Premonitions: Senior Year

Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are at least 18 years of age despite the story taking place in high school.

Author's Note: This is an ongoing anthology. I highly recommend that you read the previous chapters to fully enjoy this one. This chapter in particular is a direct continuation of Chapter 12. It will help establish context, but if you insist on starting with this chapter, here are some key points:

Early in his senior year, Scott discovered that he can foresee sexual encounters through premonitions that come with proximity to his potential partners. He has found others with the same ability and learned to extend his powers to influence others and sense their emotional/sexual states.

Enjoy!

Chapter 13: The Afterparty

My senior year in high school exceeded all expectations. Before the first day of school, I only hoped to survive the year with high enough grades to get into the college of my choice. Have a few parties with the friends I had accrued over the year, but mostly just hang. If I got lucky, then I would lose my virginity before I left for college.

All of those moderate expectations disintegrated when Malory walked into my history class on the first day of school. That day I discovered I could predict the future. At least when it came to sex.

Since then, I have learned to do so much more. I can now persuade people to participate in activities they fantasize about but are afraid to try for real. Further, I can read their minds, exploring what those fantasies are. Both are precious gifts, especially for a high school boy.

Throughout the year, I had my fun. There was more sex and women than I could have dreamed up. My sexual exploits started with Malory and ranged from friends to strangers to my history teacher. Once with her husband watching.

I can't forget my best friend's ex... and his mom. The latter of which he did not know, and I planned to keep it that way. It was bad enough when he found out about his ex. I could only imagine what picturing me giving it to his mom would do.

Amid my personal escapades, I teamed up with some of the girls to start a porn company. We cultivated an eager group of girls, all well compensated for their abilities. At first, they filmed with boys from our school, but eventually, we moved on to men from around town, including one male teacher.

All this had culminated in prom night. Unofficially the end of the school year, even if a few weeks of classes remained. Graduation was for the parents, while prom was for us. It was our time to let go and have one last blowout before we ventured into the real world.

The dance itself was not that much fun. I did, however, have a great time in a hotel room during part of it. The can't miss events were the afterparties. The parents usually let us go wild, with only the slightest of oversight. My best friend Devin was hosting our group of friends, plus everyone who thought they had a better shot of getting laid because I was there. My reputation had gotten around, and everyone knew that wherever I went, sex followed.

From close friends to people we barely knew, Devin's party was packed. He had gone with a masquerade theme, even going so far as to buy cheap masks for those that showed up without one. It was a fun idea, and it also turned up the dial on the sexual tension.

Despite the masks actually doing very little to hide people's identity, they provided people with more courage. Even in the relatively early hours, people were making moves they usually wouldn't, from hitting on long sought after crushes to stripping down to their underwear, with a few already in their birthday suits.

It was the end of high school. What was there to lose? If you got shot down, you only have a few more weeks to deal with the embarrassment. It was the perfect time to let go. We might never get an opportunity with such few consequences ever again.

Whether it was the masks, the ample amounts of alcohol, or the smell of sex in the air, everyone was in the mood to get wild. The rest of the seniors seemed to have caught up to what I had been experiencing all year. When you accept that everyone is horny, it makes it a lot easier to get laid.

I was looking for Jackie. We separated soon after arriving, as I got whisked away to do shots with appreciative fans. Now sufficiently lubricated, I wanted to have some sensual fun of my own. Jackie seemed like the logical choice, as I had promised her that I would show her a good time tonight.

The only problem was that I could not find her. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. No one at the party had seen her in over an hour. I was starting to wonder if she had left. Was being at her ex's too much? If so, I would have assumed that she would have said something to me. Plus, we had been with Devin all evening, and it had not seemed like a problem.

There was plenty to entertain me as I searched. In the living room, Ashley was dancing on the coffee table as a group looked on. It was mostly guys, but there were a handful of girls appreciating her moves as well. It was more likely her body they were admiring, as her moves, while sensual, were taking a back seat to the skin she was showing.

Long gone was her prom dress, leaving her with a matching bra and thong set that complemented her intricate mask. As she swayed her hips, her hands played with the remaining fabric, teasing its removal. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties as she pushed them down, far enough to see that she was clean-shaven but not so far as to see her slit.

Her hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing until they were about to pop from her bra, before raising them above her head and dancing some more. She slid, first one then the other, bra strap off her shoulders, teasing her audience even more with the promise of seeing her tits.

I watched as she finally allowed the cups of her bra to slip below her breasts, her nipples exposed to her adoring fans. The crowd, which had grown in size, whooped in appreciation. Ashley smiled at the attention as she unhooked her bra and tossed it to a lucky guy.

She continued to dance, again teasing the removal of her panties, but she held back, knowing that she had the audience mesmerized, not wanting to break the spell too early. Many of those watching had slipped their hands into their pants, unabashedly playing with themselves.

As I moved on in search of Jackie, I saw Ashley pull a shirtless boy on stage. She ground her ass into his crotch before she instructed him to remove his pants. Soon she was joined by two other guys, all in their underwear. I knew that Ashley had her choice of men for the evening, probably to settle on more than one.

I made my way outside. The Costa's had a spacious backyard with plenty of hidden spots to make out, or more. Devin and Virginia were busy kissing and groping each other. Devin's hand had found its way under Virginia's prom dress. It was vanilla compared to the activities surrounding them.

Virginia had not changed clothes, along with about have the girls present. The others had exchanged the formalwear for something more casual, or, in the case of the three cheerleaders, nothing at all. I moved on, not wanting to make Devin feel uncomfortable.

The buxom blonde cheerleaders, Becky, Jessica, and Kristin, were happily naked, along with their dates. The six of them, along with some blankets, had set up shop on the lawn. It was too dark to see who was who, but it appeared they were thoroughly enjoying each other's company.

Moans of pleasure filled the air, and from what I could distinguish, Jessica was getting spit roasted while Becky and Kristin sat on the remaining guy. One on his cock and one on his face. It could have been any arrangement, as all three girls looked alike in the best lighting. All I knew was that it looked like a good time.

The two guys filling Jessica's holes had obviously done this before. They knew how to sync their thrust so that Jessica was not tossed back and forth like a rag doll. Instead, she was simultaneously impaled from each end, their balls slapping against her chin and clit at the same time.

Her breasts swayed from the impacts, begging the guy in front to grab them. He refused to do so. Probably trying his hardest not to cum before his mate that was fucking her from behind. That guy showed more initiative as he let a dollop of spit drop from his mouth onto Jessica's asshole. He spread it around before he pushed his thumb into her ass, a moan escaping her cock filled mouth.

Becky and Kristin were facing each other, both grinding their cunts on the mystery boy beneath them. Their tongues danced with each other's as their hands massaged their breasts. They twisted and pulled on the other's nipples as they had begged me to do during our previous encounters.

Engrossed with each other, the boy below them was inconsequential. They were using him for his tongue and cock. He could have been anyone. All they wanted was for him to act as their drudge while they played with each other. Having been where he was, I am sure that he did not mind.

Deep into the shadows, I found Alevia and Cynthia. They had both changed into pajama bottoms and tank tops, but they were threatening to remove those at any moment. They had fully taken to each other, at least for the night.

Their hands were all over each other as they kissed. Alevia had an arm up Cynthia's shirt, eagerly massaging her breasts, while Cynthia was fishing down the front of Alevia's sweats.

Despite her self-proclaimed shyness, Cynthia had figured out how to please a woman in a hurry. Alevia moaned into her mouth as she worked away below the belt. Alevia, to her credit, was not passing up the opportunity to play with the best set of tits at our school.

I turned to continue my quest for Jessica. I did not want to disrupt the two girls, particularly with Cynthia getting what she had fancied all year. Cynthia, noticing me, had other plans.

"Want to join us?" Cynthia panted before I could sneak away.

I knew she was open to sharing Alevia with a guy, but I had not thought she would be the one to invite it. I had considered using my powers of persuasion on her later in the evening. I wanted to respect her boundaries, but her massive chest had been calling my name since I saw it in the limo.

"You didn't have enough of me earlier?" I joked.

During the dance, I had been tied up and fucked by most of my past conquests. Cynthia had joined the fray and given me a more than adequate blow job, especially for a novice. She had been the one girl involved that did not slide their cunt onto my chemically assisted cock, but I was not offended. I knew that she desired to hook up with Alevia, not me.

After blowing me, she went down on Alevia, eating my creampie no less. It was a sight to behold. Honestly, it was the most I thought I would get from the pair. Tonight, I had assumed Cynthia wanted privacy to continue what they had started, but sometimes I was wrong.

"Once I got a taste of you, I wanted more," Cynthia licked her lips.

"I'll give you whatever you want, babe," I pledged.

Alevia leaned back on the blanket. Cynthia, on her knees, looked down at her. I kneeled behind Cynthia, sliding my hands under her shirt, quickly finding the spectacular breasts I had been craving all evening.

When Cynthia had my cock in her mouth earlier in the day, I had not been able to handle these magnificent orbs as my hands had been tied. Now, I got what I craved, her flesh spilling over my fingers as I clutched, much more than a handful, perhaps more than three handfuls.

I drew Cynthia's shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. She did likewise to Alevia's as I unbuttoned my own, adding it to the growing pile of discarded fabric.

Cynthia bent forward, sucking Alevia's nipples, her ass pushing back against my engorged groin. My cock, trapped beneath my tight tuxedo pants, worked into her crack. The friction of her ass was welcome but not what either of us sought.

The once shy and nerdy Cynthia, unleashed from her inhibitions, tongued and sucked while her hands explored Alevia's body. Cynthia caressed her tits, grasped at her stomach, massaged her legs, and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as she kissed her neck. The other hand pushed Alevia's pants down, exposing her bare cunt to the cool night air. Cynthia was taking control.

I ground my sheathed cock against Cynthia as I let my hands explore her bare back before reaching around and grabbing her tits once again. I kissed my way up her spine as I massaged them, taking their extraordinary weight into my hands as they hung from her chest.

I had always been a fan of dry humping, but I was feeling constrained. I wanted to free my cock, but did I have the time? As much as I wanted to take my time and savor every inch of Cynthia and Alevia's bodies, I needed to find Jackie. Well, maybe it could wait until I fucked Cynthia.

I grabbed the waist of Cynthia's shorts with both hands and pulled them and her panties to the ground in one smooth motion. I left them wrapped around her knees, having the access I needed. I hastily unfastened my slacks. Soon they were tossed aside with the rest of our clothes.

I had managed to recover my libido in the several hours since my marathon run in the hotel, still being supported by the little blue pill. I was ready to fuck once again, and more importantly, I was eager to cum.

I slid my hand up Cynthia's leg, my thumb tracing its way across the wet lips of her cunt. I pushed through with ease, encountering little resistance. I had assumed that she was a virgin, but she had broken her hymen one way or another.

Cynthia moaned as I worked my thumb in and out, my middle and index fingers rubbing her clit as I did. I was not the only one ready to fuck. Impatiently, I lined the head of my cock with her gushing hole.

"Do you want my cock inside you?" I asked.

"Yes, yes please!"

I pushed forward, my cock sinking into her. My progress was slower than my thumb's. The extra girth made it slow going as her tightness was now on display. She gripped my cock snugly as only a virgin could. There was no cherry to pop, but she had not been fucked before now.

I eased myself into her pussy, reaching into her mind as well as her body. There was no need to use my powers to persuade her. I already had what I wanted. Instead, I was using them to see what she wanted, needed, and craved.

She was playing with Alevia's body, but her mind was focused on my cock. She was amazed at how good it felt, despite never being attracted to guys. She was internally debating her sexuality, wondering if she was a lesbian, bisexual, or maybe just straight with a predilection for hot girls.

It was clear to me. Cynthia was a lesbian, just like Alevia was straight. Her preference was solidly for the fairer sex, but she was open to having fun with anyone as long as they treated her right. She would not be happy dating a guy, but if one wanted to fuck her from behind while she went down on the girl of her dreams, then so much the better.

I would need to talk to her about this later. She was discovering herself, and while I did not want to shape her decision, she could benefit from another perspective. Her instinct was correct, and she just needed to follow that. There was no need to get bogged down in definitional actions. Like, whether or not enjoying the occasional dick made it impossible to be a lesbian.

Cynthia's face was buried in Alevia's cunt, eating her out with growing confidence. Alevia gently guided her, making sure that she hit all the correct spots. Cynthia made an eager student and enjoyed cunnilingus, almost as much as I enjoyed fucking her from behind.

Her pussy was tight, but she lacked the Kegal control of many of my other partners. She was letting me do all the work as she focused on pleasing Alevia. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back with each thrust. Hard enough that a loud smack emanated from our skin, but not so forceful that she could not maintain contact with Alevia's honey pot.

I was approaching orgasm, but I could sense that Cynthia needed more stimulation than I could provide. I reached forward and grabbed Cynthia's hair, gently pulling her from Alevia's pussy.

"Spin around," I instructed Alevia.

Alevia immediately knew what I had in mind. She crawled between Cynthia's legs. Her face inched below the pairing of my cock and Cynthia's pussy. Alevia was getting an eyeful of my rod sliding in and out, Cynthia's juices oozing out with each inbound push.

The two girls were now in a sixty-nine, ready to eat each other while I fucked the blossoming Cynthia. Alevia was the first to dive in. I pushed Cynthia's hips down, giving Alevia better access. I could feel my balls bounce off her head as she stretched her tongue towards Cynthia's clit.

Cynthia followed Alevia's lead. Leaning down, she resumed her assault on Alevia's cunt, sliding her tongue through the wet lips as she prepared to settle in, stopping only to gasp in pleasure when Alevia sucked her clit between her teeth.

I rose higher on my knees, pushing into Cynthia at a steeper, downward angle, the head of my cock driving into the roof of her vagina. She responded to the new attack by rocking her hips back to meet each stroke. While Alevia struggled to maintain contact, she did enough that I sensed Cynthia swiftly approaching orgasm.

Cynthia was now thinking about Alevia's mouth. My cock was forgotten, just a generic phallus sliding in and out of her. I could have been a dildo, and she would have felt the same. My member was providing critical stimulation, but my presence was otherwise inconsequential. I was simply a willing sex toy.

Cynthia rapidly approached her climax, her cunt clenching around my cock, urging me towards mine. The intensity built. I wanted to cum in Cynthia. More specifically, I wanted Alevia to be able to eat my cum out of Cynthia's, just as Cynthia had done to her.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Suck on my clit, make me cum all over your face," Cynthia cried out into the darkness, addressing Alevia.

I pulled Cynthia's hips back before pushing them forward. Repeating this, picking up the tempo until I felt my cock jerk inside her. I continued pumping hard for a few more rounds but soon settled with my dick buried deep inside her. Shooting pump after pump of spunk as deep as I could, leaving it for Alevia to dig out with her tongue.

"Oh, God. You're so tight. Your pussy is almost as good as your tits. Too bad you prefer girls," I grunted out as my orgasm dwindled. "Alevia is going to have a hell of a time cleaning you out."

Cynthia's climax continued, even as my cock softened. She spasmed around it, spurred on by Alevia's tongue flicking her clit. Her hips jerked, grinding her pussy against Alevia's face as I struggled to keep my cock inside her.

I popped out as Cynthia rolled her hips forward, her lips smothering Alevia's mouth, my cum seeping out. Alevia eagerly licked me from the outer folds before driving her tongue inside to fish out what was remaining. Cynthia settled into her post-orgasmic bliss, relaxing her body as she returned her focus to the junction of Alevia's legs.

Their focus turned back to each other, once again preoccupied with pleasing the other. I had assisted in Cynthia's orgasm and was now disposable. She would thank me later, but for now, it was time for me to leave. I stood, grabbed my clothes, and made my way back to the party, continuing my hunt for Jackie.

Making my way back to the house, I passed the cheerleaders. They were still going at it with the three guys. Each girl was riding one of the guys as they leaned towards each other, kissing and sucking on their friends' nipples. They were taking their time, making sure the experience lasted. They were never going to forget their senior prom night.