Amy drifted off to sleep, mostly from exhaustion from the all the night's activities. Almost immediately she began to dream. Her body was already so keyed up from the erotic moments that her nipples hardened against her thin nightgown and her lower region became wet.
She was watching Jenny suck Brad's thick cock again in the limo. This time, she was not shy about it. Her eyes were fixed on the girthy member and she licked her lips. It was so incredibly naughty to be that close to a naked penis being serviced like that! Jenny could be such a tramp sometimes.
Jenny's tongue licked from the top of Brad's penis all the down the side of his shaft and to the base of his balls. Her hand wrapped around him and tugged. Brad's head went back and he breathed hard and fast, obviously enjoying the attention. And then she licked his scrotum and he pushed his hips forward.
"Mmmmm," he groaned.
In her mind, Jenny melted away and Amy shifted to a first person view. It was her with Brad's cock in her hand, on her knees in the limo. She admired it close up, feeling the large vein that ran up the length of it. Closer and closer she got, sticking out her tongue tentatively and licking the tip. She could taste the sweet saltiness of his precum and her mouth stretched trying to accommodate it. She never knew it could be so big around, it barely fit. When she found it difficult to wrap her lips around him, she instead licked slowly up his shaft.
Jenny and Jim watched, which only turned her on. She boldly put her hand around the shaft and jerked him off, giving a good show to her spectators. She remembered how Jenny had done it and tried to mimic her actions. Getting bolder, she even tentatively licked his balls, and Brad groaned in response.
Sucking on Brad's cock was so enticing. She could not believe how much her body responded to the sensation of a penis inside her mouth, a tongue tracing the veins, the taste and smells. It was amazing. It brought her to another place, higher and higher, where all that existed was the needs of her body and the excitement of bringing someone else pleasure.
Brad put his hand on her bare thigh like Jim had earlier in the night. This time, she spread her legs wide immediately, encouraging him, needing him to touch her. She was so fired up, it was easy to lose control. His fingers found her bare pussy under her skirt. She was not even wearing any panties! It was wanton and she was absolutely drenched when his digits found their way inside.
Her audience stared at the display and Jim stroked himself openly as he watched. It made her mad with desire. She could only imagine the view that she presented, with her skirt hitched up to her waist and Brad's fingers moving in and out of her. She spread her legs, hoping to give a better view. Jim licked his lips in appreciation and Jenny stared. It was intense.
When Brad's fingers found her clit, it was an exquisite pleasure. Her breathing got labored, her pulse quickened. It was like a pressure was building inside of her. A hunger growing from her pussy. She wanted something to fill her up, to stretch her in ways she had never been before. She pulled harder on Brad's cock, thinking that it would do nicely for the task. It was like she was encouraging it, simulating what it might be like to fill her. "Would it fit?", she wondered.
In her dream, the scene suddenly changed. Brad had disappeared, and with him, his beautiful cock that she was hoping to fill her aching need. Instead, she was in her bedroom and Jim was lying on top of her. Brad and Jenny were nowhere to be seen, though she thought she heard grunting nearby. "I bet they are having sex in the next room," she thought.
Jim had his naked penis pointed at her waiting pussy. She gasped when she saw it, full of need. Her control was completely gone, her desire was more than she could take. Unlike in real life, her body and mind were ready and she wanted it now!
"Do me, Jim" she cried in her dream. Jim was more than happy to oblige, thrusting inside of her, bottoming out in one swift stroke. Pleasure rocked her body. She was climbing to orgasm as he thrust inside her.
In real life, Amy's body writhed around on the bed, entangling her in sheets. They snagged between her legs, causing a rubbing sensation. Her body instinctively continued the movement, which made the sensation even stronger.
If before she was turned on by the fingers inside her, she was completely out of control with a hard dick moving in and out of her. Her back arched, her chest and hard nipples stretching upward. When his mouth started to suckle her breast, she thought she would explode soon.
But, suddenly their surroundings changed again. They were now in school, and Jim was walking away down the hall. He was walking away from her. She stamped her foot! How could he leave her when she was so close! She was wearing no clothes. Stark naked in the middle of school, she quickly ducked into a door.
She found herself in a classroom, blinded by the sunlight streaming in through the window. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she moved her head around, only to find Mr. Kallens sitting at his desk. He stared at her naked body. His face conveyed a certain shock at seeing her there, naked.
At first, Amy made a fig leaf in front of her pussy with her hand and arm across her chest. It was so embarrassing. She searched franticly for clothes of any kind. But she saw the lust in Mr. Kallens' eyes and it made her body all flush. She was drawn towards him, moving closer through the power of dreams. Her arms dropped to her sides. She sauntered towards him, her naked body swaying. In her dream, her sex was shaven completely. Her slit glistened with wetness.
He pushed the papers off his desk. He grabbed her hips, kissing her neck and pulling her close. She was putty in the hands of a man that knew what he was doing and was not afraid to take control. He laid Amy on her back on the desk, pulling her legs onto his shoulders. His hard cock was suddenly free. He teased her lips with it, running up and down her slit. When she almost could take no more teasing, he pushed it inside her. "Wow, that is amazing," Amy thought, "he knows just how to give me what I need."
Mr. Kallens thrust inside of her, grunting. Pulling her hips, he pressed his balls into her lips. The students in the class were making appreciative crowd noises, "Where did they come from?" Amy thought, but she did not care. In fact, it was making her go higher to have so many people watching.
He started thrusting in earnest, she grunted and sighed. Her cries grew from whispers to shouts as a real man fucked her. He turned her this way and that, forward and on her knees. Each change increased her need and exposed more of her to the students. When he spun her so that she sat on his cock, facing the classroom, she was completely exposed to everyone. Her whole body was covered with sweat and as the students started to chant "fuck her, fuck her" she gasped!
She could see herself from the audience, fucking Mr. Kallens, watching as his cock split her swollen, shaved pussy and disappeared deep inside. Her breasts bobbed up and down. His hands pinched her nipples, they were rock hard. From the sheen on his cock, she knew that her body was soaked. She moaned in pleasure.
She must have shouted out loud in real life, because it woke her up. Amy was so close to orgasm. Her fingers yanked her panties to the side and pushed their way into her pussy. She recalled her dream, which was swiftly fading away.
"Do me," she whispered. "Do me teacher!"
Her body convulsed as the vivid image of her teacher emptying himself into her sprang full formed into her mind. The orgasm washed through her body liked a tidal wave. Her imaginary audience clapped in appreciation and it made her blush.
"Wow, that was incredible," she thought. As her orgasm receded, she worried about her dream. Why had she thought of her teacher? Why had the people watching turned her on? Was she a pervert? It worried her, but the warm afterglow soothed her to a blissful sleep.
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The next day, she wore a dress, slightly demur but not the shapeless outfit she used to wear. It was above the knees, white with medium sized yellow flowers. She felt "cute" and "pretty". Neither "hot" nor "sexy" fit; she slipped on a pair thong panties so that she would at least have a secret that was naughty.
She rushed out the door, walking a bit faster as she was running a bit late this morning. Smiling, she recalled how tired she was from both the prom and the dreams. "Wow, my mind was working overtime last night. I guess that is what happens when you go to sleep horny!" She chuckled to herself and crossed the street.
Her dress caught the wind of a passing car and tried to fly up. She had to catch it with her hand and hold it. The fabric was a bit more airy than she was used to regularly.
"Oh my," she thought, "I just nearly flashed that car my almost bare bottom." It made her grab the dress just a bit tighter and slow down just a tad, all in an effort to maintain her modesty.
"What if I had shown that driver my ass?" she thought. Oddly, this made her body tingle, especially down at her midsection.
The rest of the walk went fairly smoothly, though the wind did try to catch her dress more than once. This was not distressing. What bothered her slightly that a couple of those times she had let it go briefly, daring the wind to do its best to expose her. "Oh well, it's just a harmless game. No harm, no foul."
She spent most of the day in a bit of a sleep deprived fog. She arrived at Social Studies and could not wait until it ended so she could relax at lunch. But first, she had to get through boring Mr. Firth's class. He droned on, as usual, but she managed to not fall asleep by some minor miracle. "At least the class is relaxing," she thought.
The next period bell rang and the kids shuffled out, heading to lunch. There was a built in buffer to let people get to lunch from all around the building. Since Mr. Firth's class was close to the cafeteria, Amy was in no rush to go anywhere. Her thoughts were instead on the previous night and if she dared to ask advice from Mr. Kallens about her situation with Jim.
She stood up and crossed over to the window, not really paying attention to the empty field outside, but going over what had happened in her mind. The sun streamed in through the window, making her squint, but warming her body. It helped calm her nerves.
Mr. Firth sat at his desk and continued to grade papers. It was not unusual for Amy to hang out after his class, so he did not pay her much attention. When he happened to glance other standing at the window, his heart nearly skipped a beat. Amy was lit up by the light from the window, and her dress was almost transparent. He could clearly see her body right through it. And, as his eyes drifted downward, that she was wearing a thong. "Wow, I never knew Amy had such a nice ass," he thought, ogling her behind.
Amy was oblivious to the attention from the teacher. She continued to be lost in her thoughts, recalling the end of the limo ride when Jim had taken it just a little over the line. Although she felt it went beyond what she was ready to do, part of the experience was exciting. Her nipples hardened remembering it, though she did not notice.
The teacher, on the other hand, noticed immediately. Her pink bra and thin dress did little to hide the stiffened nipples. The cloth was backlit and he even saw little flowers on her bra. His cock became rigid watching her, and he rubbed it under the desk.
"Aaaah," Amy yawned, stretching her arms up and flexing her back. The dress rose a few inches and the stretch lifted her breasts. Mr. Firth's mouth opened. He never realized this frumpy girl could be this sexy. The stroking under the desk picked up steam, especially when she came down from the stretch and leaned against the glass, pushing out her delicious posterior towards him.
Amy knew she had to go to lunch, but she was undecided about asking Mr. Kallens for advice. The thing was, she was not happy and she did not know what to do. She liked having a boyfriend and was observing a side of Jim that she had not before. But, he had taken advantage of every pause to push her boundaries, without necessarily checking with her first, and she did not want to do anything she wasn't ready for yet.
While she contemplated, Mr. Firth checked his surroundings and noticed no one else was around. He reached down and put his hand inside his pants, grasping his bare cock and moving it so that he could stroke it more easily. It all happened under his desk, which had a privacy panel, so he was not overly worried about being caught. Instead, he fantasized about pulling down that thong and bending her over his desk. Lifting up her dress...
