My 10-Year Reunion, Part 3

My 10 year Re-Union
This is a true story that I've been sitting on for sometime and knew that I'd
eventually get it written down.  Please excuse the grammar, I jump from past
to present tense all over the place, but don't feel the need to correct it.
This story contains adult language and sexual themes, so be forwarned. Most
of all, enjoy.
Questions/Comments? grizfaninmsla@yahoo.com


Part 3

The room was dark with only the light of the television lighting the room. As
I closed the door behind me, I heard a click of a lighter. I walked into the
room and found Todda sitting on the bed dragging on a freshly lit cigarette,
propped up against some pillows. I glanced at the TV and smiled, she was
watching pay per view porn. She exhaled and stood to greet me. 

She handed the cigarette towards me and I took it in my hand. It felt funny
and I looked closer at it. It was a joint. I smiled and said "Nice touch,"
and brought it to my lips and drew hard and held it in. I offered it back to
her as I continued to hold the smoke inside my lungs, but instead she pulled
me close and opened her mouth. I understood, and slowly exhaled into her
mouth. She breathed it deep inside and then our mouths met in a slow yet
furious kiss.

I took another toke from the joint and passed it back to her. She took it in
her lips and drew deeply. She was gorgeous. Dressed in only a black silk bra
and matching panties. Her legs showed no flaws, her belly had slight stretch
marks from her previous child and her belly button was pierced with a
tasteful diamond stud.

I could feel the pot start to slowly creep up on me. "So are we done playing
games?" I asked. Todda exhaled and passed the last portion of the joint back
to me. I drew as she dropped to her knees and slowly undid my belt. "No," she
finally managed to say through a cloud of smoke. "We're just beginning."

I took a final hit of the joint and put it out in the ashtray. My pants
dropped to my ankles and I kicked my shoes off and began to loosen my tie and
unbutton my shirt. Moans and "fuck music" came from the TV and I glanced over
to see two women working each other with a dildo. Todda was on her knees
blowing her hot breath onto my cock through my underwear.

I pulled her up and looked her straight in the eyes. "I wanted to fuck you so
bad back then, and even more so now.." I pulled her close and we kissed
again, passionately and our hands began roaming all over each other. I pulled
her panties to the side and felt her slit was soaking wet. She moaned as I
ran my fingers over her shaved mound.

She pushed back and we both fell to the bed and she quickly climbed on top
and began grinding herself against my cock. She reached towards the bed stand
and grabbed a cigarette and let it dangle from her lips. I reached over and
grabbed her lighter and flicked it to life. She leaned it and drew from the
flame.  She let it dangle as she double pumped it. She removed the cigarette
and began to slowly lick at my neck and ears, exhaling over my body as she
went.

With each inch she licked, she bathed me in her smoke. I lit my own cigarette
as she removed my underwear, and motioned her into a 69 position with me. I
pulled her panties aside as I drew and exhaled over her sweet pussy and
finally tasted her, darting my tongue in and out of her sweet nectar. She
moaned and then took me full in her mouth. I could see a cloud of smoke
swirling around my crotch.

I fought with everything I had to keep from blowing until I was inside her. I
finally had to tell her to stop, that I didn't want to come yet. She obliged
and climbed off and we both extinguished our cigarettes. I pulled her close
for another kiss, and she hungrily lapped at her own taste in my mouth.

God she had changed!

"Are you gonna last all night?" she asked reaching for something from the
night stand.

"I don't know," I said drunkingly.

"This might help," she said and produced a small vial of coke.

"Jesus Todda, you continue to amaze me," I said and watched as she sniffed
away a small pile of the white powder she had tapped onto the back of her
hand. She offered a small pile to me and I quickly snorted it back as well.
We each did one more and then she lit another cigarette.

She let it dangle as she slipped off her panties and undid her bra, letting
them both fall to the floor.

I was reeling now, my mind was fucked from the booze, the pot, the coke, the
situation.

I moved to the middle of the bed and she handed me the cigarette. I drew
deeply as I watched her position herself over the top of me. She reached down
and held my cock up and slowly slid herself down onto me.

She slowly slid down an inch at a time, and then would come off again, then
go down a bit further, slowly teasing me with her rhythm. I tapped the
growing ash onto the floor and handed it to her which she let dangle in her
lips, drawing as I slowly pushed myself deeper into her. Suddenly I arched up
high and planted myself as far in as I could.

She gasped and smoke poured from her mouth as well fell into a deep kiss. I
pumped up hard and she pushed back harder and we rocked and moved our bodies
in unison, sharing the smoke and body fluids.

I finally let go and busted my cum all over inside her. She screamed at the
same time and I could feel a warm wetness flood my crotch and the bed beneath
us. I couldn't move but she continued to rock and grind against me, screaming
profanities and shuddering in pleasure.

When we were done, we lay there, almost comatose. Our fluids were beginning
to dry and make us stick together.

She finally sat up and lit a final cigarette. She double pumped it and handed
it to me, and I eagerly accepted it. I exhaled and pondered what had just
transpired.

She took the cigarette back and drew, then explained as she exhaled. "I
always wanted this for you," she simply stated. "I'm glad I got the chance to
give you this. I always felt so guilty about giving you blue balls for so
long."

We both chuckled and shared a very long awkward silence, only broken by the
sound of our exhales and the moaning on the television.

"Take a quick shower and go back to your wife," she said. "I won't be here
when you get out. I'm gonna go see if I can find some more of the old gang at
the bars."

We shared a final kiss, which was not nearly as exciting as I expected it to
be. It was the kiss of good bye.



Many years have passed since this happened. I find myself thinking of her
often, even searching for her on Google from time to time. I am still married
to my wife and will keep this secret with me forever. I look forward to our
twenty year reunion in 2007.

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