cott Ruden drummed
his fingers on the leather covered steering wheel, keeping time
with the beat coming from car radio. His thoughts, however,
were not on the music, but his twentieth high school reunion
being held that weekend in his home town. He had been pretty
lucky over the years and had done quite well with his computer
soft ware company, so at least he wasn't going to have to make
up a lot of stories about how his life has been going! It had
been at least fifteen years since he had been to Maplewood,
the last time being to bury his mother, so he really had had
given no thought of coming back until he received his invitation
in the mail. It was a five hundred mile drive, and it felt good
to escape the big city tension for the pastoral calm of the
green country side.
About an hour later,
Scott could make out the water tower that had maple leaves painted
all over it. "Still looks just as hokey as ever," he thought,
as he turned down main street, marveling at how little change
had taken place in all those years. Patterson's Men's Clothing
was still on the corner, and Jenkins' Drug Store still had the
same old pink neon sign that had been there since he was a boy
growing up.The
memories flooded back with each old store, house, or park that
came into view. He took a right on Elm Street, and two blocks
later he slowed down and drove by the old homestead. Shutters
had been added to the front windows, and the once white paint
job was now an earth tone tan, but to Scott it still was home.
He glanced at his watch and realized that the reception was
already started, so he gunned the motor and headed off to the
high school.
The squat red brick
structure that was Maplewood Central High School used to sit
on the east edge of town at the end of Bluff Street, now however,
a new subdivision had been built up around the school, making
it seem more a part of the neighborhood. There was a big sign
hanging over the front door welcoming everyone to the reunion.
Once inside the building, another sign directed the guests to
gymnasium, where they found a crepe paper jungle of decorations
hanging from the walls and ceiling.
A table with name
tags was manned by two smiling women that Scott didn't recognize,
but who greeted him like a long lost friend. He picked up his
name tag, went over to the punch bowl and poured himself a drink,
and then began circulating around the room trying to find someone
he might remember from the old days. It was a voice that came
shooting out of the past that made him turn around. "Scott Ruden,
I haven't seen you in twenty years, how have you been?" asked
the masculine feminine voice.
"Hello, Miss Foley,"
answered Scott, "yes, I guess it has been twenty years, the
last time I was home was fifteen years ago to attend mom's funeral."
"Well," she replied,
"you certainly look like things have been treating you fine."
"Can't complain,"
Scott went on, "I'm married, with two kids, and have a nice
business in Chicago."
"Is you wife here,
I'd like to meet her," asked Miss Foley? Scott went on to explain
that his wife was a nurse and had duty that weekend, and couldn't
get away, so taking Scott by the arm, she gently lead him through
the mass of people and through the doorway into the quiet dark
halls of Central High and exclaimed, That's better, you can
barely hear yourself think in there!"
Both of them sipped
their punch as they walked through the deserted halls, commenting
about old times as they passed by the different rooms. Scott
hadn't admitted it, even to himself, but the real reason he
had come back for his reunion was not to see old high school
chums, but in the hope that he would run into Miss Foley. Back
in his high school days, Miss Foley was what was known as quite
a looker, and more than one student had fantasized about seeing
what was hidden under those loose tight fitting dresses!
Not to go into the
whole story now, but Scott had somehow not only gotten to see
what was under those dresses, he had gotten to sample the many
delights found there! It was a story he had kept to himself
all these years, never even letting on to his buddies twenty
years ago when he was getting so lucky. So here he was, walking
through the halls with the woman who at one time had taken him
to sexual heights he had only dreamed of and at that very moment
wondering if she was thinking the same thing he was?!?
"Scotty," she began,
"I haven't ever mentioned our little, ah, affair to any one,
and since you're married, I wouldn't dream of imposing on you......"
"I was thinking about the same thing," he interjected, "I mean,
about what happened between us, I mean!" She visibly relaxed,
and continued to speak, "Well, back then you were so skinny
and helpless looking, I don't know what came over me, but I
just had the most incredible urge to mother you, and one thing
led to another!"
Scott nodded, and
replied, "And you were, and are, so incredibly beautiful, that
feeling and seeing your huge chest was about more than a young
man could take!!!"
"That's so nice of
you to say," she said, turning a a little red in her cheeks
from embarrassment while continuing, "You were so cute sucking
on my nipples, but what really surprised me was when I removed
your shorts and found such a large penis on such a thin little
boy!" Now it was Scott's turn to get red, remembering how Miss
Foley had reacted when his stiff penis jumped out full and erect
in front of her. Now they were walking down a side hall that
contained among other things the teacher's lounge.
Miss Foley pulled
out a key, unlocked the door, and pulled Scott inside, while
turning on the light and locking the door behind them. "I took
the liberty of taking a chance that you would be attending the
reunion and prepared myself for you," she offered, and then
in one motion took her dress by the hem and lifted it up above
her waist. All the air whistled out of Scott, as he was now
looking at Miss Foley's pantiless vagina that was still the
hairiest cunt he had every seen, thick and curly, in the shape
of a perfect vee! She sat down on the couch with her legs spread,
and said, "I think if I remember correctly, that this is what
you enjoyed eating!?!" In a heartbeat Scott was on his knees,
drinking in the aroma of fresh hot pussy, his nostrils flaring
like a wild animal at the arousing scent!
"Do me Scottie, do
me like you used to do me," she implored, spreading herself
wider in an even more enticing manner! Scott didn't need another
invitation and he buried his mouth on the dripping slit weeping
before him, and just like it was yesterday, the hairy bush,
the sopping wet slit, and the huge clit all combined to make
it the most arousing pussy he had ever eaten! Scott ate like
there was no tomorrow, burrowing his nose deep into the thick
lipped crack while occasionally looking up to see Miss Foley's
face, and what he saw was the look of pure contentment and lust
all rolled together!
She had opened the
front of her dress, unhooked the clasp on her huge lace bra,
and then twisted her dark red nipples until they stood out like
twin thimbles on her heaving chest! Scott could tell she was
close to the edge, and as speeded up the tempo of his lapping,
a low guttural growl came from deep inside her throat, indicating
that her orgasm was filling her belly. The growl quickly turned
into a roar when her climax tore through her vagina like an
express freight train, leaving her body a quivering mass of
jello! If things were to go like they used to, Miss Foley would
now be dying to give his cock some personalized oral attention,
and he wasn't disappointed, because in a matter of seconds she
had switched places with him and pulled his pants and shorts
down to his ankles.
His already hard
cock bobbed up and down in front of her hungry mouth, a mouth
that had waited twenty years to satisfy its oral fixation. "Oh,
Scottie," she cooed softly, "I've been waiting for this moment
for so long, and now your beautiful erection is mine to suck
all over again!" Her mouth, eager and alive, engulfed his manhood
and sucked it like it was to be the last time she ever would
have a cock in her mouth. It was more than an ordinary blowjob,
it was more like an act of personal love making to his penis,
and Miss Foley, probably about fifty five years old now, still
sucked cock better than any woman he had ever had, including
his wife Cindy, who could learn a few tricks from this seasoned
cocksucker! Now it was Scott's turn to moan, as his nuts tightened
up in anticipation of the ejaculation that was forthcoming.
When Miss Foley sensed his approaching orgasm, she became a
varitable human vacuum cleaner, making sure that every drop
of his spurting cum was not wasted, but swallowing it down like
it was nectar from the gods!!!
Even after he had
shot his load, she continued to lick and nibble at his semi
hard pecker, seemingly like she wanted to stay near it as long
as she could. "Scottie," she asked, "can you fuck me once before
we have to go, I really feel the need to be filled up by your
beautiful erection!?!"
How could he refuse
her??? "Okay," he replied, "turn around and sit on it!" She
scrambled to her feet and carefully lined up her twat over his
now rigid member, taking time to run the big head up and down
along her wet slit. When the head would pass over her clitoris,
she would gasp and jerk her whole body in an involuntary spasm
until finally easing the head into her hole, letting out a low
satisfying moan as his thickness filled her to the brim! Rocking
to and fro, Scott could see the wide expanse of her big fat
ass, spread apart to accommodate his wide shaft.
All at once she started
bouncing up and down, almost letting him slip out, only to stop
just in the nick of time, and then settling back down hard,
driving his prick deep inside her on each plunge until both
of them exploded together, their loins locked in a mutual orgasmic
vice, straining with each other to achieve the ultimate sexual
high! When it was over, neither one of them moved, except for
Scott's shrinking dick, which finally slipped out of her now
well fucked quim.
Later that evening
back in his motel room Scott made a long distance call to his
wife, Cindy. After a bit of talk about the kids and how her
day went, she asked, "Well did you see anybody you remembered?"
"Yeah, I did," he replied, "just and old teacher, but she barely
recognized me!!!"
THE
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