I climbed up the stairs to the mezzanine overlooking the Grand Ballroom at the Valley King Hotel. It was the 40-year reunion for my high school class. That would put most of the attendees here around 58 years old. Most of them looked it.
The scene below was a bit confused. The idiot who arranged the affair had typed the name badges in normal sized type. A type size very hard for 58 year-old eyes to read. In addition, the same idiot had given the ladies name badges with their current last names, instead of the maiden names they used in high school. Not too much had changed at Valley High School.
I went back down the stairs into the hallway that led to the restrooms and the phones. I then wandered out into to ballroom.
Of course, the first people I bumped into were Alice and Alvin. Alvin was playing the part of the big real estate operator. It was as if he was gonna buy and sell the whole damn valley. The only problem was that Alvin was broke and going under. However, if he kept a civil tongue in his head, it did not need to happen tonight. Alice still looked pretty good. I flashed back to the Senior Prom.
I had gone to the prom only because they had to have a date for Virginia, the Valedictorian. Of course, Virginia immediately went upstairs and started working the telephone. I found Alice alone as Alvin had gone off to hustle somebody for his latest business venture. I talked with Alice for a bit and we sort of wandered out to the van I had driven. It was the kind with no windows in the back. Alice was so pissed off at Alvin that she climbed in and we had a little nip of the 'champagne' I had stashed; it was actually Everclear and club soda. Shortly thereafter, Alice got out of her fancy prom gown and I removed my rented tux. I put Alice's long legs over my shoulders and gently slid my raging hard on onto Alice's tight young pussy. It took a while, but Alice opened up a bit with each stroke and I finally got my full length in just as Alice climaxed for the first time. I was enchanted with the friction from her firm young muscles and I tried to make it last a bit. I finally joined Alice's third climax and then rolled off her. We then got dressed and snuck in the back way. Alice made it into the ladies room and concocted some story about a reaction from some sinus medicine she took.
Later, Alice was a bit embarrassed but I kept it light and breezy. Bob and his wife joined us. Bob was the best football player at Valley and had wound up with the Browns and then a last year with the Steelers. His wife was supposedly a New York City model and she still looked damn good.
Cheryl and her husband then joined us. I flashed back to the summer after graduation. Cheryl had run off to the big city to work as a stripper. By chance, she worked in a club I used to set up my business deals.
Cheryl would kind of slink out to the center of the stage and shake it good. She always wore a see-through baby doll and she could jiggle those tits. Once she had the full attention of the guys at the edge of the stage, she would start to work the crowd. If her tits were not enough, Cheryl would start to flash her shaven pussy for the boys! By the end of the first number, she would always have some money tucked into the waist of her panties. Between the first and second numbers, she would transfer the money from the panties to a waist chain she wore and the panties from her ass to the stage floor. The second number was an opportunity for Cheryl to let the boys see up her pussy. The third number usually wound up with a little touchy-feely as Cheryl worked the boys for tip money. Whenever she could, Cheryl would lure a boy backstage after her set for an expensive screw. Cheryl always looked out for the bottom line.
Cheryl was now, at 58 years-of-age, the town Treasurer and still concerned with the bottom line. Sadly, the 18 year-old body was now obviously 58 years old.
I went over to the bar and got a glass of red wine. There I met Dan and Deanna. Dan was an okay guy, but a little slow. Deanna was the hottest stuff in town after her high school graduation. Deanna and I had ducked out of a party at the lake and walked down the shore a bit. Deanna wore no panties under her mini skirt and my searching fingers discovered this early on. We wound up screwing standing up with Deanna leaning against a tree and me pumping her from behind. Deanna was enthusiastic and I got deep into her right from the start. She wanted it hard and I was willing and able. The screw was hot and athletic with Deanna trying to capture my dick with every stroke. She did not succeed, but she did keep trying. I finally settled the issue with a half dozen hard, fast strokes and then pumped cum into Deanna as she managed to hiss, rather than scream, her way through her orgasm. Afterwards Deanna told me it was the first time she had ever done 'anything like this.' I presume she meant that night.
Deanna had pictures of her four kids. No two of them had any sort of close resemblance. Deanna had not changed!
Deanna and Dan wandered away and I found myself with Elaine. Elaine was the class good girl. She had smarts and high morals. I flashed back to one night when I found Elaine and some girl friend of hers parked out in a little pull-off on a remote stretch of North Valley Road. The girls had been smoking dope and were really high. I stopped because I thought that they might have had car trouble. The other girl panicked and drove off. Elaine had gotten out of the car and was really high and told me that she knew what I was after and, fortunately, she had on clean underwear. She then lifted her skirt to show me. I got Elaine into the back seat of my car and we took off her panties so that we could verify the clean underwear boast. I actually never did the exam because I was too busy screwing Elaine. It was not Elaine's first time and she was the best screw I had had, with the possible exception of Deanna. Elaine tried to work her tit through her usual cast iron bra and did work her clit with busy fingers. I kept working my hard dick into the tightest pussy I had ever encountered. It was hard work, but we both appreciated it. Elaine wanted it harder, deeper and faster. I gave it to her as best I could and we arrived at a shattering mutual orgasm. Elaine was still high from the dope, but not outer space high, She began to realize what had happened and maybe panicked a little. She begged me not to tell anyone. I told her, okay, but I wanted a 'second helping.' We moved to another location, just in case. We then repeated the first screw only I had made her take of the cast iron bra and this time Elaine got herself worked up to the state that she had no control at all and started to demand things using really vile words. Well, I was shocked. However, I did what she asked and a few more things that even not so innocent Elaine had never heard of. After the second fuck, I drove her home as she just kept muttering 'omigod.' over and over again.
As I returned to the real worlds, an embarrassed Elaine was introducing me to her husband. Elaine had snagged herself a Mother's Dream, or MD, as they are more commonly known. They were pillars of the community, etc. They were also boring as hell.
I then managed to drift over to a group by the bar only to realize that it was a group of ex bad girls. One of the girls, whose name I could not recall nailed me with 'Hey Vito!' She then asked me how 'the old Valley hoodlum' was. I quickly replied that I was not the Valley hoodlum, her old boyfriend was. The slut laughed and pointed to a grossly fat man across the floor. She told me that 'Fat Freddy aint no hoodlum anymore.' We laughed and I managed to escape before I had to call her by name.
While I could not remember her name, I did remember that her boast, after we all graduated, was that all the sluts wanted to get themselves laid. However, she always liked to get on top. Hopalong, as she was called back then was a slim, but athletic girl who probably could have set the world pogo stick record if she had wanted; with or without pogo stick. Sadly, she now looked much like Fat Freddy. Oh well, you have to get it while you can.
The next couple I encountered were Geraldo and Gilda. Geraldo was a Mexican kid who was considered the second toughest guy in Valley and Gilda was his dancing girlfriend. Gilda was curved, but in incredible condition. She could prance and whirl about the dance floor like a pro dancer. Everybody figured that she would be a hot fuck. However, nobody wanted to mess with Geraldo.
I flashed back to the night that Gilda and I closed the garage we worked at after we graduated. It was raining like somebody turned over a bucket and we closed early because nobody could get to us through the giant puddle at G and 10th. We also could not get out. We dashed out to my van and prepared to wait for the flood to subside so we could go home. We were both soaked and Gilda calmly started to undress, remarking that she was not going to catch her death of cold with wet clothes. I also stripped and Gilda craftily revealed her true purpose. She said that she always wanted to fuck somebody other than Geraldo, 'just to find out, you know.' Who was I to deny a young girl an educational experience? We fucked like two sex crazed animals in the back of my van. Gilda wasn't the tightest pussy I ever had, but she was the most active! She liked it with her legs wrapped around me and her urging me on with some Mexican words I did not know, but understood perfectly. Gilda finally climaxed with a scream that I thought broke every window in my van. Fortunately, the glass withstood the vibration and we remained dry. I never told anybody and I suspect that Gilda never told anybody because Geraldo would have beat the crap out of her. I never told because I hoped for another fuck from Gilda; when you are the toughest guy in town, you don't worry about second best.
Geraldo, Gilda and I talked for a bit, and then Hannah waved to me.
Hannah was the daughter of the richest man in the area. She was a stuck up bitch who had to wear space panties in high school because she thought her ass was out of this world. Her mother hired me to take Hannah out to a cabin in the mountains that they owned. My mission was to see that Hannah learned to be a little less bitch.
I flashed back. Hannah had ridden out to the cabin in the mountains with her snotty little girl attitude. The only reason she had come was that her mother insisted. I pointed out that I was riding for the same reason; no man wanted a stuck up little bitch.
It was a warm summer night when we arrived at the cabin. However, the temperature inside the car hovered near freezing. We walked into the cabin and then out onto the deck over the stream. There was a little 'swimming hole' below the deck. I calmly cut Hannah's clothes off and threw her into the swimming hole. She started to scream at me and I told her that, if she yelled at me, I would force her to ride back naked and I would be stopping for gas frequently. Hannah gulped and thought about the situation. We were way out in the boonies and I was the baddest guy in the Valley.
Hannah decided to cooperate and told me that she would fuck me if I would take her home. I agreed. We went inside and up to the loft bedroom. I laid Hannah on the bed and put her legs over my shoulders to her surprise. She was wet, what with walking around naked and I took my time about putting my dick into her. Once I was in, I leaned forward and worked on Hannah's nipples with my thumbs as I fucked her. Hannah proved to have a direct link between her tits and her pussy. She tried to tell me not to rub her nipples. However, she became so excited that she could not finish telling me. Instead, we worked little Hannah up to an orgasm in fairly quick time. I did not allow myself to be drawn along and continued to fuck little miss rich bitch. Hannah was not used to this sort of treatment and began to try some sort of protest. However, her second orgasm interrupted the words. After that, Hannah was too busy orgasming to do anything else. I continued until Hannah passed out from pleasure. I then more or less carried Hannah down to the steam and washed both of us up.
I told Hannah that I had naked pictures of her and she was my slave for the weekend. She would remain nude at all times and do exactly what I told her. Hannah started to get huffy and then realized that she had no choice.
Fir the rest of the weekend, I fucked Hannah every time I could get it up. Each time I fucked her, I first told her of some little miss rich bitch incident in her past and then made her give me 'all my meat.'
We went through stages. First, Hannah was the outraged bitch who was fucking me only because she had to. I pointed out that Hannah was climaxing with each fuck and what did that make her? Since Hannah had just climaxed, once again, she could not think up a really good argument.
Then Hannah tried to reason with me. I pointed out that Hannah could think of me as the husband that she would damn well please if she were going to have a successful marriage. Hannah could not think up any answer to that one and it led us to a number of new sexual positions. We did it with Hannah on top, Hannah in doggy position, Hannah and I side by side and even both of us standing up.
In between fucks, Hannah was forced to serve me as a maid. If I wanted to feel Hannah's tits or her pussy, that was part of the maid job.
Finally, Hannah broke down and told me that she realized that she had used 'Daddy's money' as a sort of weapon to deal with others. She cried that she had been a rich bitch and she now saw that she had hurt others. She then said, that it still did not give me the excuse to force her to fuck.
I then asked why she climaxed every time, if I was forcing her. Hannah gaped at me then began to cry. She asked if that meant she was a whore?
I told Hannah that she would have a husband someday. I also told her that she had damn well better be a whore with her husband if she did not want him looking elsewhere. However, that she did not need to be a whore with anyone else excepting me.
Finally Hannah snuggled to me and asked how I liked her screwing?
We discussed some areas where Hannah was good and other where she needed improvement. We then fucked our way through the areas where improvement was needed.
At the end of the weekend, I got Hannah the clothes her mother had furnished from the trunk of the car.
As we drove home, Hannah finally told me that she couldn't decide if she hated me or liked me.
Hannah greeted me. She was a reasonably well-preserved woman of 58 or so and very well dressed. However, she was not the 18 year-old Hannah of 40 summers ago. I realized that she knew the situation when she told me that she hadn't liked my little class much at first. Later, after she got home she realized that I had been preparing her for a 'final exam.' She stared me right in the eye and told me that she 'passed my final with flying colors!' Then she introduced me to her husband. We chatted and then they moved away.
They say you can't go back home again. I did and I found some things the same and others different. However, I will never forget a summer weekend in the mountains with a girl who turned out better than I would have imagined. |
