`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any approximation how many students I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly grand. Inferno, I had several hundred students this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little outrage that I could n't even remember having her in year let alone what her epithet was. Usually I tucked the figure, faces - and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall.

'' George Benjamin Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock excitement .'I always knew you 'd get along out of the water closet eventually. Looks like the OR was a huge success ! ``

She put her lilliputian hands on her petite waist and glared at me with the liberal dismal eyes I 'd seen in quite a piece. I glanced down at the decollete'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy Virgil Garnett Thomson ! ``

Holy shit, it could n't be. `` waiting, you 're that scrawny petty mousy-brown-haired daughter that used to sit in the back and draw photograph of horse cavalry during my talk ? ``

She used to absorb scene of cavalry having SEX during my lectures, but I left that part out. One of her drawings had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next family I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the vim and the intimate tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that particular piece of paper for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my elder year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading squad. senior twelvemonth 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 missy, wanted to get into her freshly made over panties.

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

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a belittled studio apartment in Greenwich 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 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 forget him, that he wasn't worthy of my attention. Of grade you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the Nox of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would bear, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doom !"

'' I 'm glad I could help you through a grating spot my dear ! So what variety of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and sensual art and carving. I enjoy finding fixture people and finding their intimate sexual God and Goddess and turning that sluttish. Would you deal to see some samples of my piece of work ?"

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

She pulled out her cell earpiece and handed it to me. I scrolled through various. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the quiver of the moment. Some were of people just sitting or standing but there was no interrogative sentence what they were thinking. A cleaning woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the cognitive process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could feel the intimate tension between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to tack through images but was completely unprepared for the live 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 former shoved knockout between her legs, finger's breadth a blur. It made me instantly hard.

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

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

'' Ok, so I have a confession to make,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational multitude in my life. If you 'd be capable to it, I 'd love to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my living during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd have ... ''

I did n't have intercourse what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting older and soft than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody want to see me bare, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her pictures were amazing. If she could crap ME take care like THAT ...

'' I actually have some approximation and have done a few preliminary sketches. Can I show them to you in your office ? 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 swipe 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 pass around 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 go 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 ! Okay, 20 eld ago maybe, '' I said wistfully. She 'd been pretty liberal with the 'poetic license'on my body.

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

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But establish me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck while giving me the softest kiss I 'd ever received. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and cleaning 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 motive. Her digit flew to my zipper and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her knees. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her lips parted over the foreland of my cock and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at shoal. If I had n't taken a load off in the shower bath while getting ready for the reunion I 'd have disappointed beloved Crissy by blowing my incumbrance right then and there. Fortunately, I was able-bodied to control myself as her lips sank lower and lower down my shaft. Her eyes got full when I hit the back of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or draw out off. I ran my finger's breadth into her fatheaded blond hair and held her psyche, not letting her back off until she started to squirm from lack of oxygen.

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

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

"I do n't live but I 'll try. Her gaze 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 ivory, her tongue sliding back and Forth against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the edge, but each sentence 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 papers and projection off the hind side of meat of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her lilliputian body and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her chick and panties to display her flawlessly shaven 20-something mound. There wasn't a defect or stretchiness score on her pure skin. I mentally recorded that view, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

Lowering my backtalk to her quivering abdomen, I took my time cuddling and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous cumulation. Ok, to be good 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 clapper against her mound made her gasp and arch her vertebral column against me. finger wound into my hair and held my human face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just mo ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her faithful, setting every inch on ardour. Retreating to her thighs and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her crying hips wanted me to go. I ran my men over her thighs, up onto her breadbasket until my finger just grazed the swell of her knocker and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my thumbs on the inside my wandering work force ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her proscribed lips. Gently tugging them in circles her gasp and shudders told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my tabular array with desire. I cupped her entire pile in my manus, rubbing her clit severely against her pubic os. She came, long and hard. Her stress built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid someone would hear. I clamped my hand down over her mouth, letting her muffled screech die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her middle got all-encompassing as I worked my shaft up and down her lips, then slowly sank a couple inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to stuff 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 tight little torso until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my deal, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my tum muscularity are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her human face. I got the distinct impression that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 second had I not already strike hard one off in the shower. But she didn't have to get it on that ! I was going to show her the vantage of older men.

She came again, center wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so operose I knew it was bruising but I didn't precaution. I just kept thumping her as firmly as I could. Another wave washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was stuffy myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a stopover. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, buttock and finally her lips. Our clapper eagerly explored each early. Each push ended up with my pubic bone against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

"I can't require much more than,"I said. But it was more of a interrogative and she understood.

"I'm not on birth control but I'd really like to savour you when you come. will you come in my mouth for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us indorse 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 nominal head of me. She grabbed my balls, looked up at me with that evil feel in her eyes and without breaking eye striking sank her sass down over me. The domain exploded around me and I emptied myself into her tidal bore oral cavity. She held me still, refusing to let me push up any Thomas More. Her soft clapper circling my head kept me in spasm for retentive than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her principal for bread and butter while I wound down.

2 minutes later we were schmoozing in the crew again trying to pretend as if zilch had happened.

Chapter two

"Honey, the Carl Anderson want to know if their paintings are going to be quick by Fri the 18th ?"I was standing at the arse of the stairs 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 soundly at business organisation, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was piss 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 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 osculation on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be retentive before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, slow 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 the Twins don't arrive early."

Th evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Sherwood Anderson crusade off with their house painting when her piss broke…

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