Senior Year Memories Ch. 28

"You ladies talk about a lot in your book club," I said.

Mrs. Addams nodded. "Sometimes even about books. But mostly we get drunk on champagne and merlot and bitch, let Viola sell us on some of those sex toys she runs as a side hustle, maybe get drunk enough so a couple of us'll stumble off to another room and go down each other for a bit. You know, old lady stuff."

That didn't sound like any old lady stuff I knew, but it was enough to bring some life back to my cock.

"Sounds like I need to start reading more," I said.

"I doubt that. First off, Mr. Collins, your grade tells me enough that I know you do more than just the assigned reading; don't be so modest about that. And second, if you actually showed your face at a meeting of our book club? I'll be honest, I'm pretty sure you'd get eaten alive," Mrs. Addams said confidently.

"That a fact?" I asked.

"Entirely," she replied.

"You're kind of doing a bad job of keeping me away," I said.

"Who said I was trying to keep you away?" she asked, her eyes and voice full of mischief.

There she was, the Mrs. Addams I really knew, the strong if stern badass of an unbelievably hot English teacher. Sure, she was more naked than I was used to, but considering how much of the year I'd seen her just looking tired, seeing even this glimmer of her old self was a welcome change.

I leaned in and kissed her. She returned it, eagerly, pressing her body more closely against mine.

"No one," I answered her. "I was just curious about what you ladies might have in mind for me."

She wrapped one of her dainty hands almost all the way around my cock, slowly stroking it and answering, "All sorts of things, I'd wager, but what they want to do with you is immaterial. I'm more interested in what you can do for me, right now, because I got you all to myself and wish to keep it that way while I've got you."

I slipped a hand between her thighs, rubbing her damp, hot slit with my fingers. Pressing against her clit, I made her groan.

"I think we can work something out of that," I said, leaning in to kiss her more deeply. It was a nice, hot makeout session if I say so myself, both of us kissing long and deep, unhurried after our initial encounter and now looking for some good, old-fashioned fun. Her hands were on my cock, slowly spreading my precum around and feeling really, really fucking amazing. I had a harder time choosing where to put my hands, but between the one between her legs and the one that I had working her tits, I was pretty happy.

So was she. Now that we were no longer playing her game so she could relax, I got to see the real Janelle Addams, and found her to be a fine companion.

"Oh that's it, right there, suck my nipples while you finger me," she said as I did just that. "Oh, fuck, you may be a boy, but you've got more than most men, and I'm not just talking about this cock! Fuck, you've got experience, you've got skill, you've got what it really takes to satisfy a woman, don't you?"

"It's a good thing you've got plenty to satisfy, then, isn't it?" I said, taking in the epic size of her tits.

She admonished me by pressing my face back toward her boobs. "I do, but keep playing with me. Make me feel nice, make me feel wanted, make me feel... mmmmmmmmm..."

I knew I could make her feel better than this, and set about doing exactly that. Though it meant giving up her perfect handjob, I pressed her back to where she leaned against the couch and dropped to the floor on my knees. Without any pretense or foreplay, I dove right in to eat her delicious, needy pussy.

She squealed, though not from surprise, as I did this, squeezing her tits and playing with her erect nipples as she looked down at me. "Ah, I was wondering when I'd get to feel your mouth on my cunt. I've heard so much about this gift..."

"Is it everything you hoped for?" I asked, unsurprised when she wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me back into your pussy.

"I'll get back to you on that... yesyesyes, right there..." she purred, running her fingers through my hair and holding on tight.

Having already fucked her, I knew that this pussy was amazing, but getting to get in and a good, long taste of her, I found that I'd underestimated just how amazing it actually was. Mrs. Addams was sweet, and she was juicy, and the juices kept on flowing, coating my chin, my lips, my tongue and rolling down her thighs. She wasn't even cumming yet, and this flow was a pretty solid constant that made eating her out exceptionally fun.

With my tongue running nice, firm circles on her clit, I reached up and slid a finger into her pussy. Then another. And another. Three fingers into her, I twisted them around, thrusting gently in time with my tongue, playing off of her moans to keep her going without ever taking her to where I ultimately wanted her to be. I liked bringing her close, to a precipice where I felt her tremble and quiver and about to let go, only to back off and bring her down, prolonging the buildup as I continued to work her over with my mouth and fingers.

And then I stopped. Oh, I kept the pressure, I kept my tongue and fingers in place, but I stopped toying with her, leaving her on the edge as she whined and bucked her hips against me, keeping her from going over the edge no matter how hard she tried to finish the job herself.

"Oh, you're such a fucking bastard," she groaned, looking down at me with angry, lustful eyes.

I took my mouth off her cunt. "You know, etymologically speaking, that's incorrect; my parents were married when I was born."

"Did you really stop eating my pussy so you could discuss etymology with me?" Mrs. Addams asked.

"Yeah. Is it doing anything for you?" I teased.

She squeezed her nipples particularly hard, moaning, "Believe it or not, yes, actually. Not much, but sort of."

"Thought it might," I said, taking her off guard when I dove back into furiously eating her out. I'd purposefully stopped to tease her before, but now I was going all in on getting her off. My tongue eagerly circled her clit and played with her lips, while my fingers fucked in and out of her like a piston, curling toward her g-spot with every thrust inward. She was soaked, hell, I was soaked, her juices covering her thighs, my hand, my face, her pungent and intoxicating aroma filling the air.

Needless to say, Mrs. Addams enjoyed the attention, playing with her tits even more energetically as she rode my face. "Fucking goddamn, yes! Eat your teacher's pussy! Eat your English teacher's juicy fucking pussy! Make me come all over your fucking face! I'm gonna do it, make you drink it all up, right there, fuck, keep going, keep going... FUCK, GODDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMNIT!!"

She wasn't lying. I was expecting Mrs. Addams to be wet, but when her juices came out in a torrent, it was everything I could do to keep up with them. This room was bound to smell like her cunt for a few months, but at the moment that wasn't really something that worried me. I tried to keep up with her pussy, licking and sucking and drinking everything she had to offer, finding relief only when her orgasm abated.

Breathing heavily, she collapsed fully against the couch, her eyes glazed over and satisfied. "Okay... okay... I heard it was good... but I didn't know... fuck, Ryan... you're a fucking prodigy."

Licking my lips, I got up and sat next to her on the couch. "Did you use 'fucking' there to indicate emphasis on how much of a prodigy I am, or to say that I'm a prodigy at fucking?"

"More English humor?" she asked.

"An attempt," I admitted. "Still sort of work?"

"Sort of," she said, smiling slyly. She leaned over, placing a long, luxurious kiss on the head of my cock. Her tongue peeked through her full, moist lips, circling the head and making me moan. She kept her mouth like this for a while, looking up at me teasingly.

"This is what I get for taking my time playing around, isn't it?" I asked.

"Some of it, definitely. Some of it's also because I love sucking cock," she said, dropping down a couple inches. I was in ecstasy, but an ecstasy that only maddened me for how much I needed to cum.

"Is that the only thing you love?" I asked, running a hand through her hair.

She kissed the head of my cock, then smiled at me devilishly. "Why, Mr. Collins, are you asking me to climb on top of you and ride you like none of the little girls at this school ever could?"

"Not in those words, but in that point, yes, I'd really like that," I said.

"You only had to ask," Mrs. Addams said, sitting up and swinging a leg over me to straddle my hips. She ground her soaked pussy against the length of my cock, making both of us moan. "How have you been hiding this all this time?"

"I wasn't trying to hide anything, I just naturally stayed below the radar. And then this year... I was discovered," I said.

She reached between her legs, lining my cock up with her entrance before she sat down on me. I hissed with pleasure, while she bit her lip and groaned, as once again my cock burrowed into her tight, hot, slit all the way to the root.

"I must send a thank you to whatever explorer decided to plant her flag on you first and introduce you to the world. Will you answer if I ask you nicely, or do I have to fuck her name out of you?" Mrs. Addams asked, squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles.

I groaned, running my hands down and squeezing her ass. "Asking nicely works. Kaitlyn Pruitt."

Mrs. Addams leaned into me, pressing her massive tits against my chest and planting a kiss on my neck. "The slut's improved her tastes. I assume you can take credit for the improvement of her disposition over the past few months?"

"Not all of it. She's done a lot of soul-searching this year," I said.

"Haven't we all?" Mrs. Addams said, rising and falling slowly on my cock. "Well, I'll think of an appropriate thank you later. Right now, I don't want to talk about Kaitlyn Pruitt or anyone else at this school except you and me. I want to fuck you, and I mean to fuck you hard. I want to fuck you so hard you'll never forget me, until you drain every drop of your thick teen cum into my pussy. Am I understood?"

The words were music to my ears. "Yes, Mrs. Addams."

She cooed, bouncing up and down on me slightly. "Yes... I like it when you call me that. It reminds me that I'm your teacher... and this is so fucking dirty..."

"I will, Mrs. Addams," I said mischievously, running my hands up and grabbing her tits, squeezing them and toying with her nipples as she began to fuck me harder. She grabbed me by the face and pulled me in for a kiss, making out intensely as she kept riding me harder and deeper.

"God, I think we're gonna have to make a habit of this, Ryan. If Brenda isn't monopolizing you and if you don't have some other teenaged slut stealing your time, I want you fucking me. I need this monster inside of me, filling me up, making me feeling fucking alive again... it's been so long, and I've needed it so much," she moaned as she rode me, her ass furiously slapping against my thighs as she started taking almost my entire cock with every bounce.

In the moment, it was a pretty sweet image, getting to fuck Mrs. Addams whenever I had the free time, but with my dance card pretty full as it was and things only bound to get crazier as the year pressed on, I said, "I'll do what I can."

"Oh? That's a pretty noncommittal answer," she said, slowing down and rocking her hips on me slowly, squeezing my cock so exquisitely with her hot cunt.

I didn't want to reject her, not when she'd opened herself up to me about her divorce status and how lonely she sounded, but I had to be honest with her, too, "I've a... pretty active social life these days, and I can't make any... fuck you're tight... promises about what I can and can't do."

She rolled her eyes at me, slowing almost to a stop. "Ryan, I know that every bit as much as you know I can't do that with everything I've got in my world now, but let a girl live in her fantasies for a moment, make me some promises we both know neither of us can keep because it's fun to say them when you're lost in a haze of mindblowing sex, while making me an actual promise now that if you've ever got a few minutes and I've got a few minutes and we're both up for it that you'll bend me over my desk and screw my brains out because I could use a good screw?"

I appreciated her honesty. "I'll agree to all of that."

"Good," she said, kissing me deeply and resuming her near blinding pace of fucking my cock. "Now promise me everything..."

I kissed her again, and I promised, punctuating each promise with a kiss and a thrust. "I promise you this cock... I promise to fuck you whenever and however you need it... I promise to bring you the greatest pleasure you've ever felt... I promise to give you the best school year you've ever had... I promise to make you cum so hard, so often you'll barely be able to walk when you're at school..."

"Fuck..." she groaned, slamming down on me hard. She wasn't my teacher anymore, but a grunting, sweating, rutting beast. The room was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing and moans of pleasure, of the slapping of flesh against flesh and the squeaking of the couch. The air was thick with the scent of her mature pussy and promises that I'd need a long shower after all this was done. She whined, "I need it... I need it so bad..."

"Whatever you want, whatever you need, I promise it to you," I said.

Mrs. Addams moaned, then kissed me deeply. She leaned against me, crushing her insane tits against me as she rode me, reaching down to finger her clit and whispering in my ear, "Fill me up. Fill your teacher's cunt with your teenaged cum. I need it, fill me up, cum inside me... do it, Ryan... cum for me..."

She didn't need to guide me in doing this, but the permission and the encouragement was welcome. My balls were swollen and ready to burst, her hot body and firm efforts pushing me to the edge and well past it time and time again throughout our encounter. I'd held out for her, wanting to prolong the fun for both of us, but sensing that we were close to an end I allowed myself to be overtaken by the pleasure. I let myself go.

"Fuuuuuuck..." I hissed as my orgasm overwhelmed me, filling her tight, wet pussy with cum. I'd thought that it'd be impossible to shoot any more after the load I deposited all over her tits, but as usual there were reserves to call on. Mrs. Addams joined me with one last, good cum; it wasn't as powerful as any of her earlier ones, a simple jolt that set her body shaking as she cooed and groaned and writhed against me, but that didn't make it any less hot.

We came down together slowly, her pace dropping off as she collapsed against me, panting and sweating and stinking of sex, the two of us kissing and smiling as our hands explored each other. It wasn't how I expected to start the day, but honestly, by this point I really should've been on the lookout for stuff like this to happen.

"Was that what you were looking for?" I asked, squeezing her ass playfully.

"It was nice to feel wanted for a little while. And used, but that's its own kind of fun you need a particularly gifted partner for," she said.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Any time. And I mean it, any time that we're both available, I wouldn't mind doing that again," she said.

"I'll take you up on that," I laughed, pinching one of her nipples, loving how hard they still were. She wiggled in my lap, squeezing my softening cock with her cunt.

"Until then, I should probably start looking for a boyfriend. Someone to really rub in my soon-to-be-ex's face. Maybe get a nice picture of me and half the football team... or the cheer squad..." she mused.

"Or your book club?" I proposed.

Mrs. Addams snickered, kissing me again. "Not a bad idea you've got there."

"I've been known to have them..." I said, leaning back against the couch with my hands behind my head. "...from time to time."

***

By the time I got home I was mentally and physically exhausted. I'd fucked a lot of girls, but found that I often got the most drained when I was with a nice, hot MILF. With what Mrs. Lynn was saying, I knew a fair few had their eye on me now, and that wasn't the worst thing ever. I'd have to keep my strength up for whenever one of these encounters popped up, but there were worse sacrifices I could make.

Tossing my stuff on my bed, I went into the bathroom and started a hot shower, then back to my bedroom to get undressed. Everything I had still smelled richly of Mrs. Janelle Addams' unique scent, and though I was quite intoxicated by it, it was probably best if I didn't walk around everywhere smelling of my English teacher's pussy.

I hoped she was alright. I was pretty sure she would be. She was going through a rough time that I could sympathize with, even if I hadn't been through nearly as shitty a time as she was dealing with, but she had a new spring in her step on her way out of the bungalow. Combined with the texted picture she sent me of my cum still leaking out of her engorged pussy lips a while later, and I thought she was doing better.

Time would have to tell on that one, of course.

After I pulled off my shirt, I felt a buzzing in my pocket. A new text. I opened it up.

Brooke: Look just a teensy bit to your left!! :):):);)

A little bit to my left had me looking out the window toward Alice's house, and more appropriately her bedroom window.

Standing in it was Brooke, wearing little more than a sheet wrapped around her shoulders. She hugged it to her nice, tight, petite frame nicely, leaving just enough open to let me see one of her small, perky, bare breasts.

To remove absolutely all ambiguity as to what was going on, Alice's dark-skinned arms snaked around Brooke's tight body, her face appearing next to the blonde cheerleader's and smiling mischievously. Playfully, Brooke turned and kissed Alice, but the kiss wasn't playful for long. In fact, it got steamy fast.

Just as it appeared to get good, Alice looked at me, winked, and closed her curtains.

I laughed.

"Just when you think it can't get any crazier..." I mused.

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