Chapter 11

"I have a confession to make, Clark," Janet said, stroking her fingertips across her boyfriend's broad chest and playing with his nipples. "I went to that reunion, thinking I might be able to take up where I left off in high school"

"Did you? I figured something of the sort by the way your eyes lit up when you got the word over the phone. Was it as good as you thought it would be?"

"No," she admitted. "None of the people I knew turned out anything like I figured they would. My old boyfriend's a little weird, and the football jock and head cheerleader got married and are into swinging. The class president married the homecoming queen and turns out to be impotent unless he watches her making it with someone else. And then the class brain is into a really heavy trip." Janet shuddered, not able to tell Clark what, had happened with Bill. If the man ever heard, he'd go find Bill and beat his brains out. "And one of the guys who wanted to be an actor has ended up in X-rated movies. And my heartthrob, a teacher, turns out to be a lousy lover."

"How lousy?"

"Very lousy. Not at all in the same league as you and quit fishing for compliments."

"I wasn't fishing for compliments as much as I was waiting for the words to die down. And then maybe we could start doing something a little more interesting."

"You're not interested in hearing about the rest of my class reunion?"

"In a word : no. I think all high school classes are about the same. When I went to my reunion I found much the same thing. The chick I was so hung up on had turned on to hard drugs. She was wasted and brain-burned to the point where she repulsed me. And the others, well, they were just about the same."

"How did you turn out so good?" she asked, her hand running down the smoothly muscled belly and through the thick tangle of his bush. She found his cock, pulsing slightly, still not erect. She vowed to change that in a hurry. She started squeezing it rhythmically.

"I guess you saved me," he said before kissing her ear.

The woman tensed as his tongue ran along her neck. She was especially sensitive here, and this turned her on as much as the feel of his prick hardening in her hand.

For a horrified moment, Janet worried that Clark might simply roll on top of her and fuck her in the missionary position. She had used that one too much in the past week. Every single stud in her school class had turned out to be a dud. They were all of the "slam-bam-thank you-ma'am" school of fucking. And some of them didn't even bother to say "thank-you-ma'am" after they'd gotten their rocs off.

She realized how lucky she was. She was successful at the brokerage firm. Her promotion was in the works and in less than a-month, she would be the new junior vice president. Her personal life was successful, too.

Clark was truly one in a million. There hadn't been anyone like him in her graduating class. He was thoughtful and cared for her and knew all the right things to do to turn her on. And fucking with him was never a bore.

He had imagination and he used it.

He rolled her onto her side and then gently entered her from behind. She lifted her leg and draped it over the top of his thigh. In this position it opened up her cunt widely to his thrusting prick. He began a slow, deep fucking that stirred her deep inside. The feel of his prick was exciting. He was huge, true, but he knew how to use that cock to the best advantage. She didn't know but felt that Clark, even if he hadn't had such a nice set of balls and cock, would have been a superb fucker.

Her juices trickled out around the thick plug of the prick filling her pussy. He moved faster, building friction. She struggled as his hands circled her body and began working on her nipples. He coordinated the thrusts of his cock into her pussy with the way he tweaked her rock-hard nipples.

She pressed back against him. He rolled over and lifted her into the air. Her entire body pressed down into his now. She opened her eyes and saw every single detail of the fucking in the mirror above her bed.

The huge red prick parted her pussy lips and plunged deep. The hand clamped firmly over her tit. The fingers parted slightly to let the ruby-red nipple through. She exploded with a burning lust that couldn't be contained inside. She came and. came and came lie a string of firecrackers going off. And when the ultimate in human pleasure had slowly died down in her loins, she felt Clark moving around to get into a new position. His prick was still long and hard and demanding inside her. And it would stay there until she was thoroughly satiated. And then he would come and they would both lie in bed in each other's arms, simply feeling the heat and closeness.

And then they would do it all over again.

This was what Janet had found and what all the others in her class had missed. She knew at the moment of her climax that she wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.