Senior Year Memories Ch. 31

I ended with a kiss to her pussy lips, looking up at her expectantly and hoping that I'd been a good pet for her.

"That was... you did well," Mrs. Harker said, straightening herself out and trying to sit up straight on the couch, difficult as it was. She patted the seat next to her and said, "Now, sit with me."

I did, because I wasn't stupid.

"Now... Mr. Collins, you lived up to the hype rather exceptionally, I'll say that. More than exceptionally, if I'm to be honest. Exceptionally enough that I feel you've earned a certain reward. Do you feel that you've earned a reward?" Mrs. Harker asked.

"If you think I have," I replied.

"Such a good pet," she said, smiling, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me in close for a kiss. Her lips were just as full and soft as I'd have hoped, and she was a good kisser, very enthusiastic, and as hungry to taste herself on me as I was in making out with her. We kissed like this for a little while, unmindful of one of us being a basically fully clothed teacher and the other a completely naked student, having a good time feeling each other.

Ending the kiss, Mrs. Harker said, "That was only the appetizer. I think it's about time you had the main course."

Before I could ask what that was, she pulled open the rest of her blouse dramatically, spilling her massive tits out before my eyes. For all intents and purposes, she was wearing a bra, but it was the type of bra I'd learned was called a shelf bra, in that it only really supported her tits without really covering them up. Somehow, I wasn't surprised at all that she wore some risqué lingerie beneath her conservative clothes; it seemed to fit how things went around here.

Mrs. Harker's breasts were bigger than anything I'd ever seen, creamy and pale and beautifully round. Her areolas were pale pink and about the size of the palm of my hand, with perfectly suckable, bullet-shaped nipples sticking out.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take your reward and fucking worship my tits, pet!" Mrs. Harker demanded, the kindness in our kissing completely gone as she took her dominant tone again. It was a little harsh, but it made my cock twitch.

And those tits... my god.

It took a lot to completely hypnotize me, but seeing these massive tits up close for the first time had a way of doing that. I was frozen in anticipation, in overstimulated desire. I couldn't do anything because I wanted to do everything.

Mrs. Harker snapped her fingers at me. "Mr. Collins?"

That snapped me out of it. My hands dove forward almost on their own, grabbing Mrs. Harker's amazing tits and squeezing. They were so soft, so full and heavy, and so fucking huge. No one was touching my cock, but even still it felt stimulated for the simple act of groping her boobs. I rolled her nipples under my thumbs, loving how it made her groan pleasurably.

Before she could command me to use my mouth, I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth, suckling and licking at it, teasing it gently with my teeth while I continued to worship them with my hands. I looked up at her expectantly, hoping that she was enjoying what I was doing, and thoroughly enjoying how she looked down at me.

"Mmm, such a good boy... you don't need to be told how to treat a lady, do you? You don't need an instruction manual or correction, you just know right where to go and what to do..." she purred, stroking my hair with her hands.

I didn't answer her, but instead leaned further so I could focus on suckling at her other tit, savoring her groans. She shuddered and quaked under my mouth's efforts; she must have been very sensitive. Experimentally, I dropped one of my hands between her thighs, beneath her skirt. She parted her thighs for me slightly, enough that I could reach in underneath her soaked, utterly ruined panties and once again please her hot, dripping sex.

"Oh FUCK! Keep going, fuck, my nipples are so sensitive, so hard, keep going, keep making me feel good, keep doing that... please..." Mrs. Harker groaned, dropping her head back as she held my face to her massive tits.

I was practically smothered by them at this point, but I didn't care one bit; if I had to be smothered to death by the biggest tits I'd ever seen, well, I could think of worse ways to go out. I fingered her harder, in time with my worship of her tits, playing her as I would a musical instrument. Her groans and moans were my notes, the way her body responded to my touch, to my mouth, my guide for where to go next.

I couldn't tell you how long I was there, lost in her tits, but I didn't care. Stuck in the pillowy pale softness of her mammoth breasts, suckling on her nipples with my fingers buried deep in her cunt, I was well and close to heaven I'd say. We could have kept this going on for quite a while I wagered, and when she finally came again, shaking harder and jerking heavily against the couch as she cried out and gushed on my hand, I felt proud that I had pleased her so well.

"Oh fuck... oh you motherfucker..." she groaned, then laughing. "Literally. Fuck. Haven't done that with a man since... fuck I need to have a talk with my husband, make him fucking man up and do what he's supposed to do instead of treating me like a fragile piece of glass that'll break if he even looks at me..."

Hungrily, she looked down at my cock, then added, "Until he does, though, I'll make my own fun. Yes. That's much better."

On wobbly legs, she stood up before me and pulled off her juice-stained skirt, revealing her massive, curvy ass to me, then turned back to face me as she slipped her panties to the floor.

"I'll have you know that that skirt and panties weren't cheap. And you made me make a nice fucking mess all over them. If you weren't so good at making me cum, I'd fucking bend you over my knee and punish that ass like there was no tomorrow," Mrs. Harker said, standing before me in near-naked glory. Though she still wore her blouse and bra, the blouse was wide open and her tits beautifully displayed. A fancy garter belt held up her stockings, and her heels gave her a nice extra bit of height and stuck her ass out.

"But I have been good, haven't I? I've made you cum rather exceptionally, it seems, haven't I, Mrs. Harker?" I asked, keeping my voice demure and playing the game she wanted to play.

"You have. But let's cut the crap, and get down to it. I am in desperate need of some serious cock, and if my sweet but weak husband isn't willing to give it to me, then I'll find someone who will. What do you say, Mr. Collins? Are you ready for your married teacher to bury your magnificent cock in her top-shelf cunt and have her ride you until you fill her exceptional slit deep with your thick, young cum?" Mrs. Harker purred, crossing her arms under her tits and giving them a slight lift.

Do I really have to illustrate how easy it was to answer her?

I nodded. Mrs. Harker smirked.

Cocky, she walked up to me, kneeling onto the couch and straddling my legs. My cock bounced up against her pussy lips, and she hissed pleasurably. I looked up at her in awe of this sex goddess straddling my cock, eyeing me hungrily. She knelt down over me, sliding her soaked pussy lips up and down my shaft, making me groan.

"You know I've been with some women since my husband stopped touching me. I have a high sex drive and it needs to be fed, it felt natural to seek an outlet," Mrs. Harker monologued as she tantalizingly continued gliding up and down on my cock. "I lied to myself, saying that it wasn't cheating, it was just fun, because it was with other women and he'd be titillated if I were ever with another woman and that would be a thrill. It was only cheating if it was with another man, cock buried in cunt, but no, I wasn't doing that. As much as I needed that, I was still that good."

Reaching the head of my cock, she stopped, reaching down and grabbing hold of me, lining me up with her pussy lips. Kissing me once, she said, "I'm not going to be that good anymore."

She forced herself down onto me, the head of my cock slipping inside of her tight, hot cunt. It wasn't the tightest I'd ever been in, but that didn't make me moan in pleasure any less, because Mrs. Harker's body was a work of art that I was only too lucky to experience.

Wordlessly she shrieked, forcing herself down another inch. I grabbed hold of her ass, helping pull her down as I sunk into her a little at a time. She looked down at me, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open in a perfect circle as soft sounds of pleasure occasionally arose from her throat. She settled down, forcing herself onto me a little bit at a time before biting her lip and shoving the last couple inches inside.

As the entirety of my length settled inside of her, Mrs. Harker's eyes nearly bugged out, her mouth dropping open silently again. Was it in pleasure? Shock? Her breaths were shallow, as if she fully didn't know what she wanted to feel. A groan, one from deep within and far beyond her control, came out just as her eyes nearly rolled back into her head and trembled with pleasure.

Squeezing my cock with her pussy, she then looked down at me, at us, and smiled drunkenly with pleasure. "I'm a... I'm a... GOD, FUCK! Fuck, I'm a cheating bitch now, fuck, I'm a cheating bitch and it feels so good... fuck, Mr. Collins, your cock and my body were made for each other, this is perfection, this is amazing, god, FUCK ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

She announced this with a pride and such a pure sense of triumphant joy that I couldn't help but smile with her. How she wanted to live her life was her choice, but if she was enjoying herself and I was enjoying it while buried ten inches with her, well, I wasn't one to argue.

Mrs. Harker rose, pulling a few inches out of my cock out of her before settling back down again. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth opened in a wild, lusty scream that promised quite a bit of fun. I might have joined her, it was hard to be sure for the intense pleasure that nearly blinded me. My cock was buried to the hilt in the cunt of the bustiest teacher in school, and soon we would be fucking. If what she said was true, this would likely happen again, and again, and again, the two of us fucking while she gave me tasks as her errand boy. It wouldn't take much to learn to enjoy that.

She trembled against me, and so I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her onto me and letting her tremble. Her insane tits crushed against my chest, I let a hand drop to squeeze her ass again while she got accustomed to my size. Wanting my mouth on her somewhere, anywhere, I soon began kissing and gently licking her neck, causing her to only tremble harder.

"Holy fuck..." she groaned. "Wow..."

"It's... amazing..." I replied, both meaning it and wanting to bring her back to where she wanted to be. She'd started this encounter nice and dominant, but had lost a lot of that rigidity and bluster as she collapsed against me. For a moment, I knew I felt *her*, the Mrs. Harker stripped of any pretense and pontificating, and found myself buried inside of a lonely woman who needed some attention.

My efforts, though, seemed to work. She looked up at me, blinking and returning her confident sneer. "Of course... of course it's amazing. I'm amazing. You... holyfuck... you knew that already. Is it everything you dreamed of? Am I every bit as tight and soft and perfect as you imagined me being while you jacked off thinking about my curves?"

"Better," I replied.

"Such a good pet," she said, kissing me deeply and squeezing my cock with her pussy. "Such a very, very good pet. I knew this was the right choice to make. I knew trusting my friends about you was the right move. You're a very good boy, with a very nice mouth and an even better cock."

Slowly, she raised herself up, then slid back down onto my cock. Mrs. Harker's eyes snapped closed and she shivered, her hands digging into my chest as she pushed off of me and began to ride.

"Wow," I murmured, looking down to where my cock spread her pussy open in awe as it disappeared into her, only to reappear as she pushed off of me.

"Yeah, you've been with a lot of other bitches, but none with a body like mine, have you?" Mrs. Harker said, hissing as she started to ride me properly.

"No, none of them have ever been quite like you," I admitted, ducking my head down so I could suck on her tits while she rode me.

Mrs. Harker moaned, running her nails down my chest pleasurably as she fucked me. "And you'll never find one like me. Let's face it, there's a lot of hot bodied girls and women in this town, but none of them like me. I'm one-of-a-fucking kind, and I was made for this cock like you were made for me. We fit together, and we're fucking magic, and... god, keep fucking me!"

I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm and trying my best not to lose it.

It wasn't easy. Her pussy felt every bit as magical as she claimed we were, and her insane tits bouncing before my eyes were practically hypnotic. I could barely remember my own name, let alone anything else that happened today as her body slammed down into me with a sexual intensity I didn't know a body like hers could handle.

It took every last ounce of self-restraint I had and a little more past that to avoid cumming as she really began to fuck me, but I pulled it together. Thank god, I pulled it together.

Though our seating on the couch was awkward, I was able to plant my feet on the floor and fuck up into her every bit as hard as she fucked down onto me, transforming us from two people with exceptional assets into one writhing, grunting, sweating body. Flesh slapped against flesh, and I couldn't tell you where I ended and she began as we fucked into each other with an impressive savagery. Her eyes bored down into mine, staring me down with a superiority she had well-earned, while I looked up at her grateful and horny and doing everything in my power not to fuck up and cum too soon.

Focusing on sucking her tits helped, slightly, but her lips were the easiest way to lose me. I don't know what kind of lipstick she wore, but its staying power was marvelous, keeping her lips bright red, smear free and utterly begging to be kissed. I leaned up and made out with her, our tongues exploring each other as our bodies fought to find a sexual peak.

"Tell me... tell me... tell me what I need to hear..." Mrs. Harker groaned as she fucked me savagely, holding on tight as her hips became a blur, pleasuring my cock with unfathomable speed. With her this close to me, I looked over her shoulder at the intoxicating sight of her jiggling, amazing ass slamming down onto me. I might have been past words before, but when she called for them, I felt inspired.

I held her, painfully slowing her down so I could say what I needed to say while still being able to breathe. It didn't stop her from grinding down on top of me, but I had enough to say what I needed to say, and what she needed to hear. "You're so fucking hot, and I am so fucking lucky. Every square inch of your body is so fucking amazing, made to fuck, to please and be pleased and I want to please you. Your husband's a fucking fool for not fucking you like the goddess you are, but I'll fuck you whenever, and however you need, worship you with everything I got until you're full and satisfied, because you're right, our bodies were made for each other. This big cock and your perfect fucking body... fuck, we were designed to make each other cum."

Smiling slyly, she kissed me long and hard, then began rocking her hips faster. "Fuck me, pet. Fuck me hard, and make me cum again, and then cum for me. I'm not letting you go until you've filled this pussy with cum..."

She sat up on me, riding me hard again, her massive tits bouncing and colliding. I reached up to grab them, steadying them, squeezing her nipples as she savagely fucked me. I did what I could to meet her, but Mrs. Harker was on another plane of sexual need. She looked down at me with such a look of confidence and sexual superiority that I could only seek to match as I thrust up into her, holding on with every ounce of will I had against her onslaught.

"Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum... I'm gonna cum like the cheating whore I am on top of your big fucking cock and you're gonna fill this married cunt... fuck it feels so damn good, it feels good to be bad, feels good to be bad on your thick, fucking cock..." she intoned.

"God you feel so good, Mrs. Harker... fuck... I've never seen any body like this... never fucked anyone like you... god..." I groaned, leaning back into the couch and closing my eyes as I fucked up into her as hard as I could.

"I'm gonna cum soon..." Mrs. Harker groaned.

"Me too..." I replied.

"Cum for me, pet. Cum for me hard and set me off... cum for me FUCKING! NOW!" Mrs. Harker roared.

She didn't need to ask twice. I felt my balls clench and my body overwhelmed by pleasure as I came deep inside Mrs. Harker's pussy. My body was calling on reserves I didn't even know I had as I thrust into her, overpowered by sensation that set my body alight with pleasure. Fucking hell, it felt like I was having sex for the first time again for the pleasure I felt (except this time, I was good at it), and the torrent felt endless.

My own orgasm was easily beaten by Mrs. Harker's, screaming and clenching down on me as her hips slowly jerked up and down on my cock, milking every last drop from my cock. Her face, so expressive, was completely lost to the pleasure, her mouth wide open as she wailed, haltingly, her eyes rolled back as she shook and bucked against me. Her pussy squeezed me, pulling even more cum from me deep inside of her. It felt like if I let go, her pussy might well have pulled my cock off, so I hung on for the ride, thrusting gently inside of her in slow, spasmodic jerks.

After what felt like an hour of this, she finally collapsed against me. My cock still buried in her pussy, we held onto each other for a good long moment, the both of us just sitting here intertwined, catching our breaths and coming back to earth. Again, my mouth needed something to do, so I leaned into the crook of her neck and began slowly kissing it. With a sound very much like purring, she curled against me.

We sat there, still conjoined and holding onto each other. Mrs. Harker did look up at me once, planting her lips on mine for a long, deep kiss before climbing off and sitting next to me on the couch still trying to catch her breath. Her pussy was obscene, with swollen, stretched-out lips leaking a positive river of cum. It felt in that moment that I had never seen anything hotter in my life.

"Would you mind... would it please you if I got a picture?" I asked.

"As long as it doesn't get shared around, shoot away. I left your stuff right outside the office door," Mrs. Harker replied, her deep breathing making her tits rise and fall in epic fashion.

True to her word, she had piled my stuff right outside the door. I pulled them all inside, making sure to once again lock the door behind us and pulling out my phone. Mrs. Harker sat on the couch, looking up at me with the same intensity she'd had when she seduced me, her legs still spread apart lewdly and showing exactly what I had done to her. She let me take a few pictures before I put the phone away, then I sat down next to her again.

"I'll imagine you've some exciting pictures stashed away in that phone," she said.

"That's... putting it lightly," I admitted.

"Well, enjoy them while you can. You've still got a fair amount of time to enjoy your irresponsibility, have fun with it, and never forget the good times you've had," she said knowingly.

"I know responsibility. I've done a lot this year, with the paper and Halloween, and Christmas, and... well, I've got a lot going on, but if you need an errand boy, I'll help you the best I can."

"Good, because I'll need it," Mrs. Harker said, sighing.