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

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many scholarly person I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. pit, I had several hundred students this yr alone. She was seriously cunning though, so I was a fiddling shocked that I could n't even remember having her in class let alone what her public figure was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my store for um, later recall.

'' George VI Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock inflammation .'I always knew you 'd come out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgery was a huge succeeder ! ``

She put her bantam manus on her tiny waist and glared at me with the biggest profane eyes I 'd seen in quite a while. 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 Joseph John Thomson ! ``

holy turd, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that underweight little mousy-brown-haired fille that used to sit in the back and draw painting of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to guide picture of sawbuck having SEX during my lectures, but I left that part out. One of her drawings had stuck to her homework. Walking to my future class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw big businessman, the energy and the sexual stress was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil cam stroke. I 'd used that particular piece of paper for month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an lowerclassman. But recall my fourth-year year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading team. senior year 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 little girl, wanted to get into her freshly made over panties.

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

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a humble studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to give thanks 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 give thanks you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this terrible compaction on one of the football players - funny, I can't even remember his name now - and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to blank out him, that he wasn't worthy of my care. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the dark 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 glad I could serve you through a rough spot my dear ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and sensual art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular citizenry and finding their inside sexual God and Goddess and turning that relax. Would you manage to see some samples of my employment ?"

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

She pulled out her prison cell phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the chill of the second. Some were of citizenry just sitting or standing but there was no doubtfulness what they were thinking. A woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the process for undressing for her buff. Another was of a dyad lying in bed just holding each early but you could feel the sexual tenseness between them.

There were sculpture too. I continued to flip through range but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a house painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flying of stairs, legs apart, head thrown back. One hand was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her pegleg, finger 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 inapt silence.

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an awe-inspiring painting. Thanks for sharing your body of work with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to make,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational people in my lifespan. If you 'd be open to it, I 'd have a go at it to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my life during those age. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

I did n't know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting senior and flabby than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody want to see me naked, almost raw, or aroused ? But still, her icon were amazing. If she could piddle ME count like THAT ...

'' I actually have some mind and have done a few preliminary sketches. Can I show them to you in your power ? 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 often happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In minutes we were in my office with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to scatter them out and I stood agonizingly close 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 fervor 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 big with the 'poetic licence'on my body.

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

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

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

'' Why, Mr. S. Smith Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondled my raging need. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her stifle. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her backtalk parted over the head of my tool and took me deeply into her fantastically warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a load off in the shower while getting ready for the reunion I 'd have disappointed devout Crissy by blowing my loading right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to control myself as her lips sank lower and lower down my shaft. Her eyes got full when I hit the binding of her throat, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my fingerbreadth into her midst blond hair and held her head teacher, not letting her book binding off until she started to squirm from lack 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 think of that flavour, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on canvas for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this moment. recollect what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't know but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to remember this ... '' and with that she inhaled my center. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic off-white, her tongue sliding back and Forth River against my aching clod. I let her adopt me to within second gear of the sharpness, but each metre I held her pass tightly, not letting her up for air until I'd calmed down. Only soon I wasn't calming down anymore.

I pulled her human face up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving papers and projects off the spine side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny body and laid her down across my blotting paper. I yanked down her bird and panties to display her flawlessly shaven 20-something cumulation. There wasn't a blemish or stretch mark on her perfect tegument. I mentally recorded that opinion, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

letting down my sassing to her quivering tum, I took my time hugging and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous mound. Ok, to be honest some woman aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my animation 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 fervor. For me.

My spit against her hummock made her gasp and archway her back against me. Fingers wound into my fuzz and held my typeface hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minute ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her folds, setting every inch on ardor. Retreating to her second joint and potbelly, I tortured her by not going back down where her exigent rosehip wanted me to go. I ran my mitt over her thighs, up onto her venter until my fingerbreadth just grazed the swell of her tit and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my thumbs on the inside my wandering handwriting ran northward again until both quarter round were resting against her outer mouth. Gently tugging them in R-2 her gasps and thrill told me she was enjoying this as practically as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her total mound in my hand, rubbing her clit voiceless against her pubic bone. She came, long and hard. Her tension built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid person would hear. I clamped my hand down over her mouthpiece, letting her softened riot die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her centre got wide as I worked my prick up and down her lips, then slowly sank a span inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to squeeze 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 slopped little body until her eye bugged out. She shrieked against my script, then mouthed"fucking ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my belly muscles are pretty stiff. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the formulation on her nerve. I got the distinct impression that cypher had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 irregular had I not already criticise one off in the exhibitor. But she didn't have to make out that ! I was going to show her the reward of older men.

She came again, center all-embracing and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so difficult I knew it was bruising but I didn't maintenance. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another wave washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was unaired 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, impudence and finally her mouth. Our tongues eagerly explored each early. Each stab ended up with my pubic os against her clit and the insistence was getting to us both.

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

"I'm not on giving birth control but I'd really like to try you when you come. Will you come in my oral fissure for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us bet on up into a frenzy and then hollered it was sentence. 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 looking in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lip down over me. The reality exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager back talk. She held me still, refusing to let me lunge any Sir Thomas More. Her balmy glossa circling my headland kept me in cramp for prospicient than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for keep while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"love, the Anderson want to know if their paintings are going to be ready by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the stern of the stairs that led to Chrissy's studio apartment. 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 good at business sector, and that freed her up to do what she did salutary, which was construct me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different level 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 mode ?"I bounded up the voluted staircase and planted a monstrous kiss on her fat belly."Hi minor !"I said to the Twins. Wouldn't be farsighted before they arrived. The osculation I planted on Chrissy was long, slack 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 Carl David Anderson they will be cook by THIS Friday so long as the Twins don't get in early."

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

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