Senior Year Memories Ch. 03

"And good boys deserve to be rewarded," she said, sucking my cock balls deep into her mouth in one swallow. This wasn't the first time someone had done that to me, but that it was Mrs. Lynn still blew my mind while she blew me.

"Fuck, you're really good at sucking cock," I said.

"Better than all of those other girls?" she asked.

I had to think about this. While I'd had my cock in Kaitlyn, Brooke and Haley's mouths, Mrs. Lynn had them all beat, I think. She wasn't as eager or energetic as any of them, but she was practiced, experienced, making the most of her long and slow strokes as she took me into her throat, circling her tongue on the underside of my shaft, then around my head as she got to the backstroke, right before taking it back down her throat. She knew how to breathe, when to breathe, how to drive me crazy with her entire mouth.

"Way better," I said.

"It's because I've been an expert cocksucker since before you were all born. Wait until you see what else an experienced woman can do," she said, sucking me in deeply.

I tried fucking her mouth back, but she firmly pressed me against her desk, making sure she was in the driver's seat. Considering that her mouth felt like it would drive me to the edge any moment now, I didn't think that was a bad thing.

On one bob, she popped my cock out of her mouth. I moaned in protest.

"You're close, aren't you?" Mrs. Lynn said, holding my cock firmly, but not harshly, by the root.

"Yes," I whimpered. Looking down, I could in the valley between her huge tits that she was fingering herself while she'd been sucking me off.

"Well, that won't do, will it?" she said, standing up. I groaned, frustrated as she walked over to her desk. I hadn't noticed until now that she'd taken everything off of it already, giving me a good idea of what she wanted to do next.

"Lie down on the desk," Mrs. Lynn said. I followed her instructions, my aching cock standing almost straight up as she climbed up onto her desk, straddling me, rubbing her slick cunt up against my cock, but never letting me enter. I reached for her, pleadingly, but she kept up this agonizing dance, rubbing against me and no more, letting me feel her heat, her moistness, keeping me close to the edge but not pushing me over it.

"This is it, Ryan, the moment you've been waiting for. Once you've done this, I'll have ruined you for any other girls. Are you sure you want to do this?" Mrs. Lynn taunted, rubbing her clit against the head of my cock.

I wasn't sure I wanted her to ruin me for any other girls, but at this moment, she could've gotten me to say or do whatever she wanted.

"Please, Mrs. Lynn, please fuck me," I pleaded.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Mrs. Lynn said, lining up her pussy and burying my entire cock inside. She groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure, arching her back and thrusting her tits out as she settled onto my cock. I may have made a sound much like her from the pleasure, but it was hard to tell with how loud she was. She looked down to the point where our genitals met, almost in wonder, at her stretched out pussy and the cock that invaded it. With a giddy smile, she started to rock up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck, you've got such a nice fucking cock," she moaned.

"Your pussy..."

"What about it?"

"So, fuck, so fucking good."

"Is it how you always imagined?" she asked, sliding down onto me harder.

"Better," I grunted, fucking up into her, watching her tits bounce and slam into each other hypnotically. I arched upwards, locking my lips around one of the swinging tits as I continued to fuck her.

"Yes, fuck, fuck, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she yelled.

"God I love fucking your pussy, Mrs. Lynn!" I exclaimed.

"The feeling's mutual!" she yelled, riding my dick even harder.

The way her pussy squeezed my cock, combined with how much she'd gotten me going from her blowjob, meant I didn't have very long. I held out as best I could, wanting her to have one more chance to cum before I set off. I slowed my pace, looked around the room, searching desperately for any distraction that'd help me hold off even longer, anything, but with the sheer fact that I was fucking Mrs. Lynn, nothing worked.

"Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming again!" she declared, not a moment too soon. I fucked into her harder, wanting to drive her over the edge, her moans becoming a high pitched wail of pleasure.

"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, FUCK ME, RYAN, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!"

"GOD, MRS. LYNN, I'M CUMMING!" I roared, firing shot after shot of cum into her pussy as she convulsed in her own violent orgasm on top of me. We bucked against one another as her cunt milked my cock. It felt like I must've fired a gallon of cum into her.

Soon we were coming down, my cock softening inside of her as we held each other close, panting and looking into each others' eyes. Mrs. Lynn, pressing herself close to me, planted a soft kiss on my lips. It lacked the fire of what we'd just done, or any of the other girls I've kissed, but it was tender and sweet, exactly what I'd have hoped for from kissing her.

Smiling seductively, Mrs. Lynn climbed off of me, standing by the desk with my cum running down her thighs. She licked at my softened cock, sucking on its head, rolling her lips over it. I was oversensitive from just having had a major orgasm, but the sheer eroticism of her groaning and sucking my cock, her licking and sucking getting a greater feeling of desperation by the second, brought me back to life somehow.

Jacking my cock next to her face, Mrs. Lynn smiled and licked the side of my shaft. "I'd forgotten how quickly high school boys can recover."

"I aim to please, Mrs. Lynn," I said.

"Well, if that's the case, would you be up for seeing if this beast can please my ass?" Mrs. Lynn purred, reaching a hand back and slapping her ass to get my attention.

She didn't need to do that to keep my attention on her ass, but it was a plenty nice sight.

On shaky legs, I got up and walked behind Mrs. Lynn as she bent over her desk, crushing her tits into its surface. Reaching back, she spread her ass wide, flexing as she did, making her tight little hole wink for me.

Using some of the lessons I'd learned from Brooke, I ran my slick cock slowly up and down the crack of her ass, teasing her hole with my head but not fully pressing inward. Mrs. Lynn moaned and whined each time I pressed in close, only to tease the head away, running it further up and down, spreading our juices around.

"When I said I wanted you to please my ass, I meant I wanted you to fuck it," Mrs. Lynn growled lustily.

"Yes, Mrs. Lynn," I said, pressing the head up against her asshole.

"So, Ryan, fuck my ass! RIGHT! NOW!" she demanded.

Never one to turn up such a polite request, I pressed the head up against her asshole hard, stretching it wide before popping it inside.

"OH, FUCKING SHIT! HOLY FUCK, GOD!" Mrs. Lynn yelled, pounding the desk with one hand while she fingered her pussy savagely with the other. Her ass was almost as tight as Brooke's but ten times as sweet, because I was fucking Mrs. Fucking Lynn. Slowly, savoring the moment and wanting to stretch it as long as I could, I worked only a little bit of my cock in at a time, pressing it into her more and more as I forced her against the desk. She let out screams and moans, pounding the desk as she fingerfucked herself even harder. By the time I was balls deep, I thought she was ready to cum. Shit, I thought I was ready to come in my teacher's tight ass.

Mrs. Lynn, however, was ready for more. Looking over her shoulder, she growled, "Now are you going to stand there doing nothing, or are you going to give your teacher the ass fucking she deserves?"

"Yes, Mrs. Lynn," I said, pulling out and thrusting into her, making her moan deeply.

Her ass was so tight, I thought I might pass out from the pleasure, but standing behind her, her bent over the desk she gave us lectures and homework from really set me off, making me fuck her with more energy than I knew I still had left in the tank.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeated over and over as I fucked her ass, watching her cheeks ripple as I grabbed her by the hips and really let her have it. I was a mindless animal, fucking and unable to do anything but fuck at this point, living for the tightness and heat of her hole and the utter filth that spilled out of her mouth.

"Oh my god, you've got such a big cock, bigger than my fucking husband's! He doesn't have that cock, doesn't eat my pussy, won't fuck me in the ass, FUCK!" she yelled.

"He won't? Fucking why?" I grunted, unable to imagine not wanting to fuck her bountiful and wonderful ass, pounding even harder into her at the thought.

"He thinks it's dirty, fuck, keep going like, right there, right there, FUCK! He thinks it's dirty, he doesn't understand that it's so amazing because it's so fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, DIIIIIIIRTY, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Mrs. Lynn shouted, bucking and cumming again, her ass squeezing my cock almost painfully. It was such an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain that my balls pulled up, firing another explosive set of cum blasts up her ass.

I collapsed onto her, both of us pressed into the desk. Weakly, I kissed the back of her neck, my hands traveling to her breasts, stroking them softly. She giggled slightly, turning to kiss me. We made out for a while like this as my cock softened.

Finally, sighing, Mrs. Lynn said, "We need to get out of here."

"That'd probably be a good idea," I agreed. We both stood up, a torrent of cum spilling down her leg as my cock popped out of her ass. She pulled a box of tissues from her desk, and together we did our best to clean it up.

Her voice sounding like a person who'd just sobered up, Mrs. Lynn said, "So, I would appreciate it if you used discretion about this encounter?"

"Of course. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble," I said.

"I'm glad we agree about that. I know you're eighteen, but there are a lot of people who wouldn't approve of what we just did. Not the least of which would be my husband," Mrs. Lynn said.

"I'll keep it a secret. I swear," I said.

"Good. Now, what was this I heard about you taking a picture of Haley? Something about a 'Senior Year Memories' album?" Mrs. Lynn asked.

Considering all we'd just done, it felt weird to feel embarrassed in front of Mrs. Lynn, and yet, there I was. "It's... it's just this stupid thing that Kaitlyn started. When we first got together, she started an album on my phone of us having sex, and, well I've wound up adding every other girl I've been with to it. I think it's Kaitlyn's way of trying to get me to have more fun."

Mrs. Lynn laughed. "I'll bet I'm to blame for that. This is a time when I'd normally say I shouldn't have forced you two into a room together, but with what we just did, I can't fully say I regret that."

"Nope," I confirmed.

"By school policy, I'm supposed to tell you that keeping and sharing nude pictures of your classmates is highly frowned upon, and if caught could lead to your expulsion. You are aware of that, aren't you, Ryan?" Mrs. Lynn said.

I wasn't, actually. Prior to this year, this had been a policy that I'd never really needed to consider because, well, when was it ever going to apply to me? What she'd said was sobering and scared me, which I'm guessing was her intent the way her face read.

"I'll also tell you that it's one of many policies they don't give two shits about, and that if you're careful, there's nothing to worry about. So, want one more for the album?" Mrs. Lynn asked.

"Uh, sure!" I said, fumbling for my phone.

"Just make sure my face isn't in it; if this leaks out-"

"No problem," I said. Mrs. Lynn posed for me against her desk, still clad in only her nylons and heels. She spread her legs wide, sticking two fingers into her cunt to show off my cum which still dripped down her legs, thrusting her tits out for the camera. I took two quick pictures, then put it into my pants.

Of all the pictures I'd taken so far, I was sure these would be some of the ones I'd masturbate to the most.

That is, if anybody in this school left me enough time to masturbate.

Mrs. Lynn talked to me as we both got dressed. "Now, before there is any other awkwardness, I must get out of the way that this in no way will affect your grades. So long as you continue to be the excellent student you've always been, you'll do fine, but if you slack off, I won't go easy on your grades just because you gave me three mindblowing orgasms (thanks for those, by the way), do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Lynn," I said, smiling as I repeated the words that had gotten her going while we fucked. They had a similar effect on her here, her eyes growing hungry, but she held herself back.

Barely.

"I'm glad we understand each other, then. Beyond that, while I had a great time, I cannot promise that this will become a regular occurrence. I've never done this with a student before, I don't intend to make a habit of it, and I don't wish to lose my job, so discretion will be of the utmost importance," Mrs. Lynn said.

"I understand."

"Good. Good," she repeated, getting close enough to whisper in my ear. "But know this: I'm not done with you yet, Ryan. One day, sometime soon, we're going to get some proper time together, and I will take that cock to places it's never dreamed of."

I gulped, the image making my deflated cock twitch. "I'll look forward to that."

"I know you will," she said as she started getting dressed.

I followed her lead, shaking my head and completely unable to wipe the idiot grin from my face. This was turning out to be one hell of a year, and from what I could tell, it was only looking up from here.

I just wondered where, and to whom, it would take me next.