This is the story of a 48 year old woman who is mysteriously transported back in time and put in her eighteen year old body. All individuals in the story are fictional, and all are over 18 years of age. It is labeled group sex but it could be a lot of things.
Meg was nervous about attending her 30th reunion. In high school, she had been somewhat of a nerd and a recluse. Kids made fun of her behind her back. Until her senior year, Meg had been a tall skinny redhead with a big nose, freckles, and no tits. When her body filled out in all the right places, she was already an outcast. No one asked her out. Her one date with Bobby Johnson was a disaster.
Everyone in high school thought Meg was a prude, but they were wrong. Shortly after she turned eighteen, she discovered her father's stash of pornographic magazines and erotic paperbacks her senior year. The pictures of couples fucking and sucking cock were informative, but it was the erotic books that made her pussy throb. She rushed home from school to read them and masturbate, sometimes two and three times a day. No one knew about her secret life, not even her best friend Anna.
It wasn't until a party during her second year in college that Meg had her first experience with a boy. She got drunk and sucked his cock. After that, she couldn't get enough. She sucked at least a dozen more cocks before she lost her virginity. Two boyfriends and dozens of cocks later she met her husband. Even then, she continued to perfect her skills with a few coworkers, some neighbors, a plumber, an electrician, a police officer, and her husband's boss.
Meg had often fantasized about reliving her high school years knowing now what she didn't know then. She would have sucked and fucked her way through as many boys as she could, letting her sexual urges run wild. She had considered attending earlier reunions and showing her classmates how much she had changed, but she was married with two kids and lived on the other side of the country.
Anna convinced her to go to the thirtieth. Anna had gone to the 25th and told Meg how much fun it had been and that people were different. With the kids in college and her asshole husband having left her for a twenty something bimbo, Meg agreed to go. The two met at the hotel bar where they were staying.
"Meg, it's so good to see you. This weekend is going to be fun, fun, fun."
"Wow," Meg said. "You're looking great. You've lost a few pounds."
"I went on a diet just for this. You look fantastic, Meg. Have you been working out?"
"Yeah. I joined a gym when Ron left me for that bimbo. Actually, that was a good thing. He had become a real asshole. Once the kids left we barely spoke. We hadn't had sex in over a year before we split."
"Then it's time to get you laid, and me too. I haven't been fucked in over six months, and I'm married. Let's head over to the high school. They're holding the opening reception in the gym."
Meg wore a strapless green and yellow dress cut low enough to show some cleavage and high enough to show off her shapely legs. Anna wore a white pants suit that fit snuggly to her shapely butt. A red top stretched tightly across her substantial tits. Her hair was dyed blonde.
The gym was packed when they arrived. They stopped and surveyed the scene.
"Hey, isn't that Becky Adams?" Meg asked. "She looks good. I assume that hunk with her is her husband."
Anna laughed. "No. Becky is here by herself. Her husband is some big corporate executive who doesn't have time for attending reunions, and that's just fine with Becky. I heard she made a number of guys happy at the last reunion."
"Well, she did have that reputation. Her nickname was Becky Blowjob as I recall. So who is the hunk with her?"
"You wouldn't believe it, but that's Jack Langford."
"You're kidding. That's Fat Jack? Okay, that was mean, but it is what kids called him. Actually, Jack and I were good friends. We did a science project together. Is he married?"
"He's widowed. His wife died of leukemia a few years ago. He's fair game and a real catch. I understand he's worth millions."
"It looks like Becky's figured that out too," Meg observed. "Well, he could probably use a good blowjob. Hey, over there. Isn't that Danny Hightower? God, he's still a charmer. I bet he fucked half the girls in high school. Of course he never gave me a second look."
"Me neither. And there's Jenny Adler, head cheerleader, prom queen, and Miss Glamorous. I don't think she knew we existed. She's put on a few pounds. I heard she's been married three times. She's talking with Bobby Johnson. Didn't you date him?"
"He was my one and only date in high school. I froze when he tried to feel my tits. I don't know why. It was weird. I got dizzy like I was about to pass out so he stopped. He never asked me out again, and no one else did either. If only I could be eighteen again, things would be different."
"Wow," Anna said. "I didn't realize high school was that bad for you. Anyway, that's all in the past. Let's go mingle. Maybe it'll make you feel eighteen again."
"Go on and I'll catch up," Meg said. "I have to pee."
Meg got lost in the maze of hallways looking for a bathroom. She was getting desperate and finally found one. After peeing, she headed for the door, but it swung open just as she reached it, hitting her hard. She fell back and bumped her head on the sink. Everything went black.
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"Meg? Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes. She was in a car with Bobby Johnson, and he was a teenager. Was this a dream? It couldn't be real. She was at her 30th reunion.
"Um, sure. What's going on?"
"I don't know. We were, you know, kissing and stuff. Suddenly you blacked out. It was only for a few seconds. It was like you were in a trance."
Meg was confused. The last thing she remembered was going to pee and bumping her head on the sink. Maybe she was still unconscious and dreaming, but it felt so real. Oh well, she thought, may as well make the best of it. She had always wanted to redo that night with Bobby Johnson.
"Yeah. It happens sometimes. I don't know why. Anyway, you said we were kissing?"
Meg didn't know where the dream was going to take her, but she was willing to go with the flow. She leaned into him. Their lips met. His hand slowly moved up her waist. His fingers found her breast and squeezed the soft tissue. She moaned.
His hand became more aggressive, rubbing and squeezing firmly. He found her nipple through her blouse and bra, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Meg dropped her hand to his lap and rubbed the hard cock bulging from his pants, squeezing along his shaft with her fingers. Bobby pushed against her, encouraging her exploration.
Their kiss became more aggressive, tongues mingling in a wild dance of passion. Bobby slipped his hand under her blouse and into her bra. His fingers squeezed and massaged the naked flesh. He rubbed his fingertip over her nipple, eliciting moans from Meg. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and jerked him off through his pants.
Meg never had a dream that seemed so real. She let herself go, becoming a participant in the action. She tried to pull down Bobby's zipper, but was having difficulty. He reached down and helped her. Soon his pants were unbuckled and pushed down his thighs. Meg wrapped her hand around the hard flesh poking up from his lap and stroked.
Booby took his hand out ouf her blouse and slid it under her skirt. His fingers slipped between her thighs and pressed against her panties. Meg's pussy throbbed as he rubbed. She slid her lips to his ear.
"I want them inside me. Fuck me with your fingers."
Bobby pulled the crotch aside. A finger parted her folds and slid across her clit. Meg gasped. He found her opening and pushed inside. Meg spread her thighs wider encouraging his exploration. He pushed a second finger inside her. She slumped down on the seat and thrust her hips forward, trying to draw his fingers deeper. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock and stroking.
The orgasm hit hard. Meg twisted and squirmed against his thrusting fingers. She threw her head back and squealed. Juices gushed from her pussy and dribbled down his hand. When it was over, she collapsed against the seat breathing hard. Bobby pulled his fingers from between her legs. Meg grabbed his hand and sucked them into her mouth.
Meg never had an orgasm while dreaming, at least not one so intense. It seemed so real. So did his cock. She decided to continue the fantasy while it lasted. She leaned over his lap and flicked her tongue across his knob, licking the pre-cum oozing out from the slit on top. She reached down and massaged his balls with her fingers. He moaned as she continued to tease him.
Meg slid her lips down his shaft and took him deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down and swirled her tongue across the ridges and veins of his hard flesh. Her finger slid across his sphincter and rubbed. When she took him into her throat, Bobby tensed. Her finger plunged into his asshole. He went off like a firehose spraying a powerful stream of sperm down her throat. She gagged on it, causing some to ooze out of her nose.
Meg moved her lips up his shaft and felt spurt after spurt fill her mouth. She swallowed every drop. Just as the last few dribbles seeped from his tip, Meg's finger found the button inside his asshole and pressed. A second wave of cum spewed from his cock. She swallowed it all and kept sucking him until he went soft.
It was a vivid dream. She could taste his sperm and feel his hard cock in her mouth. Meg slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. With his spent cock still in her mouth, she felt the pressure in her belly release. A muffled scream marked the onset of her orgasm. She plunged two fingers up her cunt and felt a second wave wash across her body. Meg finally let him fall from her mouth and sat up.
"God, Meg, that was incredible. Everyone said I was wasting my time asking you out, but I guess they were wrong. Not that I asked you out because I was expecting anything. I mean, I like you and all. I was just surprised because you seem so quiet and shy."
Meg smiled. "That doesn't make me a prude. I like to have fun as much as anyone. I just don't get many chances."
Bobby drove her home. In the driveway, she sucked his cock again. When she sat up, some dribbled onto her green blouse before she could swallow. She went up to her room and got ready for bed, thinking once she went to sleep the dream would be over.
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Meg opened her eyes. It was morning. She couldn't remember anything from the previous night after bumping her head...nothing except the vivid dream about sucking Bobby's cock. She swung her legs out of bed and looked around. This wasn't the hotel room she was staying in at the reunion. It was her room back home when she was in high school.
Meg got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. The girl looking back at her was eighteen year old Meg. Was she still dreaming? She pinched herself to see if it was real. It hurt. She opened her laundry basket and took out the blouse she had been wearing on the date with Bobby. The cum stain was there. It couldn't be a dream, but it couldn't be real either, could it?
"Megan, hurry down for breakfast," her mother yelled. "We're going to be late for church. I know you hate it, but your father is going to be honored for his work with the soup kitchen. He'll be disappointed if you're not there."
Meg pulled off her nightie and stared at her naked body in the mirror. It had been ages since her b-cup tits were so firm and perky. She ran her fingertips across the pink nipples and felt a jolt shoot straight down to her pussy. Her eyes moved down her body to the strip of curly red pubic hair covering her mound. A dark gash down the middle peeked out invitingly. She moved a hand between her legs and parted the folds with her finger. She was already moist.
