SEX STORY #15
THE REUNION
Scott 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, and the last time was 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 in 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 hung 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. 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. At that very moment he was 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, and 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! It 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.
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. Occasionally he looked up to look at 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 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. He wasn’t disappointed, because in a matter of seconds she had
switched places with him and pulled his pants and short 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 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. Miss Foley was probably about fifty five
years old now, but she 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 swallowed down like
nectar from the gods!!!
Even after he had shot his load, she continued to lick and nibble at his semi
hard pecker, seeming 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!
Finally she eased 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 settle back down hard, driving his prick
deep inside her on each plunge! 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!!!” |
