The Real Thing Pt. 01

The Real Thing, Part 1

My five year high school reunion. I wasn't sure I really wanted to go back for it. I didn't have many friends in school, and those I kept through my college years, those I still kept in contact with weren't coming. But I really wanted to reconnect with Mrs. Singletary. My old math teacher was... well... extremely beautiful. I'd heard from her daughter, Ava, that she'd been divorced now for a few years.

I spent some time with Ava just last night. We were high school friends... almost sweethearts in fact... but we'd kept in touch ever since. We went out to dinner last night, just the two of us, to catch up. She told me about her mom, especially when I got her a little drunk.

We never did anything after dinner... no hanky panky... but, from what I'd learned, I was sure more interested in her mom, now.

I idly drove around town. The high school pretty much looked the same, at least for now. They were already breaking ground for a new school to be built with the intent of completely demolishing the old one since it was so old. But that would be a few more years down the road.

The neighborhoods I grew up in definitely looked as I remembered them. Even as the light started fading, as the nine o'clock hour passed, and the street lights came on, it felt even more like I remembered it. I drove down the street, ending at Mrs. Singletary's house, and parked on the street. Of course, she wasn't expecting me, but that didn't matter. I wanted to surprise her.

As I walked up to the front door, movement in an upstairs bedroom caught my eye. Through the wispy curtains I could see Mrs. Singletary standing in the room, her blouse unbuttoned, hanging loosely, holding what looked like DVDs in her hand as if trying to pick one. I laughed to myself, knowing I caught her at just the right moment.

Feeling confident, I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. I hummed a tune, a current pop song that I'd been listening to on my drive, tapping my foot to the rhythm as I waited. It took a while, but the door then opened, and the woman I'd dreamed about for years was standing before me again. All 5'4", 120lbs of her. At 6', 170lbs, I seemed to tower over her and it boosted my confidence.

"Tyler?" she asked, looking up and smiling, surprised to see me. I'd grown up a little in the last five years and changed a little. "Tyler! Oh my gosh! What brings you around here?"

"I'm in town for the reunion this weekend," I said, smiling. "Do you mind if I come in for a minute. I was hoping I'd see you while I was in town."

"Oh yeah... please... come in," she smiled brightly, stepping back to let me come inside. She closed the door behind me, keeping the cool air inside. "Wow... you look great! Can I get you something to drink?"

"I dunno... maybe a little wine."

She smiled. "Of course. I was going to have a glass myself. Please," she said, pointing to the couch, "make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

I enjoyed seeing her smile like that, as if she was as delighted to see me as I was to see her. But I could feel her... unease... a little, too. As if she seemed distracted or caught off guard. I noticed that her blouse was buttoned up wrong and was untucked as if she hastily put it on in her rush to answer the door.

She came back into the living room carrying two glasses of red wine and handed one to me. Then she settled onto the couch beside me, curling her legs under herself in order to turn a little toward me. God she was beautiful.

"Ava's not here?" I asked.

Mrs. Singletary shook her head. "Oh, no... she has her own apartment now... on the west side."

I nodded, looking around the room. "This is a big house for just one person."

"I know," she replied. "But it's ok. I enjoy the space. So, what are you doing nowadays?" she asked, taking a sip of her wine. "Where are you living?"

"Well... I graduated from State with a Computer Science degree, thanks to your math classes," I said. "Summa Cum Laude." I was one of her best math students. I really loved the subject and having a hot teacher helped keep me motivated. Getting her praise after getting an A on a test really made all the studying worth it.

She smiled brightly. "Oh my gosh! That's so awesome!"

I nodded. "I'm working for NASA in Florida right now.

"NASA?" she beamed, tapping me on the shoulder. "Wow! That's a really good job."

"It is," I agreed. "I really enjoy my work and it's rewarding, you know?" She nodded. "I assume you're still at the high school... teaching math."

"Yeah," she nodded. "Still there... still loving it."

"Your love of being a teacher always was obvious," I said. "You know, you were my absolute favorite teacher."

"Oh, thank you," she looked down, almost blushing in embarrassment.

"I couldn't wait to get to your class every day," I admitted.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You were a really good student. Definitely one of the most... attentive."

I laughed softly, remembering how often I stared at her from my seat. Hell, I stared at her any time she was around. She was that attractive to me. And... several times... she caught me staring. Not that she did anything to stop me. In fact, the way she acted, I had the feeling that she enjoyed my attention. She'd catch my eye... shake her head with a sly little smile... telling me both not to look and to keep looking... then continue what she was doing.

"You have a way of attracting my attention," I said.

"Oh... um," she mumbled, looking down and blushing.

"Are you going to be at the reunion tomorrow?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I was planning on it. I usually do. I love to see how everyone's doing."

"Will you be my... date?" I asked, looking straight at her.

She twisted a little, as if uncomfortable, embarrassed, and very excited all at once. "Tyler, you know I can't do that... I work there... and you're way too young for me to date."

"What? Too young? Come on," I smirked. I leaned into her, stroking her leg with one hand, the other playing with her hair, my face so close to hers. "You're so beautiful. Ever since I walked into my first class with you I've been attracted to you. And now... divorced for a few years... you have to be lonely."

"Tyler... you're... you're making me blush here," she said, unable to meet my gaze. Her nipples tented the front of her blouse, telling the world that she wasn't wearing a bra and telling me that she was excited. I could feel her desire, I could sense her heart beating faster.

"I've always been into women that were a little shy," I said, putting my hand under her chin and kissing her softly. "I think we should go someplace... private."

"You know... I... I just can't," she protested weakly as I kissed her again. "I'm old enough to be your mother." She brought her wine glass to her lips and took a sip, trying to use the glass to block me.

But that wouldn't stop me. I knew something about her that she thought no one knew. And I was going to keep her squirming. "Oh, I know. But I also know that you... crave... young men my age, especially guys with... big... cocks." I stroked her thigh again, sliding it up the outside of her leg, sliding just underneath her skirt.

She looked at me over her wine glass, with a look of shock and embarrassment. Her face blushed crimson. "What are you... what are you talking about?"

I smiled. "Your daughter gave you up. I was out with her just last night." My hand touched her side, then slid up to her breast, my fingertips touching the underside, my thumb slowly, teasingly circling her hard nipple. "She told me about the porn videos that you like to watch... Big Dick Boys, I believe, Volume 21, was the one she mentioned seeing in particular. But she said there was a whole stack."

She looked down, shaking her head, trying to deny it. "I've... um... I don't know what you're talking about."

"No?" I asked, almost laughing at weak her response was, how much it told me that she really did watch that porn. Her nipple was so hard beneath my thumb and her lack of grabbing my arm told me she was interested in more of my touch. "Are you saying you don't like young men with big dicks? That's not what you fantasize about?"

"No," she said, looking up, shaking her head more vigorously. "Of course it isn't. I wouldn't do something like that."

I smirked and lightly pinched her nipple before pulling my hands away. Leaning forward, I set my wine glass down on the coffee table and stood. Without saying a word I started to slowly walk up the stairs.

"Tyler?" she asked, setting her glass down and following me. "Tyler? Where are you going?"

I walked into the master bedroom and moved towards the dresser. "Ava said they were in your dresser drawer."

"My what?" she asked, trying to convince me that this was inappropriate.

I grabbed the knobs for the drawer and pulled it open. "Let's see... they should be right... here." I opened the drawer and found pretty much everything as Ava had drunkenly described it. "Oh look... a nice size dildo... and there's lube right there on the dresser. Looks like you have enjoy big packages. And what's this? Oh! Videos!"

I pulled out the stack of eight or nine DVDs and held them as Mrs. Singletary watched helplessly. She tried to grab them out of my hand but I simply moved them away.

"Oh my gosh," she said, completely embarrassed.

"Teacher's Pets," I said, moving through them, putting the top one on the bottom as I read off each title. "Submissive to Teacher... Big Dick Boys... Volume 21, I might add... Mommy's Big BoyToy. Wow, so many videos."

"I... ok, so I watch porn sometimes," she said, taking a step back from me in defeat.

"I don't care about that... but I do see a pattern here," I smiled. "You like a very... specific... type of porn. And that interests me very much."

"It's... those are just... you know... something I watch," she said, trying to convince me that these were just random selections of some sort. "It doesn't mean anything. It's not that I'm, like, thinking about... you know... just that. I don't... really..."

"What?" I interrupted her. "You don't really watch these movies... movies of hot older women getting seduced and fucked hard by young guys... while you slide the dildo into your pretty pussy... cumming over and over? Maybe you fantasize that one of those big dicked boys is filling your pussy while you play?"

"Oh my gosh... it's just... really... it's something I just enjoy watching," she tried to explain, but I wouldn't let her. "I... it's nothing specific..."

"All young boys... all with big dicks," I said. "Are you sure that's not what you fantasize about."

"Are you kidding me?" she pulled back, being defensive. "No! Of course not."

"Maybe you're just curious?" I asked. "You just wondered what it might be like."

"No!" she protested again. "I just like to watch porn sometimes. It's just... porn. My husband's gone and I don't, you know, date much."

"You just like to watch them sometimes?" I laughed softly. "Come on. They're all young boys. You don't have one older man in there. And every one is emphasizing the size of their dicks."

"So?"

"How long has it been?"

"It's... it's been a while."

"How long is a while?"

"Like... four years..." she said, barely believing it herself.

"Four years?" I asked, barely believing it. Her husband was definitely gay if he didn't want to fuck this woman every single day of his life. "Clearly, you have some desires that need attention."

"I... I dunno... can we go back downstairs?"

I set the stack of videos aside and pulled her into my arms. She put her hands on my biceps, trying to keep herself just enough away. "Let me show you how I can please you. You're so beautiful." I kissed her neck and felt her body shaking with excitement.

"Thank you," she whispered. "But really..."

"You're shaking."

"I'm just a little... cold."

"Uh huh," I nodded, not believing her for a second. I knew when a woman was shaking with need and desire. And that's exactly what this was. Mrs. Singletary's body was incredibly desperate for sexual release. "I can tell it's been a while."

"Yeah... a long time."

"You know... your clothes are a little... off kilter," I said, tugging on the bottom of her still-jumbled blouse with one hand. "Were you getting ready to watch one of those movies or something? Maybe play with that big, fat dildo? Did I maybe... interrupt you?" I smiled at her as if playing a game.

"No!" she protest again, unconvincingly. She smiled back and playfully slapped my chest. "I was just... changing clothes... you know... putting something more comfortable on for bed."

"Oh, well, then, let me just help you out here." I grabbed her blouse in both hands and started unbuttoning it from the bottom up.

"Oh, um... you don't have to do that," she said. She tried to grab my hands to stop me, but it was a weak, half-hearted attempt that was unsuccessful.

"Oh, but I want to. I want to be... very... helpful." I pulled her shirt open and marveled at her bare, firm, perfect, DD-cup breasts. Her nipples were so hard and pointed. "And I have to say, Mrs. Singletary, your breasts are... incredible. I'm a little surprised that you aren't wearing a bra."

She covered her breasts with her hands, trying to hide them from me. "I had already... you know... taken it off when you rang the doorbell. Like I said, I was... changing..."

"Ah... I see," I said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away to expose her breasts to me again. She didn't even try to fight me. She let me look at them. She wanted me to look at them. "Wow... they are... phenomenal." I reached up and grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing and teasing them as she softly moaned.

"I don't think you should..." she protested, but didn't try to stop me otherwise. I bent down and licked her nipples, feeling them scrape across my tongue, before sliding my lips around them and sucking. "Oh," she moaned softly, her posture softening as she gave herself to me.

"You're... you're not going to tell anyone about this are you? Not even Ava." Her being scared about what other's might think... more than what was actually happening... let me know she was definitely eager for me to continue.

"Of course I won't," I said. "I promise. Don't worry." I grabbed her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples.

"Ok," she panted, closing her eyes as the pleasure rolled over her. "Oh, that's so good."

I kissed her and she kissed me back, passionately, sliding her tongue into my mouth, tasting me. I held her body tight as I kissed her neck and the top of her chest, making her moan softly. Then I pulled her shirt completely off and tossed it aside.

"Oh... yeah," I moaned, admiring her breasts. I'd wondered for years how they'd look and what I saw was even better than my imagination. "Wow... such beautiful tits."

As I slid down and started licking and sucking on her nipples again, I felt her hand tentatively touch my stomach, then slide lower. Her hand was still shaking, with that delicious combination of fear and desire, but in seconds her hand grabbed my crotch, her fingertips tracing the outline of my hard shaft before her hand enclosed on it as best she could through my jeans.

"Mmm... wow," she whispered. I had the feeling I passed the test. Having a boy with a big cock was no longer just a video fantasy for her. I was real... and I was in her hands.

"Mmhmm," I whispered between licks. "The real thing. A young man with a big dick just waiting to fuck you, just like you like."

"Oh my God," she panted.

I rose from her breast again and kissed her. "You're so beautiful," I said, leading her to the side of the bed. "Come 'ere. Here, turn around. Let's undo that skirt for you, too." I pushed her so that her upper body fell onto the bed, bending her over it. Then I grabbed the button and zipper on her skirt and opened them so I could pull her skirt down. Underneath, she was wearing black panty hose with a black thong on under that. The thin strip of fabric deliciously slid between her ass cheeks.

I hooked my fingers in her panty hose and, going to my knees behind her, pulled them down below her knees. I grabbed both of her ass cheeks and squeezed and jiggled them. "Oh, look at that ass," I whispered. "I've been dying to see it for so long. And now... wow... it's right here in my face. No one will ever believe me."

I kissed and licked her ass cheeks as she softly whimpered and moaned. Then I grabbed her cheeks firmly and pulled them apart, exposing her asshole and pussy to me. I dove between her cheeks, licking and sucking, my tongue quickly finding her asshole. I circled it and teased it as her body trembled.

"Oh my gosh, what are you...? Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, and I felt her push her ass into my face. This was obviously the first time somebody had eaten her ass.

"You like that do you?" I laughed before pushing the tip of my tongue inside.

"Yes!" she hissed, breathing heavier. "Oh God..."

"Mmhmm," I whispered teasing her ass with my tongue, getting it very wet. "I want to worship it."

"Fuck! Yes... that feels so good."

I licked my finger and circled her asshole for a second before pushing the tip inside, teasing her, sliding it in an out several times.

"Oh my God!" she said loudly.

"That is grade-A ass meat there," I said proudly, smacking her cheek. When I pulled my finger free, I stood, pulled her to her feet and turned her around so that she was facing me. I grabbed her hair in my left hand, holding her in place as my right hand grabbed and squeezed her breast. The grabbed my wrists, still putting up a show of wanting to stop me. But her grip was extremely weak. I slid my hand from her breast, down over her stomach, and slid my fingers through her pussy, making her gasp.

"Ohhhh," she groaned with an exhale.

She leaned down and kissed my neck as I slid two fingers inside her pussy, and slowly fingered her.

I let her hair go as Mrs. Singletary moaned and leaned forward to kiss, lick, and nibble on my neck.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Yesss," she said with a breathy whisper. "So good."

"You're getting so wet." I brought my fingers to my lips and slowly licked and sucked on each one, enjoying the taste of her pussy for the first time.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, panting, almost begging for me to do more.

I smiled at her as I lay her back on the bed. I slowly crawled up onto it as she moved backwards, moving to the center of the bed. I sat on my knees as I grabbed her pantyhose and thong that still lay around her ankles and pulled them off. Then, kissing her ankle, I slid my hand down her leg as she extended it right into the air.

The flesh at her inner thigh was so soft and warm. I couldn't wait to kiss it. "Oh, your skin is so soft," I complimented her.

"Thank you," she panted as I set her legs down and bent down to kiss her abdomen. Her chest rose and fell as she panted and moaned for my touch as I settled between her legs. Her wet pussy was right in front of my face. As she watched, obviously wanting me, anticipating my touch, I leaned forward and licked her labia, softly, teasingly.

"Oh!" she moaned loudly as my tongue stroked again and again. "Yes! Oh, fuck yes!"

"Oh, I can tell you've been thinking about this, haven't you?" I laughed then slid my tongue between her labia, sliding deeply into her pussy.

"For years now," she moaned. "My husband didn't like doing this."

I laughed softly, continuing to lick her. Her juices were dripping out of her and I slid my tongue over her clit, making her suddenly jump at the intense pleasure.

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned with a high pitched voice. "You're so good at that. You like my nice, hot pussy?"

"Mmhmm," I moaned, sucking and nibbling on her labia for a moment, driving her crazy.

"Oh fuck," she panted loudly. "Oh yes, just like that. Yeah... right there."

Her body was shaking and I knew she was close as I flicked my tongue over her clit, then gently sucked on it. She tasted heavenly and her body was so responsive to every touch. She grabbed my head with both hand, sliding her fingers through my hair as she moaned and writhed on the bed below me.

"Oh... oh yeah... don't stop... don't stop," she moaned as she looked down at me, watching me with half-closed eyes, her mouth open wide. "Oh! Oh fuuuuuck!" she panted finally and I felt her orgasm overwhelm her. Her body shook, her muscles tightened, as she held her breath tightly.

She pushed on my forehead, telling me it was too much, and I pulled back. I kissed her inner thigh as I rose to my knees then crawled off the bed.

"Oh my fucking God," she panted, then opened her eyes. I'd started gathering myself, instead of taking off my clothes as she assumed. "What? What are you doing?" she asked, looking desperate.

I smiled. "That was just a taste. You'll have to wait for tomorrow for the rest."

"What? Oh my God... you can't just..." She looked almost desperate. I loved it.

"I'll see you at the reunion," I laughed, then walked out of her bedroom, leaving for my hotel.

*****

When I arrived at the reunion, I was about a half-hour late, so things were already moving. A DJ, who was a guy that graduated with me, was playing music. A few people were dancing, but most were milling around, talking to people, getting drinks and snacks.

A few people from the catering staff were setting up the buffet. I grabbed my nametag from the front table, saying hi to two female classmates I didn't remember in particular, then found a seat at one of the tables. I glanced about until I finally saw Mrs. Singletary. She was on the other side of the room, talking with another teacher. She looked pretty hot in her blue and white dress, the cross-over front giving a pretty good view of her cleavage.

I could see her glance around the room, looking for me, and when she found me and our eyes met, I could see her body shudder a little. I could tell by the way she acted that she was happy to see me... that she wanted to see me so badly, but was scared what that meant. As I'd hoped, she remembered the little taste I gave her, along with the promise of more, and it excited her.

I walked over to her as I went to grab some food. By the time I reached her, the other teacher had left and she was standing alone, casually leaning against the wall.

"I like that dress on you," I said, smiling smugly, nodding. "It's really sexy on you."

She smiled and almost blushed. "Thank you. I, uh, was wondering if you'd come or not."

"I'm a little late... but I like making an entrance," I laughed.

"I can see." Mrs. Singletary's eyes scanned the crowd. "Looks like a really good showing from your class."

"Yeah," I nodded curtly. "I suppose. I'm just not interested in them."

She looked at me as if surprised. "You didn't come here to see your classmates? I mean, I'm sure you haven't seen them in years."

I smiled. "No... just you."

"Tyler," she said, "about what happened last night... I don't know what you're thinking, but... you know we... we can't... right?" Her eyes darted nervously, side to side, hoping no one could overhear our conversation.

"We can't?" I smirked. "Oh... I think we can. And I think you want to. I think I intrigued you last night. I think just the thought of what I have next for you is driving you crazy. Even now you're thinking about me... you're wondering what I'm going to do to you next. Maybe... just maybe... one of your fantasies will come true."

She shook her head. "No, I'm not wondering... really," she said, trying to deny the obvious.

"Well... we'll see," I said. "Can I see your phone for a minute?"

She brought her phone out, holding it in her hand in front of her. "My phone?"

"Yeah," I said and tapped my phone against it. When I looked down at my screen, her phone number was printed in big, bold numbers. I brought my phone up and started making a contact record for her.

"How did you do that?" she asked, stunned.

"Just a little program I created," I smiled. "Thanks... I'll, uh... talk to you in a little bit." I turned to go to the food table. I grabbed a little bit of the baked chicken and potatoes, found a seat and ate. A couple people came over, people I knew a little in high school, and said hi. But they were pretty short conversations. Everybody was pretty much asking the same questions to find out what kind of work I was doing and where I was living nowadays. Although I was pleasant, I was definitely not enjoying their conversations and felt I was just biding my time for my fun plans.

Partway into the night, I sent Mrs. Livingston a text message when I caught sight of her, again, this time sitting at one of the tables with a few people around. They'd all sat down for dinner and were talking.

"You know, your tits do look nice in that dress."

I watched as she opened her phone, trying to hide it from prying eyes. When she saw it, she smiled, then locked the screen and set her phone down again. I typed another message.

"I'd really love to see it on the floor of my hotel room."

She briefly looked at the message, then locked the screen and set her phone down. A few seconds later, she picked it back up again and typed a response.

"You know that's not going to happen, Tyler. So stop."

I smiled at her response. We both knew it was going to happen. It was inevitable.

"Before you say no, I was thinking... maybe you'd like to experience this..."

I typed the message, then scrolled through my pictures to find a dick pic that I'd taken earlier at the hotel I was staying at. I'd just gotten out of the shower before coming to the reunion and jerked off just enough to get my cock nice and hard.

When she got the picture, she quickly hid her phone from view. I could tell by her expression that it definitely caught her attention. She excused herself from the table and walked to a private spot on the wall again. She typed, but it seemed to take a while, as if she typed and deleted her response several times before sending it.

"That was extremely rude and inappropriate."

I had to laugh as she seemed to keep looking at her phone. I imagined she was looking at my picture over and over again. I typed another message.

"It's big, huh? I'm imagining you kneeling before me, your lips wrapped around it."

When she received the message, she took a deep breath and brought her finger to her lips. She was thinking the same thing. And she was getting very excited. Before she could respond, I typed another.

"Can you imagine it thrusting into your pussy, stretching you open?"

When she saw it, she closed her eyes and bowed her head for a second as if overcome by thoughts of just that. When she looked up again, she bit her lip and looked over at me, her eyes almost pleading with me, begging me to do that to her. A male teacher approached her and seemingly asked if she was ok. It appeared she assured them that she was, so they left her alone. Finally, building up the courage, she started walking over to me.

She pulled out the chair next to me and sat down.

"Why would you think I would want that?" she said, as softly as she could. The music was loud and drowned out most conversations.

"You have to know I jerk off thinking about you," I said, bending very close to her so that she would be the only one to hear me. "I get very hard just thinking about you. And I thought with your fetish and all, you'd like to see what I'm working with."

"Tyler... you can't just send me dick pics," she said. "Don't you know how much trouble I can get into?"

"What? I'm an adult now," I smiled smugly, denying there'd be any problem. "What's the big deal?"

"Tyler," she said, sounding frustrated. But there was something else. There was excitement in her voice, a desire... a need... that she was trying to suppress, trying to hide. "You're like twenty years younger than me. We can't do this."

"Huh... I thought we had a thing last night," I said.

"Look... you're a very good looking young man," she admitted. "You should find someone your own age."

"I don't want someone my age. I want you."

"But... it's not going to happen," she said, looking at me. "Please... just stop."

I smiled. "So... what did you think of the picture though?"

She smiled now, a shy smile. A naughty smile. "I thought that... you have a very... nice... cock... and someday you're going to make a woman very happy."

I grabbed her hand and pulled it towards me, setting it in my lap. Then I ran the back of her hand over my erection, giving her a feel of how big and hard I was for her.

"You're trouble," she giggled, shaking her head, but I noted she didn't pull her hand away.

"I just think that you're hot," I said softly. "I've been jerking off to you since I was in your classes. Do you know how many loads of cum I've shot thinking about those tits of yours?"

She seemed taken aback as if that shocked her, but she was smiling. "Ok... um... wow... I have to say no one's ever said anything like that to me."

"I'm so hard right fucking now."

"Really?"

"Yeah... feel it." I turned her hand over and let her feel my erection, let her fingers wrap around it and stroke it slightly. Luckily the room was dark enough that no one saw her.

"Oh... oh my God," she whispered excitedly. Her hand slowly moved up and down my shaft, feeling the full length of it. We both glanced around to make sure no one was watching.

"Are you really going to make me go jerk off in the bathroom?"

She thought for a second, but then shook her head, smiling. "No... you don't have to do that."

"I certainly can't go around like this," I said.

"I guess you should... um... take it out and show it to me then."

"You know... that's exactly what I was thinking," I smiled. "Why don't I meet you in the ladies' room."

She licked her lips for a second, looking excited. "Ok," she said simply, nodding, then stood up. She looked like she was trying too hard not to be noticed as she walked around the edge of the dance floor to the back hallway that led to the restroom. Someone tried to stop her to talk, but she apologized and excused herself telling them where she was headed. I stood once she disappeared down the hallway and walked towards it myself, feeling my cock throbbing in my pants.

When I got back to the restrooms, the women's door opened and she held it, begging me to come in quickly. We went into the large handicap stall and I quickly grabbed her, pushed her against the metal wall, and kissed her.

"Oh fuck," she whispered as I kissed down her neck and nibbled on her. Her hands slid down my body and first felt my rock hard cock, then moved to the front of my slacks to unfasten them. I turned us around, so that I was leaning against the metal as she opened my slacks. They easily fell to my knees, along with my boxers, as she knelt down, her face perfectly at hip level.

"Oh my God!" she hissed excitedly. "This is a nice cock." Her hands grabbed me and slowly stroked up and down my length, giddy with excitement. "Mmhmm... a nice... fat... cock."

"That feels really good," I whispered, her hands slowly stroking me.

She licked her hands, getting them wet with spit, and used that as lubricant to stroke me even better. Then she leaned forward and held my cock up as she laid my shaft on her face, sliding it around, reveling in how good it felt against her skin. It was throbbing with my heartbeat, ready to go already.

"I know you've been dreaming about this, just as much as me," she whispered, looking up at me. "I've always noticed how much you watched me. Why do you think I dressed the way I did? After all that teasing... you deserve to have my lips wrapped around that dick, don't you?"

"Mmhmm... I've definitely been dreaming about that for a long time," I whispered back.

"My throat needs a really good dicking," she moaned. "I'm so hungry for your cock. Will you feed me? Can I please suck it?"

I laughed softly. "I think you really like sucking cock."

She smiled and nodded. "My husband never enjoyed giving or receiving oral. But... in the videos, there's just something about a guy's reaction. The little... jolting... and the moan guys do as they get excited. I can't wait to feel just how much pleasure you're gonna get when your dick is throbbing in my mouth."

I shook my head. Her sudden desire for me was getting me even more excited. This was going far better than I anticipated. "Yeah... that is so hot."

"Thinking about your dick has got me so wet."

She licked and kissed up the shaft from the base, covering every square inch of rock-hard flesh. She was enjoying every second. When she reached the top, she opened her lips wide and slid the head into her mouth. Her lips seemed to stretch even wider as she took as much as she could in her mouth. "Such a big... hard... cock," she moaned as she sucked and licked on the head. Not much more would fit in her mouth, but she seemed hellbent on trying.

"Oh," I moaned. "That feels so good." Her hair had fallen into her face, so I pulled it back and held it at the back of her head for her.

She smiled up at me. "That's it, pull my hair out of my face. Such a good boy. You want to look in my eyes as I'm sucking on you? Like a good little slut? Is that what you like? Mmm... I want to make sure you see my face when I'm blowing you."

She licked and sucked, moaning softly as her hands stroked the shaft beneath her mouth.

"Mmm," she moaned, pulling her mouth off and stroking me. "I wish I could take more than just the head. But you're so big! But I think I can go deeper... you'll see. I can be a good little slut for you. I want to milk all the cum out of your cock."

She pushed my shaft deeper into her mouth, filling it as much as she could, stroking it steadily beneath her lips. There were still several inches of shaft showing below her mouth.

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She coughed and sputtered when she pulled my dripping wet cock free from her mouth. "Oh my God I love it!" she moaned. "Fill up my throat with cock. Mmm... yummy. I wanna milk it. I want to worship every inch of this cock. I love it... I fucking love it."

She slid it in deep again, this time going even deeper.

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She coughed and sputtered again when she released my cock. She pulled her face away for a moment, dribbling the excess spit onto my shaft to lubricate it and to use both hands to stroke me. One hand stroked the shaft, the other the head, both rotating as they stroked, giving me wonderous pleasure.

"You like that?" she asked, hopeful, smiling up at me. "You like both of my hands on your cock like that? Stroking your shaft and head at the same time?"

"Yeah... I love it," I moaned shaking my head. She surprised me. She went down on me so well and like such a slut. She was living a part of her fantasy that she never thought she'd have.

"I just want to be your good little slut."

She seemed to lose herself in my cock as a few people came into the bathroom, used it, and then left, without her ever stopping, although, thankfully, she didn't talk while they were there.

"Oh my God, look at that fucking rock hard cock," she moaned. "I want to suck it dry... milk that fucking dick for you. I want to be your dirty little dick whore... oh my God. I never thought I'd do this with someone."

I felt the cum boiling inside me, the pressure building rapidly. I was going to cum hard. "Oh my God I'm gonna cum," I hissed.

"Yeah? You want to give me that cum?" she asked, excited, moving her face closer as she stroked even faster. "All over my face? Yeah, cover my face with all that cum. I want it... I want it all over me. Cover my face with it."

"Are you sure you want that?" I asked. Her makeup was still pretty good.

"Come on... yeah... give it to me," she said, sounding desperate. "I really want it on my face." She stroked with both hands, sucking on the head, then pulling away and pointing me right at her face. "Like that? Is that how you like it? Please... please, please, please give it to me."

"You want it?" I asked. It was coming whether she did or not. Her only decision was where it was going to hit. I'd never been with a woman who actually wanted it all over her face as badly as Mrs. Singletary did.

"Yeah... give it to me." She stroked me, her face just below the head, her tongue slashing across the head several times as she watched me. "I want it. Make me a happy girl." She was so eager, waiting for me to cum, waiting for some sign that it was starting.

And she got it.

"Ohh!" I moaned loudly, feeling the pressure burst inside me. "Fuck!" My cum burst forth, spraying on her face again and again. "Uh! Uh! Fuck!" It must have been four or five good sprays of cum that covered her face. She moved the tip all around, painting her face with my cum, making sure I covered it completely.

"Oh my God, yes!" she said, using her hands to squeeze and milk my shaft, making sure she got every last drop out of my cock. "Oh, I love it. I fucking love it."

"Oh my God that was so fucking hot," I hissed, pulling away from her. I reached down and pulled my pants up, fastening them again.

"That was... so good," she whispered, almost lost in her pleasure.

"Get cleaned up. You look like a fucking mess," I said, helping her stand. "Then I'm going to meet you at your house and fuck the shit out of your pussy. Don't keep me waiting too long."

She looked at me, as if stunned, as I opened the stall door and left the bathroom, leaving her alone.