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Chrissie’s High School Reunion
When the announcement arrived in the mail notifying Kelly and I that our High School graduating class was organizing a ten year reunion we spent that entire evening discussing the pros and cons of attending. I was fairly certain that I wasn’t interesting in attending but Kelly insisting on listing all the reasons why she felt we should attend.
She was interested in going because she wanted to make passes at all the “stuck-up bitches” that pissed her off in high school. She said it would be fun to hit on these girls in front of their husbands or boyfriends. She figured that maybe she could find some girls who liked to swing both ways or perhaps even a closet lesbian or two.
She said “Chrissie, this could be a lot of fun. Just wait until they find out that “bad girl” Kelly is now a deputy county sheriff! ”
I must admit that did peek my interest a little, imagining some of the reactions she’d get when they discovered that little bit of news.
For the next month we went back and forth discussing the reunion until one night Kelly said, “You know what Chrissie? We have to go, just so these assholes can see what a fucking little hottie you turned out to be.” I laughed.
“Chrissie baby, you’ll put the stuck-up bitches to shame and show all the guys what they could’ve been hitting.” Kelly said with a laugh.
Well that really got me to thinking and I finally decided she was right. I was damned proud of my transformation to “Chrissie” and why not put her on display for a night. What the hell, why not give them something to talk about? I decided right there and then that I’d would be the hit of the reunion.
Once we decided to attend Kelly dug out the RSVP forms casually marked the “will attend” box on each reply card. Then before sealing them in the return envelope she took her pen and crossed out the name “Christopher” on my reply card and wrote in big red pen, “CHRISSIE”. In case any former classmates weren’t aware of my new persona this should definitely have them talking.
We decided against taking dates as Kelly felt we needed to be free of social
obligations if we intended to really to this thing right.
As the night of the reunion drew closer I began to agonize over what to wear.
“Damn it Kelly, you talked me into this now help me decide what to wear.” I shouted at her.
Kelly responded, “Chrissie, remember who you are. You’re just a slutty little prick teaser……… but with a certain understated touch of class.”
“Thanks Kel.” I replied “You really no how to make a girl feel special.”
We both laughed and I set about putting together the appropriate ensemble.
I ultimately decided on an off the shoulder black cocktail dress that extended to just below mid thigh. The dress was a silky material with lace appointments tastefully added to accent the sleeves, waist, and neckline.
I selected a pair of 6 inch open toed black leather heels, leather with pearl accents. I planned on wearing pearl jewelry so these heels seemed perfect.
Underneath I planned to wear black textured thigh high stockings and a black lacy Christian Dior garter belt. The low cut neckline and off the shoulder style of the cocktail dress necessitated a strapless bra. Fortunately I own a very sheer Dior bra with a slight under wire and front hook closure.
Finally I elected to wear a pair of black bikini panties, very sheer both front and back. The sheer gauzy panty was black but with a barely distinct floral pattern hidden in the fabric,
I tried the complete ensemble on a day or two prior to the reunion and I must say I looked fucking fabulous! This was just the look Kelly had envisioned when she predicted I drive both the guys and women crazy.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I couldn’t agree more.
Kelly elected to wear a tight low cut white pants suit with nothing on underneath. She purchased it a size too small and believe me it fit her like it had been painted on!
The reunion was being held in the girls gym at the High School. The only reason they had selected the old school was because it was due to be torn down the next year and it could our last chance to see it. Even though it was at the school the reunion committee still managed to arrange valet parking, a fully catered dinner service and an open bar. I’m sure some one had to pull strings to allow them to serve liquor in the building.
When Kelly and I entered the gymnasium it was as if all eyes seemed to turn to gaze our way. I had dutifully stopped at the sign in table to retrieve our name tags before entering the floral bedecked gym but Kelly snatched them from my hand and tossed them into the trash receptacle.
“Chrissie honey, believe me everyone knows who “WE” are. Kelly whispered, “The tranny and the dyke !”
We laughed quietly to ourselves and strolled into the party.
It was interesting to discover which of our former classmates were the first to engage us in conversation. Several approached us immediately and then there were those who did all they could to avoid us. As we sipped our drinks and mingled amongst the crowd Kelly and I drifted further and further apart. In talking with my former classmates I elicited everything from begrudging compliments on my appearance to what could only be construed as outright “pick-up” lines.
The majority of the women who chose to converse with me seemed somewhat uneasy. Although some did appear genuinely inquisitive but were striving not to be too forward.
After dinner there was dancing, more drinking and a lot more mingling. People seemed to be enjoying themselves engaging in reacquainting and rehashing bygone days.
By this time Kelly was quite inebriated and seemed to be exploring the possibilities of a hook-up with any willing female. Myself, I too was busy. I knew there had to be a guy here who was wondering what it would be like to fuck Chrissie. I had to find the one who wasn’t just wondering what it would be like but who seriously was imagining himself screwing the shit out of me.
I scanned the gym and made mental notes as I sized up the available guys. I began scratching them off one by one on the basis of appearance, the type of woman they were with, what I remembered about them, and how receptive they had been toward me this evening. I finally narrowed it down to a manageable handful. This group of likely candidates included Chip Towers, the one time football star and perennial “bad boy”. I watched him walking toward the bar and decided he was the one I wanted.
I tossed my drink away and headed toward the bar in search of a fresh one.
Yeah Right! Who am I k**ding I was headed for a meeting with Chip.
I stood behind Chip at the bar as close to him I dared without making contact. My petite 5”4” frame went unnoticed behind him, but when he turned to leave the bar, he couldn’t help but bump into me and……viola! Instant conversation starter.
It worked like a charm. He spun around and I allowed his still taut athletic body to brush up against mine.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” he said “Are you alright?”
“I think so.” I answered. “I thought you meant to tackle me for moment there.”
He laughed and said “Let me get you drink.”
“Thanks, rum and coke.” I said.
He handed me the glass and said “ I got to tell you Chris, you really look beautiful.”
“Thank you and it’s Chrissie now.” I said.
“Oh right….I’m sorry…..stupid me eh?” he said.
“”It’s quite alright” I said “you’re not the first.”
We continued to chat for a while when the moment I’d been hoping for arrived. He said “I hope you won’t take this wrong Chris…er…..I mean Chrissie, but if you had looked like this in High School you’d of been homecoming queen.”
I laughed at the lame football reference but delighted in the opening his words had provided.
“I suppose you would have dated me instead of Sharon Glass then too. Am I right?” I asked.
He seemed a bit taken aback but said “Oh I’m sure we would have dated back then.”
“You know Chip” I said “It never too late.”
I smiled up at him and said “I know this is kind of awkward but if you’d like to you could meet me in the boys gym in 5 minutes.”
“Sounds interesting” he said.
“Hey honey, if you don’t show up it’s no big deal. OK.” I said.
I turned and walked toward the door that opened on to a hallway connecting the girls and boys gyms. I knew he be staring at my legs and ass as I walked away and I made sure to let my hips sway a little as I walked away.
I opened the door to the boys gym and noticed it was lit by only a dozen or so evenly spaced emergency type lights. I noticed that one of the retractable bleachers was partially pulled away from the wall and I sat down and sipped my rum and coke. I wasn’t wearing a watch and it was too dimly lit to see the clock but I figured that it was fast approaching five minutes. I sat there for a short while longer than just as I stood up to leave I heard the gym door open.
It was Chip. He walked over toward and took the glass from my hand, setting it down on the bleacher seat. Then with the slightest effort he scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward a pile of wrestling mats.
He set me down next to the pile of mats and proceeded to remove his suit coat and toss it aside. The coat was followed by his necktie and dress shirt. He kicked off his shoes and removed his slacks. I stood there watching him and marveling how the ten years since graduation hadn’t hurt his body at all.
Then taking me into his arms he bent down to kiss me. His kisses traveled from my lips across my jaw and cheek and down my neck. I tingled under the touch of his kisses. His hands reached behind me and began roaming over my peach shaped bottom. I felt him begin to gather the skirt of the dress and slowly hike it up over my hips allowing his hands to stroke, caress and squeeze the twin mounds of my near perfectly shaped ass. One hand made it’s way around to the front and up under the skirt of my cocktail dress. He let his fingers brush lightly across the front of my panty. His hand slipped lower to cup the gusset of my panties as he gently stroked my little” clitty”. I moaned lowly as my “clitty” began to press against the front of the sheer gauzy panty.
While his one hand exploded my “clitty” his other had climbed up my back and began to tug the zipper of my black cocktail dress downward. I tugged at the dress off my shoulders and allowed it to gather around my waist. He immediately buried his face between my breasts, barely confined by the sheer under wire bra.
His lips planted kiss after kiss upon my exposed cleavage and I moaned louder with each passing second. He discovered the clasp nestled between my tits on the front of the bra and deftly unhooked it. The bra fell away and my tits now fully exposed were once again subjected to the most elaborate of a tonguing. He applied a myriad of kisses to my breasts and occasionally let his teeth nibble at the nipples. Each little bite was followed by a series of licks and kisses. I was in heaven.
Just when I thought I’d collapse in ecstasy from the magic of his tit sucking he paused. He knelt down in front of me and tugged my cocktail dress down over my hips, past my thighs, to my calves and to the floor. I stepped out of the puddle of black fabric at my feet. He began what turned into a through session of his tongue and lips lavishing their attention on my legs. He kissed my legs from the smooth white flesh between my panty and my stocking tops then moved on to kiss the entire length of my stocking covered legs. From the top of the stockings to the open toes of my heels he planted kiss after kiss.
“Oh Chip, I’m so glad you weren’t just interested in a quickie.” I whispered.
He mumbled something inaudible as he continued to devote his attention to my legs.
Finally he unhooked my garter straps, one at a time, and planted several more kisses on my upper thighs. When all the straps were unhooked his slipped his thumbs into the waistband of my panty and slowly tugged down my legs and off. He then re-hooked the garter belt straps to my stockings. I stood before him in just my stockings, garter belt and heels. He smiled at me and said “Chrissie, turn around. I want to see your lovely little ass.”
I turned so that my back was to him and I soon felt his hands as they began to explore every inch of my bottom. He squeezed, caressed and slapped my ass cheeks for several minutes before beginning to lick my slightly reddened ass cheeks.
His tongue rimmed the entrance to my “pussy” traveling round and round. He curled his tongue and let it slide into the tight little opening to my sex. His tongue was followed by first a single finger and then a second. I began to moan as his finger slipped in and out of my now moistened “pussy”.
“Oh Chrissie baby, you’ve got one fantastic little ass.” he whispered.
“I’m so glad you approve Chip.” I said with a smile.
Finally he took my hand and guided me down to the pile of wrestling mats.
I lay on my back and spread my legs wide. He slipped his boxer shorts off and knelt between my legs.
“Chrissie,” he said “I love the way the lace of your garter belt frames your “clitty” pointing the way to your tight little asshole.”
He knelt there with his long stiff cock in his hand and began to stroke it lightly against the opening to my “pussy”.
“Put it in me Chip.” I moaned “Come inside me…..Oh Chip Fuck me!”
“I want to enjoy every minute of this Chrissie.” he said with a little sadistic laugh. While he continued to slide his shaft up and down between my ass cheeks, teasing my “pussy” with each pass. He began to make little surges toward the opening of my “cunt”, as if he were testing the tightness of my hole. I lifted my knees. “Please come inside me.” I said almost begging.
But he continued to tease and torture me.
Finally I lifted my legs higher until my calves curved over his hard broad shoulders. This position opened me so thoroughly that the head of his cock popped inside my “pussy” with his next thrust. Now that I had him inside me I crossed my ankles behind his neck pulled with my legs, my “pussy” swallowed up three quarters of his cock with a single stroke.
“Oh Fuck !” he breathed while he rearranged himself unto his elbows. He grabbed hold of my hands and locked our fingers together. I contracted my leg muscles one last time forcing the rest of his stiff shaft inside me. His long thick cock filled me up. It felt wonderful snugly encased inside my tight little pussy/ass. He began a single-minded pace, digging his knees into the mat he pounded me straight and hard, He had my arms spread wide and his chest was pressed firmly against my breasts as each firm stroke ravaged my “pussy”. The weight of his body upon my much smaller frame wasn’t unbearable and in less than a minute I was sighing with each savage thrust.
“Oh God Chrissie……you’re so fucking good……..so hot……so fucking tight.” he whispered.
“Then Fuck me Chip. Fuck me long and hard and don’t stop. Don’t slow down Fuck me!” I moaned.
He continued to drive his cock deeper and deeper into my ass and I loved every stroke. “Fuck me Chip…..Fuck me……..FUCK ME!!”
“Oh Chrissie Baby!” he said as his body began to convulse “OH Fuck Yes!”
He drove in one last time and I felt his warm sweet cum as it began to fill my cunt. He lay on top of me until every drop of his cum was deep in
my “pussy”. Once his cock began to soften he rolled off of me. He leaned in to kiss me. I smiled and said “Do you think anyone is looking for us?”
We both laughed and quickly dressed.
This was a most fortunate encounter and Chip is still one of my clients today. Though we have fuck sessions 2-3 times a month now nothing has ever topped that night on the wrestling mat.
When the announcement arrived in the mail notifying Kelly and I that our High School graduating class was organizing a ten year reunion we spent that entire evening discussing the pros and cons of attending. I was fairly certain that I wasn’t interesting in attending but Kelly insisting on listing all the reasons why she felt we should attend.
She was interested in going because she wanted to make passes at all the “stuck-up bitches” that pissed her off in high school. She said it would be fun to hit on these girls in front of their husbands or boyfriends. She figured that maybe she could find some girls who liked to swing both ways or perhaps even a closet lesbian or two.
She said “Chrissie, this could be a lot of fun. Just wait until they find out that “bad girl” Kelly is now a deputy county sheriff! ”
I must admit that did peek my interest a little, imagining some of the reactions she’d get when they discovered that little bit of news.
For the next month we went back and forth discussing the reunion until one night Kelly said, “You know what Chrissie? We have to go, just so these assholes can see what a fucking little hottie you turned out to be.” I laughed.
“Chrissie baby, you’ll put the stuck-up bitches to shame and show all the guys what they could’ve been hitting.” Kelly said with a laugh.
Well that really got me to thinking and I finally decided she was right. I was damned proud of my transformation to “Chrissie” and why not put her on display for a night. What the hell, why not give them something to talk about? I decided right there and then that I’d would be the hit of the reunion.
Once we decided to attend Kelly dug out the RSVP forms casually marked the “will attend” box on each reply card. Then before sealing them in the return envelope she took her pen and crossed out the name “Christopher” on my reply card and wrote in big red pen, “CHRISSIE”. In case any former classmates weren’t aware of my new persona this should definitely have them talking.
We decided against taking dates as Kelly felt we needed to be free of social
obligations if we intended to really to this thing right.
As the night of the reunion drew closer I began to agonize over what to wear.
“Damn it Kelly, you talked me into this now help me decide what to wear.” I shouted at her.
Kelly responded, “Chrissie, remember who you are. You’re just a slutty little prick teaser……… but with a certain understated touch of class.”
“Thanks Kel.” I replied “You really no how to make a girl feel special.”
We both laughed and I set about putting together the appropriate ensemble.
I ultimately decided on an off the shoulder black cocktail dress that extended to just below mid thigh. The dress was a silky material with lace appointments tastefully added to accent the sleeves, waist, and neckline.
I selected a pair of 6 inch open toed black leather heels, leather with pearl accents. I planned on wearing pearl jewelry so these heels seemed perfect.
Underneath I planned to wear black textured thigh high stockings and a black lacy Christian Dior garter belt. The low cut neckline and off the shoulder style of the cocktail dress necessitated a strapless bra. Fortunately I own a very sheer Dior bra with a slight under wire and front hook closure.
Finally I elected to wear a pair of black bikini panties, very sheer both front and back. The sheer gauzy panty was black but with a barely distinct floral pattern hidden in the fabric,
I tried the complete ensemble on a day or two prior to the reunion and I must say I looked fucking fabulous! This was just the look Kelly had envisioned when she predicted I drive both the guys and women crazy.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I couldn’t agree more.
Kelly elected to wear a tight low cut white pants suit with nothing on underneath. She purchased it a size too small and believe me it fit her like it had been painted on!
The reunion was being held in the girls gym at the High School. The only reason they had selected the old school was because it was due to be torn down the next year and it could our last chance to see it. Even though it was at the school the reunion committee still managed to arrange valet parking, a fully catered dinner service and an open bar. I’m sure some one had to pull strings to allow them to serve liquor in the building.
When Kelly and I entered the gymnasium it was as if all eyes seemed to turn to gaze our way. I had dutifully stopped at the sign in table to retrieve our name tags before entering the floral bedecked gym but Kelly snatched them from my hand and tossed them into the trash receptacle.
“Chrissie honey, believe me everyone knows who “WE” are. Kelly whispered, “The tranny and the dyke !”
We laughed quietly to ourselves and strolled into the party.
It was interesting to discover which of our former classmates were the first to engage us in conversation. Several approached us immediately and then there were those who did all they could to avoid us. As we sipped our drinks and mingled amongst the crowd Kelly and I drifted further and further apart. In talking with my former classmates I elicited everything from begrudging compliments on my appearance to what could only be construed as outright “pick-up” lines.
The majority of the women who chose to converse with me seemed somewhat uneasy. Although some did appear genuinely inquisitive but were striving not to be too forward.
After dinner there was dancing, more drinking and a lot more mingling. People seemed to be enjoying themselves engaging in reacquainting and rehashing bygone days.
By this time Kelly was quite inebriated and seemed to be exploring the possibilities of a hook-up with any willing female. Myself, I too was busy. I knew there had to be a guy here who was wondering what it would be like to fuck Chrissie. I had to find the one who wasn’t just wondering what it would be like but who seriously was imagining himself screwing the shit out of me.
I scanned the gym and made mental notes as I sized up the available guys. I began scratching them off one by one on the basis of appearance, the type of woman they were with, what I remembered about them, and how receptive they had been toward me this evening. I finally narrowed it down to a manageable handful. This group of likely candidates included Chip Towers, the one time football star and perennial “bad boy”. I watched him walking toward the bar and decided he was the one I wanted.
I tossed my drink away and headed toward the bar in search of a fresh one.
Yeah Right! Who am I k**ding I was headed for a meeting with Chip.
I stood behind Chip at the bar as close to him I dared without making contact. My petite 5”4” frame went unnoticed behind him, but when he turned to leave the bar, he couldn’t help but bump into me and……viola! Instant conversation starter.
It worked like a charm. He spun around and I allowed his still taut athletic body to brush up against mine.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” he said “Are you alright?”
“I think so.” I answered. “I thought you meant to tackle me for moment there.”
He laughed and said “Let me get you drink.”
“Thanks, rum and coke.” I said.
He handed me the glass and said “ I got to tell you Chris, you really look beautiful.”
“Thank you and it’s Chrissie now.” I said.
“Oh right….I’m sorry…..stupid me eh?” he said.
“”It’s quite alright” I said “you’re not the first.”
We continued to chat for a while when the moment I’d been hoping for arrived. He said “I hope you won’t take this wrong Chris…er…..I mean Chrissie, but if you had looked like this in High School you’d of been homecoming queen.”
I laughed at the lame football reference but delighted in the opening his words had provided.
“I suppose you would have dated me instead of Sharon Glass then too. Am I right?” I asked.
He seemed a bit taken aback but said “Oh I’m sure we would have dated back then.”
“You know Chip” I said “It never too late.”
I smiled up at him and said “I know this is kind of awkward but if you’d like to you could meet me in the boys gym in 5 minutes.”
“Sounds interesting” he said.
“Hey honey, if you don’t show up it’s no big deal. OK.” I said.
I turned and walked toward the door that opened on to a hallway connecting the girls and boys gyms. I knew he be staring at my legs and ass as I walked away and I made sure to let my hips sway a little as I walked away.
I opened the door to the boys gym and noticed it was lit by only a dozen or so evenly spaced emergency type lights. I noticed that one of the retractable bleachers was partially pulled away from the wall and I sat down and sipped my rum and coke. I wasn’t wearing a watch and it was too dimly lit to see the clock but I figured that it was fast approaching five minutes. I sat there for a short while longer than just as I stood up to leave I heard the gym door open.
It was Chip. He walked over toward and took the glass from my hand, setting it down on the bleacher seat. Then with the slightest effort he scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward a pile of wrestling mats.
He set me down next to the pile of mats and proceeded to remove his suit coat and toss it aside. The coat was followed by his necktie and dress shirt. He kicked off his shoes and removed his slacks. I stood there watching him and marveling how the ten years since graduation hadn’t hurt his body at all.
Then taking me into his arms he bent down to kiss me. His kisses traveled from my lips across my jaw and cheek and down my neck. I tingled under the touch of his kisses. His hands reached behind me and began roaming over my peach shaped bottom. I felt him begin to gather the skirt of the dress and slowly hike it up over my hips allowing his hands to stroke, caress and squeeze the twin mounds of my near perfectly shaped ass. One hand made it’s way around to the front and up under the skirt of my cocktail dress. He let his fingers brush lightly across the front of my panty. His hand slipped lower to cup the gusset of my panties as he gently stroked my little” clitty”. I moaned lowly as my “clitty” began to press against the front of the sheer gauzy panty.
While his one hand exploded my “clitty” his other had climbed up my back and began to tug the zipper of my black cocktail dress downward. I tugged at the dress off my shoulders and allowed it to gather around my waist. He immediately buried his face between my breasts, barely confined by the sheer under wire bra.
His lips planted kiss after kiss upon my exposed cleavage and I moaned louder with each passing second. He discovered the clasp nestled between my tits on the front of the bra and deftly unhooked it. The bra fell away and my tits now fully exposed were once again subjected to the most elaborate of a tonguing. He applied a myriad of kisses to my breasts and occasionally let his teeth nibble at the nipples. Each little bite was followed by a series of licks and kisses. I was in heaven.
Just when I thought I’d collapse in ecstasy from the magic of his tit sucking he paused. He knelt down in front of me and tugged my cocktail dress down over my hips, past my thighs, to my calves and to the floor. I stepped out of the puddle of black fabric at my feet. He began what turned into a through session of his tongue and lips lavishing their attention on my legs. He kissed my legs from the smooth white flesh between my panty and my stocking tops then moved on to kiss the entire length of my stocking covered legs. From the top of the stockings to the open toes of my heels he planted kiss after kiss.
“Oh Chip, I’m so glad you weren’t just interested in a quickie.” I whispered.
He mumbled something inaudible as he continued to devote his attention to my legs.
Finally he unhooked my garter straps, one at a time, and planted several more kisses on my upper thighs. When all the straps were unhooked his slipped his thumbs into the waistband of my panty and slowly tugged down my legs and off. He then re-hooked the garter belt straps to my stockings. I stood before him in just my stockings, garter belt and heels. He smiled at me and said “Chrissie, turn around. I want to see your lovely little ass.”
I turned so that my back was to him and I soon felt his hands as they began to explore every inch of my bottom. He squeezed, caressed and slapped my ass cheeks for several minutes before beginning to lick my slightly reddened ass cheeks.
His tongue rimmed the entrance to my “pussy” traveling round and round. He curled his tongue and let it slide into the tight little opening to my sex. His tongue was followed by first a single finger and then a second. I began to moan as his finger slipped in and out of my now moistened “pussy”.
“Oh Chrissie baby, you’ve got one fantastic little ass.” he whispered.
“I’m so glad you approve Chip.” I said with a smile.
Finally he took my hand and guided me down to the pile of wrestling mats.
I lay on my back and spread my legs wide. He slipped his boxer shorts off and knelt between my legs.
“Chrissie,” he said “I love the way the lace of your garter belt frames your “clitty” pointing the way to your tight little asshole.”
He knelt there with his long stiff cock in his hand and began to stroke it lightly against the opening to my “pussy”.
“Put it in me Chip.” I moaned “Come inside me…..Oh Chip Fuck me!”
“I want to enjoy every minute of this Chrissie.” he said with a little sadistic laugh. While he continued to slide his shaft up and down between my ass cheeks, teasing my “pussy” with each pass. He began to make little surges toward the opening of my “cunt”, as if he were testing the tightness of my hole. I lifted my knees. “Please come inside me.” I said almost begging.
But he continued to tease and torture me.
Finally I lifted my legs higher until my calves curved over his hard broad shoulders. This position opened me so thoroughly that the head of his cock popped inside my “pussy” with his next thrust. Now that I had him inside me I crossed my ankles behind his neck pulled with my legs, my “pussy” swallowed up three quarters of his cock with a single stroke.
“Oh Fuck !” he breathed while he rearranged himself unto his elbows. He grabbed hold of my hands and locked our fingers together. I contracted my leg muscles one last time forcing the rest of his stiff shaft inside me. His long thick cock filled me up. It felt wonderful snugly encased inside my tight little pussy/ass. He began a single-minded pace, digging his knees into the mat he pounded me straight and hard, He had my arms spread wide and his chest was pressed firmly against my breasts as each firm stroke ravaged my “pussy”. The weight of his body upon my much smaller frame wasn’t unbearable and in less than a minute I was sighing with each savage thrust.
“Oh God Chrissie……you’re so fucking good……..so hot……so fucking tight.” he whispered.
“Then Fuck me Chip. Fuck me long and hard and don’t stop. Don’t slow down Fuck me!” I moaned.
He continued to drive his cock deeper and deeper into my ass and I loved every stroke. “Fuck me Chip…..Fuck me……..FUCK ME!!”
“Oh Chrissie Baby!” he said as his body began to convulse “OH Fuck Yes!”
He drove in one last time and I felt his warm sweet cum as it began to fill my cunt. He lay on top of me until every drop of his cum was deep in
my “pussy”. Once his cock began to soften he rolled off of me. He leaned in to kiss me. I smiled and said “Do you think anyone is looking for us?”
We both laughed and quickly dressed.
This was a most fortunate encounter and Chip is still one of my clients today. Though we have fuck sessions 2-3 times a month now nothing has ever topped that night on the wrestling mat.
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