`` 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 long time I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. Hell, I had several hundred students this yr alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little shocked that I could n't even think back having her in grade let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall.

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

She put her tiny hands on her tiny waist and glared at me with the biggest puritanical eyes I 'd seen in quite a while. I glanced down at the low-necked'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy Elihu Thomson ! ``

holy place shit, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that scrawny piddling mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the vertebral column and draw moving-picture show of buck during my lecturing ? ``

She used to get out pictures of horse having SEX during my speech, but I left that part out. One of her draftsmanship had stuck to her homework. Walking to my adjacent class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the zip and the sexual 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 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 female child, wanted to get into her freshly made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so happy 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 apartment in Greenwich village. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the sole 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 direful crush on one of the football actor - queer, 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 of action you were right ; he got what's-her-name fraught the night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would make, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from sure end of the world !"

'' I 'm glad I could help you through a approximate spot my honey ! So what form of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and sensual art and sculpture. I enjoy finding veritable people and finding their inner sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you handle to see some sample distribution of my work ?"

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

She pulled out her mobile phone speech sound and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the instant. Some were of mass just sitting or standing but there was no doubt what they were thinking. A cleaning 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 feel the sexual tension between them.

There were carving too. I continued to flip through mental image but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a house painting of Crissy. She was lying on a escape of stair, legs apart, head thrown back. One script was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her leg, digit a blur. It made me instantly hard.

'' Oh shit, I forgot that one was in there, '' she quipped and grabbed the headphone back from me. There was a bit of sticky 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 make,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational citizenry in my life. If you 'd be exposed to it, I 'd roll in the hay 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 know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting sometime and flabbier than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody want to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her characterisation were amazing. If she could make ME bet like THAT ...

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few prelude 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 political party was going slowly and there was n't much happening right now. `` I could probably pinch away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In minutes we were in my office with her study on my desk. She leaned over to go around them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her work her solid ass would occasionally brush against the battlefront of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each whirl she squirmed gently against me setting my Einstein on ardor with need.

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

'' And darling that gibbousness, while flattering, is a wee bit on the enceinte size of it ! ``

She looked over her berm at me with those big dingy eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But feed me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her subdivision around my neck while giving me the softest buss I 'd ever received. She smelled the likes of Lilacs and Lavender and charwoman. God, did she smell good !

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

'' Why, Mr. 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 genu. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her mouth parted over the drumhead of my shaft 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 while getting ready for the reunification I 'd have disappointed heartfelt Crissy by blowing my cargo right then and there. Fortunately, I was able-bodied to control myself as her lips sank lower and humble down my shaft. Her eye got wide of the mark when I hit the back of her throat, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my finger into her duncish blond haircloth and held her point, not letting her back off until she started to squirm from lack of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to remember 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. Remember what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't bonk 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 mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her knife sliding back and forth against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the sharpness, but each clock time I held her head word 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 task off the back slope of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her flyspeck body and laid her John L. H. Down across my blotter. I yanked down her wench and step-in to expose her cleanly shaven 20-something knoll. There wasn't a defect or stretch soft touch on her perfect skin. I mentally recorded that view, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

lowering my lips to her quivering stomach, I took my time snuggling and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous mound. Ok, to be true some woman aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life story where I just had to grin and lap it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest affair I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My tongue against her knoll made her gasp and archway her back against me. Fingers wound into my hair and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just moment ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her folds, setting every inch on blast. Retreating to her thighs and corporation, I tortured her by not going back down where her crying pelvic arch wanted me to go. I ran my manus over her thigh, up onto her belly until my finger's breadth just grazed the swell of her breast and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my thumb on the in spite of appearance my wandering workforce ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her outer lips. Gently tugging them in roundabout her pant and shudder told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire mound in my hand, rubbing her clitoris hard against her pubic ivory. She came, long and hard. Her tension built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid mortal would get word. I clamped my helping hand down over her mouth, letting her muffled shrieking die against my palm.

Before she could regain I jumped up lay myself against her drench opening. Her middle got wide as I worked my tool up and down her backtalk, then slowly sank a duet inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to thrust over and over just to get inside. Each stab opened her up and allowed another in. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her slopped little body until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"nooky ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my stomach muscles are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her brass. I got the distinguishable opinion that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds had I not already knock one off in the rain shower. But she didn't have to cognise that ! I was going to show her the vantage of older men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hired man so intemperate I knew it was bruising but I didn't aid. I just kept thumping her as unvoiced as I could. Another Wave washed over her and I thought she was going to go across out. I was come together myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a stop. Gently stroking her with every column inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck opening, cheek and finally her lip. Our clapper eagerly explored each other. Each poke ended up with my pubic bone against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

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

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

Like I was going to say no…

I took my clock time working us back up into a craze 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 at in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her sass down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her aegir mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me thrust any Sir Thomas More. Her diffuse tongue circling my fountainhead kept me in spasms for longer than I'd ever come in my lifespan but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

2 second later we were schmoozing in the crowd again trying to pretend as if null had happened.

Chapter two

"Honey, the Carl David Anderson want to know if their painting are going to be ready by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to Chrissy's studio. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the staff and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty respectable at business, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was induce me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different grade and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the railing and looked down at me.

"wellspring hello to you too !"

"Sorry, where are my manners ?"I bounded up the spiral stairway and planted a monstrous kiss on her fat belly."Hi tiddler !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be tenacious 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.

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

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Phil Anderson crusade off with their paintings when her water broke…

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