[FF] The “King” of her southern kingdom

This occurred back when I was in my final year of school in Australia. Unlike in the US, but similar to Canada, we don’t have a prom, but a big formal, or some people refer to it as a ball, at the end of the year, but one key difference is the titles of prom king & queen. However, in my final year, our school thought, why not try to Americanize the formal; thus, the formal queen and formal king titles were born. Thankfully we didn’t call it a ball, although it would’ve been very funny to see those titles get handed out to the popular kids. That said, I didn’t attend my formal because I had other plans in motion. I want to start by saying that I don’t condone cheating. I personally believe both parties of a relationship should consent to being intimate with other parties before any action is taken. However, that isn’t the case with what happened this night.

Some brief back story, the prom king, we’ll call him Liam, was the fly half of our school’s rugby team and was someone who I had pegged after he asked if I’d help him explore his sexuality. Liam was dating the captain of our volleyball team and a popular cheerleader named Alli. However, Alli didn’t know about, and likely still doesn’t know, what Liam and I had done and that Liam didn’t want to go to formal with her after coming out to me as being gay. Now I had a known reputation amongst the female student body at my school since I had a “unique” skillset regarding female pleasure, which was a whole thing in itself. Now, as if it wasn’t bad enough what Liam and I did, Alli wasn’t so innocent either.

How things came to be when requesting my “services/teachings,” girls would put a note in my locker with their phone numbers, I’d call them, and we’d go from there; the rule, however, was that they had to be single. I want to make it clear, I didn’t charge money for any of this; this was not some form of prostitution; it was all consensual, and because of that, a lot of the girls from my graduating year had learned how to squirt because of me. Now, I’m not easily approachable, and Alli and I had had some run-ins in the past because I hated her fake fucking attitude. After the first time she tried to humiliate me, the game was on. So to see a note from her in my locker, and hearing her voice over the phone, asking me to help her out, I wasn’t going to just turn that down. In private, Alli was a very different person. After likely thinking I was going to kill her when I took her to a secluded area I knew, she spent the afternoon moaning my name while soaking her thighs and my fingers. By the end, she was confidently wearing the love bite I had left on her neck home, while in my bag was her thong, but she was yet to squirt.

Now being the only one between these two that knew how each other felt, I didn’t feel like I was in the wrong for my actions, and the lack of communication on their part was on them. Fast forward to our year-end formal a couple weeks later. Alli and I had gotten pretty close in secret, getting to know each other, and she was having doubts about Liam. She had given up the idea of having sex with him after formal. Yet knowing this, we still acted like we hated each other in the halls, but she had become my loyal FWB sub when no was watching. Again I didn’t attend formal; not really a good scene for the punk bitch that terrorized the halls, but I spent the entire night dirty talking via text with Alli since we had made arrangements at a hotel. It was almost a guarantee that they’d win the stupid titles of king & queen with their social status, and since everyone posted everything on social media, I really didn’t miss anything.

The best part was knowing that Alli told her cheerleader friends how she got a hotel room for after prom; little did they know it wouldn’t be Liam that would be spending the night with her. Meanwhile, her parents, who paid for the room, didn’t know it wouldn’t be her friends joining her.

She sent me the text telling me to come get her, and from the time she messaged me to me arriving at the school in my beater of a car, she had somehow procured Liam’s crown. I wasn’t one to ask questions; Alli simply said she told him that she wasn’t feeling well and that her mom was coming to pick her up, and he supposedly didn’t want the crown. To be fair, she wasn’t lying. Alli had started calling me mommy when she wanted to be a brat when we flirted. After kissing her when she was in the car, I took her back to the hotel.

It was a typical hotel room, nothing special, with one bed, a balcony, a tv and a bathroom. However, it didn’t matter. The second I closed that door behind us while looking at Alli in front of me. I remember her being anxious when I wrapped my arms around her, looked her in the eyes, and asked, “Are you sure you’re comfortable doing this?” She didn’t answer; she just kissed me before breathing the word yes into my mouth. At that moment, my hands found the zipper of her blue gown, unzipping it all the way to the small of her back and then peeling it down her body, revealing that she didn’t have any underwear on. She was completely naked, yet her makeup still looked pristine and being in a tank top and black leggings, it didn’t take much for us to both be naked and abandon our clothes at the door. Although it was getting away from the door, that proved to be a challenge.

Without a moment of hesitation and reminding Alli who was in control, I pushed her against the room’s entranceway wall, placed my hand on her neck, and my lips against hers. I then rested my leg between hers at an angle. I could feel a mix of her heat and wetness against the flesh of my thigh. She then started to grind against my leg as I asked her, “Who do you belong to?” to which she flirtatiously said, “I’m looking at her,” before biting her lower lip. Telling her she was a good girl set her off as her moans increased, and she found the strength to push me against the opposite wall, trying to pin me against it. While she did this, I slipped my hand between her legs and drew circles on her now-exposed clit. Our kissing turned into her mainly moaning into my mouth before I pulled my middle finger out of her, dripping in her wetness, then putting it in her mouth and coating her lips with it like lipgloss before I sealed my lips against hers and got my first taste of her lust off her tongue.

We both knew the entranceway walls wouldn’t cut it for much longer, and we made our way to the bed. I told her to lay down, and I got on top of her straddling her waist. I then put my hands on her collarbones to keep her pinned between me and the mattress. Then lowered my head to her level, hovering an inch above her lips while telling her how sexy she looked and how I was going to make her cum like none of her former boytoys ever could. Little did I know when I said that I was actually her first sexual partner. Anyway, with us both being barely legal, we didn’t have certain toys and had to go old school. Sliding up her body, I sat on her face as her tongue got to work doing a decentish job, but she was still a novice. Although repaying the favour, I spun around, and we 69’d to which the taste I got from her tongue didn’t do her justice. She was very sweet tasting and had gotten slightly creamy from my earlier fingering.

Unfortunately, the pleasure overwhelmed her to the point that she wasn’t eating me out anymore, so I sat back up, looked over my shoulder, and told her to sit on the end of the bed. Getting off her face, she did as instructed, and I got on my knees, putting her legs on my shoulders, then giving her a step-by-step, hands-on guide on what to do. She retained most of it, but being so sensitive already, she came about halfway through my demonstration. When I was simply drawing circles on her throbbing clit with my tongue. At that point, I thought it was best to give her a break, and while we were spooning, she was the little spoon; she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her tiara from earlier, then passed me the king’s crown. She then asked if we could wear them while trying to scissor. I was game and wore the crown like it belonged on my head. However, it wasn’t as secure as Alli’s. It awkwardly fell off a couple times while we were entangled, rubbing our clits together and then doing the variant where we drag our clits against each other’s thighs. It was during the thigh rocking that I constantly had to pick up the crown. We then had an arm around each other so that we were making out and still grinding on one another until we both achieved our orgasms. Yet Alli continued to resist squirting, and we were both hot messes at this point that we went to take a quick shower, with a lot of kissing, but not having any lube, the steam from the hot water dried our naughty bits out, making it uncomfortable to tease each other, but we did try nonetheless.

Admittedly once we were out of the shower, I was losing hope of getting Alli to squirt that night. It was past one or two in the morning, and I told Alli to not worry about getting a towel since I wanted to induce a new rush into her. Taking her to the balcony, it was a clear night, and we could see the stars. Once we were both outside, I closed the door, then sat down against the portion that didn’t slide open, Alli went to sit beside me, but I directed her to between my legs and leaning back against me. She was a giggly mess as she took her place, and we merely cuddled there, talking about bullshit and wearing our crowns.

During the conversation, I told her to put her legs over mine, then my arms that were wrapped around her waist went to different places. My one hand acted as her hand bra while playfully pinching her nips, which were extremely sensitive at this point, while my other went between her legs. My palm did some DJ work on her clit, while I slipped my middle and ring finger inside her. I knew this would be my last chance as I searched for her sweet spot, and the moment I found it, my hand on her breasts squeezed tightly, and my palm rubbed her faster. Internally, I put pressure on her sweet spot dragging my fingers up and down as her build-up of wetness became audible. Then the second I put my lips against her neck and whispered, “I want you to fucking cum for me, Alli.” She did. She wasn’t a super soaker, but a few bursts erupted out of her and through the railing bars down onto the street below. It took everything out of her as I removed my finger and tasted all the hard work I had put in.

We stayed there for hours on the balcony, completely naked, until the sun started to rise. It was then that we finally crawled into the bed and spooned before kissing each other goodnight while basking in the glow of the new day. That night she became my queen, and I was the newly appointed “King” to her southern kingdom.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10hynht/ff_the_king_of_her_southern_kingdom