High College Reunion [MF] [Vanilla] [Mature] [Teacher]

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Once you are out of high college, about five years after they tend to ask you to come in again. To check up with your former class mates. To have some chit chat with some former teachers. To spend a nice evening together.

I ignored the first two of those invitations. I was out of town, I was not in the mood and high college itself didn’t seemed to have ended that long ago. But when the third invitation, fifteen years after my graduation, I was meanwhile thirty three years old, I was thinking why not. It could be an interesting evening.

So I called my mom. I told her that I was coming back home for my high college reunion. She was more than just glad to hear that I would show up, and she asked me to stay longer. A move I was clearly anticipating, so I said yes, I’d love to spend some time back at my small home town. And to be honest, I wasn’t lying at all. I was not getting younger, and all of a sudden I really began to miss that town in the middle of nowhere.

A few months later I arrived back at home. I checked in in my old room, it partly still was untouched, but dad built his gaming center into it – yes, my dad in his mid fifties is a die hard gamer. After arriving in the afternoon we had a family dinner together. Just mom, dad and me. My siblings and their families were invited for another day. We were sitting, chatting and enjoying each others business until past midnight.

The next day I was out in town, having about ten cup of coffee while meeting up with some old friends of mine. Then it was family dinner time. And then I headed out, into my favorite bar in town. A place I once was a regular too. And to my surprise it still looked and smelled the same. Well, minus the cigarette smoke cloud.

In the bar, on our old table, my two best friends from high college were already waiting for me. Like me too the both left town after graduation. The both life on different continents now. But they both took the reunion as a reason to take a vacation, to visit their old hometown for a couple of days.

We had a lot to talk about. We had a few drinks. We were talking about what was going on in our lives right now, but for the most time, we talked about our good old days. It was nothing but a nostalgia filled trip. And in the end, despite the other two were happily married and with children, we talked about the women from back then. It was nothing but a great evening.

The next day was family time. My siblings showed up. My nephews, my nieces kept me busy all day long. It was great meeting them again. But it was also exhausting. I went to bed around ten, and slept through the bigger part of the next morning.

The afternoon I spent doing nothing, preparing myself for the high college reunion in the evening. No, I wasn’t nervous. Just curious and looking forward to it. And nope, I wasn’t planing on dressing up fancy, I just jumped into my favorite clothes and my father drove me to the high college. On our way there we picked up the two friends I was out drinking with earlier in the week.

After arriving my friends and I made a few rounds through the place. Lots of familiar faces, but with some it just took some time to find out who they are, because people can change a lot in the time from age eighteen to age thirty three.

A lot of chit chat was going on. A lot of what are you doing now, I am doing this, I am doing that. But then she showed up. My old high college crush. She still had it. She still caught my eye. And she still was able to give me a raging boner. But unfortunately, there was a ring on her finger. She was taken. She staid in our hometown. She probably had a loving husband and around five children to take care off.

One of my friends realized what was going on. He realized how my eyes were undressing my former high college crush. He told me some things about her. Things that put a massive smile on my face: “She married a former teacher when she was twenty. It was a huge scandal in town. Now she has three children with him. They still are married. They still get along more than just well. But they decided to open up their marriage a few years ago. Again, it was big talk in town. So try your luck. Maybe you can stick him into your former high school crush.”

Why not, was all that came to my mind. I was single, I had nothing to loose and she still had it. So I did something that younger me never would have been able to do. I grabbed two drinks, waited for the right moment then I went over to her and began a conversation. Using a “do you remember back then” thing as a conversation starter.

And it worked. It broke the ice, a conversation was erupting and while talking I was barely able to keep my eyes of her. She was checking me out too. The conversation turned into a sexual one. Some tension was building up. And soon after the two of us were looking for an empty classroom to have some fun in it.

It didn’t took long a we found a suiting location. We went in, passionate kissing set in, our hands were all over each other. Something else took over. We wanted each other. So we forgot to close the door.

A few minutes later she was sitting on the teachers desk, with her skirt pulled up and her panties hanging from one of her ankles. My pants, my boxers were on the ground. Our hands were all over each others bodies. My dick was slowly sliding inside her dripping wet pussy. And a former teacher of us, was watching. Something we didn’t realized that was happening, because we were busy doing something else.

Her pussy wrapping herself around my rock hard dick felt nothing but awesome. She asked for hard and deep, but not to fast thrusts. She got what she wanted. I enjoyed giving her every single one of them. Every single thrust brought me, brought us closer to an orgasm.

More and more tension was building up. Our moaning was filling the classroom, and probably the floor in front of it. I felt an orgasm building up. Her hands began to grab the skin on my back. Yes, through my T-shirt.

I gave her another thrust. And another one. Then boom, my balls emptied themselves inside her pussy. She came shortly after me. Her legs were trembling a little bit. We collapsed onto each other. Then I gently pulled out, messing up the desk more than just a little bit.

Then we cleaned each other up, kept on talking for a while, left the classroom and joined the party again. We split methods as soon as we were back at the party again. I clearly was nothing but a one off, a quick fuck to cure horny. And I had no issue with it.

My two friends gave me a high five when the realized what I had done. They asked me questions about who it was, they got no answers. The fact that I was fucking my former high college crush on during our reunion was enough of a rumor, enough of news for the whole town. And yes, they all were talking about it the next day.

But the evening wasn’t over yet. I shared a few drinks with my friends, when all of a sudden my former math teacher showed up. She meanwhile was about sixty five years old. She still had it. She caught my eye. And we quickly had a conversation up and running. About how bad I was at math, and that doing something more innovative was probably the right decision for me and my life.

But that wasn’t all. We kept on talking for some time. My friends disappeared into nowhere, and she, my former teacher got touchier with every minute. She was hitting on me. Again, for the second time that evening, I was thinking why not, so I hit back on her. We were flirting. We were undressing each other with our eyes. And it was her, who made the final move: “Wanna fuck some real woman instead of those young girls that don’t know how to touch a dick?”

All I was able to do after she said those last words was nodding with my head. Her direct approach caught me by surprise. She realized what was going on, and a massive smile appeared on her face. Then she took me by my hand: “Just follow me.”

We headed through half of the building. We headed towards the principal’s office. To my surprise, there was her name on the door. Yes, she still was working, and by the looks of it, she was calling the shots now. But she also was shortly before her retirement. So she had nothing to loose anymore.

The moment we were in her office, the moment she closed the door behind us, she got out of her pants and panties, she placed herself onto her expensive looking office chair and spread her legs for me: “Be a good boy, take care of your former teacher’s pussy.”

A few moments later I was on my knees, totally naked, because why not, and my tongue was on her pussy, my tongue was inside her pussy. She tasted great. And eating her out gave me a real boner. One of those that are able to drive nails into walls.

But my tongue wasn’t enough for her. She demanded that I’ll bring some fingers into the game. She lubed them up by sucking on them, by spitting on them, then one after the other went inside her pussy. In the end, four of my fingers where sliding in and out of her pussy.

More and more tension built up. Her moaning got more and more intense. My fingers still were sliding in and out of her pussy, my tongue was teasing her clit, when her legs began to shake, began to tremble. She had an orgasm.

When she was herself again, she pulled me up. She gave me a few gentle kisses. Gentle kisses that turned into passionate ones. Her hand was sliding up and down my dick. She made me sit down on her desk, then she rolled her chair closer and my dick disappeared in her mouth.

She took me balls deep. She took me down her throat. It felt nothing but great. She knew what she was doing. She even gagged a little bit on my dick. Luckily it wasn’t my first fuck that night, so I was able to keep on going. I was able to fully enjoy what she was doing with me.

To make things even better she began to squeeze my balls. Now I came closer and closer to an orgasm much faster then I wanted. I tried to concentrate, I tried to focus. And I succeeded. I managed to keep my loads inside my balls.

And then she stopped. She opened up a drawer and pulled some lube out of it. Nope, it clearly wasn’t her first fuck in her office. She handed it to me, then she stood up and bent herself over her desk. I placed myself behind her, I poured some lube on her pussy, I drowned my own dick in it.

Then I gently slid my more than just hard, already pre cum dripping dick inside her. It felt nothing but awesome. Moaning escaped my throat from the beginning on. Moaning escaped her throat too. Our moaning was filling the room.

I gave her hard, deep, but not too fast thrusts. She asked me to fuck her that day. I gave her what she wanted. I went in balls deep. I went in hard. But I took my time. I kept up the slow paste. I enjoyed every single thrust I gave her.

But I had to hold myself back. I wanted to finish her off first. It was nothing but demanding. It felt too good. More and more tension built up. Until I lost it. Until an inner animal took over. I just fucked her. All that mattered was my dick sliding in and out of her pussy.

I fucked myself, I fucked her towards an orgasm. Sweat was running down our bodies. My balls were already aching. One more thrust. And another one. And boom, my balls unloaded themselves. She came with me. Her legs were trembling. Two fireworks went of in two heads.

I collapsed onto her. I kissed her neck. It took me some time to regain myself, it took her even longer. What an awesome fuck. By far better than the first one of the night. And when she was back too, she turned herself around, with a massive smile on her face and asked me one question. One question I will never ever forget until the day I die: “So who is the better fuck, my daughter or me? I ran past a classroom earlier today, and I say the two of you having fun together.”

Fuck, I totally forgot that my high college math teacher was the mother of my high college crush. And fuck yeah, I was fucking a daughter and her mother in the same evening. Not in one fuck, but well, hell yeah. And I gave her an honest answer: “You are, by far.”
When I told her that, a massive smile appeared on her face. She blushed a little bit. She gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek: “Thank you.”

Then we left her office. We left the principal’s office. The high college reunion was mostly over, a few people were still hanging out, having a few drinks together. My friends were still there too. The nodded towards me, they gave me a thumbs up when they saw me and our former teacher walking past them. Again, they knew exactly what I had done.

My former math teacher and I, we left the reunion. We called a cab, we drove to her place. I staid over night, we had some awesome morning sex the day after, but that was all that came out of it. Our methods split up after that one night, after that one moment. But word about what I had done spread in my hometown, the story turned me into an urban legend: The guy that fucked a mother and her daughter at a high college reunion.

NSFW: yes


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