Last week was the final game of our softball season, so we threw an impromptu party at the park.

As we downed a few beers, a couple of hot women wearing skimpy shorts and tube tops walked up to me and said, “Ed, is that you?”

I recognized Chris and Sheila as two of the hottest girls I had dated in high school about 11 years earlier. My teammates were all staring in disbelief as the women gave me a warm hug and told me how happy they were that they’d run into me. They were both finer looking than ever, and I told them so. They said that they were in town for their class reunion and that they had to return to their families in Texas on Monday. They had been walking around town, just hoping to run into some old friends.

Sheila asked if I needed a ride home, and I happily accepted. I got into the backseat, and Chris slid in right beside me. When we got onto the highway, Sheila said, “Tell Ed what we were going to do if we found him tonight.”

Chris, who was gorgeous, with the reddest hair and greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, said, “Remember, Ed, how nice you were to us when we were juniors and you were a senior? Remember how gentlemanly you were when we said we weren’t ready to have sex yet?”

I nodded as all those nights of frustration came rushing back to me. Memories of Chris’s tight sweater and large breasts; memories of Sheila doing splits in her cheerleader uniform, her long jet-black hair flying.

“Well,” she said, “we’re ready now.” Chris lowered her tube top, and her milky-white breasts sprang free. Her nipples were already rock-hard; she pushed me onto my back and began rubbing them all around my face.

From the front seat, Sheila yelled, “Suck those big beautiful tits, Ed! Chris just loves it when her tits get sucked.” Cheering from the sideline was welcome, but I really didn’t need any encouragement. While I was at her tits, Chris reached down unbuckled my pants, and freed my pulsating cock.

“Oh, my God, Sheila, it’s huge!” exclaimed Chris, almost causing Sheila to wreck the car as she turned toward the backseat to see for herself. Chris took my tool in her hand and said, “I’ve got to have you now.” She grabbed her shorts by the crotch, pulled them aside, and impaled herself on my rod. It was early evening and there were quite a few people still on the road, but Chris didn’t care. She wanted to fuck, and she just couldn’t wait any longer. Her huge breasts bounced up and down as she raised and lowered her wet pussy on my dick. I stroked her clit until she cried out, “Oh, my God, I’m coming!” Her juices flowed freely, and she became a trembling mass of pleasure. Afterward she relaxed and lay there on top of me.

Sheila asked with some urgency, “Did he come, Chris?”

Chris said, “I think so.” She lifted herself off me and checked her pussy and my cock. “No, not yet,” she said. “He’s still loaded.” They both laughed.

“Good,” said Sheila. “Now it’s my turn.” She pulled over to the side of the road, and they switched places. Chris jumped out, still trying to stuff her boobs back into her top. Sheila was barely back inside the car when she slipped out of her shorts, placed her sweet cunt against my mouth, and took my cock in hers. “If you’re good,” she said sweetly, “I’ll let you come in my mouth.”

Hearing that, I proceeded to give her the best clit-licking ever. She made my whole body ache with ecstasy as her mouth treated my dick like it was the last one in the world. Fifteen minutes later, we both came with a vengeance.

We hadn’t even noticed that Chris had parked the car in Sheila’s old driveway, and was watching the two of us get off. “Did he come?” asked Chris.

Sheila turned her head, her lips and chin glistening with semen, and said, “Oh, yes. He came. He definitely came.”

I never made it home that night because the three of us continued to go at it for several more hours. It was definitely worth the wait.