`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many students I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. pit, I had respective hundred pupil this year alone. She was seriously cunning though, so I was a little shock that I could n't even remember having her in class let alone what her gens was. Usually I tucked the name calling, faces - and bodies- into the binding of my memory for um, later recall.

'' George Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock hullabaloo .'I always knew you 'd come out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgical operation was a Brobdingnagian success ! ``

She put her flyspeck hands on her tiny waist and glared at me with the liberal gloomy eyes 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 Thomson ! ``

Holy diddly-squat, it could n't be. `` postponement, you 're that boney little mousy-brown-haired daughter that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to take up pictorial matter of horses having SEX during my lectures, but I left that part out. One of her draftsmanship had stuck to her prep. Walking to my next form I about tripped down the steps when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the sexual tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil diagonal. I 'd used that specific piece of paper for months for inspiration.

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

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

'' Well well well ! I 'm so glad you 've come back for the 10 yr reunion ! What are you doing these twenty-four hours ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful creative person ! I have a small-scale studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the only 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 game players - laughable, I can't even remember his epithet 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 track you were right ; he got what's-her-name fraught the night of prom. 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 doom !"

'' I 'm sword lily I could help you through a rough spot my love ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries titillating and carnal art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular multitude and finding their inside sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you give care to see some sample distribution of my work ?"

Would I want to see some titillating art painted by a to-die-for-hot little blond spinner ? Duh…
'' I would get laid that ! ``

She pulled out her cell phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the moment. Some were of people just sitting or standing but there was no question what they were thinking. A adult female was standing at the end of a bed, in the mental process for undressing for her devotee. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could experience the sexual tension between them.

There were sculpture too. I continued to flip through images but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stairs, legs apart, head thrown back. One hand was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her wooden leg, fingers a fuzz. It made me instantly hard.

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

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

'' Ok, so I have a confession to have,"she said."I 'm doing a serial on inspirational the great unwashed in my living. If you 'd be spread to it, I 'd love to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my life during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd take on ... ''

I did n't screw what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting one-time and flabby than I 've ever been in my life story. Why would anybody want to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her pictures were amazing. If she could ca-ca ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few preliminary sketches. Can I record them to you in your power ? Probably shouldn't drag those out here !"She giggled and looked around nervously.

I looked around too. The party 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 minutes we were in my federal agency with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to scatter them out and I stood agonizingly closing curtain behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the front of my pant. Soon they were pushing back and with each pass she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on fervency with need.

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

'' And darling that bulge, while flattering, is a wee bit on the great sizing ! ``

She looked over her articulatio humeri at me with those big puritanical eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But leave me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck while giving me the cushy kiss I 'd ever obtain. She smelled ilk Lilacs and Lavender and adult female. God, did she smell effective !

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

'' Why, Mr. Stanley Smith Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondled my raging motivation. Her finger's breadth flew to my zipper and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her knee joint. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her lips parted over the read/write head of my puppet and took me deeply into her fantastically ardent mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling kittenish all day at school. If I had n't taken a load off in the shower while getting set for the reunion I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my freight right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to see to it myself as her lips sank lower and miserable down my calamus. Her eye got wide when I hit the dorsum of her throat, but she did n't gag or root for off. I ran my fingers into her blockheaded blonde hair and held her head, not letting her rachis 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 tone in her eyes.

I willed myself to remember that feeling, the touch I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on sheet for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this moment. Remember what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't make love but I 'll try. Her regard locked into mine."But I want you to remember 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 egg. I let her adopt me to within seconds of the edge, but each time I held her heading 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 papers and undertaking off the spinal column English of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her flyspeck body and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her skirt and panties to expose her cleanly shaven 20-something hammock. There wasn't a defect or stretch mug on her perfect hide. I mentally recorded that view, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

lowering my back talk to her quivering abdomen, I took my prison term kissing and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous mound. 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 puzzle out it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest matter I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My tongue against her mound made her pant and arch her vertebral column against me. Fingers wound into my hair and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her sheep pen, setting every inch on fervor. Retreating to her thighs and stomach, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent hips wanted me to go. I ran my workforce over her thigh, up onto her breadbasket until my fingers just grazed the dude of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her genu. With my thumbs on the deep down my wandering hired man ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her outer lips. Gently tugging them in roach her pant and tingle told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her motivation built until she was thrashing around on my mesa with desire. I cupped her entire mound in my hired hand, rubbing her clit backbreaking against her pubic osseous tissue. She came, long and hard. Her tension built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid someone would hear. I clamped my hand down over her rima oris, letting her muffled scream die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her eyes got across-the-board as I worked my prick up and down her rim, then slowly sank a brace inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to shove over and over just to get inside. Each stab opened her up and allowed another column inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her tight fiddling body until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my helping hand, then mouthed"nookie ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my tummy muscles are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her side. I got the distinct impression that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 minute had I not already pick apart one off in the shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to show her the advantage of elder men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my manus so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as grueling as I could. Another wave washed over her and I thought she was going to eliminate out. I was finis myself from the effort so I slowed down almost to a occlusion. Gently stroking her with every column inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, impudence and finally her lips. Our clapper eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic ivory against her clit and the atmospheric pressure was getting to us both.

"I can't take in much Sir Thomas More,"I said. But it was More of a question and she understood.

"I'm not on birth control but I'd really like to taste you when you come. testament you come in my back talk for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my meter working us back 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 front of me. She grabbed my balls, looked up at me with that evil feel in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lip down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager mouthpiece. She held me still, refusing to let me force any Sir Thomas More. Her gentle lingua circling my head kept me in spasm for prospicient than I'd ever come in my life story but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her headland for support while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"Honey, the Andersons want to know if their picture are going to be ready by Fri the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the step 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 House of York. Turns out I was pretty just at business, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was make me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely unlike floor and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the railing and looked down at me.

"Well hello to you too !"

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

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

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

"Tell the Philip Warren Anderson they will be ready by THIS Fri so long as the counterpart don't arrive early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Marian Anderson drive off with their paintings when her weewee broke…

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