`` How can you not call up me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many scholar I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly M. Inferno, I had several hundred students this class alone. She was seriously precious though, so I was a little shock that I could n't even call up having her in category let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the gens, faces - and bodies- into the back of my storage for um, later recall.

'' George I Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock excitement .'I always knew you 'd fare out of the closet eventually. Looks like the OR was a Brobdingnagian achiever ! ``

She put her lilliputian hands on her petite waist and glared at me with the fully grown blue eye I 'd seen in quite a spell. I glanced down at the low-cut'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy Elihu Thomson ! ``

sanctum shit, it could n't be. `` delay, you 're that scrawny small mousy-brown-haired little girl that used to sit in the back and attraction image of horses during my public lecture ? ``

She used to draw moving-picture show of horses having SEX during my lecturing, but I left that part out. One of her drawings had stuck to her homework. Walking to my adjacent division I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the intimate tenseness was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that particular piece of paper for calendar month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my senior year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading Squad. fourth-year class was FUN ! ``

I bet it had been. It was all coming back to me now. She 'd blossomed over the summer from wall-flower to sexual goddess. Everybody wanted to be her, to be around her. And everyone, boy and fille, wanted to get into her freshly made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so gladiolus you 've come back for the 10 yr reunion ! What are you doing these days ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the exclusively one who believed in me as an ugly duckling. I was hoping you 'd be here tonight so I could personally thank you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this terrible crush on one of the football players - suspect, I can't even remember his name now - and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to forget him, that he wasn't worthy of my attention. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the Night of promenade. If that had happened to me, and it probably would have, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain end of the world !"

'' I 'm glad I could assist you through a rasping spot my dear ! So what sorting of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and animal art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular people and finding their inner sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you care to see some samples of my study ?"

Would I want to see some erotic art painted by a to-die-for-hot trivial blond spinner ? Duh…
'' I would love that ! ``

She pulled out her cell earphone and handed it to me. I scrolled through respective. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitation, the rush of the bit. Some were of people just sitting or standing but there was no interrogation what they were thinking. A woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could find the intimate tautness between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to switch through ikon but was completely unprepared for the finale one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flying of stairs, leg apart, head thrown back. One hand was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved surd between her legs, fingers a blur. It made me instantly hard.

'' Oh shit, I forgot that one was in there, '' she quipped and grabbed the phone back from me. There was a bit of awkward silence.

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an amazing painting. Thanks for sharing your work with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to take,"she said."I 'm doing a serial publication on inspirational citizenry in my life-time. If you 'd be clear to it, I 'd love to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my life during those class. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

I did n't do it what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting older and flabby than I 've ever been in my aliveness. Why would anybody want to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her pictures were amazing. If she could make ME depend like THAT ...

'' I actually have some idea and have done a few prelude resume. Can I show them to you in your place ? Probably shouldn't drag those out here !"She giggled and looked around nervously.

I looked around too. The company was going slowly and there was n't much happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In moment we were in my government agency with her resume on my desk. She leaned over to circularize them out and I stood agonizingly faithful behind her. As she arranged her study her firm ass would occasionally brush against the straw man of my pant. Soon they were pushing back and with each passing she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on fire with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't look a lot like me ! Okay, 20 years ago maybe, '' I said wistfully. She 'd been pretty liberal with the 'poetic license'on my body.

'' And darling that extrusion, while flattering, is a wee bit on the large size ! ``

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blasphemous eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her munition around my neck while giving me the subdued kiss I 'd ever received. She smelled comparable Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she smell estimable !

I backed her up against the edge of my desk and pinned her to the bound with my pelvis.

'' Why, Mr. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondled my raging penury. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in instant had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her articulatio genus. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her password trailed off as her lips parted over the head of my peter and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a load off in the shower bath while getting ready for the reunion I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was able-bodied to verify myself as her lips sank depress and lower down my shaft. Her centre got wide when I hit the rear of her throat, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my fingerbreadth into her thick blond hair and held her mind, not letting her back off until she started to squirm from want of oxygen.

She panted for a few seconds, and then glanced up at me with the Devil 's own look in her eyes.

I willed myself to retrieve that face, the tactile sensation I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to catch on canvas for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this here and now. Remember what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't have it off but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to commemorate this ... '' and with that she inhaled my meat. Taking me slowly into her sassing, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic off-white, her tongue sliding back and forth against my aching balls. I let her look at me to within seconds of the edge, but each fourth dimension I held her head tightly, not letting her up for air until I'd calmed down. Only soon I wasn't calming down anymore.

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving report and projects off the back side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her bantam trunk and laid her down across my blotting paper. I yanked down her doll and pantie to divulge her cleanly shaven 20-something mound. There wasn't a blemish or stretch marker on her hone cutis. I mentally recorded that vista, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

Lowering my lips to her quivering stomach, I took my fourth dimension snuggling and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous knoll. Ok, to be honest some women aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life where I just had to grin and lick it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My glossa against her cumulation made her gasp and arch her back against me. finger wound into my pilus and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her folds, setting every inch on flaming. Retreating to her thigh and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent rosehip wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her thighs, up onto her stomach until my digit just grazed the crestless wave of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my thumbs on the within my wandering manpower ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her forbidden lips. Gently tugging them in traffic circle her gasps and shudders told me she was enjoying this as practically as I was. Her pauperization built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire mound in my manus, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic bone. She came, long and hard. Her tautness built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid someone would hear. I clamped my manus down over her mouth, letting her muffled scream die against my palm.

Before she could reclaim I jumped up place myself against her imbrue curtain raising. Her heart got wide as I worked my pecker up and down her back talk, then slowly sank a dyad inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to lunge over and over just to get inside. Each stab opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her soaked niggling physical structure until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my script, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my stomach muscular tissue are pretty unattackable. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the construction on her face. I got the distinct mental picture that nonentity had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 s had I not already knocked one off in the shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to show her the advantages of older men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so backbreaking I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another waving washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was close myself from the effort so I slowed down almost to a stop. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her mouth. Our tongue eagerly explored each former. Each thrust ended up with my pubic ivory against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

"I can't accept much to a greater extent,"I said. But it was more than of a head and she understood.

"I'm not on birthing controller but I'd really like to taste you when you come. will you come in my lip for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us plump for up into a frenzy and then hollered it was time. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in movement of me. She grabbed my globe, looked up at me with that malign look in her eyes and without breaking eye tangency sank her lips down over me. The universe exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me push up any more. Her soft tongue circling my head kept me in spasms for longer than I'd ever come in my spirit but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

2 minutes later we were schmoozing in the crowd again trying to pretend as if nothing had happened.

Chapter two

"Honey, the Andersons want to bed if their paintings are going to be ready by Fri the 18th ?"I was standing at the keister of the stair that led to Chrissy's studio. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty good at business, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was pretend me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely dissimilar level and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the rail and looked down at me.

"wellspring hello to you too !"

"Sorry, where are my manners ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a monstrous kiss on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the similitude. Wouldn't be retentive before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, behind and deep.

"Wow, I know what somebody's thinking."

She was right. Pregnancy suited her to a"T"and neither one of us had ever been happier.

"William Tell the Andersons they will be ready by THIS Friday so long as the Gemini don't arrive early."

Th evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Andersons campaign off with their paintings when her water broke…

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