I got the invite in the postal service. Has it been 10 years already ? Did I really want to start going to richly schooltime reunions ? I showed it to my husband ; he saw the date and reminded me,

'' I 'll be out of Town for the conference that workweek. ``

'' Oh, well that settles that. ``

'' No, you can go. Why do n't you go ? It 'll devote you something to do while I 'm away. ``

'' Hmm, maybe. '' Maybe it would be right to go alone. Would I even want my hubby to cope with everyone from high school ?

Maybe a fiddling background.

I 'm Princess Grace of Monaco Carlson, I 've been married to Brent for four years. I may not deliver told him about all I did in high school. But I was unlike then. When I went to college I changed. I had two or three boyfriends and I was mostly a one guy form of fille. Then sometime after graduation, I met Brent. We hit it off and it 's been great since then. Brent is form and fun and is always busy. Though energetic in bed he 's satisfy with 2-3 times a week. Nothing freaky or complicated. And that is thoroughgoing for me. You see, I sewed enough oats in high school to start a cereal fellowship. I started early and needed it often. No entanglements or commitments, I wanted to be free to enjoy myself. And enjoy I did. I do n't do it if you could say I was easy. I was especial, well except for one incident I 'll get to, but if I had you in my visual sense, I 'd have you in my bed. Why bother with all the cumbersome dating nonsense.

It was all fun and sex, until the Nox I almost died. It started as a goofy bet. Our football team was normally run of the pulverisation, but in my senior yr, they got on a scroll and found themselves gear up to play area powerhouse Spartanville for the county title. One nighttime while resting with a pussy broad of field general A. E. W. Mason Bentley 's cum I suggested that if they beat Spartanville, I 'd do the whole squad. Before I knew it, he said `` peck ''. I laughed. They were going to lose by 30. They won by 6. The week after the game stonemason called me on my bet.

'' Meet us down by the 7-11. No need to dress up. '' When I got there it was n't the whole team. Some were loyal boyfriends, some were saving themselves, some had more religion than others and some just did n't require sloppy 2nds, or tenths, or whatever. To make it an event and have some bit of seclusion, we were using Fred porter's beer 's red President Ford pickup. There was a mattress in the bed, a ice chest of beverage, and some towels. I

hopped up in the backrest and as superstar QB, Mason joined me first. As Fred pulled out of the lot to swing around the outside of Ithiel Town, Mason helped me out of my wearing apparel then laid me back and enjoyed himself. When he 'd given me my first base load of the night he tapped on the window and Fred headed for the 7-11. Mason was dressed, I did n't annoy, when he hopped down and called, `` Next. ``

This went on for the better part of an hour. Some guy came fast and just lay with me a piffling before tapping on the window. They did n't want to get back too fast. Others went on and on like I wanted to be impressed with their toughness. When 285 tackle Allie Overson climbed up, the motortruck groaned. As Allie 's expectant naked organic structure hovered over me he block out the star topology. When he was safely inside and I could still rest we were off. Allie was huffing and puffing as we were moving down the county route on the north English of town when a sot jumped a top sign and caught the front bumper of Fred 's truck. We started spinning, Allie 's grabbed onto the English and only his foresighted, strong arms and weightiness kept up from flying out of the hand truck. We spun, 3 or 4 multiplication, then tips precariously into a ditch. The truck stopped, Allie came, I could n't breathe. He rolled off, we were both gasping for breath. Allie said,

'' Sorry. ``

'' Oh god. You saved us. '' We looked around. Our clothes were gone. The cooler was gone. Fred climbed out of the truck.

'' You guys are ok ? '' I answered,

'' Y-yeah, I think. ``

'' Sorry, but you need to get out of here. The constabulary will be on the way and I could get in worry if they know what we 're doing and I need to go see about the former guy. ``

'' But our wearing apparel ? ``

'' GO ! '' Allie and I stumbled off into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. What a visual sense, the huge 6-3 Allie and lilliputian 5-5 me, both naked as the day we were born. We went far enough to get out of deal then stopped to get our bearings. He sat on a large rock. I sat on his lap. His cock actually started to twitch.

'' Sorry, the excitement and all. And you 're sitting here naked. ``

'' It 's ok Allie. If it had been anyone else I 'd let been thrown out of the truck and probably killed. Here let me. So I gave Allie a cock sucking in the Ellen Price Wood, then he carried me to the 7-11. When we walked out of the trees behind the entrepot the remaining guys ran up asking a million questions. All I wanted was one of their tee shirts. James Mason handed his shirt over and we told the story.

So yeah, I may not have told Brent all these stories. I wondered how I 'd be received. By the guys, I did and did n't fuck. By the adult female whose boyfriends I may feature fucked. I was a respectable conjoin woman now, but I had a reputation.

A brace of workweek before the event I decided, fuck it, I 'll go. I got out a minuscule cocktail apparel I 'd picked up but had n't worn. I checked myself in the mirror. In high-pitched school, I 'd been reduce with smallish bosom and not much of an ass. The ten years since had filled me out a little more. Solid B loving cup and a little more in the behind. I modeled it for Brent and asked if it would be too much, or too niggling, for that topic. He did n't see a job, then asked me to murder it and gave me a very nice hard fucking. Hmm.

So I flew back to my hometown and checked into the hotel where the upshot was taking piazza. That the town actually had a nice hotel was a major improvement. I took a nap, to rest up for what was probably going to be a long night of talking, dancing, and mingling. I 'm not much of a drinker so just a couple of cocktails and I 'd experience just right. I showered, got myself gear up, and slipped on the dress. When I got to the ballroom there were already a good bit of people there. I picked up a epithet tag and clipped it on. Surveying the way I recognized almost everyone correct away. It being the 10th, the guys still had their hair and the daughter still had their bodies. I found a table to brook at with friendly faces and said hello. Everyone seemed pleasant. We 'd all grown out of our high school persona, though the leaders then still tended to be the same. There was Mason Bentley holding Margaret Court reliving the big win over Spartanville. And there was Allie Overson. He 'd turn a loss a fair amount of money of weight. I walked over to him and hugged him.

'' Allie, can I ever see you and not thank you for saving my life ? ``

'' Kelly', now whispering, `` And that was still the most exciting, you know, of my biography. '' I appreciated his circumspection. I wonder how he told that story to early people. Mason called me over and asked how I was doing. He noted the ring on my finger,

'' You did n't work your married man ? Are we too low class ? '' He was laughing.

'' No, he had a conference. So all you get is me. ``

'' Never a bad thing ! ``

We talked, there was nostalgic music if you can call up ten-year-old tunes nostalgic. Some drank Thomas More than others. As the outcome was breaking up James Neville Mason announced an after-party in his suite. It seemed a bazaar act of the old ballplayer were going up. I tagged along, having nothing better to do.

Here 's one of those points where things can go one of two ways. I 'd said before that people moved on from their gamy school personas. But sometimes, they fall decently into them. I had a third gear beverage, but it was n't the booze. It was all those comrade faces. All those guys, many of whom I 'd fucked all those years ago. Now we were crowded together in the survive expanse of the suite. Bodies close together. Then and hand on my backrest. I turned to see Steve Carter. His mitt moved down a bit. I did n't end him.

'' Kelly, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was just talking about Fred 's truck and we remembered you and Allie coming out of the woods like some sort of swamp monster holding the sexy babe. Then I remembered, I never did get my turn. '' Now his hand was more on my ass than my hip. I looked up at him. He was standing very close. I could find the need oozing off of him. His hand pulled me against him.

'' After all this prison term, you still require your turn ? '' His hand cupped my ass. I could feel his arduous cock pressing against me.

'' Why would n't I ? You 're even sexier than in heights schooltime. '' The feel of him against me. The storage of that one night, and so many others. There were doors on either side. `` The one over there is empty. '' We were moving casually across the elbow room. But I 'm sure people noticed. Those hombre who remembered me from ten years ago, who did n't sleep together anything about how I changed my habits in college and since. Men who saw

me as fun Weary Willie and maybe thought I still looked commodity. The doorway opened, then mostly closed. Steve pressed against me both hands now pushing my dress up, holding my ass, feeling for the lash scanty, pushing them down. Any mentation I had of stopping him had vanished in the import. I was fumbling with his bang, then his pants as he laid me back on the bed. My dress was up over my foreland and discarded. He left my bra in spot as his motive drove him. He lifted my legs and then he was in. I could tell I wanted it as much as he did as he easily slid inside. He was fucking me as if he 'd been waiting 10 years for his turn. Driving himself into me as if we were in the book binding of Fred 's pickup traveling down those bumpy back roads. Thrusting with the need of a teen, then filling my snatch with his cum as if we were Kyd out under the wiz. `` Damn, I always wondered what it would be like. '' I smiled at him. Then slipping into an old persona,

''' Send in somebody else. '' He did. The door was n't completely closed, so they knew. first gear, it would be those who had missed out. Then some who had remembered how beneficial it had been. Mason was leaning over me, his cock bollock deep, he was n't all that big for being the star QB, his ass moving quickly jabbing and shaking, grunting and groaning, then a gasp and he 'd done me again.

I got up and cleaned myself, then walked to the threshold of the bedroom. I was naked now, some had wanted to see my tits. I did n't care that they all could see me now. I pointed to Allie. Beckoned him to the elbow room. He came to me, then followed my instructions to lay on the bed. As I 'd recalled, Allie had a more formidable cock.

'' I need to bear you properly, without holding on for beloved life. ``

'' You do n't have to.. ''

'' Oh, I do. '' I straddled him and fed his cock up into me. I sighed as he filled me easily than the others. I braced myself on his bureau and rode him, moving to ensure his pleasance and mine. He played with my tits and sucked at my mammilla, he held my ass and let me do my thing. I moved fast, to raise his excitement, then slow and deep to secure mine. When I felt his consistency responding I let him labor his cock into me until he came in a gush. `` Mmm, very decent Allie. '' I 'd always take in a limited place for Allie.

When he 'd finished there were a yoke more. Then Steve and James Neville Mason asked if they could consume me, together. I said as long as it was just mouthpiece and snatch. So I got on hands and knees, sucking Steve oceanic abyss into my mouthpiece as Mason got up behind and began slapping his hips against mine, his peter moving fast in and out. Mason came first, then Steve jumped in his spot, letting me feel his cock going profoundly, then with a few short fasting thrusts, he added my final shipment of the night. As I fell forward on the bed. I heard them leaving, Steve said to James Neville Mason,

'' I sure hope she comes back for the 20th. '' I lay there thinking about what I 'd done. It was one Night of wanton sex. One night of reliving my past and reminding me how I 'd earned my senior high school school reputation. As cum ran from my sore pussy I wondered if I 'd descend back for the 20th.

But first I needed to go menage to Brent .