REUNION REVENGE
written by:
Hot Rider

REUNION REVENGE

This starts slow, but I need it for you to understand my story. This really happened to me. I am sure that many of us were taunted and humiliated in high school. I hope you enjoy my story.

In 1978, I was a senior in high school, I wasn't an ugly duckling, but I wasn't the school beauty either. I was tall, 5 feet 8 inches, and skinny. I measured 35A-28-33. I had some good attributes, as everyone does. Mine were my big brown eyes and my long full reddish blonde hair. My legs are very long, but they were skinny with knobby knees. Twiggy was out of style by then. Girls with nicer curves were in. I was often referred to as "a stick", or "flat as a board". Teenagers can be so thoughtless, uncaring and mean.

To make matters worse, I had a huge crush on one of the football players, Randy. No, he wasn't the quarterback. He was a tight end. (Boy, was that appropriate.) He was the most popular guy in school. It seemed like every girl wanted him. But, of course, he was going with the head cheerleader, Pam. She had the bouncy big hair and boobs. All of the boys seemed to be mesmerized by her huge tits! They must have been double Ds. She made sure she emphasized them whenever she could. We had a school dress code then, so she couldn't wear provocative clothes at school. But, at other times, she showed what she had. At the beach, she always wore a bikini that let her tits hang out and bounce in front of everyone. Her blouses were very low cut so everyone could see her big cleavage. She never went braless, I am sure they would have sagged and that would never do for her. She thought she was perfect. Her friends, the other cheerleaders, thought they ruled the school. They always went down the halls in a group. They were the "in crowd" and she was the queen bee. They never missed an opportunity to make sure that I knew that I was less than them. That I did not have what it takes to be popular and sexy. My only bright spot in high school was my best friend Candace. She was cute and very intelligent. She was considered a nerd by most of the "in crowd". As a result, she did not get asked out on dates either. We spent most of our weekends together. We dreamed of our futures and fantasized about movie stars.

So, there I was, skinny, not very popular, and no confidence. Randy was in my Geometry class. I would spend half of the class staring at his rugged good looks. But, then a miracle happened. He came up and started talking to me. He only asked for help with his math. I was so awestruck that he would actually talk to me. I managed to stammer out something like, "Sure." After school, he came to my house and we did his homework. He was so nice. He was polite, looked me in the eye, and treated me like he really cared about how I felt. I was in heaven. I was kind of distracted though. I kept wondering what it would be like if he kissed me. We were getting together about twice a week. He caught on to the math and was doing much better.

After two weeks, Pam came up to me in the hall. (With her attached escort of friends.) She told me, in front of everyone, "I have seen the way you look at Randy. The fact is, I suggested you as a tutor for Randy. I know that Randy could never be attracted to a flat skinny board like you. You look so funny. Randy laughs at you. He said he thinks you are about as attractive as a stick. He told me that having sex with you would be a total turnoff!" A crowd had gathered. As I looked around, I could see laughter and cruelty in their eyes. They were eating it up. They all whooped and laughed as I rushed away in tears. Candace found me in the bathroom crying. She held me as I cried my eyes out. She was the only one who understood. The rest of the day, people would stare and point at me in the halls. Laughter followed me wherever I went. I was so humiliated.

I called Randy that night and canceled our tutoring session for the next day. We had a big test coming up in two days on Friday. "Okay. Can we get together on Thursday?" he asked, I told him no. "I really need your help," he pleaded. But, I could still hear the taunts and laugher ringing in my ears. I know he must have heard about my humiliation at school. I finally lost it. Bursting into tears, I asked him, "How could you say those things about me?" For a moment, there was silence on the phone. Then, Randy said, "I didn't say those things. You have been a friend to me and a big help." But, then, I heard one of his friends start laughing in the background. Crying again, I slammed the phone down. I never talked to Randy again.

I went off to college in another state. I heard that Randy and Pam got married right after graduation and had a baby just before Christmas. I met a really nice guy at the university. Chris and I dated all through college. We fell deeply in love. I had my first sexual experience with him. We married soon after getting our degrees. We both dove into our careers and were very successful. I became a teacher and he was a lawyer. Chris and I had a very full, fun filled and imaginative sex life. I became multi-orgasmic. I found out that I have a very strong sex drive. Even after being married almost 20 years, we still made love 4-5 times a week. We had four children in six years and were living the perfect life. He became a partner in his law firm. For the first time in my life, I was in the middle of a large group of friends and had a very active social life. Then, in 2001, one of his partners rang my doorbell on a Monday afternoon. Chris had been killed in a car accident. I was devastated.

I did not have any social life for three years. I had my share of invitations from friends, but I just did not seem to feel interested. Men asked me out, but I was not over Chris. I really did miss the sex though. Our group of friends had been very supportive. But, three years is a long time. Finally, my best friend, Beth came to see me one afternoon. "We all know you loved Chris very much. But, you must get on with your life." We talked all afternoon. Finally, I agreed to try to get out. A week or so later, I met a doctor, Ted, at a school fund raiser. We talked for over an hour. He asked me out and I accepted. We went out and had a really good time. A couple of months later, we became lovers. It was very passionate. I had my first orgasm since Chris had died. Ted and I didn't fall in love and get married. But, he reopened the door to my life. I started dating regularly and life was wonderful again.

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Fast forward to last year, the autumn of 2007.

I am one of those lucky women whose body improved because of having kids. I am no longer the "stick" I was in high school. I breast fed my kids. This developed my boobs until now, I am a big B cup or a small C. I measure 35C-29-35. My ass also rounded out nicely and is still tight. I keep my ass and legs nice and tight by running regularly 4-5 times a week. I get more horny looks now than I did when I was in high school. I have seen more than one woman get mad when her man stares at me with hunger in his eyes. I even get hit on by young men in their 20s. Now, if that is not good for a woman's ego, what is? Don't get me wrong. I am not stuck up. I am just really enjoying the attention I get now. Remember, I never got any positive attention in high school.

Last summer, I received a letter telling me that my graduating class was going to have another high school reunion. I had never gone to one. When I had received letters before, I was married, happy, and had no interest in seeing the people who had made my life miserable when I was a teen. I am now living with David. He is the most wonderful person who has ever entered my life. We talked about the invitation to the reunion. He told me that it was my decision. He would support me in whatever I wanted to do. I threw the letter away, just as I had all of the others.

Then, Candace called. Even thought we lived many miles apart, we still kept in touch with the usual Christmas cards, birth announcements, etc. We had not seen one another in about ten years. Candace had been married and divorced a couple of times. She was single now. It was so good to hear from her.

We talked happily for almost an hour. Then, Candace came up with the idea of getting together. Candace had already told me that her parents were having their 50th wedding anniversary in a few weeks. I hadn't been back to my home town to see my parents in several years. They had always come to my house for Christmas when the kids were little. They also came for all of the holidays after Chris died. So, Candace and I agreed to go back to our home town to see my parents and to attend her parent's anniversary celebration.

The week finally arrived. David had business commitments and couldn't go. I was disappointed, but understood. Candace and I had planned our flights so that we arrived at almost the same time late Tuesday afternoon. She needed to help with her parent's party. I would use the extra few days to spend some quality time with my parents.

It was so good to see her! She had gained a few pounds, and had streaks of gray in her hair, but she still had the big D-cup boobs. But, personality wise, she was still the same Candace I had known and loved all through school. As we walked over to get our luggage, we were so involved with our chatter, that we stood for fifteen minutes talking nonstop. We did not even see my Dad walk up. "Hey you two!" he asked. "How about a hug?" We both grabbed my Dad and smothered him with hugs and kisses. It was so good to be home with my best friend and family.

When Dad and I got home, Mom had a huge dinner fixed. She had cooked all of my favorites. We ate dinner, than sat around and talked until ten. Then, I went up to my room. It was just as I had left it when I went off to college. The same bed, comforter, books, lamp and pictures that I had used to make this room my safe haven in high school. It brought back so many memories. Then, I saw the old Princess phone on my nightstand. Candace and I had spend countless hours talking on that phone until late in the night. I picked the phone up and called her. She answered immediately. It was almost like we were in high school again. We giggled and talked for four hours. It was wonderful.

Wednesday I spent with my Mom and Dad. We did the usual things; talked about family and friends, looked at old photo albums, talked about my kids, and cooked dinner together. About eight, Candace called. We talked for a few minutes and then agreed to meet for lunch the next day.

I walked into Ruby Tuesday's and spotted Candace at a table. We ordered and then talked a mile a minute until the food arrived. As we were eating, Candace said, "Hey, did you know that there is a reunion for our class this weekend?" I told her I had gotten an invitation but did not even realize it was this weekend. Candace was all excited. "Let's go to it!", she exclaimed. "I have never been to one. But, I have heard they are lots of fun." I was rather reluctant as you can imagine. I looked down at the table and said, "I don't know, our classmates were pretty awful to me as you remember." Candace kept urging me, "Oh come on! They surely have grown up. We all change. If you don't like it, we can always leave." I finally gave in to her pleading. The first event was a cocktail party at a local country club on Friday night. "But that is tomorrow night! I didn't bring anything to wear." I objected. "Great!" Candace countered. "That will give us an excuse to go shopping."

So, after lunch, we went to the mall. Candace and I were having trouble deciding what to wear to the cocktail party. Candace said, "I think we need to dress to kill. The other women there will look their age, like I do. But, you look awesome. You have the body of a college girl!" I wasn't too sure about that. But, we continued to shop for cocktail dresses.

We tried on dress after dress. Eventually, Candace tried on a red one. It looked perfect on her. It wasn't too tight, but it still showed her nice cleavage. It reached down to mid-calf and had a full skirt. Candace then came to me with a little black dress. "I can't wear this!" I protested. "At least try it on. No one else has to see it." begged Candace. "Remember when we were in school and we tried on anything that we thought might be sexy? Well, girl, this would be so sexy on you!" I finally agreed to just try it on.

The dress was very low cut. It was so low that if I was wearing a bra, you would be able to see it. The neckline came to a point a couple of inches below my boobs. It also just barely covered my ass. As I came out of the dressing room to show it to Candace, I saw a man, twenty feet across the store, do a double take. His eyes were almost popping out of his head. He looked so funny. Playing to the moment, I turned my back to him and leaned down to look at a pair of shoes that were on the floor. I knew my ass was exposed to his hungry gaze. As I straightened up, I could see his reflection in the mirror at the entrance to the dressing room. A woman walked up to him and saw him starring at me. She slapped him and shoved him toward the front of the store. Candace and I both burst out laughing.

"Girl, that is the dress for you!" exclaimed Candace. "I don't know," I replied. "It does look perfect on me. But, what will the people at the reunion think?" Candace looked at me and replied, "Who cares what they think? As a matter of fact, just think how they will all will react when you come in. You will be the hottest woman there!" We laughed. "It would be nice to show up those bitches who used to make my life hell," I thought aloud. "Damn right," Candace replied. "Okay, I'll wear it!" I decided. "But, if we're going to do this, let's do it right. I need some shoes and new panties."

First, we went to Victoria's Secret. We found the perfect panties. I always wear thongs now and these looked great on me. They had three little straps in the back that came together with a little silver rhinestone bow. Then, we went to Baker's and found the perfect shoes. They are black with three little straps across my toes and a little silver bow where the straps came together. That would match my thongs. They also have four inch heals. This would make me six feet tall. But, it would also accentuate my long legs. I wear a 36 inch inseam on my jeans. I have always considered my legs to be one of my most attractive features.

We made an appointment at the salon to get our hair fixed on Friday afternoon. We would be ready.

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As Candace and I left the beauty salon we looked great. Candace had her dark hair swept up on top of her head in a type of French twist. I had decided to leave my long reddish gold tresses hanging down on my shoulders. It had been styled to have lots of body.

We went to Candace's parent's house to get ready. I knew my parent's would have been appalled to see me in the very revealing black dress. It was like high school again. We giggled and chattered as we helped one another get ready for our big night.

Finally, we stepped back and looked at ourselves in her full length mirror. I have to admit, we both looked hot. Candace's bra and her big D-cup tits were making a tent in the front of her dress. We laughed as she bent forward toward the mirror. With her cleavage, it looked like you could see all the way to her legs. I had decided not to wear a bra. My C-cups aren't as big, but as I leaned forward I had respectable cleavage. One advantage I did have, my nipples were rock hard and poking out the material of my dress. They were plain and easy to see. I turned around and bent forward with my hands on my knees. Looking over my shoulder, I could see my black panties peeking out. "If you weren't wearing those thongs", Candace gasped, "I could see up inside that red-haired pussy of yours!" Grinning I straightened up. Hugging Candace, I said, "I think we're ready!" Smiling back, Candace said, "Let's go show those bitches who the queen bees are now!"

When we got to the country club, the parking lot was already packed. Candace and I walked in the door to the banquet room and just stopped for a moment to look around. We were getting quite a bit of attention. It seemed like everyone was trying to decide who we were.

There was a small table set up just inside the door. Two women were sitting at it with name tags. One of them was Beverly. She had been kind of quiet in high school. She always wanted to be part of the in crowd but had never quite made it. She exclaimed, "Oh my God Candace. Is it really you?" Candace smiled and said hello. The other woman was looking at me with a frown. Obviously, she did not like what she saw. Her name was Libby. I remembered her as being one of Pam's fellow cheerleaders and one of the worst girls to torment me. Libby must have gained fifty pounds. As Beverly gave Candace her name tag, she turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, but I just can't place you. Did you go to school here?" Candace smiled and said, "This is Dana. Don't you remember her?" Their jaws dropped and both of them stared at me. Finally, Beverly stammered, "Dana you look wonderful. You are so.............different than you were in high school." Libby didn't say anything. She just looked shocked.

A couple of the men walked up to us. One we did not know. The other one was Bobby. We had been in a couple of classes together. Bobby hugged Candace and then introduced his friend, Tim. Bobby started to introduce himself to me, but then he saw my name tag and stopped. "WOW!!!! Dana you look hot! I can't believe it's you." he exclaimed. Then realizing what he had said, he blushed and stammered, "I mean, you look so sexy! I mean different! I mean........" Candace and I laughed. I leaned over and hugged Bobby. I told him, "Its okay. Thanks for the compliments."

We went to the bar and got a couple of drinks. Margaritas always get me going. Sometimes it is like the song, "tequila makes her clothes fall off." LOL Candace and I looked around the room. We saw Libby across the dance floor talking to a couple of other women. They were all looking at me.

A steady stream of men kept coming up to us and trying to start conversations. Most of them I remembered from school. In high school, they would not have given me the time of day. Then, I saw Pam and Randy enter the room. Even though she had gained thirty pounds or so, Pam looked like she still considered herself better than everyone else. She stood inside the door and looked around with that arrogant look that I remembered so well. Libby and the other two women rushed up to her and said something. Then, they all turned to look at me.

I was still standing at the bar. But, I was surrounded by at least six men all vying for my attention. The DJ started the music and I allowed one of the men to lead me out on the dance floor. As we danced, I watched Pam and Randy out of the corner of my eye. Randy was watching me very closely, but was trying to do it in such a way that Pam would not notice. As for her, she was not paying any attention to him. She was busy gossiping with the group of women surrounding her. I asked the guy I was dancing with, "Do you know Pam and Randy?" "Sure," he replied. "Everyone knows them. They took over her Daddy's business, High Country Real Estate." "Randy doesn't look too happy," I observed. He looked over at them and said, "He shouldn't be. She treats him like crap. She has him on a short leash. She knows she has him totally under her control. If he ever even looked at another woman, she would take him for everything they have." As the song ended and I led him back to the bar, I thought of revenge.

The DJ started playing a slow song. I grabbed a new partner and headed out onto the floor. As we danced, I let myself sway to the music. I put some pretty sexy moves into my dancing and soon a lot of eyes were on me. The next song was "Old Time Rock and Roll". I could really move to this one. As we danced I slowly backed away from my partner and really started to let myself go. As I gyrated to the music, I knew that my short skirt was flying up every time I jerked my ass. This gave people several quick glimpses of my thong.

Taking a break, I made my way back to the bar. I could see Randy watching me. I sat on a bar stool and made sure that my skirt rose almost to my pussy. I left one of my long legs dangling down to the floor. Looking over at Randy, I made sure we made eye contact. Nervously, he glanced over at Pam and then looked back at me. I lost sight of Randy as the men crowded in around me.

I moved back out onto the dance floor as the DJ began playing "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye. My movements became sinuous and fluid. I had abandoned footwork for a mildly suggestive swivel and sway that emphasized my tight ass and made my bra-less tits sway. I started dancing with my knees loosely bent and legs slightly spread to help balance on the heels. The skirt had begun to inch up drawing the hem higher on my well-toned and tanned thighs.

Then the DJ started "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin. I grabbed a partner and began to dance again. As the hypnotic music beat through my blood, I began to move like a woman possessed. I placed a foot between his so our legs would touch as we danced and each of my now frantic thrusts bumped against his thigh. My motions were in perfect rhythm to the music, thrusting my pussy against his thigh. I raised my hands above my head and pumped them into the air with each thrust. I reached out, slowly and lightly tracing his body from his upper arms to his hips and back again. As the song reached its climax, I inched even closer, my hips now moving in small circles, an insistent grind on his thigh now planted well between my legs. I could feel the juices running down my legs. As the song ended, I stepped back and looked at his gray slacks. There was a large wet spot on his thigh where my pussy had been rubbing against him. There was also a wet spot in the front where he had obviously just cum in his pants.

The song "Leave Your Hat On" started flowing from the speakers. To this one, I danced alone. Everyone stood back and watched. As I moved to the music, every eye was on me. Leaning back, I worked my shoulders, making my tits jiggle in time to the music. My nipples felt like bullets that were ready to pierce the fabric of my dress. I very slowly lowered myself almost into a squat as I moved my ass out behind me. I could feel my skirt rising up over my ass until it was almost at my waist. My ass and thong were totally exposed to the mesmerized crowd. My tits were practically hanging out of the low neckline of my dress. It was such a turn on knowing that everyone could see me. The men were going wild. The women were looking very angry. I saw more than one wife grab her husband and drag him toward the door.

The song ended and once again I was surrounded by an admiring throng of men. A few minutes later, I saw Randy as he walked out into the hall headed toward the restrooms. I excused myself from the crowd and followed him out. I waited around the corner from the men's room and watched the door. As Randy came out, I immediately came around the corner and bumped into him. I staggered a little more than was necessary. Randy quickly reached out and grabbed my arms to steady me. We stood there and looked into one another's eyes. I broke the silence. "You are still as handsome as ever Randy." He smiled a little smile and said, "Dana you look awesome. You are by far the sexiest woman I have ever seen." I smiled back and asked him, "Do you really mean that?" "Definitely!" he quickly responded. Pulling lose from his touch I backed away half a step. "But, what about my boobs? They aren't as big as Pam's." I flirted. He frowned and said, "Her's may be big, but they flop like two old sacks. Yours stand out proud and have been teasing me all night." I started running my hand lightly up and down his arm. "I would like to do more than tease you." I whispered into his ear. "Watch for me to walk out onto the patio."

I walked back to the bar. One of my most ardent admirers was a young man in his mid-twenties, named Brian. You could tell that he worked out. His body was hard as a rock. Brian had told me earlier that he had come to the cocktail party with his mom......Libby. Taking him by the hand, we walked out onto the dance floor.

"Love Hurts" was playing. He wrapped me up in his big arms and started moving slowly in time to the music. I put my arms around his neck and rubbed my nipples against his chest. I could feel Brian's hands rubbing up and down my back. I felt them move down to my ass and he pulled my hips tightly against him. I started grinding my pussy against his cock. Instantly, I felt it start to grow and harden. As the song continued its slow erotic beat, I pressed my pussy against his hard cock. I rubbed his cock in a slow up and down motion as I pressed my steaming hot pussy against it. He was tracing the crack of my ass with his fingers. Looking into his eyes, I started rubbing my tits against his strong chest in a motion from side to side. This made the neckline of my dress pull to the side and allowed my right nipple to pop out. It was already throbbing and pointed. The feel of his shirt rubbing against my bare nipple was almost more than I could stand. I could feel a fire building inside me as I neared orgasm.

I leaned back slightly allowing him to look down and see my bare nipple. He moaned and leaned over to kiss and nibble the side of my neck. He was so strong. He gently lifted me off the floor. As he raised my body his mouth closed over my nipple. Now it was my turn to moan as he gently raked my hard point with his teeth. I felt the juices gushing down my legs as an orgasm racked my body.

As he lowered me back down to the floor, my hands were still wrapped around his neck. Turning lose, I leaned back in his arms and swayed to the music. Tossing my long hair from side to side, I ground my hot wet pussy against his throbbing cock. My bare right breast was exposed to everyone. The men were looking at me with hunger. The women with anger. Libby especially looked like she wanted me to die. Pulling me back up to his chest, he kissed me hard with burning passion. We continued to dance, crushed together with a slow rocking motion.

When the song ended, we broke the embrace and I tucked my boob back inside my dress. Brian started to lead me toward the bar, but with a gentle pull on his hand, I directed him toward the French doors . As he led the way, I followed him out onto the patio. As we walked out the door, I made eye contact with Randy.

The patio was dimly lit by the light streaming from the windows and the doors. Brian spun to face me and hungrily pulled me into his arms. Our lips met in an urgent kiss that hinted of the passion burning within our bodies. I grabbed his tight ass and pulled his cock against me as our tongues explored one another.

Breaking free from his embrace, I led him to a chair and made him sit down. Over Brian's shoulder, I saw Randy come out onto the patio. He moved quietly into the shadows. Looking Brian in the eye as I backed away a couple of steps, I began moving to the sound of Aerosmith's "Crazy" as it flowed from the windows. I started to weave a spell with my body.

Swaying to the music, I leaned forward allowing Brian to see down my cleavage. He watched as my tits giggled and swayed to my movements. As they both watched, I pulled my dress down from my shoulders and allowed my boobs to swing free and out into the open. Turning my back to them, I rotated my ass as I leaned forward, giving them a look at my black thong as it disappeared between my legs. While they were feasting on the sight of my ass, I pulled my arms from the sleeves of my dress. I tilted my head back and allowed my long golden red hair to cascade down my naked back. Turning toward them again, I crossed my arms over my bare breasts as I made eye contact with Brian. Slowly, I raised my arms above my head and danced to the beat of "Crazy". My tits were bouncing freely as my nipples got so hard I thought they were going to explode.

Moving to Brian, I started dancing around him. He started to get up and reach for me, but I pushed him back into the chair. I danced around behind him, placed my hands on his shoulders and rubbed my hard nipples against the back of his neck. As I was doing this, I looked back over my shoulder at Randy. Since I was bent forward, my ass was thrust out toward him. Making eye contact with him, I made several thrusting motions at him. I was moving in time to the music as if I was being fucked from behind. Randy started toward me, but I waved him back.

I danced back around in front of Brain with my back to him. My dress hung low around my hips. My black thong and the top half of my ass were exposed. I started caressing my ass. I was so fucking turned on. I stole a glance at Randy. He didn't take his eyes off of me.

Brian was hard. His cock was raising a tent in the front of his pants. Shifting my weight from side to side as I danced, I slid the dress down my ass and legs and then stepped out of it.. Now I was dancing in only my thong, and heels. Bending forward, I looked between my legs and made eye contact with Brian as I ran my fingers between my legs and caressed my pussy through my panties. Watching his face, I slid my fingers beneath the thong and pulled it to the side. They watched as I parted the red hair and spread my lips for them. Pumping my pelvis up and down, I fucked my fingers in and out of my dripping red bush. My pussy squirted hot juices down my arm as my body spasmed in orgasmic pleasure as they watched.

As my juices dripped from my elbow, I turned to face Brian, I danced to him. Placing my right foot on the arm of his chair, I thrust my pussy toward him in a rotating motion. He started to put his hands on me, but I quickly danced out of his reach. Shaking my head "no", I danced back to him. I placed my foot back on the arm of the chair and rotated my pussy in front of him again. His body was trembling as he watched me. Hooking my thumb into the strap on the side of my thong, I pulled it down slightly as I moved my hips in time to the music. I gave him a glimpse of the lips inside my bushy red pleasure box. I started pumping my hips as if I was fucking an invisible cock right in front of him. I was tossing my head from side to side as my hair flew wildly around me. Sliding my fingers inside the front of my thong, I slid them into the wetness of my body. My fingers glistened as I pulled them out. Watching his eyes, I slowly sucked my juices from my fingers.

His breath was coming in heavy pants as he watched me dance back a step from his chair. I glanced over Brian's shoulder at Randy. He had his hard cock out in his hand and was pumping it frantically. Looking down at Brian, I knelt before him. Staring into his eyes, I reached forward and unbuckled his pants. Slowly I lowered his zipper. I reached inside and pulled out his hard cock. Slowly I stroked it, watching as the head turned a deep red. A drop of precum oozed out and beaded on it. I leaned forward and using just the tip of my tongue, I licked it off. Brian moaned as he felt my tongue touch his cock. I reached down and removed his boots. Then, while looking up at him, I grabbed his pants and tugged on them. He raised his hips and allowed me to lower his pants and remove them from his body. I looked at the long hard cock in front of me. It was pulsing as if it had a life of its own. I took it in my hand and stroked it a few of times, before bending forward and licking the head quickly, then rubbing my hand up its length. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, enjoying the taste, feel and heat from his pulsing organ of pleasure. Then, I slowly took half of it into my mouth, sucking gently. I withdrew it to lick around the head again. Lowering my head again, I bobbed up and down as I took his cock deeper into my mouth. I gradually worked it down my throat until I felt his hair tickling my nose. Raising back up to the tip, I slowly sank the full length into my throat again. I continued moving up and down, sucking greedily until I felt his cock start the telltale throbbing. He was about to cum. I stopped sucking and pinched the base of his cock to stop him. I was not ready for him to cum yet.

Rising up, I pulled his shirt off over his head. His magnificent young body was totally exposed to my gaze. Making eye contact with Randy, I took Brian's hands and placed them on my hips. I hooked his fingers into the sides of my thong. He pulled them down my long legs until I could step out of them. I looked at Randy as he was forced to watch Brian finish undressing me. Except for my heels, I was now completely nude. Brian ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. I was so hot, the juices were running down to my knees. Brian felt the wetness and followed it to its source. Now it was my turn to moan as Brian's fingers slid wetly up into my pussy. As his fingers moved in and out of me. I placed my hands on his shoulders and opened my legs wider to give him free access. Looking at Randy, my whole body quaked as I was shaken by another huge orgasm.

Leaning forward, Brian started licking the juices from my throbbing pussy. My legs were trembling so bad I could no longer stand. Pushing Brian backwards in the chair, I stepped up into the chair and knelt over him. Looking Randy in the eye, I held Brian's cock up and slowly lowered my pussy down onto it.

Brian's youth took over and he couldn't hold back anymore. He started pounding my pussy. His cock felt like a hot steel pole as he pumped himself deep into my dripping, grasping, molten pussy. He was holding my hips and pulling me down to meet his hard upward thrusts. We weren't making love, we were fucking. The feeling was intense. To be used like this. To be taken as just an open receptacle for the throbbing invader who was conquering my every fiber. I felt as if I was being split apart by this hard, hammering machine of lust. I could hear the wet sloshing sounds that only a well fucked pussy can make. My moans were becoming loud and constant. I watched Randy as Brian fucked me. Randy had already cum once, but he was hard again. The intensity of being watched as I was assaulted by this burning instrument of satisfaction overwhelmed me. My pussy felt as if it was boiling over as my orgasm pushed waves of my hot juices in a blistering fountain out of my pussy. I covered Brian's cock and balls with a lava like flood.

Brian was getting close again. I did not want him to cum yet. I raised up off his cock and stood. Taking him by the hand, I led him to the soft grass at the edge of the patio. Laying him down, I knelt over him and lowered myself onto his hard young cock. Now, I was in control. I sat straight up on him and fucked his cock. I tossed my hair in wild abandon as I rode his cock. I could hear the slapping noises as I slammed myself down on his hard tower. I was looking at Randy as Brian reached up and pulled on my hard nipples. Being fucked so hard as only a young man can, while being watched by the man I had yearned for in high school was more than I could take. As I felt Brian's hot cum blasting up into my waiting pussy, another huge orgasm thundered across my body.

Panting, I lay down on Brian's chest. Slowly, I slid off of his cock. I leaned down and kissed him deeply. Raising my head, I looked at Randy. He looked like a man possessed. The passion and lust in his eyes were blazing like hot coals.

Kissing Brian again, I told him, "Go back inside. I will go in a different door." Lying there naked and completely satisfied, I watched Brian get dressed and go back through the French doors.

Randy came rushing out of the shadows and grabbed my naked body. "Oh my God! You are so hot! I have never wanted anyone so much in my life!" he exclaimed. He and I both hurriedly removed his clothes. His cock was so hard it was bobbing with every beat of his heart. I looked around quickly. "I think I heard someone", I hissed. Randy looked around with fear in his eyes. "If Pam catches us, she will kill me." he whispered. "Go over there near the pool. I will be there in a moment," I whispered back. As I picked up our clothes he ran across the lawn.

I got dressed and then took Randy's clothes out to the car, I locked them up. I went out to the pool. Randy was sitting on a chair, nude, waiting for me. He rushed to me and tried to kiss me and fondle my body. I pushed him away and told him, "You didn't want me in high school? Well, you can't have me now!"

I left him and went back inside. I found Pam and told her, "I think Randy is outside looking for you." Her eyes filled with despair as I placed Randy's cum stained briefs in her hand and walked out the door.