`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many pupil I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thou. inferno, I had several hundred scholarly person this year alone. She was seriously cunning though, so I was a little shocked that I could n't even remember having her in class let alone what her public figure was. Usually I tucked the name calling, faces - and bodies- into the backbone of my retention for um, later recall.

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

She put her tiny hands on her lilliputian waist and glared at me with the biggest blue air center 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 Sir Joseph John Thomson ! ``

holy place shit, it could n't be. `` postponement, you 're that weedy small mousy-brown-haired lady friend that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of cavalry during my lectures ? ``

She used to pull back pictures of horses having SEX during my lectures, but I left that part out. One of her drawings had stuck to her prep. Walking to my next class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the sexual tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil stroking. I 'd used that particular firearm of paper for month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my senior year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading Squad. 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 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 days ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio in Greenwich hamlet. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the just 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 crushed leather on one of the football game players - singular, I can't even remember his public figure 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 study you were right ; he got what's-her-name meaning the night of promenade. 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 help you through a rough fleck my love ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio apartment carries erotic and sultry art and sculpture. I enjoy finding regular people and finding their inner sexual God and Goddess and turning that easy. Would you wish to see some samples of my work ?"

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

She pulled out her cell headphone and handed it to me. I scrolled through various. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the moment. Some were of people 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 physical process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a duad lying in bed just holding each other but you could sense the sexual tension between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to flip-flop through images but was completely unprepared for the utmost one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a escape of stair, peg apart, head thrown back. One hired hand was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her legs, fingerbreadth a blur. It made me instantly hard.

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

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an pose picture. Thanks for sharing your work with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to hold,"she said."I 'm doing a serial publication on inspirational people in my life. If you 'd be loose to it, I 'd bonk to do a portrayal of you. You were so influential in my living during those yr. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

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

'' I actually have some theme and have done a few preliminary sketch. Can I testify them to you in your place ? 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 practically happening right now. `` I could probably pinch away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In minute we were in my office with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to go around them out and I stood agonizingly snug behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the front of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each pass she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on fire with need.

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

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

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big wild blue yonder eye and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But ease up me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her munition around my neck while giving me the balmy kiss I 'd ever invite. She smelled alike Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she smell skilful !

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

'' Why, Mr. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and caress my raging penury. Her finger flew to my zipper and in mo 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 Word trailed off as her lips parted over the drumhead of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling kittenish all day at schoolhouse. If I had n't taken a onus off in the rain shower while getting make for the reunion I 'd have disappointed lamb Crissy by blowing my shipment right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to control myself as her back talk sank lower and blue down my shaft. Her center got wide when I hit the back of her throat, but she did n't gag or rend off. I ran my fingerbreadth into her thick blond fuzz and held her brain, not letting her vertebral column off until she started to squirm from deficiency of oxygen.

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

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

"I do n't have intercourse but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to recollect 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 natural language sliding back and Forth River against my aching balls. I let her take aim me to within endorsement of the sharpness, but each time 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 document and projects off the backrest incline of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her midget body and laid her down feather across my blotter. I yanked down her skirt and panties to let on her cleanly shaven 20-something mound. There wasn't a blemish or stretch print 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 kissing and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous hillock. Ok, to be honest some women aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life history where I just had to grin and lick it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest affair I'd ever seen. And it was on firing. For me.

My knife against her knoll made her gasp and archway her back against me. digit wound into my hair's-breadth and held my side hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her folds, setting every in on fire. Retreating to her thigh and corporation, I tortured her by not going back down where her clamant hips wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her thigh, up onto her venter until my fingers just grazed the beau of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her human knee. With my thumbs on the within my wandering hands ran northward again until both quarter round were resting against her knocked out brim. Gently tugging them in circles her gasps and shudders told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her penury built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire hill in my paw, rubbing her button hard against her pubic os. She came, long and hard. Her tensity built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid someone would pick up. I clamped my hand down over her mouth, letting her softened scream die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her drenched initiative. Her eyes got all-inclusive as I worked my shaft up and down her lip, then slowly sank a yoke inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to force over and over just to get inside. Each pang opened her up and allowed another column inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her compressed slight body until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"ass ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some region, but my stomach muscleman are pretty potent. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the grammatical construction on her nerve. I got the distinct belief that cipher had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 moment had I not already knocked one off in the shower. But she didn't have to bang that ! I was going to depict her the advantages of older men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my script so surd I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another wafture washed over her and I thought she was going to egest out. I was close myself from the exertion 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 cervix, nerve and finally her lips. Our spit eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic bone against her clitoris and the pressure was getting to us both.

"I can't convey much Sir Thomas More,"I said. But it was More of a question and she understood.

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

Like I was going to say no…

I took my prison term working us back up into a craze and then hollered it was time. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in strawman of me. She grabbed my globe, looked up at me with that malefic looking in her optic and without breaking eye striking sank her lips down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her bore rima oris. She held me still, refusing to let me thrust any more. Her diffused tongue circling my fountainhead kept me in spasm for prospicient than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to take back it all. I grabbed her head word for reinforcement while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"honey, the Andersons want to eff if their house painting are going to be ready by Fri the 18th ?"I was standing at the rear of the stair 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 good at business, and that freed her up to do what she did dependable, which was make 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 manners ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a monstrous candy kiss on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the Gemini. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The buss I planted on Chrissy was long, sluggish 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 Fri so long as the twins don't arrive early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Carl Anderson drive off with their painting when her pee broke…

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