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Chapter 1 Reunion

“Hey Stan, you lecherous old prick,” the text message said, “give me a call, I have a message to pass on to you; a pussy from the past wants to hear from you.”

The text message was from Jen, a friend and occasional lover from the distant pass. The two of us had stayed in touch over the years, sometimes with significant time gaps between contacts.

I gave her a call. “Do you remember Connie from back in our college days?” She asked.

“If she is pregnant, tell her I’m not the father, she fucked lots of guys.” I replied.

“You asshole,” Jen said with a laugh, “you haven’t seen her in 40 years, she is now a sweet old grandmother and you are a dried up old man who can’t get a hard on without pills.”

“You know Jen,” I replied with mock sincerity. “You were such an incredible lover, you gave absolutely incredible blow jobs, but you just never had any compassion. That’s why I dumped you, but I still love you anyway.”

“You didn’t dump me, I dumped you,” she kept the banter up, “and by the way, I still love you too, you sweet old fool.”

That was a typical conversation with Jen, we had picked right up with the repartee where we had left off a few years earlier. She demanded that we meet for lunch before she would give me the contact info for Connie, not that I minded meeting her for lunch. I looked forwarded to getting together with her to share another round of witty and sexually oriented insults and compliments.

After we finished lunch Jen assured me in a mock serious tone that she would love to take me up on my offer to share a power fuck in the back of her SUV if only she had the time.

“I called Connie. It’s been a long time. How you been? How is your family?” We exchanged the requisite pleasantries.

After a pause in the conversation, Connie came to the point, “so, are you going to be at the college homecoming this year?”

“Our college has a homecoming? Wow, am I ever out of touch,” I replied.

“You know damn well we do, you are a member of the board of regents,” she answered.

“If you are going to be there I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” I said, knowing full well that months ago I had made plans to be there.

“You are aware that I know you are full of it, aren’t you? I know you are receiving an award and you will be there. You don’t need to sweet talk me to get a blow job, I’d do you just for old time’s sake. You remember Patti? My college roommate for three years, she is going to come with me. ”

“Is this some kind of senility test,” I replied. “Of course I remember Patti; talks dirty when she is fucking, makes loud and sexy noises when she is having one of her many orgasms, gives absolutely the best blow jobs ever, taught me everything I know about eating pussy, and likes to share sloppy seconds.”

“Yep, that is the Patti I’m talking about, maybe you can talk her into giving you a blow job if you aren’t too old to get it up.”

“I’ll take my Viagra before we meet,” I promised, “just in case.” I wasn’t kidding when I said that.

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Three weeks later I was at the homecoming banquet when I saw Connie and Patty standing together at one of the bars at the cocktail party. Both had aged gracefully, Connie proudly displayed a thick crop of silver hair, it appeared that Patti’s thin pale hair had been recently colored. Both had added a bit of girth from the petite co-eds that I remembered. From petite to frumpy, time flies when you’re busy having a life. When I finally managed to break away from the group I had been chatting with, I wandered over toward them.

I could tell that they were tentative about identifying me as I approached; I introduced myself just in case, “Hi, my name is Stan, and I believe you are Connie and Patti.”

Connie quickly stepped into my arms and we hugged with me giving her rear end a squeeze. My big hand just big enough to cover one side of her ass and I started thinking about how nicely her ass seemed to fit into my hands when we were fucking more than 40 years ago. When I turned to Patti she had her arms outstretched and ready for a hug.

“If you grab my ass like that I’m going to throw you down on the floor and fuck you right here on the spot,” she threatened/promised. I gave her a two handed butt squeeze and pulled her into me as we hugged. She ground her hips into the lump in my pants and said “I notice that you took your Viagra.”

After exchanging pleasantries and catching up on family and friends and talking a bit about what we had been doing over the last 40 years, we fell right into a lively conversation about our college days.

“I was a virgin when I met you,” said Patti with a mock serious wistful tone.

“I’m so honored that you chose me for such an important role in your sexual awakening,” I replied, “but as I remember, you told me that you had a girl friend who had been doing you with a big dildo for years before we got together.”

“You were the best revenge sex ever,” she assured me.

I manisa escort brought up something that had been on my mind. “I want to go over all the details of that night with the two of you and Robbie, I believe that there are details that I’ve never been made aware of, and I might have a few things to add myself ” Both of them laughed and nodded sheepishly.

There wasn’t much time to reminisce or chat at that point and definitely not any time for the kind of activities we were thinking about. That was probably just as well as I doubt that any of us could have delivered on the bold behavior we were hinting at. For the banquet I sat at the head table, the ladies were at a table near the back of the room, I noticed them making occasional trips to the bar as the dinner progressed. I stayed sober so as not to sound like a total idiot when I delivered my short speech at the award presentation.

We had graduated many years earlier so we didn’t run into many of our former classmates, I knew a good number of people because of my work with the school, and the ladies mostly just enjoyed the wine. After the program was over a handful acquaintances and former classmates, including Connie and Patti, came up to the front of the room to congratulate me. As the ladies and I were walking out together a couple former classmates who had obviously made too many trips to the bar approached us.

“Stan, you old horn dog. Are you still riding double with these gals?” a drunken guy named Frank asked.

Holding off from the inclination to compliment him on the crude but well crafted question, I replied with a straight face, “how could you every think of anything like that of these elegant ladies?” Patti gave him a lewd wink as we walked on.

“I heard all about that weekend with you and the girls,” Frank yelled back, “all of you are legends.”

The mechanicals and mental images of a blow job and other sexual fumbling between old people are not the appropriate visuals for erotic literature, so I’ll spare the reader the details of what happened after we left the banquet. The comments that our drunken former classmate made about a particular weekend in the spring of my last year in college, however, occasioned the need to reminisce about that set of events even more to the forefront. We agreed to meet for lunch the next day.

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We ate lunch in my room, it was an all suites hotel so we had a table, kitchen, comfortable furniture and everything we needed to spend a leisurely and lusty afternoon catching up and talking about old times. Patti said she had a hangover and told us she was going to lie down, she disappeared into the bedroom. Connie ordered room service for all of us. Minutes later Patti returned and announced that there were still several Viagra pills in the bottle she had found, and that she had removed her panties and put them in my bag so I would think about her when I got home.

“Patti, you amazing woman,” I said with absolute sincerity, “I’ve enjoyed sizzling hot memories of you for all these years. I really don’t need to sniff a pair of juiced up granny panties to conjure up lustful thoughts about you.”

I was sitting in a chair, she came to me and hugged me, burying my head between her sizable breasts. For the longest time she held me in silence as she shed a tear or two over the faint memories from so long ago that still made us all deeply happy. I groped around her ass a bit, searching for a seam or other sign of panties. She slapped my hand and said, “I told you I took them off.”

As we started discussing the long ago March weekend it became apparent that our selective memories had taken different paths over the years. Not only that, but Connie, Patti, and Robbie, the other woman involved in the fun, knew all the details and I was pretty sure that more had happened than I knew about.

“I have a suggestion,” I announced, “we all remember the weekend in which we supposedly became legendary, and the story was passed around and probably exaggerated greatly. How about we each write up what we remember about the events and put them together as a story, maybe we could get it published somewhere.”

Connie immediately jumped up and said, “I like it, but as you can see, I’m no longer porn star material, actually I never was. Who would ever want to read about my college sex experience?”

“Ladies, thanks to Robbie, both of you have been porn stars for years,” I replied, “she told the juicy details to everyone who would listen to her and men have been jerking off thinking about the stories ever since. Men have been fucking wives while thinking about you, women have been licking other women’s pussies as they think of you.”

“I’m in,” said Patti, “but we can’t do this without Robbie, what has happened to her.”

Connie filled us in with what she knew about Roberta, better known as Robbie. Over the years Robbie had been married and divorced 2-3 times, she had a couple kids along the way, she drank too much, she went to jail for kushinagar.net some drug related charges, she lost a son in Iraq, and she became a respectable single grandmother who had adopted and was raising two grandkids. I knew all of that and more about Robbie, but I didn’t bring it up at the time.

“After her son died she changed,” said Connie, “her son’s kids were living with her while he was in Iraq, their mother had abandoned them. She became the good mother they needed. Her granddaughter played on the same high school soccer team as my granddaughter, she was always on the sidelines cheering; she is a regular soccer mom.”

“That sounds like she may be a little too straight laced to talk about past orgies,” said Patti.

“No, no danger of that,” said Connie. She tells me she is horny every time I see her and she asks me which one of the coaches or fathers looks the most fuckable.”

“Same old Robbie,” Patti and I both said at the same time.

“I have always contended that we did not meet the minimum body count from both genders to call it an orgy,” I said, “but why did the Dean of Students come to me and say ‘I understand that an orgy took place in your room?'”

The ladies looked at each other and laughed. “Yes, we really do need to write out the whole story with all the details,” said Connie, “I’ll talk to Robbie.”

“How about BD,” I asked, BD was one of the other men involved. “it just so happens that I know he is still living on his family farm. I can talk to him about contributing his side of the story.”

Patti looked up with a big smile on her face and licked her lips, leaving no doubt about what she was thinking of doing with BD.

“You little slut, it that all you ever think about?” I asked.

“You think he knows how to write,” she asked. Patti had always thought of BD as a man who could be depended on to give her a hard fuck, but she obviously never thought highly of his intellectual prowess. I happened to know that he was a man of a lot more character that she ever knew. I decided I was going to invite BD to tell his story, no matter what the ladies thought.

Tim was the other man involved in our memorable evening, but nobody had any interest in hearing from him.

Prologue to Chapter 2

Written by Stan

Five of us were involved in a round of group sex one night in March long ago. Many years later we agreed to write out our own version of that night. Two years later we got together to read the accounts that had been written by each of us. I’m Stan and I wrote the prologues to each story, but the actual recollections were written by Connie, Robbie, Patti, BD and myself. I had received the stories from each of the participants and we had ongoing exchanges about the project, but no one other than me had seen other submissions until the night we got together for the reading.

When we gathered for the reading we put names in a hat and drew them out one at a time to determine the order of reading. As the editor and one of the authors, I claimed the right to go last. Connie’s name was drawn first, I passed out copies of what she had written to all the others and she read it out loud. We made our way through all five writers in the same manner. BD’s wife Ellen had come with him but she went off by herself at the other end of the house with a full set of the stories which she was reading to herself.

The order the accounts are presented here is the same as the order in which we read them to each other.

Chapter 2 Connie’s Story

When I started college I was an 18 year old virgin. A week later I was no longer a virgin. If I were to do it over again I would find a willing boy on the first day. I was fed up with my mother’s meddling into everything I did. I loved my mom, but after a dozen or so lectures about why I should stay a virgin until I got married, I made up my mind that I was going away to college and the first thing I was going to do was to find a boy to fuck. I wasn’t as brave as I thought, it took me a whole week.

I went through the first semester in college without realizing that my roommate was a lesbian. I knew Patti mostly hung out with a different group of friends that I did, but I was so naïve that I didn’t even realize they were all lesbians. It may have taken me even longer to figure it out if she hadn’t filled me in. I was telling her about a guy I had met and how I would so fuck him if I had a chance; she decided it was time to fill me in on her preferences in sex partners.

Even after that conversation Patti never brought up the subject, I was dying to try out girl/girl sex but she never talked about it. Finally I brought up the subject and told her I wanted to learn more. She asked me if I had a partner in mind. I was about to kick her ass when she grabbed me, kissed me and said, “I thought you would never ask.”

Sex with a girl was good, no, it was great, but I had a boy I had been screwing occasionally and I liked that as well. Truthfully I think I preferred girl sex at that point in my life, but I was so afraid to be known as a lesbian that I didn’t even come close to admitting it. I was afraid no boy would ever talk to me again if word got around. Attitudes were different way back then. I made Patti swear that she would never tell anyone, I made it a point to stay far away from her gay friends. As it turned out she had a possessive girlfriend named Anne who would have been very upset with her if she had known that the two of us were spending time in bed together. Patti told me that Anne was jealous and that she had been accusing her of having sex with me even before I ever realized that she was lesbian.

Before we go on I should tell you a little more about me. I’m five foot three inches tall with blond hair (it was blond then, silver grey now) and I’ve been thin all my life. My breasts stand out because I’m thin, even though at that time I was only size 34B. I think my butt was my best feature when I was in college, and based on the response I received from a number of men and a few women who spend time handling my butt, I’m sure they would agree.

Patti and I roomed together again the next year, I kept spending time with other friends and screwing boys. Patti continued to spend time with her friends and kept up a relationship with Anne. By that time I think most people realized she was one of the lez girls, but I don’t think that anyone realized that now and then, when we both wanted sex and weren’t getting any, that we were having girl/girl sex.

After our second year Anne graduated, she took a job far away and basically never spoke to Patti again. In the first semester of our third year, she and I starting to spend more time in the same bed. We also talked more about boys and what boy/girl sex was like. Patti was on the prowl for the right man and the right situation. Anne paid us a visit on the weekend of our big Christmas dance, she had brought along a perky little blond and they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Patti spent 15 minutes crying and telling me was going to scratch Anne’s eyes out, then she made up her mind that she was going to find a man and fuck him that night.

Stan happened to be in the right place at the right time. The two of them had hardly noticed each other before they danced. Before the night was over her boy/girl virgin days were over and a whole new Patti was launched. I think she nearly fucked Stan to death, and she found other guys as well. She would line up two guys and have me to come along and fuck one of them. When Patti decided she was bisexual, I started getting a lot more dick.

Robbie called me at the peak of Patti’s nympho stage and asked me if I could line up three men for her to have a marathon sex session with. I thought that with Patti’s help we could line her up with a gangbang. At the time my official boyfriend was a prick named Tim. He was also my first husband until we divorced in less than a year. Tim was the jealous type, but I don’t think he ever suspected that I had been having girl sex with Patti. I tried to teach him to be better at oral sex and tried to make him a better lover. He never learned, but he always wanted to know where I learned everything I knew about sex.

Once I invited him to meet Patti and me in Stan’s room, I was trying to make him stop being such a prude. We were on one bed kissing and feeling each other up, Patti and Stan were on the other bed. They got naked and Patti started to suck Stan’s cock, Tim stopped me when I started to unbuckle his belt. He thought what they were doing was “inappropriate” with us in the same room.

I even gave him a free pass to have sex with Patti. He was reluctant and scared the first time. Imagine that, his girlfriend gives him permission to fuck her ready and willing roommate and he is such a damn prude that he had to be asked twice. According to Patti, the first time they were together she sucked his cock for about three minutes before he shot his load.

I thought if he occasionally had sex with another girl, maybe he wouldn’t be so possessive with me, and at first I thought it was working because he asked Patti for another opportunity. The second time they were together she came back to our room, took off her pants, sat on the bed and spread her legs wide. I could see that there was cum oozing out of her pussy.

“Have a taste and guess whose it is,” she said, “either Stan or Tim.”

I tentatively ran a finger through the leaking cum and she said, “no, lick it out of me, taste it good.”

I spent some time licking her clit and enjoying the leaking cum, long enough to give her a couple good orgasms. When we stopped I said, “I can’t tell from taste, but based on the fact that you came back just after getting fucked and you still wanted more, I believe you have been with Tim.” I was right of course.

The next time Tim accused me of being too friendly with another guy I told him that I knew about he and Patti the second time and I acted pissed. The poor bastard didn’t know what to do. I didn’t mention to him that there was good reason to be concerned about me and another guy; I had just spent an hour in bed with the guy he was accusing me of seeing.

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