Reunion

A few weeks ago I went to my 20 year high school reunion. A lot of us were on Facebook and kept in touch for months leading up to the event. We booked rooms at the same hotel, as they gave us a small discount. I was flying in from out of state, as I moved years ago. I met my husband well after HS, so he didn't care to go, so I shared a room with a female classmate friend.

The event was fun, if a bit surreal. 20 years is a long time. A lot of the girls had gotten fat and many of the guys were bald. Most still looked good, though. We had a nice time chatting and finding out what people were up to these days. The old cliques from back in the day had disappeared, and everyone was friendly with everyone.

Afterwards at the hotel my friend and a few others came over to hang out and do some serious drinking. Some of our other classmates were throwing parties in their rooms too. People were coming and going from room to room to socialize and party. I was hanging out with a small group in our room when I got a text that said, "Come down to [room number]. The REAL party is over here." Included was a pic of one of our female classmate friends on the bed, legs splayed, fucking the former school jock. She was a cheerleader back in the day and still had a nice body. So did our jock friend.

We laughed our asses off and it was a WTF kind of moment. We decided to go over and check it out. It was just a couple of rooms down. We arrived and it was damn near standing room only. Everybody had drinks in their hands and were watching them fuck. Some cheered them on. A few of the guys watching had their pants unzipped and their dicks out, stroking to the scene. Damn that looked sexy. My friend got me a drink and we watched the show. It was only about a couple of minutes before the jock guy pulled out and shot a few thick streams of cum on her tits.

No sooner had they finished when another one of our friends grabbed one of the guys and pulled him on to the bed. She unzipped her skirt, tossed it aside, and rolled down her panties. She got on all fours to get some doggy style. The guy who fucked her was not someone I knew well in high school, but he had a sexy ass and looked good pumping her.

I got turned on watching all of this. I was feeling quite warm. I went over to one of my male friends who had his dick out and said, "When they finish, we should go next." He said okay. We never fucked in high school, so this would be making up for lost time. The guy next to him was someone I vaguely remembered, but he said he had a crush on me in high school and asked if he could fuck me too. I didn't know what to say. He wasn't that attractive then or now, but I just said, "Hell, I'll do both of you. Let's do a spit roast." We waited a few minutes until the couple on the bed finished. Our female friend rolled off of it and her pussy was totally creamed.

I told the guys to get on the bed and proceeded to liberate myself from my short halter top dress and give it to my friend. I dropped my panties, but didn't bother taking off my necklace or high heels. I asked the guys which end they wanted and they figured it out. I also told the people in the room, "No pictures."

It felt so good getting some cock. My vagina needed it. That first entry, the parting of the lips, and all of its associated warm, electric feeling of fullness is always the best.

I fucked and sucked, and the guys switched at one point to get a little of each. We had a good time, although I don't think it was the best sex I've had by a mile. It was still good. The guy I was sucking came first and I almost swallowed all of it, but not quite. I was in the middle of an orgasm from the fucking when that happened, so it was hard to swallow. The guy fucking me was close and asked me where I wanted it. I replied, "Anywhere," as I was on the pill. He decided to remain inside.

The room gave us an ovation and I'm pretty sure I blushed. I didn't bother cleaning up. I slipped on my panties and put my dress back on, and we went back to our room. I got a lot of compliments about my performance that evening and the next morning, and I was a little flattered by that, actually.

When I got home a couple of days later, my husband asked how the reunion went. I just said, "Well, we reunited, for sure."

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