Scott Ruden drummed his fingers on the leather covered steering wheel, keeping time with the
beat coming from car radio. His thoughts, however, were not on the music, but his twentieth high
school reunion being held that weekend in his home town. He had been pretty lucky over the years
and had done quite well with his computer soft ware company, so at least he wasn't going to have
to make up a lot of stories about how his life has been going! It had been at least fifteen years since
he had been to Maplewood, the last time being to bury his mother, so he really had had given no
thought of coming back until he received his invitation in the mail. It was a five hundred mile
drive, and it felt good to escape the big city tension for the pastoral calm of the green country side.
About an hour later, Scott could make out the water tower that had maple leaves painted all over
it. "Still looks just as hokey as ever," he thought, as he turned down main street, marveling at how
little change had taken place in all those years. Patterson's Men's Clothing was still on the corner,
and Jenkins' Drug Store still had the same old pink neon sign that had been there since he was a
boy growing up. The memories flooded back with each old store, house, or park that came into
view. He took a right on Elm Street, and two blocks later he slowed down and drove by the old
homestead. Shutters had been added to the front windows, and the once white paint job was now
an earth tone tan, but to Scott it still was home. He glanced at his watch and realized that the
reception was already started, so he gunned the motor and headed off to the high school.
The squat red brick structure that was Maplewood Central High School used to sit on the east
edge of town at the end of Bluff Street, now however, a new subdivision had been built up around
the school, making it seem more a part of the neighborhood. There was a big sign hanging over
the front door welcoming everyone to the reunion. Once inside the building, another sign directed
the guests to gymnasium, where they found a crepe paper jungle of decorations hanging from the
walls and ceiling. A table with name tags was manned by two smiling women that Scott didn't
recognize, but who greeted him like a long lost friend. He picked up his name tag, went over to the
punch bowl and poured himself a drink, and then began circulating around the room trying to
find someone he might remember from the old days. It was a voice that came shooting out of the
past that made him turn around. "Scott Ruden, I haven't seen you in twenty years, how have you
been," asked the masculine feminine voice? "Hello, Miss Foley," answered Scott, "yes, I guess it
has been twenty years, the last time I was home was fifteen years ago to attend mom's funeral."
"Well," she replied, "you certainly look like things have been treating you fine." "Can't
complain," Scott went on, "I'm married, with two kids, and have a nice business in Chicago." "Is
you wife here, I'd like to meet her," asked Miss Foley? Scott went on to explain that his wife was a
nurse and had duty that weekend, and couldn't get away, so taking Scott by the arm, she gently
lead him through the mass of people and through the doorway into the quiet dark halls of Central
High and exclaimed, That's better, you can barely hear yourself think in there!" Both of them
sipped their punch as they walked through the deserted halls, commenting about old times as they
passed by the different rooms. Scott hadn't admitted it, even to himself, but the real reason he had
come back for his reunion was not to see old high school chums, but in the hope that he would run
into Miss Foley. Back in his high school days, Miss Foley was what was known as quite a looker,
and more than one student had fantasized about seeing what was hidden under those loose tight
fitting dresses! Not to go into the whole story now, but Scott had somehow not only gotten to see
what was under those dresses, he had gotten to sample the many delights found there! It was a
story he had kept to himself all these years, never even letting on to his buddies twenty years ago
when he was getting so lucky. So here he was, walking through the halls with the woman who at
one time had taken him to sexual heights he had only dreamed of and at that very moment
wondering if she was thinking the same thing he was?!?
"Scotty," she began, "I haven't ever mentioned our little, ah, affair to any one, and since you're
married, I wouldn't dream of imposing on you......" "I was thinking about the same thing," he
interjected, "I mean, about what happened between us, I mean!" She visibly relaxed, and
continued to speak, "Well, back then you were so skinny and helpless looking, I don't know what
came over me, but I just had the most incredible urge to mother you, and one thing led to
another!" Scott nodded, and replied, "And you were, and are, so incredibly beautiful, that feeling
and seeing your huge chest was about more than a young man could take!!!" "That's so nice of
you to say," she said, turning a a little red in her cheeks from embarrassment while continuing,
"You were so cute sucking on my nipples, but what really surprised me was when I removed your
shorts and found such a large penis on such a thin little boy!" Now it was Scott's turn to get red,
remembering how Miss Foley had reacted when his stiff penis jumped out full and erect in front of
her. Now they were walking down a side hall that contained among other things the teacher's
lounge. Miss Foley pulled out a key, unlocked the door, and pulled Scott inside, while turning on
the light and locking the door behind them. "I took the liberty of taking a chance that you would
be attending the reunion and prepared myself for you," she offered, and then in one motion took
her dress by the hem and lifted it up above her waist. All the air whistled out of Scott, as he was
now looking at Miss Foley's pantiless vagina that was still the hairiest cunt he had every seen,
thick and curly, in the shape of a perfect vee! She sat down on the couch with her legs spread, and
said, "I think if I remember correctly, that this is what you enjoyed eating!?!" In a heartbeat Scott
was on his knees, drinking in the aroma of fresh hot pussy, his nostrils flaring like a wild animal at
the arousing scent! "Do me Scottie, do me like you used to do me," she implored, spreading
herself wider in an even more enticing manner! Scott didn't need another invitation and he buried
his mouth on the dripping slit weeping before him, and just like it was yesterday, the hairy bush,
the sopping wet slit, and the huge clit all combined to make it the most arousing pussy he had ever
eaten! Scott ate like there was no tomorrow, burrowing his nose deep into the thick lipped crack
while occasionally looking up to see Miss Foley's face, and what he saw was the look of pure
contentment and lust all rolled together! She had opened the front of her dress, unhooked the
clasp on her huge lace bra, and then twisted her dark red nipples until they stood out like twin
thimbles on her heaving chest! Scott could tell she was close to the edge, and as speeded up the
tempo of his lapping, a low guttural growl came from deep inside her throat, indicating that her
orgasm was filling her belly. The growl quickly turned into a roar when her climax tore through
her vagina like an express freight train, leaving her body a quivering mass of jello! If things were
to go like they used to, Miss Foley would now be dying to give his cock some personalized oral
attention, and he wasn't disappointed, because in a matter of seconds she had switched places with
him and pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His already hard cock bobbed up and
down in front of her hungry mouth, a mouth that had waited twenty years to satisfy its oral
fixation. "Oh, Scottie," she cooed softly, "I've been waiting for this moment for so long, and now
your beautiful erection is mine to suck all over again!" Her mouth, eager and alive, engulfed his
manhood and sucked it like it was to be the last time she ever would have a cock in her mouth. It
was more than an ordinary blowjob, it was more like an act of personal love making to his penis,
and Miss Foley, probably about fifty five years old now, still sucked cock better than any woman
he had ever had, including his wife Cindy, who could learn a few tricks from this seasoned
cocksucker! Now it was Scott's turn to moan, as his nuts tightened up in anticipation of the
ejaculation that was forthcoming. When Miss Foley sensed his approaching orgasm, she became a
varitable human vacuum cleaner, making sure that every drop of his spurting cum was not
wasted, but swallowing it down like it was nectar from the gods!!!
Even after he had shot his load, she continued to lick and nibble at his semi hard pecker,
seemingly like she wanted to stay near it as long as she could. "Scottie," she asked, "can you fuck
me once before we have to go, I really feel the need to be filled up by your beautiful erection!?!"
How could he refuse her??? "Okay," he replied, "turn around and sit on it!" She scrambled to
her feet and carefully lined up her twat over his now rigid member, taking time to run the big
head up and down along her wet slit. When the head would pass over her clitoris, she would gasp
and jerk her whole body in an involuntary spasm until finally easing the head into her hole, letting
out a low satisfying moan as his thickness filled her to the brim! Rocking to and fro, Scott could
see the wide expanse of her big fat ass, spread apart to accommodate his wide shaft. All at once
she started bouncing up and down, almost letting him slip out, only to stop just in the nick of time,
and then settling back down hard, driving his prick deep inside her on each plunge until both of
them exploded together, their loins locked in a mutual orgasmic vice, straining with each other to
achieve the ultimate sexual high! When it was over, neither one of them moved, except for Scott's
shrinking dick, which finally slipped out of her now well fucked quim.
Later that evening back in his motel room Scott made a long distance call to his wife, Cindy. After
a bit of talk about the kids and how her day went, she asked, "Well did you see anybody you
remembered?" "Yeah, I did," he replied, "just and old teacher, but she barely recognized me!!!"
THE END