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Reunion
by Beverley Anne Miles
It's all my wife's fault.
Rebecca had found a couple of her old school friends via the Internet, and
'the coven'--as I called the three of them--were meeting up for the evening
every couple of weeks. She was having a great time, and persuaded me to
try and contact some of my old friends.
I didn't recognize any of the names registered for my old schools, but I
registered myself anyway--and two days later I got an e-mail from Max
Taylor. He had been my best friend for most of my childhood; we'd met at
nursery school, and found we lived in the same street, then went together to
the same schools until we were 16, when I left to get a job. Max stayed on,
got some A levels, then went to university...I hadn't seen or heard from
him in over 12 years.
The last time I saw Max was on his eighteenth birthday, when I joined him
in the pub, but despite this, I always remembered him as the gawky 11 year
old on his first day at secondary school. Skinny, and swamped by his too
big jacket--bought to grow into of course--out of which rose his gawky
neck to his pale face, crowned by a pudding-basin haircut and NHS specs.
We were a complimentary pair; Max had the brains, and I had the brawn--
although I wasn't that stupid!--and I had the personality. He was chronically
shy, whilst I could make friends with anyone, so he always tagged along as
the quiet one in our gang... the one with the ideas.
Anyway, I found out that he's living and working back in our home town,
while I only worked there. I'd moved out a few years back when I got
married, and me and Rebecca now lived in a small village about 20 miles
out of town, I drive in to the office every day.
So we exchanged a few e-mails, then last week we talked on the phone. His
voice seemed indefinably different to how I remembered it, but we arranged
to meet up for a meal after work, and here I am waiting. He's late, and I'm
watching the door of the restaurant, wondering how much he's changed...
he said I might not recognize him.
So this means I see her enter the restaurant, hang up her coat, and look
around the room--for her date I assume. I guess she's in her late twenties,
and she looks good--sexy but not tarty--elegant.
She's still looking round the room when our eyes meet, and she smiles.
Result!
Now I'm thinking 'Max can take his own sweet time,' as I might be able to
talk to her, you know, just to keep my hand in. Before I got married I was a
bit of a lad, and could pick and chose any of the girls I wanted. But now I'm
clean... I got it out of my system and anyway, Rebecca would kill me!
However, over the years I got a lot of experience at visually sizing up the
girls, and I reckon she's one of the stealth type--meek and mild on the
outside, and down and dirty in the bedroom!
So I'm musing on this when I suddenly realise that she's walking towards
me, and actually she's a stunner. A sophisticated simple dress, low cut with
thin straps to expose her shoulders and leave her arms bare, black nylons
and black strappy high heels. Subtle makeup and discrete jewellery, but
what a body! She was about 5'11" in her high heels, with shoulder length
blonde hair. Slim--not model-thin, and nicely proportioned with big boobs,
smooth thighs and a tight, round bum.
Unbelievably, she stops at my table, and hangs her shoulder bag on the
chair opposite me. What is going on?
"Hi, Paul. I'm sorry I'm a bit late," she says in a sensuous, but very familiar
voice.
She knows me? I panic for a bit, thinking she must be one of my old
conquests, but then I see her eyes. You can't change eyes. It's Max!
I must look absolutely stunned, because then she asked if I was OK! I
nodded in silence as she sat down, then finally got both my brain and my
mouth synchronised.
"Fucking hell Max!" I exclaimed quietly "I know you said you'd changed,
but I didn't even recognise you until you said Hi!"
"Was it really that much of a shock?" she replied, and then we were talking.
It really was Max, although she was now normally known as Maxine. "My
friends still call me Max." I started to ask a few serious questions, but she
stopped me with a look.
"I'll tell you what," she proposed "We'll have dinner and reminisce about
the old times, and you can tell me all about yourself, but I don't like to talk
about my, er, history in public. So we can go to my place afterwards, then
you can ask me anything," she held my eyes with her look. "Absolutely
anything!"
So that's what we did. We ordered food and a bottle of wine, and caught up
with each other. Max still had the same sharp wit that I remembered, but
wrapped up in what looked like all new packaging. Now I knew what I was
looking at I could easily see the old Max, but to become Maxine he must
have had some work done on his face, as her nose was smaller, chin
rounder and cheekbones higher. The lips looked fuller--'very kissable! ' I
realised I was thinking.
And then I noticed something else, something that really surprised me. I
was noticing Maxine like I'd notice her if she was a real hot babe. I was
turned on! She was without doubt one of the sexiest girls I had ever met,
and I'd met quite a few.
And then there where exhibits A and B, drawing my attention all the time. I
was sure she wasn't wearing a bra, as I could see the outline of her nipples
through her dress. Her tits were so natural-looking that it was hard to
imagine they weren't real. They were soft and moved, and had a perky
shape, a perfect C cup, I guessed. I started imagining what those nipples
would feel like between my tongue and my teeth, like probably any other
guy. Shit, I even felt myself getting hard!
I don't remember the food, but the conversation was good and the view was
excellent. At one point I found myself examining her cleavage, and
imagining my thick hard cock jammed in between her breasts, fucking her
tits, before her full burgundy painted lips descended onto my seeping knob.
I now had this massive erection, that I hoped Maxine couldn't see--due to
the napkin and table being in the way--but she noticed something. At that
point I knew that although I had a lot of questions to ask when we got to her
place, the most important one would be "Do you give head?" Maybe I'd
have the courage to ask it!
By the time I got the bill--I couldn't let a woman pay!--I was relaxed
enough in the trouser department to be able to get up without being
embarrassed. I helped Maxine with her chair, and then her coat, and then
held the door for her--the proper gentleman. Outside, I offered her my
elbow and when she touched my arm it felt like electric sparks. My cock
lifted it's head in response again and I mentally willed it down. She must
have noticed though, because she licked her lips and grinned at me.
When we got to the Audi TT I opened the door for her. She made an extra
show of getting into the low car, her skirt riding up to reveal her stocking
tops and then crossing her long legs. I slammed her door shut and got in on
the other side. I couldn't take my eyes off her legs and my dick was now
raging in my underwear. She slowly uncrossed them and said to me, "Do
you like them?" with a pointed look to the tent of my pants and she gave me
a wicked smile.
We sped off down the street. It was quiet for a few seconds, then I broke
the silence. "Where to?" I asked her almost nervously. She gave quick
precise directions, and we were soon outside an old Victorian terrace.
I helped Maxine up out of the car and she led the way up to her first floor
bed-sit. It was one long room, kitchen and living area at one end, and bed,
wardrobes and dressing table at the other; a door in one corner led into a
tiny shower room. She took off her own coat, and mine, and hung them up
whilst explaining that she'd had far more important things to spend her
money on!
She switched on the kettle and the hi-fi, and led me over to the sofa; the
lights were already low. "So what did you want to ask?" she said
"Anything. I won't be offended."
I said "I was going to start with why?, but I think that's obvious. You look
better like this than you ever did before, so I'll settle for what? What have
you had done? And what's still the same?"
She listed her 'enhancements:' nose, chin and jaw-line, cheek bone implants,
Adam's apple, "and of course these:" she indicated her breasts. Plus she'd
had years of electrolysis to get rid of her beard, but now she was just down
to regular feminine beauty treatment--leg and body hair waxing.
I was incredibly aware of her proximity. In the restaurant the table was
between us, and in the car I had the distraction of driving, but now we were
alone--and only inches apart. I was as nervous as a school-boy. And I'd just
realised what she hadn't said. She had not mentioned any surgery between
her legs.
Oh fuck! I thought, she's still 'male' down there! Now I was really
confused--I wanted her, and I didn't want 'him'... Maxine was beautiful
and sexy, and I felt like an idiot. But I also felt hornier than I ever remember
feeling before. I wanted to touch this beautiful minx's tits. I wanted to thrust
my cock into her mouth. I wanted to see my cum dripping down her chin
and into her cleavage. Fuck, I was ready to start begging!
"So, are you seeing anyone, or in a relationship?" I asked, hoping she'd say
Yes--so I could have an excuse for not making a move; and hoping she'd
say No--so I wouldn't.
"Not at the moment," Maxine said, sitting forward and slipping her hand
onto my leg; my trousers became tighter. She explained that she had had a
few relationships, but nothing long-term, when I felt her hand on my cock.
I almost jumped out of my skin. She just smiled at me and told me to relax.
And then she reached down and unfastened my trousers!
What could I say? I already had a massive hard-on. Obviously I couldn't
say she didn't turn me on, so I didn't say anything to stop her.
Her hand was cool and soft against my hard cock. My hips moved up to
give her access to my full 8 inches, and I moved one of my hands to her
thigh but she took it away. "No," she said, removing it. "Not yet."
I didn't know what she had planned but I didn't want her to stop massaging
my cock so I put my hand on the back of the sofa. Next thing I know, she's
bent over licking my shaft. She looked up at me and asked, "Does this feel
good?" I groaned out, "Oh, yeah!"
So she leant forward again and started sucking my knob, her tongue licking
as she thrust my shaft down her throat. I reached out to her and eased off
her shoulder straps. Her perky breasts had pink nipples. I touched one and it
hardened. She groaned a little but she kept sucking. So I leaned toward her
and started pinching both her nipples, making them as hard as my cock in
no time.
Maxine kept sucking me, pulling my cock deep into her mouth and teasing
it, as I kept playing with her nipples. She began wiggling on the sofa. She
was getting turned on. Then I felt up her dress, sort of forgetting that 'she'
wasn't just a she. So I was pretty startled for an instant to touch a very hard
piece of meat in between this beautiful girl's thighs. And she kept sucking
me--she was like a fucking vacuum cleaner! and began gently squeezing
my balls.
"Take your dress off," I told her, wanting to see that gorgeous female body
with its hard penis, to see how I felt about it.
She stood up and slid off her dress in one easy move, then slowly eased
down her panties to stand in just suspender belt, stockings and high heels.
She was fucking hotter looking than I'd hoped and I felt my rod shudder.
Her stomach was flat and her tits rose proudly. Her pubes were blond and
her hips, even if slim, were cute and feminine--but there was this perfect
small hard cock pointing straight up.
I don't know why, but that turned me on even more. I stood up, placed my
hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth, forcing my tongue
deep inside. Then I remembered the image I had in the restaurant, and I
pushed her to her knees. My thick prick slid in between her tits, and I
squeezed them together to hold my shaft tight and fucked her cleavage. I let
go after a minute, and she sunk down onto her thighs.
When she started sucking me again, I began thrusting back into her mouth.
I knotted my fingers into her long blonde hair and pulled her head back and
forth as I fucked her face. And she began stroking herself, which fascinated
me. She caressed her cock with tiny, female movements as I slammed my
own cock deep into her warm mouth.
I was ready to shoot--"Nearly there!" I murmured as I felt my balls getting
ready to let go. Her hand started moving faster on her cock as I began
plunging my dick into her mouth faster and faster. Fuck, she could really
keep up--she was made to suck cock! As fast and deep as I pushed into her
throat, she was sucking and slurping even harder.
Then I felt the hot, thick, molten semen shooting from my cock into her
mouth. She kept sucking, and began to climax herself, her cock spewing
spunk over her perfect stomach. I felt my load shooting down her throat,
choking her only a little as I kept pumping, pumping, pleasure pouring
from me into her cum-hungry mouth.
I pulled out, and some of my cock cream spilled out of her mouth, over her
chin, and dribbled down between her tits, to mingle with her own sticky
emission on her suspender belt.
Maxine got up, and dived into the bathroom to clean herself up, so I wiped
myself clean with some tissues, and got dressed again. I was thinking
Christmas must have come early, as all my wishes had cum true, but then
Maxine reappeared. Now she was just wearing a short black baby-doll
nightdress--transparent and low cut--I could see her tits and penis through
it. It made me just as horny as before, and amazingly my cock leapt to
attention again, staining against my trousers.
She regarded it with undisguised pleasure, and reached for the 'phone.
Maxine dialed, then assuming her old male voice said "Hi, is that Rebecca,
this is Max?.?.?." pause "Yes, Paul's old school friend." Another short pause
"No he's fine. It's just that he's probably had a bit too much to drink, so it
would probably be safer if he spent the night on my sofa." A longer pause,
then, "No, it's no problem at all. Do you want a word with him?...OK. I
will, bye"
She returned the phone to its table, and smiled at him wickedly. "You wife
sends her love, says have a great time, and to keep a bucket by the sofa in
case you want to throw up!"
'Conniving little bitch' I thought, admiringly. Now I could stay the night,
and my dick began to tremble with anticipation as I took off my clothes.
"The thought of me doesn't make you want to throw up, does it?" she
asked. I shook my head and patted the sofa beside me, so she sat down and
put her hot hand around my throbbing length. "Now where were we? Oh,
yes! I remember."
Her head went back down and I could feel her throat muscles grasping my
knob as she deep throated me. She was the best head I ever had. She kept
sucking for like ten minutes. All I could hear were her moans and slurping
as she took my dick all the way down her throat. Her hands strayed
downwards to play with my balls, so I put my hands down her nightdress,
and pulled her tits out.
They were gorgeous--so firm and big. I was playing with her nipples when
I felt that familiar tingle that I get when I'm about to cum. "Mouthful time
again!" I barely managed to get those words out. She pulled off my cock
with a pop.
"No its not! I want you in me this time," she responded.
Maxine climbed up and straddled my legs then moved forward towards
me. She fed me one luscious nipple with one hand and adjusted my dick
with the other. It was then that I felt her cock against my stomach. I don't
how it was possible but I got harder.
One minute I felt her pulsing rod there against me, and the next I was
sliding up into her tight arsehole. She sat down on my pole and ground her
hips down. I felt her balls hit my thighs, so I thrust upward into her anus
and bit her nipple hard at the same time. She moaned and I grew another
half inch.
I was bucking against her, and her cock was rubbing between her stomach
and mine. She was about 5 inches long and hard as a rock. I reached down
between us and rubbed the head with my fingertip while I fucked her. She
was wild. Bouncing up and down on my dick and moaning in this deep,
throaty, sensual voice. I moved closer to her body, to sandwich her cock
between us and I drove up into her arsehole again and again.
I felt her cumming a split second before me. The heat of her cock spurting
against my stomach drove me over the edge. I pounded my way up into her
as deep as I could and shot my hot spunk deep inside, flooding her arse.
Then she was kissing me, her tongue invading my mouth, her lips on mine.
Amazingly, I felt my dick stir inside her again.
I couldn't believe it, I was still fucking hard! So I lifted her off of me, and
ordered her onto the bed. "Are you on heat bitch? 'Cos you are driving this
doggy wild!" She grinned back at me--more like a Cheshire cat about to get
the cream than a desperate dog; but she got onto all fours, ready to take it
doggie style. I aimed my missile at her cute rounded bum, targeted her tight
anus, and launched--deep into friendly territory.
I poured out my tribute to my long lost friend 5 times that night, and in the
morning I was awoken by the feeling of warm moist suction on my knob.
Rebecca likes to wake me like this, and I was momentarily confused by my
surroundings. Looking around I remembered, but then I saw the clock--and
the time. "Shit, I'm gonna be late for work!"
I pulled out of Maxine's sucking mouth with an audible 'pop!', and dived
into the shower. But she was having none of it, and moments later I was
joined in the tight confines of the cubicle. I gave in, and we washed each
other; I soaped her gorgeous tits whilst she cleaned my manhood, making it
nice and slippy. We kissed under the falling water, her breasts against my
chest and our cocks rubbing against one another.
It was too much for me, so I forced her face forward into the corner of the
compartment, and ploughed her arse with my slick soapy tool, while the
water beat down...
That night my wife asked if I'd had a good time. I replied "Oh yes! It was
great to see Max again after so long."
"Well" she said. "Why don't you make it a regular thing, you know, like me
and the girls? "
"Do you know, I think I will!"
I can't wait.
END
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