Who knew Prom was a s***?!
You could not call this "making love". Nor could it be classified as "s**". And if you really think about it, it is not "f******" either. It was just THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE! I am 15 and was lucky enough to attend my sister's senior prom with her. She is a loser and therefore could not get a date, so I offered her my noble services for the evening. We had a blast! We danced the night away, ate like beasts, and then my sister, all of her friends (boys and girls), and myself, f*****. We were all in a room upstairs in the hotel, drinking and chatting when this Indian kid came in and started giving me the eyes. He looked like magic to my toasted eyes and so, I gave him the signal. He undid my suit pants and got down on his knees next to the bed. I remember his long, dark hair get tossed over his broad, tanned shoulders as he licked his cherry red lips and put them around my snake. It felt so good I started to shake all over and came within three minutes. He said it felt amazing to suck off the white man. S***. Everybody was watching us, awestruck and demanding more of a show. The Indian kid told them the only way he was doing more of his MAGIC was if all of us got together for him. Everyone agreed. My sister is great in bed too. She kept telling me how my stiff c*** made her sweat and wish that we were not related. She told me that we would have to have s** some more when we got home (which we have been doing three times a day every day since then). Everyone else was mediocre to my sister but of course, the Indian's b******* was still the best feeling in my life. So I begged him to f*** me too. He did. He spit on his hands and rubbed them on his monstrous, furry d*** and then slid the animal inside of me. He pumped away so vigorously it made me giggle. I have never had great s** like that again in my life. Man, I hope my sister never reads this. Because then she and the magic man might stop f****** me. And I would cry.