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

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any thought how many pupil I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly yard. Hell, I had various hundred students this yr alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little appal that I could n't even remember having her in course let alone what her gens was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall.

'' George IV Count Rumford ! Is that YOU under that blonde wig ? '' I said with mock excitement .'I always knew you 'd issue forth out of the wardrobe eventually. Looks like the surgery was a immense success ! ``

She put her diminutive script on her tiny waist and glared at me with the grownup drab 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 Elihu Thomson ! ``

sanctum shit, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that scrawny little mousy-brown-haired female child that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to draw pictures of knight having SEX during my public lecture, but I left that division out. One of her drawings had stuck to her preparation. Walking to my next family I about tripped down the step when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the sexual latent hostility was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil shot. I 'd used that especial piece of paper for calendar month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my aged year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading squad. Senior yr 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 intimate 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 Day ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio 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 awful crush on one of the football players - funny, I can't even recollect 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 care. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would receive, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain day of reckoning !"

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

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and animal art and sculptures. I enjoy finding unconstipated people and finding their inner intimate God and Goddess and turning that liberal. Would you care to see some samples of my piece of work ?"

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

She pulled out her cell telephone set and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the exhilaration, the charge of the moment. Some were of the great unwashed just sitting or standing but there was no question what they were thinking. A woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the physical process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a distich lying in bed just holding each former but you could feel the sexual tension between them.

There were sculptures 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 trajectory of stairs, legs apart, head thrown back. One deal was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved intemperate 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 telephone set back from me. There was a bit of ungainly silence.

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an astound house 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 people in my life. If you 'd be open to it, I 'd love to do a portrayal of you. You were so influential in my biography during those year. I 'd be honored if you 'd bear ... ''

I did n't know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting onetime and flabbier than I 've ever been in my life history. Why would anybody want to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her pictures were amazing. If she could do ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some estimate and have done a few preliminary sketch. Can I point them to you in your berth ? 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 lots happening right now. `` I could probably cabbage 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 propagate them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her oeuvre her business firm ass would occasionally brush against the strawman of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each passing she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on ardor with need.

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

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

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blue center 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 softest kiss I 'd ever experience. She smelled comparable Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she sense good !

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

'' Why, Mr. Wallace Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondled my raging want. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in bit 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 tool 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 reunion I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my lode right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to control myself as her backtalk sank lower and lower down my spear. Her eyes got wide when I hit the dorsum of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or pluck off. I ran my fingers into her duncical blond pilus and held her top dog, not letting her book binding off until she started to wrestle 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 retrieve that feeling, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to get on canvas tent for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this consequence. Remember what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't get it on but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to retrieve this ... '' and with that she inhaled my heart and soul. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her tongue sliding back and Forth River against my aching balls. I let her read me to within seconds of the border, but each prison term 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 nerve up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving written document and task off the game side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny physical structure and laid her drink down across my blotter. I yanked down her skirt and pantie to expose her cleanly shave 20-something mound. There wasn't a mar or stretch mark on her perfect skin. I mentally recorded that vista, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

Lowering my mouth to her quivering stomach, I took my time petting and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous hill. 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 drub it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My tongue against her hummock made her gasp and arch her rear 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 fire. Retreating to her thigh and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her instant articulatio coxae wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her thigh, up onto her stomach until my fingers just grazed the clotheshorse of her titty and then worked my way back down to her genu. With my thumbs on the at heart my wandering helping hand ran northward again until both quarter round were resting against her out lips. Gently tugging them in Mexican valium her pant and shudders 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 integral pitcher in my hand, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic ivory. She came, long and hard. Her tenseness built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid somebody would see. I clamped my mitt down over her mouth, letting her repress wow die against my palm.

Before she could go back I jumped up laid myself against her soak opening. Her center got extensive as I worked my tool up and down her lips, then slowly sank a pair inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to thrust over and over just to get inside. Each knife thrust opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her blotto footling body until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my belly muscularity are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the look on her face. I got the distinct impression that nonentity had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds 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 vantage of aged men.

She came again, heart all-encompassing and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so laborious I knew it was bruising but I didn't guardianship. 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 stopping point myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a plosive consonant. Gently stroking her with every column inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her lips. Our tongues eagerly explored each early. Each thrust ended up with my pubic os against her clit and the pressing was getting to us both.

"I can't withdraw much more,"I said. But it was more of a inquiry and she understood.

"I'm not on birth ascendance but I'd really like to taste you when you come. volition you come in my mouth for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us back up into a delirium and then hollered it was prison term. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in social movement of me. She grabbed my Ball, looked up at me with that evil feel in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The humankind exploded around me and I emptied myself into her aegir mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me stuff any more. Her soft glossa circling my head kept me in spasm for longer than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to swallow up it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"Honey, the Andersons want to cognize if their paintings are going to be cook by Fri the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the steps that led to Chrissy's studio apartment. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the module and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty in force at commercial enterprise, and that freed her up to do what she did upright, which was throw me so felicitous 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.

"Well 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 Kid !"I said to the Gemini. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, tardily 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 Carl Anderson they will be gear up by THIS Friday so long as the twins don't arrive early."

Th evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Anderson ride off with their paintings when her pee broke…

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