Copyright 2010 by Stormbringer
Pamela Barnes let the robe drop to the floor and smiled when her husband whistled. ?You like?? she asked, twirling around for him. Pamela was wearing a baby doll teddy. It was light green and looked good on her with her long red hair. The bra squeezed her large bosom together giving her very impressive cleavage and it was sheer enough her pink nipples were visible. The panty was a thong that left the lush globes of her white ass bare. Her stomach was covered by the sheer green fabric, but her toned, fit body was clearly visible through it.
?Your doctor does good work,? said her husband, Richard.
Pamela smiled and climbed beside him on the bed. Her husband was her doctor. She was eighteen years younger then he was. They had met when she got hired as his receptionist nearly fifteen years ago. She laid on her side and looked at him sensually. She stared at him with her piercing green eyes. She knew she looked good and wondered why his face was buried in a medical journal instead of looking at her. She also wondered why she had to initiate sex all the time. Her hand moved over to rest on his stomach and slide under his pajamas. She cupped his genitalia in her hand and squeezed it. It was slow going, but she felt him harden. Richard took the hint. He rolled over, pulling his pajama bottoms down as Pamela quickly pulled the thong off.
Five minutes later, Richard rolled off her, breathing heavily, but grinning. Pamela raised her hips up to hold his sperm in, hoping they were finally making a baby. They had been trying for a year, but Richard had a low sperm count. The fertility doctor said, it was possible for him to impregnate her, but very unlikely. So far, he wasn't willing to seek alternative means of conceiving. She would have tried anything. A baby was what she wanted most in the world.
Pamela had applied for the job with Doctor Barnes when she was five years out of high school and had just about given up a career in drama. He was a prominent plastic surgeon and offered discounts to his employees. The chubby Pamela Barnes had taken him up on the offer and had some liposuction done to her thighs, ass, and belly. The results had been amazing. Doctor Barnes asked her out for coffee one day and she joined him. They found they had little in common, but both were lonely and soon they started dating.
They dated only for a year before he asked her to marry him and she accepted. Richard didn't want his wife to work so Pamela used her free time to start working out. She hired a fitness instructor who quickly had excess weight dropping off her body and her muscles toning up. She wanted to tan, but she had the pale white skin common among redheads and burned easily. Her skin was mostly pure white, but tanning brought out freckles, so she gave up the sunbathing idea.
Pamela's one remaining physical problem were her enormous breasts. They were DD cups that looked big on her chubby body and positively enormous on her fit body. The problem wasn't so much their size, but that they sagged. Richard lifted them so that they thrust out proudly to the world, but he didn't reduce them in size. She almost wished he had as they made her back hurt, but she liked all the attention they got her, especially at acting gigs.
A local theater group quickly took on the buxom redhead where they had turned down the chubby Pamela. She had now starred in three plays. It was all she had ever wanted to do before deciding it was time to become a mother.
?I think you should go,? said Richard, finally catching his breath.
?I hated high school, Richard. Plus, you can't go that weekend.?
?You're not the chubby geek girl you were twenty years ago, Pam. Go to your reunion. Show off that hot body of yours. Flirt a little. Let them see what they missed out on. Make them jealous.?
?I wouldn't mind rubbing it in a little.
?Then go. I'm sure half the hot girls back then are chubby now.?
Pamela sat up, leaned over, and kissed her husband. ?You know what? I think I will go.?
?Good, have fun.? Richard sat back up and returned to his magazine.
Pamela rolled over, but she couldn't sleep. Her three years of high school had been the worst years of her life. Pamela Porci was an overweight Wicca girl who dyed her luscious red hair, purple, wore black nail polish and eyeliner, and played dungeons and dragons. The nightmare began with the nickname, Porci Pig. She still couldn't watch Looney Tunes without picturing her high school tormentors.
Tormentor number one was Scott Johnson. He mercilessly teased her throughout high school, but the worst was in the auditorium. Several classes had been assigned to do short Shakespeare acts before the school. Pamela, Greta, and Hazel had opted to do the scene with the three witches from Macbeth. Greta and Hazel were the closest things she had to female friends. They included her in their group, but they were overly close and she suspected they were lesbians. Pam often felt like a third wheel around them. After their skit, Scott Johnson yelled out, ?Ba-de Ba-de Ba-de, That's all folks,? in his best Porky Pig voice and everyone laughed including many teachers, though he did get detention.
Then there were the blacks, Harlan, Gage, and Keisha. Their torments were daily. Keisha was dating Harlan and Pamela thought they had married after graduating. Keisha would say things like, ?Move that fat ass out of our way, white girl,? when they passed in the hall. Pamela had a particularly bad day and actually turned on Keisha to slap her, but Harlan easily grabbed her wrist. ?Don't touch my woman, bitch,? he growled. Afterwards, Pamela had hidden in the auditorium to cry. Gage and Harlan were close and rarely separated. Gage was the one that came up with the Porci Pig nickname and everyday made some sort of pig comment when he saw her. ?Yo Harlan, you smell bacon? Porci Pamela can sure ham it up. No, she's snout funny. Soooeeee, here piggy piggy.? And so on. She knew it was transference, but she came to associate all blacks with her three tormentors behavior. It wasn't fair, but she couldn't help it and was now quite bigoted.
She hated them.
Her last tormentor wasn't really a tormentor, but he ended up hurting her more then any of the others had. Preston Hunt was a friend since they were little and her secret crush. He was if anything, geekier then she was. He was her dungeon master and the two of them plus some others would play for hours in a bedroom lined with Star Wars Hasbro figures. Pam didn't even like role playing, but as long as Preston was there, she would follow just to hear his voice. He was short, skinny, and not much to look at, but he was the only guy who was ever consistently nice to her at least up until the day she kissed him. They were alone and both had decided to try drinking alcohol for the first time. She was thrilled when he didn't pull away as she leaned over to kiss him and his hand flew up to her enormous bosom, squeezing her tits. Soon his hand slipped under her black blouse, slid over several rolls of fat and then was playing with her nipples. Pam gasped and quickly felt her panties go wet. Her nipples had always been very sensitive. She decided to reward him and let her hand fall in his lap. She squeezed his bulge and heard him groan in pleasure. Preston went nuts and released her boob long enough to pull his pants down. Believing that from here on out, her life was taking a turn for the better, Pamela decided to do something guaranteed to keep Preston interested in her. She fell to her knees and sucked his dick. It was her first and last blow job. Oh he loved it alright. He guided her head with his hands and practically squealed like a girl when he came which was only after a few minutes. She even swallowed. The problem came afterwards. Preston wanted to do it again. He wanted to play with her breasts. He wanted to do all that and she was willing, but he didn't want to hold her hands in school or let her kiss him in front of anyone else. He quickly turned weird, not wanting to be seen with her at all, but always wanting her to come over when no one else was around. It didn't take Pamela long to realize, he was ashamed to be seen with her and when she did, it tore her heart on two. She couldn't stop crying for days and finally ended up emptying a bottle of sleeping pills down her throat. She was in the hospital for two days and missed school for a week while she underwent a psychological evaluation. She refused to talk to Preston after that or anyone else. She spent the last few months of school acting like a zombie, going through the motions until she graduated, but she didn't show up for the ceremony.
Pamela quickly wiped tears from her eyes so that her husband wouldn't notice. On graduation day, she moved far away from home. Her dream was to go to Hollywood, but she moved to New York City, took acting classes, tried to get a gig on Broadway, then off Broadway, then way off Broadway. Her money ran out, she moved to a cheaper apartment in the suburbs, and got hired as a receptionist by one of the kindest men she'd ever met.
Pamela boarded the plane to Atlanta wearing a black skirt with a slit up her thighs. She had on black heeled boots that went up just under her knees. She wore a green short sleeve pull over top, that hugged her bosom and showed off a lot of cleavage. She found her seat and waited for take off. She felt her body tremble slightly when she saw the blacks board the plane. She had know idea they lived anywhere near her. Pamela pulled herself together as they approached.
There were four of them. The first two were Harlan and Keisha. Unfortunately, in the twenty years since graduation, they hadn't lost their looks. Harlan was a black giant covered in muscles. It did look like he was losing his hair, but he's shaved it and it looked good on him. Keisha still had a nice body, but now had a little belly fat suggesting she'd had a baby. Pam would have traded her flat tummy for some belly fat and a baby, but the way things were going with Richard, there would be no baby anytime soon. Keisha had a strange face. It was attractive, beautiful even, but her mouth was constantly turned up in a sneer. It was like she had a huge chip on her shoulder and went through life hating everything. Harlan met Pamela's eyes and quickly looked at her bosom. Pam feigned a smile as she stared at him and he smiled back. Keisha followed him. Her eyes fell on the white woman with the big tits and her sneer got bigger.
Gage and another black woman were next. Probably his wife, but it was no one from their school. Unlike Harlan, Gage had let himself go since high school. Gage had an enormous belly, big arms, and several chins. His eyes also fell on her bosom and he licked his lips. Who is the pig now asshole, she thought, looking at his porcine face. Pamela smiled at the thought. Gage grinned back at her, thinking she was flirting and he winked. His wife followed, also overweight and not very pretty.
None of them seemed to recognize her.
The rest of the flight was without incident, but the two black men stared at her when she got up to use the bathroom. When they landed, Pam got off first and made her way to baggage claim. It always took awhile for the luggage to arrive, but Pam waited patiently. When the conveyor belt finally started up, she was surprised to see her large bag was first. She reached out for it, but a large black arm beat her to it. ?I got that for you, Miss,? said Harlan. He pulled it off the conveyor and handed it to her.
"Why thank you," she said, smiling at him.
"Harlan, get your black ass over here," yelled Keisha.
Harlan winced. "You're welcome, Miss."
"I'll see you in a few hours," said Pamela. She winked at him, enjoying his look of confusion.
"What did that white bitch say to you?" asked Keisha, as Pamela was walking away.
Pamela smiled.
Pamela stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. Her suitcase was open on the bed. She pulled out her outfit for the evening. First she pulled out the tight green bra. It was sheer, but tight and squeezed her boobs together amplifying her cleavage even more. The matching thong was sheer and tight. It mashed her red pubic hair down and she'd even had to trim some of her hair. The top was a dark green halter top with spaghetti straps holding it over her shoulders. Her large bosom made it hang loose over her belly and it stopped an inch over her navel. She left her belly bare to show off her flat stomach and the large $500 diamond on the pin through her navel. If she reached up, the top would show off her entire belly and maybe even the bottom of her bra. The second half of her outfit was a short green skirt, sort of like a cheerleading skirt that left most of her legs bare.
Pam twirled around in front of the mirror. She looked fantastic, but wasn't sure if it was sexy or borderline slutty. Her outfit was cool and June in Atlanta was hot, so she'd be comfortable in it. Plus, she knew other women who had kept their figures would be showing them off. She put on her green heels last, loving how they showed off her legs.
Pamela sent off a text to Richard stating that she had arrived safely and was going down to the reunion.
Pam had to pass the front desk on her way to the banquet hall. The creepy looking black guy who had checked her in stared at her as she walked by. He hadn't taken his eyes off her breasts the whole time he'd checked her in. She held her head up as she passed.
Pamela felt all eyes on her when she entered the large banquet hall. She was glad the reunion wasn't at her old school. She wasn't sure she could have handled walking back in there. She pushed her shoulders back and strolled up to the table holding the nametags. The two former cheerleaders sitting at the table just stared at her. "Pamela Porci Barnes," she said.
"Porci Pig!" exclaimed the ex cheerleader, Melissa who had also been homecoming queen. She held her hand over her mouth for a moment before removing it. "Sorry Pamela."
Pamela was shooting death rays out of her eyes, but relaxed. "That's alright, Melissa."
"You've changed." Melissa slid the badge over to her.
"Thank you," said Pam, turning to pin the badge on her chest.
?I'll get that for you, Miss,? said a man's voice.
?No thank you,? said Pam, looking up. She froze a moment when she saw the speaker was Scott Johnson. ?I can handle this, Scott.?
Scott had aged well and was quite good looking. He stared at her trying to look suave when she removed her hand from the nametag. ?P-p-porci Pi? Pamela. Pamela Porci!?
?Yes, Scott. Nice to see you.?
?You look amazing.?
?Thanks. You're looking good to.?
?Can I get you a drink at the bar??
?Maybe later.? Pamela turned away from the stunned man. She entered the large room. There was a dance floor. A band was tuning up on it. A big hair eighties band no less. The bar area was crowded. Tables surrounded the dance floor and it looked like most of her class was already here.
Pam looked around and spied the two women near the bar. She strolled up to them, grinning. Both women's eyes ran over her body and focused on her breasts. My god, they are lesbians, she thought. ?Hello Hazel. Greta," she said, approaching them. Greta was still a little Wicca. She was chubby, wore a black dress and had black nail polish. Her black rimmed glasses were new, she hadn't worn any in school. Hazel was no longer Wicca, but had gone butch, Hair cut short and kind of tough looking.
"Pamela!" they said in unison. Both women hugged her to the point Pamela got uncomfortable.
"Nice to see you two," said Pam.
"Hazel here didn't want to come, but I made her," said Greta.
"This fucking state doesn't recognize our marriage," exclaimed Hazel.
"Well I'm happy for you both."
"Join us for dinner?" asked Greta.
"Sure."
?Lets find a table near the food,? grunted Hazel. ?I'll go get us some beers,? she added after the three found a table no one had claimed. She returned ten minutes later with three bottles of beer and three shots. ?A toast??
Pamela held her shot up. ?To Macbeth.?
?To Macbeth,? responded Hazel.
?And the three witches,? added Greta.
The three women caught up with the lesbian couple going first. Pamela told them of her life after school, quest for a baby, and how she got so fit. ?My husband, the doctor, only had to lift them up a bit. They were tremendously saggy,? she finished.
?You're lying. Those things are fake,? said Hazel. ?Don't fuck with me, Porci.?
?She always did have big boobs, honey,? said Greta.
?Oh I remember them too, Greta, but I know implants when I see them.
Pamela leaned forwards. ?Go ahead and touch them. Both of you.?
Greta and Hazel didn't need to be asked twice. Each reached out a hand and grabbed one of Pam's boobs. ?Fuck, they are real,? said an awed Hazel, who didn't stop squeezing Pam's breast.
?My husband, the doctor, just had to tighten the skin a bit to lift them up some,? Pam explained again. ?You can stop touching them now.? Both women pulled back, but still stared at Pam's chest.
The class president came up on the stage and made some announcements. Then she told what tables could get up for the buffet. As soon as everyone was seated and eating, the band started up. Greta got them another round of beers and three more shots. Pamela bought the third round after they had finished dessert. Her head was spinning a little after the third shot. The beer wasn't helping either. Pam was about to announce that she was going to go mingle when a male voice said, ?Would you like to dance, Pam??
Pamela turned to see Scott Johnson again. ?Sure Scott, why not??
The song was fast and the two danced and talked. Scott was divorced and seemed disappointed to find out that Pam was married. ?I'll get us some refills,? he said, when Pam drained her beer.
No sooner had he turned away when Pamela was spun around and into the arms of Harlan. She found her boobs smashed against a hard muscular chest. It was the closest contact she'd ever had to a black man. He twirled her around once. ?Pamela Porci, I don't believe it,? he said.
?You had no idea who I was on the plane,? she laughed. He laughter faded when he pulled her tight again and she felt an enormous bulge against her bare belly. He must be stuffing a sock in there, she thought, or maybe two socks, but then the thing moved slightly and she pulled back.
?What do you do for a living, Pam??
?Northing. My husband, the doctor, doesn't want me working and we're trying to have a baby.?
?What do you mean trying? Keisha had to get her tubes tied after the fourth kid practically walked out of her.?
Pam didn't want to tell him about their troubles conceiving, so she lied. ?We just decided to start trying recently.?
?What kind of Doctor??
?Plastic surgeon.?
?Obviously,? laughed Harlan. ?He does good work.?
?Enough. They're real. My husband only had to firm them up some.?
?Real my ass? Wait a minute, Pamela Porci Barnes? Is your husband Dr. Richard Barnes??
?Why yes,? she said, surprised.
?You live in Westwood, New Jersey then. I'm in charge of trash collection there.?
?Small world.?
?Maybe after tonight we should stay in touch.? Harlan pulled her back into his body and pressed his crotch against her belly at the word, 'touch?. If felt even bigger against her belly this time.
Pamela pulled back again. ?Sure we could double date or something. I thought you were going be a pro football player. How'd you end up a garbage man??
Harlan frowned, but his cockiness retuned. He knew the reunion game. Pam hadn't gone to their tenth reunion, but there everyone had been bragging about their jobs, big houses, spouses, etc. ?I'm manager of the entire department, thank you. I have a healthy salary, benefits, and a pension.?
?I'm back,? said Scott, standing behind her. He waited a few moments before adding. ?I brought your beer, Pamela.
?I'm not ready to let her go,? said the giant black man, looking down into Pamela's green eyes.
?Harlan!? screamed Keisha. ?Get you black ass over here and dance with your wife.?
?Now I'm ready,? said Harlan. ?Maybe we can get together later, Pam..? He winked at her and turned just as his wife ran up and grabbed his arm.
Pam turned and took the beer from Scott. She took a few gulps and then they started dancing again. Things were going well tonight. Harlan was making innuendos to her and Keisha was jealous. She clearly didn't want her husband anywhere near Pamela. Scott was practically drooling like a little puppy just to keep her near him. She took a swig and wrapped an arm around Scott's neck as they started dancing again. For the next hour, Pamela Porci was very popular. She always had a dance partner and a drink in her hand.
?Wanna get some air?? asked Scott after another dance, when the band took a break.
?Sure,? replied Pam. ?Some fresh air might clear my head. Scott took her hand and pulled her towards the exit. She let him hold her hand. Maybe she'd tease him some more and then tell him to ?Fuck off.? As they neared the exit, her heart skipped a beat. Preston was standing there, looking alone and dejected. He was drinking and staring into the crowd. Then his eyes fell on her body and like everyone else stared at her belly and breasts. He was short, thin, ugly, and nearly bald. Other then the initial shock at seeing him, she felt nothing. She was over her first crush. Pamela smiled and he looked surprised as their eyes met.
Pam and Scott left the hotel. ?Warm night,? said Scott.
?That's Hotlanta for you.? Pam followed him to the parking lot. ?Where are we going?? she asked.
?My SUV is right here. I'm not staying at the hotel. I only live an hour away.?
They arrived at his large SUV still holding hands. Scott quickly tugged her hand and pulled her into his arms. Before Pamela knew what hit her, he was kissing her. She wanted to struggle, but instead found herself kissing him back. She still hated him, but he was younger then her husband, in better shape, and better looking. Her husband rarely, if ever, kissed her this lustfully or passionately. Scott's hands found their way to her breasts and she moaned as their tongues teased each other. ?Lets get in,? he whispered.
?Ok,? said Pam. She was breathing heavily. It was a little embarrassing to be so turned on. She'd found herself wanting sex more often then Richard was capable of giving as she entered her sexual peak. The fertility pills made her even hornier. Plus, the hormones were making her nipples ultra sensitive and just touching them made her pussy wet. Alcohol always loosened her inhibitions too. Pamela realized she was a walking sexual time bomb as she climbed in the car beside Scott. She'd need to control herself, but she wanted to tease this asshole some more.
Scott was kissing her again the moment she sat beside him. Then his hands were on the spaghetti straps holding her top on. ?No!? she said, when he tried to pull them down.
?Please,? he begged. ?I really want to see those big melons.?
?Alright. Since you're such a smooth talker, but let me do it.? Pam pulled her top down, watching his eyes go big in anticipation. The bra's clasps was in the front. Pam unhooked it and her DD's sprang out, up thrust and firm thanks to her husband. She pulled the bra off.
?Dear god! They're magnificent!? Scott's hands sprang out to squeeze them again.
Pam decided to let him play with her breasts for a minute and then she planned on telling him she was going back inside, but then he started gently teasing her nipples and she thought she'd let him go on a little longer. She was about to make him stop when he bent down and licked one nipple. Dear god, she thought, echoing his words. That feels good. His tongue would flicker over one of her hard pink nipples and then he'd suck the entire tip of her breast into his mouth. Her pussy was gushing. Scott kept sucking, though he was fumbling with something under him. Scott sighed and quit fumbling between his legs. He switched to her other breast, his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling it forwards.
Pam was a little ***** and confused as her hand wrapped around a hard shaft. She squeezed it, quickly realizing what it was as Scott leaned back. She was holding Scott Johnson, asshole tormentors? penis and what a penis it was. ?Wow!? she said, regretting feeding his ego.
?Impressed. Bigger then hubby's is it??
?A lot bigger,? she replied. Damn him, but it was bigger, by two or three inches she guessed. Richard's penis strained to reach six inches. Nor had Richard's penis been this hard in several years. Her husband's penis seemed to get floppier each year.
?Good. Why don't you climb onboard then??
Pamela smirked and gently ran her hand up the shaft, caressing it. ?I'm a married woman, Scott.?
?Just imagine how good that thing would feel in your pussy,? said Scott, reaching out to toy with her nipples again.
Pamela couldn't help herself and moaned. ?Yes, it probably would feel good,? she whispered.
Scott kissed her neck before saying, ?My cock can reach places your husband can't. ? He kissed her again. ?I've never had a complaint.? He kissed up under her chin. ?Any woman I fuck cums at least once and most multiple times.?
?Hmm, I'm tempted,? moaned Pamela. He was making a persuasive argument. Richard had never made her cum, but she had given herself orgasms, though she didn't masturbate much anymore. ?But no.? Pamela felt her hand slide down to the base of his cock, then back up. Lubrication was pouring from his pee slit, coating his cock.
?Why don't you suck it then baby?? Scott kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, their tongues fighting, first in her mouth, then his.
Pamela pushed him back. ?No, this has gone far enough,? she said, her hand jerking up and down his shaft. ?I should go.?
?Let me play with your tits some more.? Scott pushed her back slightly and took one nipple between his teeth again.
Pamela gasped. She had never been this horny. Richard had given her permission to tease, but this probably wasn't what he had in mind. She looked over at the cock in her hand. It would feel good in her pussy, she knew, but she was married, very fertile, and she hated this asshole. She suddenly knew how to pay him back for tormenting her. She would leave him high and dry.
Scott leaned back in the seat, moaning, but he kept playing with one of her nipples. ?God, it's even bigger now,? she whispered a little awed by his penis. She slowed her strokes to get a better glimpse of the swollen shaft.
?Last chance,? groaned Scott. ?I'd sure like to fuck you.?
?I'm never going to fuck you, asshole,? she replied, sneering. Now Pamela, she thought to herself. He's getting close. Stop and leave him hanging. Her hand kept moving. His cock was hot and it throbbed with life. His balls were splayed out on the car seat. They were impressive. I want to see it squirt. No, leave him with blue balls, Pamela. She couldn't stop jerking his cock. He was close, going to blow at any moment. She had to stop now or it would blow? His cock jerked and an impressive wad of semen struck the back of the front passenger seat. It had shot out at least six inches and several more wads squirted out, but they didn't make it as far and fell on the floor. It was an amazing sight to see and Pamela was glad she hadn't stopped jerking him off, but she was a little pissed at herself for enjoying it so much. ?Damn it,? she said as she kept stroking it until every drop was drained. She even got some on her hand. Pamela released his cock and opened the car door. She stepped outside topless and began pulling her green top back up.
?What's wrong, baby?? asked Scott. ?I was hoping you'd change your mind and come home with me.?
?No way.?
?Then we could go up to your room.?
?You don't get it Scott Johnson. I hate you. You like this body. Well, I'd be fucking you all night if you had just been a little nicer to me back in high school.?
?Sorry, I was a jerk. Let me make it up to you.?
?You're never touching this body again, Scott? Pamela turned and walked away.
Scott slid up to his driver's seat. He started his SUV and pulled out, rolling down his window as he caught up to her. ?Thanks for the hand job, Porci Pig,? he yelled. ?And for the souvenir.? Scott held up her bra and sped off.
?Fuck.? Pamela stamped her foot down. If she had been holding anything, she would have thrown it at him. She did hold up her hand and give him the finger. Pamela looked at her hand. The flap of skin between her thumb and forefinger was covered in sperm. She had nothing to wipe it off. Pamela put her hand in her mouth and sucked it off. She tasted the cold fluid on her tongue before spitting it out. She hadn't hurt him at all. She'd even gotten him off and now she had tasted his sperm. She stamped her heeled foot down again. That hadn't gone as planned.
As Pamela neared the hotel. She saw some dark figures smoking behind a dumpster. One whistled at her. ?Hey, Pamela come join us.?
Pam turned and headed in that direction. It had sounded like Harlan. ?Harlan??
?Yeah. Come have a smoke with us.? Harlan waited until she was close. ?Take a hit.?
Pamela's hand automatically came up and accepted the cigarette, correction joint. She had smoked pot with Hazel and Greta a few times back in school, but hadn't touched the stuff in twenty years. They were staring at her expectantly. She didn't want to suck something that had been in a black man's mouth, but she took a hit hoping it would calm her down and make her forget about Scott. She exhaled and passed it over to Gage. There were four black men in the alley, one she didn't recognize, but the other was dressed in a hotel uniform and had been the pervert who checked her into her room. They passed the joint around a bit, the four black men staring at her tits the whole time. She was used to it, but glanced down to see what they were looking at. Without her bra, the entire outline of her areola were visible under her top and her nipples were rock hard, pushing the material outwards. ?I should get inside,? she said, starting to feel uncomfortable.
?Alright,? said Harlan. ?Hey, the reunion's starting to wind down in there. We're having an after party. Interested??
?Maybe. Let me know what's going on. Thanks for the smoke.? Pamela turned, heading for the hotel lobby. The weed hit her before she reached the door. ?Damn!? she said, shaking her head to try and clear it. Everything suddenly seemed amplified. She felt drunker and she could feel the material of her top rubbing her nipples. Cool night air was blowing up under her top, caressing her bare breasts. The pot amplified her horniness too. Damn you Scott, she thought. If she'd had his number she would have been tempted to call him back. His seven or eight inch penis could take care of her problem and he probably didn't have a low sperm count either. Evil thoughts, Pamela, she thought. Evil thoughts. She was thankful she didn't have his number.
?Pamela,? said a voice as she stepped into the lobby.
Pam stopped and looked at the skinny bald man. ?Preston. How are you??
?Good. You look amazing.?
?Thanks.?
?Lets go back to the reunion and I'll buy you a drink,? said Preston.
Not that she needed another drink, but Pamela accepted the beer from Preston after he got two from the bartender. ?So how's life?? she asked. ?Married? Kids??
?Never married. No kids. You??
?Married. He's a good guy, a doctor. As for kids, we're trying.?
?Oh.? Preston looked sad and dejected suddenly. ?Why'd you come back, Pamela? You were as miserable in high school as I was.?
?Same reason everyone does, see old friends, brag, show off how much you've changed. What about you??
?I came here hoping to see you.?
?Oh??
?Lets go up to my room. I've got something to show you.?
?Alright, but only for a few minutes.?
Pamela followed Preston to the elevator and the two rode up a few floors silently until Preston said, ?I can't believe how hot looking you are.?
?Thanks. My husband is a plastic surgeon. I got some liposuction to start me off, but most of my body is thanks to a personal trainer at my gym. My husband had to lift my boobs up a little. You remember how big my boobs were. They were pretty saggy.? Pamela watched Preston turn bright red. Of course, he remembered how big they were, he'd played with them.
Preston fumbled with his key card as she followed him to the door. She entered a room identical to her own. ?So Preston, what did you want to show me? I'm eager to get back down to the party.?
?It's on the table there. Let me get it.? Preston picked up a piece of paper in a plastic sleeve. And handed it to Pam.
Pam looked at it and smiled. It was a Shakespearean sonnet she had written for Preston the night she had given him the blow job. She had presented it to him the next day in school. ?It's not that good really,? she said. ?Why'd you save it??
?It reminded me of you. Blowing it with you was the biggest mistake of my life. The only reason I came here was to see you.?
?Fuck you Preston Hunt.? Pam was suddenly very angry. ?I tried to kill myself because of you.?
?I know, I'm sorry. I just had this fantasy of coming here and apologizing to you and we'd pick up where we left off. I know it was stupid, but I had to try. Now I see you're married.?
?And out of your league, geek. I bet you wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with me now?? She walked right up to him with the intention of slapping him. Instead, she grabbed his crotch. ?Did you come here hoping I'd suck your dick again??
?No? Yes. I haven't had one since. ?
Pamela felt him hardening under her grasp. She was shocked to realize she was dealing with what was probably a 38 year old virgin. Her desire for revenge trumped the sorrow she felt for him. She quickly had an idea on how to get him back. Pamela fell to her knees and fumbled with the buttons on Preston's trousers. ?I bet you'd love to have a woman as hot as I am sucking your dick.? Pam reached in his underwear and pulled Preston's penis out. It was the first she'd ever seen and the only one she'd ever put in her mouth. Funny, but she hadn't remembered it being this large. It was an inch or so bigger than Richard's, not quite as big as Scott's nice cock and it was skinnier, matching Preston's body. Pam leaned forward and licked the head.
?Oh god!?
?You want a blow job or maybe you'd like to titty fuck me?? Pamela pulled her green top off over her head and revealed her breasts to her old classmate.
?Oh god,? he said again when she squeezed his dick between her big white breasts. The head of his penis was sticking out of her breasts. She flickered her tongue over the head again.
Pam hadn't intended on actually tasting him, but she knew that teasing him with her tongue would drive him nuts and she could feel him trembling as she kneeled in front of him. Pamela had decided to get his hopes up and then tell him to fuck off. The only way a geek loser like Preston could have a woman like Pamela suck his dick was to pay her and Pam didn't need the money. Pam pulled back until his cock fell out of her breasts and hovered right in front of her mouth. ?Well Preston, this hot redhead is about to give you the best blow job of your life? Not,? and as the last word came out of her open mouth, Preston grabbed her head and pushed his dick in her mouth. ?Hmmmph,? choked Pamela in surprise.
Pam tried to push back against his hips, but he pushed it back in her mouth. She pushed back again, hesitated and then pulled him forwards, letting his penis slide down her throat. The moan in Pam's throat matched the one coming from Preston. Old feelings started to resurface. At one time she had loved this man. She attacked his cock with gusto, staring cross-eyed at the shaft disappearing in and out of her mouth. Pam pulled back and ran her tongue all over the sleek helmeted head of his shaft. She pushed down and took him all the way in her mouth, her lips burying in his pubic hair.
Pamela's pussy was dripping and she made up her mind to fuck him. She couldn't ever remember being this horny. She would stay with him this one night and do anything he asked. Afterwards they w
Pamela Barnes let the robe drop to the floor and smiled when her husband whistled. ?You like?? she asked, twirling around for him. Pamela was wearing a baby doll teddy. It was light green and looked good on her with her long red hair. The bra squeezed her large bosom together giving her very impressive cleavage and it was sheer enough her pink nipples were visible. The panty was a thong that left the lush globes of her white ass bare. Her stomach was covered by the sheer green fabric, but her toned, fit body was clearly visible through it.
?Your doctor does good work,? said her husband, Richard.
Pamela smiled and climbed beside him on the bed. Her husband was her doctor. She was eighteen years younger then he was. They had met when she got hired as his receptionist nearly fifteen years ago. She laid on her side and looked at him sensually. She stared at him with her piercing green eyes. She knew she looked good and wondered why his face was buried in a medical journal instead of looking at her. She also wondered why she had to initiate sex all the time. Her hand moved over to rest on his stomach and slide under his pajamas. She cupped his genitalia in her hand and squeezed it. It was slow going, but she felt him harden. Richard took the hint. He rolled over, pulling his pajama bottoms down as Pamela quickly pulled the thong off.
Five minutes later, Richard rolled off her, breathing heavily, but grinning. Pamela raised her hips up to hold his sperm in, hoping they were finally making a baby. They had been trying for a year, but Richard had a low sperm count. The fertility doctor said, it was possible for him to impregnate her, but very unlikely. So far, he wasn't willing to seek alternative means of conceiving. She would have tried anything. A baby was what she wanted most in the world.
Pamela had applied for the job with Doctor Barnes when she was five years out of high school and had just about given up a career in drama. He was a prominent plastic surgeon and offered discounts to his employees. The chubby Pamela Barnes had taken him up on the offer and had some liposuction done to her thighs, ass, and belly. The results had been amazing. Doctor Barnes asked her out for coffee one day and she joined him. They found they had little in common, but both were lonely and soon they started dating.
They dated only for a year before he asked her to marry him and she accepted. Richard didn't want his wife to work so Pamela used her free time to start working out. She hired a fitness instructor who quickly had excess weight dropping off her body and her muscles toning up. She wanted to tan, but she had the pale white skin common among redheads and burned easily. Her skin was mostly pure white, but tanning brought out freckles, so she gave up the sunbathing idea.
Pamela's one remaining physical problem were her enormous breasts. They were DD cups that looked big on her chubby body and positively enormous on her fit body. The problem wasn't so much their size, but that they sagged. Richard lifted them so that they thrust out proudly to the world, but he didn't reduce them in size. She almost wished he had as they made her back hurt, but she liked all the attention they got her, especially at acting gigs.
A local theater group quickly took on the buxom redhead where they had turned down the chubby Pamela. She had now starred in three plays. It was all she had ever wanted to do before deciding it was time to become a mother.
?I think you should go,? said Richard, finally catching his breath.
?I hated high school, Richard. Plus, you can't go that weekend.?
?You're not the chubby geek girl you were twenty years ago, Pam. Go to your reunion. Show off that hot body of yours. Flirt a little. Let them see what they missed out on. Make them jealous.?
?I wouldn't mind rubbing it in a little.
?Then go. I'm sure half the hot girls back then are chubby now.?
Pamela sat up, leaned over, and kissed her husband. ?You know what? I think I will go.?
?Good, have fun.? Richard sat back up and returned to his magazine.
Pamela rolled over, but she couldn't sleep. Her three years of high school had been the worst years of her life. Pamela Porci was an overweight Wicca girl who dyed her luscious red hair, purple, wore black nail polish and eyeliner, and played dungeons and dragons. The nightmare began with the nickname, Porci Pig. She still couldn't watch Looney Tunes without picturing her high school tormentors.
Tormentor number one was Scott Johnson. He mercilessly teased her throughout high school, but the worst was in the auditorium. Several classes had been assigned to do short Shakespeare acts before the school. Pamela, Greta, and Hazel had opted to do the scene with the three witches from Macbeth. Greta and Hazel were the closest things she had to female friends. They included her in their group, but they were overly close and she suspected they were lesbians. Pam often felt like a third wheel around them. After their skit, Scott Johnson yelled out, ?Ba-de Ba-de Ba-de, That's all folks,? in his best Porky Pig voice and everyone laughed including many teachers, though he did get detention.
Then there were the blacks, Harlan, Gage, and Keisha. Their torments were daily. Keisha was dating Harlan and Pamela thought they had married after graduating. Keisha would say things like, ?Move that fat ass out of our way, white girl,? when they passed in the hall. Pamela had a particularly bad day and actually turned on Keisha to slap her, but Harlan easily grabbed her wrist. ?Don't touch my woman, bitch,? he growled. Afterwards, Pamela had hidden in the auditorium to cry. Gage and Harlan were close and rarely separated. Gage was the one that came up with the Porci Pig nickname and everyday made some sort of pig comment when he saw her. ?Yo Harlan, you smell bacon? Porci Pamela can sure ham it up. No, she's snout funny. Soooeeee, here piggy piggy.? And so on. She knew it was transference, but she came to associate all blacks with her three tormentors behavior. It wasn't fair, but she couldn't help it and was now quite bigoted.
She hated them.
Her last tormentor wasn't really a tormentor, but he ended up hurting her more then any of the others had. Preston Hunt was a friend since they were little and her secret crush. He was if anything, geekier then she was. He was her dungeon master and the two of them plus some others would play for hours in a bedroom lined with Star Wars Hasbro figures. Pam didn't even like role playing, but as long as Preston was there, she would follow just to hear his voice. He was short, skinny, and not much to look at, but he was the only guy who was ever consistently nice to her at least up until the day she kissed him. They were alone and both had decided to try drinking alcohol for the first time. She was thrilled when he didn't pull away as she leaned over to kiss him and his hand flew up to her enormous bosom, squeezing her tits. Soon his hand slipped under her black blouse, slid over several rolls of fat and then was playing with her nipples. Pam gasped and quickly felt her panties go wet. Her nipples had always been very sensitive. She decided to reward him and let her hand fall in his lap. She squeezed his bulge and heard him groan in pleasure. Preston went nuts and released her boob long enough to pull his pants down. Believing that from here on out, her life was taking a turn for the better, Pamela decided to do something guaranteed to keep Preston interested in her. She fell to her knees and sucked his dick. It was her first and last blow job. Oh he loved it alright. He guided her head with his hands and practically squealed like a girl when he came which was only after a few minutes. She even swallowed. The problem came afterwards. Preston wanted to do it again. He wanted to play with her breasts. He wanted to do all that and she was willing, but he didn't want to hold her hands in school or let her kiss him in front of anyone else. He quickly turned weird, not wanting to be seen with her at all, but always wanting her to come over when no one else was around. It didn't take Pamela long to realize, he was ashamed to be seen with her and when she did, it tore her heart on two. She couldn't stop crying for days and finally ended up emptying a bottle of sleeping pills down her throat. She was in the hospital for two days and missed school for a week while she underwent a psychological evaluation. She refused to talk to Preston after that or anyone else. She spent the last few months of school acting like a zombie, going through the motions until she graduated, but she didn't show up for the ceremony.
Pamela quickly wiped tears from her eyes so that her husband wouldn't notice. On graduation day, she moved far away from home. Her dream was to go to Hollywood, but she moved to New York City, took acting classes, tried to get a gig on Broadway, then off Broadway, then way off Broadway. Her money ran out, she moved to a cheaper apartment in the suburbs, and got hired as a receptionist by one of the kindest men she'd ever met.
Pamela boarded the plane to Atlanta wearing a black skirt with a slit up her thighs. She had on black heeled boots that went up just under her knees. She wore a green short sleeve pull over top, that hugged her bosom and showed off a lot of cleavage. She found her seat and waited for take off. She felt her body tremble slightly when she saw the blacks board the plane. She had know idea they lived anywhere near her. Pamela pulled herself together as they approached.
There were four of them. The first two were Harlan and Keisha. Unfortunately, in the twenty years since graduation, they hadn't lost their looks. Harlan was a black giant covered in muscles. It did look like he was losing his hair, but he's shaved it and it looked good on him. Keisha still had a nice body, but now had a little belly fat suggesting she'd had a baby. Pam would have traded her flat tummy for some belly fat and a baby, but the way things were going with Richard, there would be no baby anytime soon. Keisha had a strange face. It was attractive, beautiful even, but her mouth was constantly turned up in a sneer. It was like she had a huge chip on her shoulder and went through life hating everything. Harlan met Pamela's eyes and quickly looked at her bosom. Pam feigned a smile as she stared at him and he smiled back. Keisha followed him. Her eyes fell on the white woman with the big tits and her sneer got bigger.
Gage and another black woman were next. Probably his wife, but it was no one from their school. Unlike Harlan, Gage had let himself go since high school. Gage had an enormous belly, big arms, and several chins. His eyes also fell on her bosom and he licked his lips. Who is the pig now asshole, she thought, looking at his porcine face. Pamela smiled at the thought. Gage grinned back at her, thinking she was flirting and he winked. His wife followed, also overweight and not very pretty.
None of them seemed to recognize her.
The rest of the flight was without incident, but the two black men stared at her when she got up to use the bathroom. When they landed, Pam got off first and made her way to baggage claim. It always took awhile for the luggage to arrive, but Pam waited patiently. When the conveyor belt finally started up, she was surprised to see her large bag was first. She reached out for it, but a large black arm beat her to it. ?I got that for you, Miss,? said Harlan. He pulled it off the conveyor and handed it to her.
"Why thank you," she said, smiling at him.
"Harlan, get your black ass over here," yelled Keisha.
Harlan winced. "You're welcome, Miss."
"I'll see you in a few hours," said Pamela. She winked at him, enjoying his look of confusion.
"What did that white bitch say to you?" asked Keisha, as Pamela was walking away.
Pamela smiled.
Pamela stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. Her suitcase was open on the bed. She pulled out her outfit for the evening. First she pulled out the tight green bra. It was sheer, but tight and squeezed her boobs together amplifying her cleavage even more. The matching thong was sheer and tight. It mashed her red pubic hair down and she'd even had to trim some of her hair. The top was a dark green halter top with spaghetti straps holding it over her shoulders. Her large bosom made it hang loose over her belly and it stopped an inch over her navel. She left her belly bare to show off her flat stomach and the large $500 diamond on the pin through her navel. If she reached up, the top would show off her entire belly and maybe even the bottom of her bra. The second half of her outfit was a short green skirt, sort of like a cheerleading skirt that left most of her legs bare.
Pam twirled around in front of the mirror. She looked fantastic, but wasn't sure if it was sexy or borderline slutty. Her outfit was cool and June in Atlanta was hot, so she'd be comfortable in it. Plus, she knew other women who had kept their figures would be showing them off. She put on her green heels last, loving how they showed off her legs.
Pamela sent off a text to Richard stating that she had arrived safely and was going down to the reunion.
Pam had to pass the front desk on her way to the banquet hall. The creepy looking black guy who had checked her in stared at her as she walked by. He hadn't taken his eyes off her breasts the whole time he'd checked her in. She held her head up as she passed.
Pamela felt all eyes on her when she entered the large banquet hall. She was glad the reunion wasn't at her old school. She wasn't sure she could have handled walking back in there. She pushed her shoulders back and strolled up to the table holding the nametags. The two former cheerleaders sitting at the table just stared at her. "Pamela Porci Barnes," she said.
"Porci Pig!" exclaimed the ex cheerleader, Melissa who had also been homecoming queen. She held her hand over her mouth for a moment before removing it. "Sorry Pamela."
Pamela was shooting death rays out of her eyes, but relaxed. "That's alright, Melissa."
"You've changed." Melissa slid the badge over to her.
"Thank you," said Pam, turning to pin the badge on her chest.
?I'll get that for you, Miss,? said a man's voice.
?No thank you,? said Pam, looking up. She froze a moment when she saw the speaker was Scott Johnson. ?I can handle this, Scott.?
Scott had aged well and was quite good looking. He stared at her trying to look suave when she removed her hand from the nametag. ?P-p-porci Pi? Pamela. Pamela Porci!?
?Yes, Scott. Nice to see you.?
?You look amazing.?
?Thanks. You're looking good to.?
?Can I get you a drink at the bar??
?Maybe later.? Pamela turned away from the stunned man. She entered the large room. There was a dance floor. A band was tuning up on it. A big hair eighties band no less. The bar area was crowded. Tables surrounded the dance floor and it looked like most of her class was already here.
Pam looked around and spied the two women near the bar. She strolled up to them, grinning. Both women's eyes ran over her body and focused on her breasts. My god, they are lesbians, she thought. ?Hello Hazel. Greta," she said, approaching them. Greta was still a little Wicca. She was chubby, wore a black dress and had black nail polish. Her black rimmed glasses were new, she hadn't worn any in school. Hazel was no longer Wicca, but had gone butch, Hair cut short and kind of tough looking.
"Pamela!" they said in unison. Both women hugged her to the point Pamela got uncomfortable.
"Nice to see you two," said Pam.
"Hazel here didn't want to come, but I made her," said Greta.
"This fucking state doesn't recognize our marriage," exclaimed Hazel.
"Well I'm happy for you both."
"Join us for dinner?" asked Greta.
"Sure."
?Lets find a table near the food,? grunted Hazel. ?I'll go get us some beers,? she added after the three found a table no one had claimed. She returned ten minutes later with three bottles of beer and three shots. ?A toast??
Pamela held her shot up. ?To Macbeth.?
?To Macbeth,? responded Hazel.
?And the three witches,? added Greta.
The three women caught up with the lesbian couple going first. Pamela told them of her life after school, quest for a baby, and how she got so fit. ?My husband, the doctor, only had to lift them up a bit. They were tremendously saggy,? she finished.
?You're lying. Those things are fake,? said Hazel. ?Don't fuck with me, Porci.?
?She always did have big boobs, honey,? said Greta.
?Oh I remember them too, Greta, but I know implants when I see them.
Pamela leaned forwards. ?Go ahead and touch them. Both of you.?
Greta and Hazel didn't need to be asked twice. Each reached out a hand and grabbed one of Pam's boobs. ?Fuck, they are real,? said an awed Hazel, who didn't stop squeezing Pam's breast.
?My husband, the doctor, just had to tighten the skin a bit to lift them up some,? Pam explained again. ?You can stop touching them now.? Both women pulled back, but still stared at Pam's chest.
The class president came up on the stage and made some announcements. Then she told what tables could get up for the buffet. As soon as everyone was seated and eating, the band started up. Greta got them another round of beers and three more shots. Pamela bought the third round after they had finished dessert. Her head was spinning a little after the third shot. The beer wasn't helping either. Pam was about to announce that she was going to go mingle when a male voice said, ?Would you like to dance, Pam??
Pamela turned to see Scott Johnson again. ?Sure Scott, why not??
The song was fast and the two danced and talked. Scott was divorced and seemed disappointed to find out that Pam was married. ?I'll get us some refills,? he said, when Pam drained her beer.
No sooner had he turned away when Pamela was spun around and into the arms of Harlan. She found her boobs smashed against a hard muscular chest. It was the closest contact she'd ever had to a black man. He twirled her around once. ?Pamela Porci, I don't believe it,? he said.
?You had no idea who I was on the plane,? she laughed. He laughter faded when he pulled her tight again and she felt an enormous bulge against her bare belly. He must be stuffing a sock in there, she thought, or maybe two socks, but then the thing moved slightly and she pulled back.
?What do you do for a living, Pam??
?Northing. My husband, the doctor, doesn't want me working and we're trying to have a baby.?
?What do you mean trying? Keisha had to get her tubes tied after the fourth kid practically walked out of her.?
Pam didn't want to tell him about their troubles conceiving, so she lied. ?We just decided to start trying recently.?
?What kind of Doctor??
?Plastic surgeon.?
?Obviously,? laughed Harlan. ?He does good work.?
?Enough. They're real. My husband only had to firm them up some.?
?Real my ass? Wait a minute, Pamela Porci Barnes? Is your husband Dr. Richard Barnes??
?Why yes,? she said, surprised.
?You live in Westwood, New Jersey then. I'm in charge of trash collection there.?
?Small world.?
?Maybe after tonight we should stay in touch.? Harlan pulled her back into his body and pressed his crotch against her belly at the word, 'touch?. If felt even bigger against her belly this time.
Pamela pulled back again. ?Sure we could double date or something. I thought you were going be a pro football player. How'd you end up a garbage man??
Harlan frowned, but his cockiness retuned. He knew the reunion game. Pam hadn't gone to their tenth reunion, but there everyone had been bragging about their jobs, big houses, spouses, etc. ?I'm manager of the entire department, thank you. I have a healthy salary, benefits, and a pension.?
?I'm back,? said Scott, standing behind her. He waited a few moments before adding. ?I brought your beer, Pamela.
?I'm not ready to let her go,? said the giant black man, looking down into Pamela's green eyes.
?Harlan!? screamed Keisha. ?Get you black ass over here and dance with your wife.?
?Now I'm ready,? said Harlan. ?Maybe we can get together later, Pam..? He winked at her and turned just as his wife ran up and grabbed his arm.
Pam turned and took the beer from Scott. She took a few gulps and then they started dancing again. Things were going well tonight. Harlan was making innuendos to her and Keisha was jealous. She clearly didn't want her husband anywhere near Pamela. Scott was practically drooling like a little puppy just to keep her near him. She took a swig and wrapped an arm around Scott's neck as they started dancing again. For the next hour, Pamela Porci was very popular. She always had a dance partner and a drink in her hand.
?Wanna get some air?? asked Scott after another dance, when the band took a break.
?Sure,? replied Pam. ?Some fresh air might clear my head. Scott took her hand and pulled her towards the exit. She let him hold her hand. Maybe she'd tease him some more and then tell him to ?Fuck off.? As they neared the exit, her heart skipped a beat. Preston was standing there, looking alone and dejected. He was drinking and staring into the crowd. Then his eyes fell on her body and like everyone else stared at her belly and breasts. He was short, thin, ugly, and nearly bald. Other then the initial shock at seeing him, she felt nothing. She was over her first crush. Pamela smiled and he looked surprised as their eyes met.
Pam and Scott left the hotel. ?Warm night,? said Scott.
?That's Hotlanta for you.? Pam followed him to the parking lot. ?Where are we going?? she asked.
?My SUV is right here. I'm not staying at the hotel. I only live an hour away.?
They arrived at his large SUV still holding hands. Scott quickly tugged her hand and pulled her into his arms. Before Pamela knew what hit her, he was kissing her. She wanted to struggle, but instead found herself kissing him back. She still hated him, but he was younger then her husband, in better shape, and better looking. Her husband rarely, if ever, kissed her this lustfully or passionately. Scott's hands found their way to her breasts and she moaned as their tongues teased each other. ?Lets get in,? he whispered.
?Ok,? said Pam. She was breathing heavily. It was a little embarrassing to be so turned on. She'd found herself wanting sex more often then Richard was capable of giving as she entered her sexual peak. The fertility pills made her even hornier. Plus, the hormones were making her nipples ultra sensitive and just touching them made her pussy wet. Alcohol always loosened her inhibitions too. Pamela realized she was a walking sexual time bomb as she climbed in the car beside Scott. She'd need to control herself, but she wanted to tease this asshole some more.
Scott was kissing her again the moment she sat beside him. Then his hands were on the spaghetti straps holding her top on. ?No!? she said, when he tried to pull them down.
?Please,? he begged. ?I really want to see those big melons.?
?Alright. Since you're such a smooth talker, but let me do it.? Pam pulled her top down, watching his eyes go big in anticipation. The bra's clasps was in the front. Pam unhooked it and her DD's sprang out, up thrust and firm thanks to her husband. She pulled the bra off.
?Dear god! They're magnificent!? Scott's hands sprang out to squeeze them again.
Pam decided to let him play with her breasts for a minute and then she planned on telling him she was going back inside, but then he started gently teasing her nipples and she thought she'd let him go on a little longer. She was about to make him stop when he bent down and licked one nipple. Dear god, she thought, echoing his words. That feels good. His tongue would flicker over one of her hard pink nipples and then he'd suck the entire tip of her breast into his mouth. Her pussy was gushing. Scott kept sucking, though he was fumbling with something under him. Scott sighed and quit fumbling between his legs. He switched to her other breast, his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling it forwards.
Pam was a little ***** and confused as her hand wrapped around a hard shaft. She squeezed it, quickly realizing what it was as Scott leaned back. She was holding Scott Johnson, asshole tormentors? penis and what a penis it was. ?Wow!? she said, regretting feeding his ego.
?Impressed. Bigger then hubby's is it??
?A lot bigger,? she replied. Damn him, but it was bigger, by two or three inches she guessed. Richard's penis strained to reach six inches. Nor had Richard's penis been this hard in several years. Her husband's penis seemed to get floppier each year.
?Good. Why don't you climb onboard then??
Pamela smirked and gently ran her hand up the shaft, caressing it. ?I'm a married woman, Scott.?
?Just imagine how good that thing would feel in your pussy,? said Scott, reaching out to toy with her nipples again.
Pamela couldn't help herself and moaned. ?Yes, it probably would feel good,? she whispered.
Scott kissed her neck before saying, ?My cock can reach places your husband can't. ? He kissed her again. ?I've never had a complaint.? He kissed up under her chin. ?Any woman I fuck cums at least once and most multiple times.?
?Hmm, I'm tempted,? moaned Pamela. He was making a persuasive argument. Richard had never made her cum, but she had given herself orgasms, though she didn't masturbate much anymore. ?But no.? Pamela felt her hand slide down to the base of his cock, then back up. Lubrication was pouring from his pee slit, coating his cock.
?Why don't you suck it then baby?? Scott kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, their tongues fighting, first in her mouth, then his.
Pamela pushed him back. ?No, this has gone far enough,? she said, her hand jerking up and down his shaft. ?I should go.?
?Let me play with your tits some more.? Scott pushed her back slightly and took one nipple between his teeth again.
Pamela gasped. She had never been this horny. Richard had given her permission to tease, but this probably wasn't what he had in mind. She looked over at the cock in her hand. It would feel good in her pussy, she knew, but she was married, very fertile, and she hated this asshole. She suddenly knew how to pay him back for tormenting her. She would leave him high and dry.
Scott leaned back in the seat, moaning, but he kept playing with one of her nipples. ?God, it's even bigger now,? she whispered a little awed by his penis. She slowed her strokes to get a better glimpse of the swollen shaft.
?Last chance,? groaned Scott. ?I'd sure like to fuck you.?
?I'm never going to fuck you, asshole,? she replied, sneering. Now Pamela, she thought to herself. He's getting close. Stop and leave him hanging. Her hand kept moving. His cock was hot and it throbbed with life. His balls were splayed out on the car seat. They were impressive. I want to see it squirt. No, leave him with blue balls, Pamela. She couldn't stop jerking his cock. He was close, going to blow at any moment. She had to stop now or it would blow? His cock jerked and an impressive wad of semen struck the back of the front passenger seat. It had shot out at least six inches and several more wads squirted out, but they didn't make it as far and fell on the floor. It was an amazing sight to see and Pamela was glad she hadn't stopped jerking him off, but she was a little pissed at herself for enjoying it so much. ?Damn it,? she said as she kept stroking it until every drop was drained. She even got some on her hand. Pamela released his cock and opened the car door. She stepped outside topless and began pulling her green top back up.
?What's wrong, baby?? asked Scott. ?I was hoping you'd change your mind and come home with me.?
?No way.?
?Then we could go up to your room.?
?You don't get it Scott Johnson. I hate you. You like this body. Well, I'd be fucking you all night if you had just been a little nicer to me back in high school.?
?Sorry, I was a jerk. Let me make it up to you.?
?You're never touching this body again, Scott? Pamela turned and walked away.
Scott slid up to his driver's seat. He started his SUV and pulled out, rolling down his window as he caught up to her. ?Thanks for the hand job, Porci Pig,? he yelled. ?And for the souvenir.? Scott held up her bra and sped off.
?Fuck.? Pamela stamped her foot down. If she had been holding anything, she would have thrown it at him. She did hold up her hand and give him the finger. Pamela looked at her hand. The flap of skin between her thumb and forefinger was covered in sperm. She had nothing to wipe it off. Pamela put her hand in her mouth and sucked it off. She tasted the cold fluid on her tongue before spitting it out. She hadn't hurt him at all. She'd even gotten him off and now she had tasted his sperm. She stamped her heeled foot down again. That hadn't gone as planned.
As Pamela neared the hotel. She saw some dark figures smoking behind a dumpster. One whistled at her. ?Hey, Pamela come join us.?
Pam turned and headed in that direction. It had sounded like Harlan. ?Harlan??
?Yeah. Come have a smoke with us.? Harlan waited until she was close. ?Take a hit.?
Pamela's hand automatically came up and accepted the cigarette, correction joint. She had smoked pot with Hazel and Greta a few times back in school, but hadn't touched the stuff in twenty years. They were staring at her expectantly. She didn't want to suck something that had been in a black man's mouth, but she took a hit hoping it would calm her down and make her forget about Scott. She exhaled and passed it over to Gage. There were four black men in the alley, one she didn't recognize, but the other was dressed in a hotel uniform and had been the pervert who checked her into her room. They passed the joint around a bit, the four black men staring at her tits the whole time. She was used to it, but glanced down to see what they were looking at. Without her bra, the entire outline of her areola were visible under her top and her nipples were rock hard, pushing the material outwards. ?I should get inside,? she said, starting to feel uncomfortable.
?Alright,? said Harlan. ?Hey, the reunion's starting to wind down in there. We're having an after party. Interested??
?Maybe. Let me know what's going on. Thanks for the smoke.? Pamela turned, heading for the hotel lobby. The weed hit her before she reached the door. ?Damn!? she said, shaking her head to try and clear it. Everything suddenly seemed amplified. She felt drunker and she could feel the material of her top rubbing her nipples. Cool night air was blowing up under her top, caressing her bare breasts. The pot amplified her horniness too. Damn you Scott, she thought. If she'd had his number she would have been tempted to call him back. His seven or eight inch penis could take care of her problem and he probably didn't have a low sperm count either. Evil thoughts, Pamela, she thought. Evil thoughts. She was thankful she didn't have his number.
?Pamela,? said a voice as she stepped into the lobby.
Pam stopped and looked at the skinny bald man. ?Preston. How are you??
?Good. You look amazing.?
?Thanks.?
?Lets go back to the reunion and I'll buy you a drink,? said Preston.
Not that she needed another drink, but Pamela accepted the beer from Preston after he got two from the bartender. ?So how's life?? she asked. ?Married? Kids??
?Never married. No kids. You??
?Married. He's a good guy, a doctor. As for kids, we're trying.?
?Oh.? Preston looked sad and dejected suddenly. ?Why'd you come back, Pamela? You were as miserable in high school as I was.?
?Same reason everyone does, see old friends, brag, show off how much you've changed. What about you??
?I came here hoping to see you.?
?Oh??
?Lets go up to my room. I've got something to show you.?
?Alright, but only for a few minutes.?
Pamela followed Preston to the elevator and the two rode up a few floors silently until Preston said, ?I can't believe how hot looking you are.?
?Thanks. My husband is a plastic surgeon. I got some liposuction to start me off, but most of my body is thanks to a personal trainer at my gym. My husband had to lift my boobs up a little. You remember how big my boobs were. They were pretty saggy.? Pamela watched Preston turn bright red. Of course, he remembered how big they were, he'd played with them.
Preston fumbled with his key card as she followed him to the door. She entered a room identical to her own. ?So Preston, what did you want to show me? I'm eager to get back down to the party.?
?It's on the table there. Let me get it.? Preston picked up a piece of paper in a plastic sleeve. And handed it to Pam.
Pam looked at it and smiled. It was a Shakespearean sonnet she had written for Preston the night she had given him the blow job. She had presented it to him the next day in school. ?It's not that good really,? she said. ?Why'd you save it??
?It reminded me of you. Blowing it with you was the biggest mistake of my life. The only reason I came here was to see you.?
?Fuck you Preston Hunt.? Pam was suddenly very angry. ?I tried to kill myself because of you.?
?I know, I'm sorry. I just had this fantasy of coming here and apologizing to you and we'd pick up where we left off. I know it was stupid, but I had to try. Now I see you're married.?
?And out of your league, geek. I bet you wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with me now?? She walked right up to him with the intention of slapping him. Instead, she grabbed his crotch. ?Did you come here hoping I'd suck your dick again??
?No? Yes. I haven't had one since. ?
Pamela felt him hardening under her grasp. She was shocked to realize she was dealing with what was probably a 38 year old virgin. Her desire for revenge trumped the sorrow she felt for him. She quickly had an idea on how to get him back. Pamela fell to her knees and fumbled with the buttons on Preston's trousers. ?I bet you'd love to have a woman as hot as I am sucking your dick.? Pam reached in his underwear and pulled Preston's penis out. It was the first she'd ever seen and the only one she'd ever put in her mouth. Funny, but she hadn't remembered it being this large. It was an inch or so bigger than Richard's, not quite as big as Scott's nice cock and it was skinnier, matching Preston's body. Pam leaned forward and licked the head.
?Oh god!?
?You want a blow job or maybe you'd like to titty fuck me?? Pamela pulled her green top off over her head and revealed her breasts to her old classmate.
?Oh god,? he said again when she squeezed his dick between her big white breasts. The head of his penis was sticking out of her breasts. She flickered her tongue over the head again.
Pam hadn't intended on actually tasting him, but she knew that teasing him with her tongue would drive him nuts and she could feel him trembling as she kneeled in front of him. Pamela had decided to get his hopes up and then tell him to fuck off. The only way a geek loser like Preston could have a woman like Pamela suck his dick was to pay her and Pam didn't need the money. Pam pulled back until his cock fell out of her breasts and hovered right in front of her mouth. ?Well Preston, this hot redhead is about to give you the best blow job of your life? Not,? and as the last word came out of her open mouth, Preston grabbed her head and pushed his dick in her mouth. ?Hmmmph,? choked Pamela in surprise.
Pam tried to push back against his hips, but he pushed it back in her mouth. She pushed back again, hesitated and then pulled him forwards, letting his penis slide down her throat. The moan in Pam's throat matched the one coming from Preston. Old feelings started to resurface. At one time she had loved this man. She attacked his cock with gusto, staring cross-eyed at the shaft disappearing in and out of her mouth. Pam pulled back and ran her tongue all over the sleek helmeted head of his shaft. She pushed down and took him all the way in her mouth, her lips burying in his pubic hair.
Pamela's pussy was dripping and she made up her mind to fuck him. She couldn't ever remember being this horny. She would stay with him this one night and do anything he asked. Afterwards they w
