The prom queen

The strain in the room only continues to grow as each sissy ascends to the bed and is quickly kicked off. The excitement in the room over infecting Lilith shifts to dread of being embarrassed by her. You’re not worried though. Or is that denial? You honestly couldn’t have imagined things going this way. Could you live with yourself if someone else infects her? Could you bear it if you don’t? Cold fingers of doubt and dread wrap around your guts and twist. You feel sick.

The thirtieth sissy is called

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The fortieth sissy steps onto the bed

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The fiftieth name is called. She can’t be found. Did she flee? The atmosphere is nearly stifling in the room. You put on a brave face, as a teacher you should lead by example, but your smile is strained. Susan calls the fifty-first name “Susan Anderson.” She sets the microphone aside shines her brilliant smile and takes a condom. She climbs up onto the bed with Lilith who still hasn’t made a peep. Damn! Susan is going to beat you to the fuck! Susan slides between Lilith’s legs and her wrapped cock makes contact, sliding into Lilith’s waiting pussy. Susan hesitates for a second and then starts to hump slowly, it’s a measured pace she could last all night. Fuck! She’s going to take your prize. Susan is still pumping strong at the three minute mark, by four though you can see hints of strain on her face. At five she is moaning despite herself. It couldn’t be could it? Susan is trying to hang on, but then you see it! Lilith shakes her hips just a bit and Susan can’t hold it. She’s cumming!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck!

You can’t believe what you’ve just seen. Susan only lasted a bit more than 6 minutes, it’s the longest anyone has lasted, but even so. Just what kind of monster is this Lilith? Susan looks shaken, defeated as she awkwardly makes her way back to the table. The mood in the room shifts to apocalyptic, if Susan couldn’t cut it who really stands a chance? The next name is called “Sarah Moore.”