wanted to go sit down for a second. You were **** to agree, but he didn't wait for an answer, he just took your hand and started walking towards an out of the way table, and to your surprise nobody really took note of the two of you walking away.

Your hand was small in his as he pulled you to a table nearby, and like a gentleman, he pulled out a chair for you to sit down, only letting you brush slightly against his crotch as you took a seat. He took the chair beside you, and within moments had your hand in his again.

"I needed a break from how hard we were getting after it out there... If I didn't know any better you were trying to make me nut in my pants or something, like Chris. I've never seen him move that fast... Except maybe when his mom tells him to clear out of her office when me and the boys need her to work on us."

As he spoke, and you nodded along, Marcus had placed your hand in his lap and you had subconsciously started to rub his dick through his pants.

"What do you mean? I think Chris just really needed to go to the bathroom; he's been gone so long now... I doubt he was cumming in his pants; we'd only been dancing for a few minutes. What about you? I saw all those girls feeling you up; and I got a _great _feel for how hard you were... and are... but you're still here; not running off for the bathroom. You really think you could last longer than my boyfriend with me?"

Something about mentioning Chris so off hand while stroking Marcus's dick made you feel incredibly warm inside. You weren't sure when you had started biting your lip, or grinning, but you could start to see a bit of a wet spot peaking through Marcus's pants at the end of his bulge, and it made you notice just how much you were enjoying this. If he was going to make fun of Chris for spurting in his pants, the least you could do to support Chris was to make Marcus do the same!

"Oh, I know I can last longer that your boyfriend can. And I have already! Your cute little ass was all over my dick, and it was just an appetizer to me. I need some skin-on-skin to make me cum; I don't go for that heavy petting bullshit. I want the real stuff... When was the last time y'all did it? Seemed like he..."

You cut Marcus off before he could finish his question, "What was that... skin to skin? What about this little wet spot, hmmm?" Your finger traced the outline of Marcus's cock down to its tip, swirling around its head and pulling back ever few seconds to show strands of pre-cum that was pushing its way out through the fabric.

"Ah shit! I borrowed these from my dad! I cum so much that everybody will think I pissed myself or some shit."

To your surprise, Marcus just went ahead an whipped it out, stunning you into silence as your hand rest on his leg. He was big. Long big, not fat big. You could see the drip of pre-cum that was so tenuously resting at the tip of his cock; and now it was his turn to grin at you.

"Go ahead, let's have some skin-to-skin already... I'm close, so if you do it right you'll get to see what it looks like when I actually cum."

For as small as your hand felt in his, it seemed even smaller compared to the length of his cock. He was hot to the touch, and as you gripped him around the base a flutter in your chest made you catch your breath. His shaft was sticky to the touch, probably from all the heat building up from the night's activities, so it was hard for you to stroke him. You clumsily squeezed him up and down as a result, and after letting you struggle to handle his dick for a minute or two, Marcus mentioned that a little spit would probably help things along. Pulling your hand from his shaft and licking it was your first thought of how to get spit from your mouth onto his cock, and you were rewarded with the taste of salty sweat and pre-cum. The lubrication only lasted for a few strokes, and with every lick your palm was getting stickier and you began working in both hands to keep a consistent pace. Marcus was enjoying your efforts, his hand resting on your shoulders as you leaned over his lap. Any time a new spurt of pre-cum appeared you made sure to catch it with your palm to re-lube your hands or to lick it off. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but Marcus gave you a warning, and before you could really think of what to do he began to cum.

The first shot rocketed out into the air, landing who knows where, and you tried to guide rest into your hand. For a spurt or two, it worked, but Marcus kept cumming, and your hand was very full. Panicking, you grabbed a cloth napkin from the table and aimed him into it. The napkin must have been some type of nylon or something, because all it did was redirect each cumshot back onto your hand holding Marcus's dick. When he finished, there was no way to hide the mess he had just made of your hands, the table, or the poor napkin that had tried its best to hold the deluge back. You did your best to clean up all the cum from his dick, but all the napkins seemed to do was spread it around. Tossing the worthless, cum-soaked napkins under the table, you start to look around to find something to clean your hands with, and just as you grab at the tablecloth, Marcus mentioned that he could see Chris.

"Hey Rose, you might want to work a bit faster, I just saw Chris stumbling around on the dance floor. He has to be looking for you."

All you had managed to do was collect everything from your hands into your left hand, just a big puddle of cum that you needed to put somewhere, but before you could Chris showed up.

"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."

Marcus was a genius... "Oh... okay. Yes, thanks for the hand cream Marcus. You definitely gave me too much to use myself..." You took the out that Marcus had given you and deftly clapped your left hand into Chris's 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 you massaged cum into Chris's and your hands; 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. You started to explain the scent that way too, but before Chris could think about it 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. Seeing your chance to once again distract Chris from what just happened, you basically tore his arm off pulling him over to dance; and as the slow music started playing your draped her arms over his shoulders and started to slow dance to the music. About halfway through the dance Chris tried to apologize for going MIA for so much of the dance, but you shut him up with a kiss. Chris clearly enjoyed you being so forward, as he actually made a move and grabbed your butt and opened his mouth to let you slide your tongue in. You didn't think about Marcus's cum on your hands, or that your tongue had tasted Marcus's cock in a roundabout fashion just minutes ago, you just enjoyed gently swaying with Chris, locked in a kiss. At long last, the dance came to an end and you had to break the kiss; but you had some devious plans in your head as you headed back to the limo to ride home about how Chris was going to give you as big of an orgasm as you had just given Marcus!

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