1 comments/ 29882 views/ 5 favorites Conference Reunion By: misterstan I first spotted her as I was walking through the exhibits hall at a conference I was attending. She looked familiar, but it took me a few moments to place her. Then I remembered, Annie Bailey, from my high school. I hadn't seen her in ten years. Annie had always been unattainable. Tall, slim, blond, blue-eyed, and big-breasted. Every guy wanted her, and she knew it. It made her a haughty bitch. She was still that way after college, and for a few years she submitted snotty updates on her career to the alumni newsletter. Editorial assistant at Elle, staff writer for Cosmo... and then she seemed to fall off the face of the earth. I couldn't remember seeing an update about her in 3 or 4 years, so it was more than a little surprising to see her here, a glorified salesman in a booth for a small publishing company at a conference for book retailers. Well, I made another couple of passes before working up the nerve to talk to her. When I approached, she needed a few minutes to recognize me, even with the benefit of my name tag. But when she finally placed me, she lit up. "Oh Gary, it's great to see you. What are you doing here?" "I opened up a bookstore a couple of years ago. We're expanding, and I'm here to do a little schmoozing." She nodded admiringly. "Good to see you're doing well." She had kept all of her good looks, but for some reason she was less intimidating. She had less attitude. Was it just maturity? I couldn't tell. "So, how about you? Last I heard you were writing for Cosmo." She frowned for just a second. "Yeah, well, that didn't work out. It wasn't really what I was looking for." But attending conferences and selling books was? I didn't say that of course. We made idle chit-chat for a while longer. I noticed she was married, but that didn't come up either. After a while, she started hinting at dinner, and I started wondering what was up. I probably should have said yes, but I was getting a bad vibe, so I begged off citing other plans. I headed off to a meeting a few minutes later. ---- Back in high school, Annie was a real ball buster. She and her friend Amber, a gorgeous brunette with long legs and green eyes, used to strut around, and through their words and deeds define the insiders and outsiders. One day, Annie had Amber make a pass at me. I knew it was all a game for them. Amber was totally out of my league, but I played along for a while. Luckily I'd seen the trap coming, so I didn't make a fool of myself, but a lot of guys weren't as lucky and ended up making dates that would end up with them waiting someplace public alone while the other kids taunted them. ----- That night, I went to the bar for drink with a friend. He was flying out early, so we cut the evening short, but as I was walking out, I saw Annie again. She was wearing a tight-fitting red dress, a real attention getter, and sitting with a bunch of rowdy salesmen. There was one other woman in the group, an uncomfortable looking, mousy brunette, probably a friend of Annie's wondering at that point what she was doing there. The guys were not being real subtle. They kept ordering pitchers of beer and rounds of tequila shots, and refilling Annie's glass as soon as it got empty. It was only 10:00pm, but they were getting closing-time drunk, especially Annie, whose usually clear blue eyes were looking glazed over. I edged closer, and could hear that most of the conversation was now dirty jokes. Annie was laughing loudly, and not seeming to notice the two guys on either side of her getting more and more touchy-feely. At one point, she grabbed the guy on the right's hand and placed it back on the table. "Stop that!" she giggled, but she didn't respond when his hand went right back under the table. It didn't take a genius to know what he was doing, but I was still shocked when he leaned over a couple of minutes later, and then straightened up and unceremoniously deposited her white, lacy panty right on the table. The guys roared with laughter as Annie blushed a deep red. That was too much for her friend, who stood up and stormed off in a huff, much to the amusement of Annie and her five male companions. The guys on either side of her were now really emboldened, and from Annie's increasing squirming around, it was pretty obvious they were taking full advantage of their new found access to her holiest of holies. If I didn't know her and hadn't seen her working earlier in the day, I would have pegged her for a cheap whore entertaining a bachelor party. She was obviously setting herself up for a gangbang, even though I knew she was a married woman and had a day job. Well, a few minutes later things came to a head. One of the guys dumped a bunch of twenties on the table, and the group got up together and stumbled unsteadily toward the door. I followed and caught up with one of the guys. "Hey man, what's the deal with the blond?" I asked. He whistled softly. "Hot number, eh? She was just sitting with her friend, and we started buying her drinks, and now she's coming upstairs for a little party." "Can I come along?" He eyed at me suspiciously, like he didn't want me cutting in on his action. But I just smiled eagerly and refused to let him off the hook. I guess he didn't want to risk causing a scene that might break the mood, so he finally said, "okay, sure, the more the merrier, right?" I clapped him in the shoulder, "right!" As I stepped into the elevator with them, I made sure to stand in a corner. The other guys noticed me, but since I'd been speaking to one of the their buddies, they assumed he'd invited me along (which he sort of had). Annie was leaning back against one of the guys grinding her ass into her crotch, and he was reaching around and squeezing her big tits. Another guy was kissing her and running his hand up her inner thigh. The guys didn't even stop when an older couple got on and gave them a horrified glare. We got to the ninth floor and spilled out of the elevator. One of the guys went ahead, while another couple sandwiched Annie between them and walked her down the hallway. Inside the room, all the lights dimmed low, and music already blaring from the alarm clock radio. One guy was on the phone ordering up a bunch of booze from room service. Annie, in the meantime, was swaying to the music, putting on a sexy little show. "Take it off," one of the guys shouted, and soon he was joined by the others who chanted for her to strip. Annie seemed to be enjoying the attention, and teased the guys a little, lifting up her hem and strutting around. But the guys were all well past the stage of wanting to be teased. As she approached the guy who'd removed her panties, he grabbed her firmly and lifted her dress over her head, leaving her with nothing on but her bra and a pair of high heels. The guy I'd talked to now tore off her bra roughly. "Hey, what the rush?" she slurred. But no one was listening. One guy, a burly man with close cropped hair and red face, picked her up and lofted her over his shoulder. He then reached around and shoved two fingers up her cunt while roughly spreading her butt cheeks with the other hand. Unbelievably, she seemed to be enjoying it, giggling uncontrollably all the while. He spun her around so we could all get a nice view of his fingers churning up her hot, wet hole. He walked her over to the bed and dumped her on the comforter. She scrambled away from him toward the center of the bed, but he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her back to the edge. He had her face down on the mattress, and he lifted her ass up in the air bringing her knees up onto the bed beneath her. With his arm around her waist holding her in position, he quickly undid his pants without any more preliminaries, slid his hard cock into her up to the hilt making her squeal loudly. Annie looked back at him in shock as he pounded her slutty hole. She started to say something, but before she could get the words out another guy hopped up onto the bed in front of her. He grabbed a thick handful of her long, blond hair and shoved his own prick deep into her mouth. Annie gagged, but that didn't stop him, and soon he was fucking her mouth roughly as she passively allowing him to pump her head up and down. The guy behind her came first. The second he pulled out, one of his buddies stepped up and shoved his dick into her sloppy cunt. But abusing her pussy wasn't enough for him. He wet his finger with the juices dripping from her twat and pressed it into her ass. Annie made a weird gurgling noise as he did. Her face was a mess. The guy in her mouth was really fucking her mouth hard, and she was gagging and gasping and turning bright red as thick streams of spittle ran down her chin from the corners of her mouth. Thankfully for her, he came quickly, forcing her to swallow most of his load, although she let a couple of long strands of his goo drip from her mouth. The next guy in her mouth was much gentler, and she rewarded his kindness by eagerly licking his shaft up and down until he spewed all over her face. In the meantime, the guy I'd spoken to earlier was hanging out by her ass, calling dibs on that hole, so I climbed up onto the bed and pressed her face into my lap. Annie didn't need any more prompting, and soon I was on the receiving end of an amazing, wet, slutty blowjob. By the time I came, the last guy was taking his turn with her pussy. He was really tearing into her, probably to make up from the relative lack of friction from her stretched, sloppy hole. He was still pounding her pussy when room service arrived with the booze, the waiter obviously shocked at the sight of Annie, naked and well-fucked, getting boned right there in front of him. I tossed a twenty on the table, and poured myself a big glass of scotch as I surveyed the scene. In a way, I felt sorry for my old classmate, now serving as a drunken fucktoy. But heck, she'd been a haughty bitch in high school, and I sort of saw this as a fitting revenge for her past sins. I wondered how often this sort of thing happened to her these days. When the last guy finished, round two began. This time the feeding frenzy was over, and all the guys were much more picky in what they wanted, and what they all wanted was Annie's ass. I guess most guys dream about anal but rarely get to try it on their wives or girlfriends, and here was a gorgeous and willing slut who was too drunk and outnumbered to stop it anyway. Actually, Annie didn't seem to mind that much, although she'd let out an occasional pained squeal when one of them went too fast or too deep. I took my turn in her ass too, relishing the feel and especially the sight of my cock spearing her tight buns. It was getting late and the flowing booze was doing nothing to increase anyone's sexual performance. Only a couple of us were up for round three, and the guy whose room it was was getting antsy. Still, having fucked her mouth and ass, I wasn't about to leave without completing the trifecta. I turned her over on her back and spread her legs wide. She had her eyes closed, and didn't realize it was me at first. Her pussy was so gooey that I decided to do something about it. I grabbed a bottle of club soda for the fridge and removed the cap. Then with my thumb over the top, I shook it up real hard and quickly shoved the neck into her sloppy pussy. Annie shreiked in surprise as the cold, carbonated liquid fired up inside her. As it poured back out, I pushed my dick into her again, enjoying the feel of her freshly douched pussy. "Oh God, Gary, what are you doing here?" she asked suddenly. "Fucking you. Did you ever think that would happen back in high school? I didn't." She sort of smirked, and then closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation of my dick spearing into her over and over. She was a mess, but I still watched her closely, wanting to record this event in my mind (I could always edit out the gobs of cum on her face later). I particularly enjoyed the sight of her big, milky boobs, bouncing up and down with each stroke. Finally, I gave her my third load of the evening. As I pulled up my pants, I heard some of the other guys talking about just dumping her in the hallway, but I couldn't do that to an old classmate. Finally, I talked one of the guys into helping me carry her back to her room. We got her into her dress and found her key. He bolted once we got the door open, but I went in with her, cleaned her up in the shower and put her to bed setting the alarm for the next morning. She actually gave me a kiss on the cheek as I bent down to tuck her in, and thanked me. ----- The next morning, I dropped by her stand. She was a mess. Her skin was all splotchy, and she was obviously painfully hungover. She showed no recognition that I'd seen her the night before, so I didn't mention it. As I was walking away, she said, "watch out for the bar food. I think I got food poisoned there." I smiled and told her I'd be careful. ----- I didn't see her again until our 15th high school reunion five years later. She was there with her blond husband and two kids. The younger kid looked about 4 or 5, and had dark hair. He looked a little like me, I thought. Could it be?