Senior Year Memories: Mrs. Lynn (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

(DISCLAIMER: All characters represented in this story are consenting adults at least 18-years-old.)

Hello my wonderful patrons! Alright, we may still be getting things back on track around these parts, but I am excited to share something new for the first time in a while. Per votes on the old page, Mrs. Lynn was one of the most popular contenders for a Patreon Exclusive Story, and I gotta say, I can't argue with you there. It was a lot of fun to get to write a scene with her and Ryan again, and it feels fantastic that they'll be able to kick off a new era of new content on this page. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Now, for a variety of practical reasons, I’d spent most of my senior year avoiding sex with my teachers outside of the confines of school or the Book Club’s long weekend retreat. When getting caught was a concern, and getting caught meant trouble for all the parties involved, it was just cleaner for everyone involved if we did as much as possible at the poorly patrolled Regan Hills High or at a neutral, third-party location for the sake of discretion.

Still, in those rare moments when I got an invitation to one of my hot teacher’s homes with the promise of wild sex… well, what can I say, I was only human.

Checking over first one shoulder, then the other as I pedaled up to the nondescript suburban home, I slowed to a stop on the sidewalk and pulled out my phone, double-checking the address in the text to make sure I had the right place. Of course, I couldn’t help but also scroll a little higher up the text chain, seeing that enticing picture of a massive pair of breasts barely contained within a lacy red bra and one simple message.

Mrs. Lynn: My husband has taken our kids to his parents’ house for the weekend. Wanna fuck?

As you probably could figure out by now, my answer was a resounding yes, and I was over at Mrs. Lynn’s house in less than twenty minutes. I followed her instructions to the letter, taking my bike and stashing it just past the gate beside her house before walking around the back. I hadn’t had a chance to really dress up in anything fancy for the occasion, though I did put on my cleanest t-shirt and jeans, and by the time I knocked on the sliding glass door at the rear of the house, I was feeling ready for anything.

I stood there for only a moment, as I soon saw the shadowy figure inside strolling towards me. As was ever the case with Mrs. Lynn, my anticipation rose quickly, almost as much as my cock, and when the sliding door opened to reveal my favorite teacher standing before me, it took about all I had not to jump her immediately.

“Ryan… so glad you could make it,” she practically purred, looking me up and down appreciatively.

I’d say I wasn’t doing the same, but then I’d be lying. Mrs. Lynn looked amazing even when she was tired and at the end of a long day of teaching, but right now she looked fucking radiant. For a woman in her late 30s, she looked considerably younger and more excited in this moment, a bright smile lighting up her beautiful face, accented with just enough makeup to show off her sharp, clever features. Big blue eyes stared up at me, sparkling with mischief as she pursed her full, soft lips, as she reached up to brush some of her bobbed blonde hair from her vision. She greeted me at the door in a short, silky robe that only went as low as her mid-thigh, and was open enough in the front to show me an amazing view of her epic cleavage (which was easy enough to see, considering her 5’3” height had her almost a foot shorter than me. It was tight, so tight that it barely did anything to hide her impressive curves, and tight enough that it took the greatest effort to not drool over the sight of her.

I’d lost count of how many times the two of us had had sex before now, but even here I couldn’t help but feel my heartbeat quicken with anticipation as I stood before this gorgeous woman, my favorite teacher, this MILF who would always hold a special place in my heart.

“Glad to be here… can I come in?” I asked.

“Oh, please do…” she said, motioning me into her home. “I’m sorry that the place is kind of a mess right now, this was kind of impromptu and I didn’t really have the time to do any cleaning. Or the desire, if I’m being honest.”

“It’s all good,” I replied, smirking. “You know how dirty I like it.”

“Oh, we’re joking already?” Mrs. Lynn chuckled, closing the door behind us as we walked through her dining room.

“I’m kind of always joking. I thought you liked the joking,” I teased.

“I never said I didn’t like it…” she said.

“Then we’re in agreement,” I replied, smiling a little smugly.

Looking up at me, Mrs. Lynn bit her lip. “You know, I had a whole lot of ideas for how this would go down in my mind… I’d put on this whole seductive routine for how I’d tease you and take you to the bedroom before we got down to the nitty gritty, and now that you’re standing here in my home… I’m drawing a blank. An actual fucking blank. I don’t think any guy’s ever done that for me, and now I’m standing in front of you and I can’t think of a fucking thing I’d planned for this.”

“Sorry?” I proposed.

She shook her head. “Don’t be. This is a good thing, even if it is novel.”

Quickly closing some distance between us, Mrs. Lynn pressed her hand to my clothed cock, rubbing and squeezing me through my jeans.

“You’re hard already…” she purred, smiling up at me with an even greater glee.

I groaned at her touch. “Well, with an invitation like what you sent me, how couldn’t I be?”

Mrs. Lynn chuckled to herself. “You know, that’s fair. I’ve always known how to get a guy’s attention, but to get your attention when you’re positively drowning in pussy… well, you have to understand how that could be good for my ego.”

I nodded. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

“Good,” she replied, licking her lips and nodding. “That’s very good… alright, I feel like we’ve made enough small talk, and that I can’t make it to the bedroom before I get a little taste…”

Mrs. Lynn didn’t waste any time dropping to her knees in front of me, her hands quickly going to work undoing my belt and fly. She looked up into my eyes the entire time, smiling brightly even as she concentrated on pulling my cock out.

“I’ve been waiting here with my vibrator… fuck, had to have cum two or three times while waiting for you to get your ass over here…” she groaned, finally opening my pants and dropping them around my ankles.

“In an impatient mood today…” I said playfully, hissing softly as she ran her hands eagerly over the bulge straining my underwear.

“No shit…” Mrs. Lynn replied, kissing my cock through my underwear and smiling up at me with a hungry eagerness. “I’ve been waiting for my husband to take this trip for a while now. I’ve been needing your cock again like you wouldn’t believe…”

When she pulled my cock out of my underwear, the thick, ten-inch erection almost hitting her in the face and making her giggle, yeah, I could believe how much she needed my cock. The way she practically inhaled me seconds later only confirmed this. There was no hesitation or pause, no moment for her to really take her time worshipping my cock as she would so often do, no, now there was only an intense desire for me that needed to be sated now. She slurped away at my head at first, stroking the rest of my cock with both hands, but before long she was bobbing half my length, then getting all of my ten inches deep down her throat as she swiftly sucked me.

“Fuck!” I groaned, dropping my head back as she did this, running my hands through her hair and humping back against her mouth as she deepthroated me.

Mrs. Lynn moaned, and I couldn’t help but look down at her. She had a hand between her legs, fingering herself underneath that short robe she wore in a way that I infuriatingly could not see. Looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, I couldn’t help but see a faint look of superiority in her gaze. She was enjoying herself, to be sure, but I think she was enjoying the feeling of power that came with this position just as much. Oh, sure, I was standing over her, fucking against her face, but Mrs. Lynn knew well that she was the one who was truly in charge here. My pleasure depended on her expert oral skills, and even with a mouthful of cock, I could see a certain smugness in the way she looked up at me.

If that was in the mood she was in today, I wasn’t going to begrudge her that, but I was also going to make sure I had my own fun as well.

Growling, I asked, “You’re not wearing anything under that robe, are you?”

“Npfmmm,” Mrs. Lynn replied, not slowing for even a second as she sucked my cock.

I shouldn’t have expected much more eloquence than that from her under the circumstances, but by her tone I could tell she’d answered in the negative.

“Open your robe,” I commanded, gripping her hair more tightly and fucking back against her mouth. “I want to see you…”

Though it was physically impossible for her to smile in this position with how full her mouth was, by the gleam in her eye I could tell she wanted to. Instead of smiling, she gave a low moan of pleasure, then reached down to open up her robe and spread it so I could better see her naked body. Mrs. Lynn’s full, round, DD-cup breasts were on epic display for me from this angle, and with the slightest craning of my neck I could see down her fit body to her wet pussy with its well-trimmed frame of pubic hair. Even with the two of us locked in this position, she liked to put on a show for me, and I was powerless to stop her.

Not that I wanted to, really.

Now that she was exposed to me fully, Mrs. Lynn really jumped into the blowjob, licking and sucking feverishly as she bobbed up and down on my cock rapidly. Now that I could see that she was fingering herself in perfect time to her blowing me, I admit that I lost it a little. I let go of Mrs. Lynn’s hair, surrendering to the insane pleasure I felt as she swiftly deepthroated me. For an encounter with not a lot of leadup, I was feeling like I might soon explode soon if nothing changed, which spoke as much to how fucking hot Mrs. Lynn was as it did for how good she was at blowing me.

Groaning, I let her know this, “This is… ummm… amazing, Mrs. Lynn… but I must warn you… god… if you keep sucking like that, I’m gonna cum soon. Like, really soon. And I can try… I can try to hold off if you want me to, but you’d have to slow down a little, because this feels too fucking good… goddamnit… fuck, so damn good…”

Mrs. Lynn kept looking up at me, an almost coy expression on her face as she considered me, and only sucked me harder.

Well, if that was how she wanted it, that was how she was going to get it. I didn’t hold back, fucking back against Mrs. Lynn’s enthusiasm while she blew me with a gusto that I could only hope to match. While I normally enjoyed a little more talk before we got down to things, Mrs. Lynn jumping me as quickly as she had proved its own unique excitement. Looking down at her beautiful nudity, feeling her pouty lips stretching around my cock as she eagerly pleasured me, well, I was hitting my limits pretty quickly.

My balls boiling, I gripped a handful of her hair and warned, “I’m… fuck… you’re gonna make me cum… I’m cumming… I’m cumming… fuck, fuckfuckfuckFUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

That was it, the floodgates opening. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I came hard, filling Mrs. Lynn’s mouth as she eagerly sucked down every drop I had to give her. Of course, even with her level of talent, the sheer volume of cum quickly became a bit much for her and she was forced to pull my cock out of her mouth. Still, she kept it aimed at her mouth, with spurts of cum still spurting between her open lips, but also splashing across her face, down her neck and onto her tits. This was a familiar position for Mrs. Lynn and I to be in, and even a complete mess like this, she looked absolutely amazing.

It still boggled my mind that I got to see the woman who’d inadvertently started my adventurous senior year like this, and if I weren’t already slightly deflating, I probably would have taken her on the floor then and there for the swelling of emotions this brought me.

Still, my cock was going down, if just for a moment, and seeing this, Mrs. Lynn sucked out the last drops. Presenting me with a beautifully depraved look at the lake of cum that had collected in her mouth, she soon swallowed it all down and smiled up at me sweetly.

“Fuck… you’re an amazing cocksucker, Mrs. Lynn,” I said, suddenly feeling rather weak for the endorphin rush I’d just been through.

Playfully, Mrs. Lynn put her hands to her chest. “Awww, just what every grown woman wants to hear.”

“Does it help that I meant it as a compliment?” I asked.

She stroked her cum-coated chin. “Actually, yeah.”

Quickly, Mrs. Lynn stood up and took me by the hand. “Come on. I’ll wash up, but then you’re returning the favor.”

It was only in this moment that I realized that Mrs. Lynn hadn’t cum herself and felt a certain exciting thrill, my mouth watering with anticipation.

“Well, lead the way…” I said, bending over to pull my pants up.

***

I sat naked on Mrs. Lynn’s bed in the master bedroom, listening as she washed up in the adjacent bathroom.

“Fuck, Ryan… you really made a mess of me this time… I feel like I’m gonna be discovering new cum days from now. Fuck, feels like my husband’s going to be finding new cum on me for a while,” she joked.

Looking around the room a little nervously, at all the family photos of Mrs. Lynn and her husband and their kids, I couldn’t help but ask, “Yeah, but it’s not like we really have to worry about that being a problem now, right?”

Mrs. Lynn laughed. “First, he’d have to touch me to find any cum, which he hasn’t done with near the frequency that I’d like, and second, when I said he was out of town, I meant it. We don’t have to worry about any unwanted guests, Ryan.”

That was a relief. Admittedly, if I didn’t want this stress, I knew that I shouldn’t have been fucking around with so many married MILFs, but when the sex was so good… well, perhaps I was easily blinded by the naughtiness of it all.

“Thanks for letting me do that, by the way,” Mrs. Lynn said. “I think I kind of needed that like a pressure release valve, like if I didn’t blow you then and there I might have just attacked you and fucked you until we both passed out in the dining room. And that wouldn’t have been much fun, would it?”

“I mean, getting to the state where we both passed out sure would have been a lot of fun,” I admitted.

“True,” Mrs. Lynn replied, turning off the water. “But we’re both the kind of people who like to have our fun varied and hot…”

She sauntered out of the bathroom slowly, now free entirely of her robe and completely and utterly naked in front of me, as beautiful a sight as I’d ever seen.

“…and let’s be honest, we also do much better work when we’re in a bedroom rather than any of the alternatives, don’t we?” she proposed, posing playfully in the doorway so I could take in the full lewdness of her nudity.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I nodded slightly. “That’s… that’s a pretty good point.”

Smiling brightly, Mrs. Lynn said, “I thought so.”

With a sudden burst of energy, she bounded across the room toward me and jumped onto the bed on top of me, pinning me to the bed and pressing her massive breasts against my chest as she forced her mouth onto mine. Mrs. Lynn and I made out furiously, enjoying the feel of each other as we rolled around on the bed, kissing and groping and feeling each other up.

“Ahhh, fuck… I’ve missed this so much…” she groaned, sucking on the side of my neck.

“Yeah?” I asked, filling with pride. “The book club’s weekend wasn’t that long ago.”

“Yeah, but I’m greedy. I had to share you there, and now you’re all mine in my very comfortable, very sturdy bed,” Mrs. Lynn replied playfully, rolling over so that she was on top of me again.

“It is a nice bed,” I acknowledged.

“And a lucky bed, too,” she said, leaning down to kiss me passionately again.

Well, that sounded like it required some elaboration. “Lucky?”

Mrs. Lynn groaned, climbing off of me with some difficulty and lying back so that she had her head propped up with pillows at the head of the bed. With hands squeezing her tits, she spread her legs apart invitingly.

While I was still curious as to why this bed was “lucky”, I knew what to do with this kind of invitation when it was offered. Crawling between Mrs. Lynn’s legs, I wrapped my arms around her legs and leaned in between her thighs, taking in her pussy for the work of art it truly was. I’d seen few sights so beautiful, and its smell would have hypnotized almost anyone, a heavenly ambrosia of lust and utter femininity that just happened to drive me fucking wild. She had been playing with herself eagerly before we’d made it to the bedroom, and to say she was soaked now was an understatement.

Knowing well what she liked, I teasingly kissed around her pussy for a moment, then slid two fingers inside of her while I went about sucking and licking her clit.

“Oh… FUCK YES, RYAN!!!” Mrs. Lynn cried out, rocking her hips against me to better press herself against my face. “Yes… fuck, that’s it… fuck, you know what I need… you know better than any man what I need… fuck, that’s so good, so fucking good… god, yes, keep eating me out, keep going, like that, please, please, keep going, keep eating my slutty pussy like that… FUCK!!!”

I didn’t need any encouragement to do this, but it certainly didn’t hurt to hear, either. Mrs. Lynn’s pussy was one that I was intimately familiar with, and yet no matter how many times I’d tasted her, I simply couldn’t get enough of. Feeling her writhe against me, hearing the new quality of moans and groans that I was able to pull from the deepest recesses of her pleasure centers as I teased her clit and fingered her G-spot, it was one of those moments where I felt like an artist and she was my instrument while we made such sweet music together. In moments like this, I felt like I could eat her out forever.

And yet, I still couldn’t deny my curiosity, breaking off long enough to ask again, “Lucky?”

Mrs. Lynn mewled indignantly, pushing my face against her pussy once again. I licked her slowly, keeping my eyes locked onto hers as I let her know this wasn’t a topic I was beyond just yet. She looked down at me through her cavernous cleavage, a look of annoyance and horny desperation on her face that I normally would have readily indulged, but now wanted to tease until I got my answers.

Rocking her hips roughly against my face and finally understanding that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted until my curiosity was sated, Mrs. Lynn sighed.

“It’s not like it’s an absolute or anything…” she groaned, looking down at me with a whiny need that I couldn’t help but indulge a little. “…but every one of my kids was conceived in this bed. I always thought it was lucky for that. Of course, I’ve only ever had sex with my husband in this bed, so I don’t know if it works for anyone else…”

Grinning smugly, I stopped licking her again, but this time didn’t let up with my fingers massaging her g-spot. “Ah, you MILFs and your whole getting-knocked-up fetish.”

Mrs. Lynn looked down at me with slight belligerence, as if she wanted to offer a counterargument to something that she couldn’t really argue against, before saying, “Well, it’s not like it doesn’t do anything for you either…”

Her tone was whiny and pouty, but I wouldn’t say she was wrong, either. The way the ladies from the book club went wild with the thought that I might get them pregnant excited me in some primal way that made me feel distinctly powerful, and when I was caught up in the moment like this, well… yeah, it did sound particularly exciting.

Rather than answer Mrs. Lynn’s shot, I dove back in to sucking her clit and massaging her g-spot, giving her everything I had and more. Her eyes, once half-lidded, now flew open, her mouth a great big O of pleasure as she moaned.

“Ah… fuck! Fuckfuckfuck… yes, keep going like that, Ryan, keep eating my pussy… keep eating your hot fucking teacher’s pussy… god, so fucking wrong, but it feels so good, yesyesyes, like that, keep going, please, keep going, keep eating me like that, keep eating me like that, please, you’re gonna make me cum… make me cum… almost… fuck… fuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKINGHELLI’MCUMMMMMMING!!!!!!!!!!!” she roared, orgasming every bit as hard as she’d promised.

This was an explosive cum even by Mrs. Lynn standards, her body jolting and shaking heavily and her eyes rolling back as her pussy gushed on my face. I lapped up her juices eagerly, keeping her orgasm rolling through her as long as I could while she moaned and wailed some genuinely creative sounds of pleasure that might’ve made any passerby think that an exorcism were going on in here.

Finally, the tension left her body and she collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

“Holy shit… holy shit… holy fuck,” she laughed, her fluttery eyes looking down on me with lust and awe. “Maybe this bed really is lucky.”

Grinning at her, I licked her juices from my face and replied, “Well… if it were that lucky, you’d be getting laid like this all the time, and that’s clearly not the case.”

“That’s… that’s a point…” Mrs. Lynn groaned, running her hand along my face. “Get up here… I want to kiss you… and look up at you… and… you know, whatever comes next… whatever we decide to do… fuck… I really wanna get fucked, but I’m gonna need a moment, so, yeah, kiss me… please kiss me...”

The fact that I could make a woman as gorgeous and experienced as Mrs. Lynn like this caused me no small amount of pride, and I happily complied with her request. I crawled over her, kissing my way up her belly before lavishing attention onto her breasts. Never taking my eyes from her, I sucked and nibbled at her nipples, flicking them with my tongue as I generally tried to drive her wild. It might not have brought back her previous energy, which was fine by me after she’d had such a powerful orgasm, but it certainly did get her interest.

When she seemed appropriately primed, I continued climbing up her body until we were face to face, kissing Mrs. Lynn again deeply. She had regained some of her energy after such a hard orgasm, kissing me back with a growing intensity as we made out. My hands roamed over her body, sampling her curves and squeezing wherever felt best. Giggling slightly, Mrs. Lynn rolled on top of me, straddling one of my legs and holding me close as we made out.

I had to say, considering how many of our sexual encounters were on one or more desks in her classroom, this bed was a distinct improvement. I wasn’t sure what kind of lucky it would prove for her, but with this kind of comfort on my side, I knew we could get up to some top shelf naughtiness here if given enough time.

We made out more lusciously, Mrs. Lynn grinding her still quite soaked pussy against my thigh and getting more and more into this with every passing moment. I gripped and squeezed her ass now, enjoying the way it made her moan and writhe more enthusiastically as she ground against me more intently.

Reaching down with one hand, she stroked my cock as we made out, spreading my precum around as she ensured that I was nice and hard for whatever she wanted to do next. Truth be told, I had been rock hard for a while now by this point from this sexually charged situation, but her enthusiasm certainly didn’t hurt matters.

“Mmm, so big and hard for me… fuck, I love this cock… you’re fucking one of a kind, you know that, Ryan?” Mrs. Lynn asked, her voice breathy and hungry with dark, naughty intent.

“I’ve been told… similar, before,” I admitted, kissing her and thrusting against her hand.

She returned that kiss, mashing her lips against mine passionately before leaning in and whispering in my ear. “You know, you never really answered to my accusation there.”

“What accusation?” I asked, delirious and not exactly connected to the world just now as I thrust against her hand.

“That you get off a little too to the idea of impregnating us MILFs…” Mrs. Lynn whispered, kissing the side of my neck. “That it gets you all sorts of hot thinking about what it’d be like to knock me up… you never wound up responding to that, and I’m rather curious to see how right about it I am.”

I’d have agreed to almost anything in our current position, but this one didn’t involve any exaggeration. “It’s a… ohfuck, please don’t stop… it’s an intense fantasy, and, yeah, I think it’s fucking hot.”

She groaned, stroking me more intently. “Do you, now?”

I nodded. “Fuck yes… oh, fuck yeah, it makes me hot… god…”

Kissing my neck again, Mrs. Lynn nibbled on my ear and whispered. “Then why don’t we fantasize together?”

She pushed off my chest, looking down at me expectantly as she awaited my answer. While everything felt fairly crazy in this position, I also couldn’t argue with how fucking hard the thought of what she was talking about got me.

Reaching up, I squeezed one of her nipples rather hard, pulling a loud moan from Mrs. Lynn.

“So… you want to get knocked up today, don’t you?” I said, my voice darkening as I applied more pressure to her nipple.

Grinding against my thigh more urgently, Mrs. Lynn threw her head back and moaned lustily. “Oh… fuck… more than anything… fuck, Ryan, I need it… I need you… I need your fucking baby… please, please, fuck me… cum in me… knock me up… I need it soooo baaaad…”

I gripped her ass and lifted her up, allowing Mrs. Lynn a better chance to straddle my hips. In this newly improved position, she placed her hands against my chest, looking down at me with wild, sex-crazed eyes. She crawled up, sliding her wet pussy against my cock and grinding up against my entire length. Mrs. Lynn seemed to take particular glee with pressing her clit up against my cockhead, stopping and wiggling there for a moment, making sure we were both thoroughly geared up before she went back to sliding against me.

“Well, you’re not gonna get that by playing around, you know…” I growled the next time she lined my cockhead up against her pussy lips, holding her in place so I was nearly lined up with her. “If that’s what you want, and I mean really want, you’re gonna have to reach down there and put me in you… and after that, you’re gonna have to keep up.”

Mrs. Lynn took in a surprised little breath of excitement at my suddenly more authoritative tone and stopped where she was, looking down at me and biting her lip almost timidly.

“I think… I think I can keep up with you…” she said, lifting herself up on her knees as she took hold of my cock and lined it up with her entrance.

“We’ll see about that…” I said.

With that, I pulled down on her, pushing my cock into Mrs. Lynn’s tight, wet pussy. No matter how many times I did this, I always felt that same rush of intensely taboo excitement. Here I was in a married woman’s bed, slowly burying my cock in her pussy while she writhed and moaned above me, completely lost to pleasure as my cock burrowed to new depths inside of her. That we did this while embracing this fantasy of knocking her up was its own dirty wrinkle to this already twisted scenario, and I had to admit that it affected my enthusiasm as I pulled her down.

“Oh fuck… so fucking big…” Mrs. Lynn groaned, looking me in the eye with her mouth hanging open as she slid down on my cock. “Yes, yes, I’m almost there… fuck, I love it, please, a little more, god, I need every inch, I need you deep inside of me… fuck, like that, like that, please, please keep going… gonna need you nice and deep… so fucking deep if you’re gonna get me pregnant, yes, yes, yes, right there, please, keep going, keep fucking going…”

“Goddamn…” I groaned, feeling that intense satisfaction that only came with bottoming out inside of her.

I looked down to where Mrs. Lynn and I had joined, seeing her pussy lips splayed around the thickness of my cock in such a seemingly impossible fashion. It was one of those sights I’d seen countless times, yet one I also would never tire of, just as it seemed that Mrs. Lynn would never tire of being filled by me.

“Fuck… oh, fuck, you’re all the way in me…” she moaned, looking down, then at me and chuckling shakily. “Oh, fuck, that’s so much cock!”

“Just the way you fucking like it…” I groaned, running my hands up her body until I was cupping her tits again. “Fuck… so tight… so fucking beautiful…”

Mrs. Lynn smiled down at me, then leaned in for a kiss. It was a long, slow one, one that almost had an intimacy to it that was nothing like how fiery and naughty our previous interactions today had been. It was a kiss I truly could have lived in under other circumstances, one as I shared this intense moment and profound bond with my favorite teacher and this older woman who I’d often looked to as a mother figure. While that no doubt led to a lot of things to unpack in my psyche, in this moment, that intimacy was enough to drive me wild in an intellectual way that had me holding on to Mrs. Lynn tightly, slipping my tongue into her mouth as I wanted to kiss her as deeply as I could.

Of course, in an encounter that was as hot and messy as this one was, that kind of intimacy was rather short-lived, and soon Mrs. Lynn was sitting up on my cock with a proud, if certainly hungry, look on her face. Bracing her knees against the bed and her hands against my chest, she began to bounce up and down on my cock. She kept this slow at first, so slow and so deliberate that I couldn’t help but feel her pussy sliding over every inch of my cock, gripping and massaging me as she playfully tortured me with her body. I groaned, quite loudly, while Mrs. Lynn only continued this slow ride and smiled down at me almost smugly.

“Now this… this is the kind of view this bed was made for…” Mrs. Lynn moaned, picking up the pace slightly. “This bed was made for fucking… nasty and hard… it’s not the kind of bed you’re supposed to be ignored in… not when you’re as hot as I am… fuck… this view, seeing you down there, watching your face as my hot body squeezes all that pleasure out of you… motherfucker, that’s what this bed was made for!”

The more she talked, the more Mrs. Lynn got into bouncing on my cock, her pace quickening as her moans got longer and louder. Watching the curves of her body jiggle with every impact, feeling her pussy gripping my cock and feeling like the greatest pleasure imaginable, fuck, I felt grateful that she’d made me cum as recently as she had, as I probably would have lost it here.

“Haven’t made you a mother yet… but I am fucking you…” I grunted, dropping my hands to her hips so I could better fuck into her, smiling up with a cheeky grin.

Mrs. Lynn laughed. “Still a mother… but maybe you can make me one again…”

Fully embracing the fantasy, I fucked up into her harder. “Fuck maybe… by the time we’re done here, I’m gonna make you my knocked-up MILF slut… you’re gonna be walking around school, round and sexy as hell, everyone knowing that some lucky bastard planted his seed in you, all of them thinking that it’s your husband… but when you’re teaching in front of class and our eyes lock, you and me, we’ll know the truth. We’ll know that truth and that’ll be so fucking hot that that’s our fucking secret. That I knocked you up… made you my pregnant slut.”

She groaned, kissing me before straightening up again. “Fuck… I like the sound of that. So fucking hot…”

Playfully swatting her on the ass, I grinned up at her. “I thought you might.”

“Since when did you learn how to dirty talk so fucking well?” Mrs. Lynn asked, not breaking her stride as she continued bouncing energetically on my cock.

“I’ve had a lot of practice, but ever since I started fucking so many of your MILFy friends… well, let’s just say I’ve had to up my game for such experienced ladies,” I admitted.

She laughed. “I bet… oh, fuck, you keep talking like that, you’d have all of us creaming our panties without even needing your cock… oh, fuck…”

“Yeah, but it’s a lot more fun this way,” I said, wrapping my arms around her tightly and turning the tables, flipping her over so that she was on her back and I was on top of her.

Mrs. Lynn squealed at the sudden shift in positions. Now that I was looking down at her, I was all too ready to give her the exact kind of fuck that both of us needed. She had been keeping things teasing and playful so far, but I was ready to shift this into a higher gear. She must have seen something in my face as this shifted, because there was a brief moment of surprise, followed by an even greater, deeper glee.

This was right around when I started to fuck Mrs. Lynn properly hard, and when I made her really begin to scream.

“Oh god! FUCK! So fucking good, yesyesyes, like that, like that, keep fucking me, keep fucking my slutty cunt, like that! So deep, deeper, harder, fuck me harder, Ryan, fuck me harder, fuck me harder and knock me up, make me your knocked-up slut, please, make me your bitch, fuck, I’ll do anything, just keep fucking me, make me your knocked-up slut, yes, yes, yes, harder, harder, fuck me harder!!! I want it, I want it all, give it to me, fucking give it to me, please, I want it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” she wailed, her cries nearly rattling the windows as we fucked.

The headboard of her lucky bed rhythmically battered against the wall as I was finally able to really drive into her. Between this pounding and Mrs. Lynn’s screams, I found myself acutely aware and worried about any of her neighbors overhearing what was going on, but truthfully I was too lost to lust at this point to care in any serious way. My hot-bodied teacher was pinned beneath me, her massive tits bouncing and her pussy squeezing my cock so invitingly that it was a miracle I had lasted this long.

Mrs. Lynn locked her heels behind my ass, ensuring that I was fucking her at exactly the pace she wanted and that my orgasm, when it did come, could only fire in one place. My animalistic instincts were in overdrive as she did that, my banter long gone as I was only breathing heavily and fucking into her with a brutal efficiency. Mrs. Lynn kept looking up at me with those urging, desperate eyes, whimpering and begging and pleading for me to fill her up between her cries of ecstasy while she reached one hand down to massage her clit.

There was something building between us, a tension forming inside of Mrs. Lynn while I felt my balls begin to swell with anticipation and excitement. This was reaching a high of dirtiness that I found pretty impressive, considering all I’d done over the course of senior year so far, and I was hoping we would be able to find a point where our explosions could be in sync with one another.

My gamble paid off, as soon Mrs. Lynn cried out, locking her ankles behind me firmly as her orgasm hit her, perfectly in time with my own. I groaned loudly, burying my cock deep within her clutching cunt, firing what felt like one of the biggest loads of cum in my life deep into her clutching cunt. Any dignity or order we might have once had was lost in this moment, the two of us slaves to pleasure utterly lost in a void of bliss and pleasure. I couldn’t have told you what day it was, let alone where I was, so lost I was to this pleasure as I fired shot after shot of cum deep into Mrs. Lynn’s pussy, as it felt like we were the only two things that could exist in our universe in this singularly intense moment.

“More… more… more…” she whimpered, still urging me to fire more cum inside of her with my ankles locked behind her. “Feels… so… good…”

Feeling my strength abandoning me, I gave one last thrust, one last shot of cum inside of her, and collapsed against Mrs. Lynn. I was breathing heavily and feeling dizzy from the exertion and the orgasm, grounded only by my shaking body and the feel of Mrs. Lynn pressed against me. Somewhere far away, I got the idea to kiss her, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers, the two of us exchanging slow, soft kisses, our tongues tentatively gliding over each other as we came back to earth together.

I don’t know which of us laughed first, but by the time she unlocked her ankles from behind me and I climbed off of her, falling onto my back beside my favorite teacher, both of us were stuck in a state of giddy giggles.

“So… that got a little wilder than usual…” I commented, laughing and looking at her with the greatest awe.

“Yeah…” Mrs. Lynn replied, looking a little embarrassed. “You get how it goes when things get really heated…”

I nodded. “We all go a little mad sometimes.”

“Seriously,” she acknowledged, fanning herself with one hand in a vain effort to cool down some. “I can live with that kind of madness if it means cumming like that more often… holy fuck…”

“Sorry you don’t get to do that as often as you’d like,” I sighed.

Mrs. Lynn shrugged. “You can’t help who you fall in love with, just like you can’t know how their sex drive’s going to change over time. Mr. Lynn… he’s not a bad guy, but he can’t exactly keep up with what I need. So, I joined a book club, then I found you, and…”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Yeah, I get it.”

She nodded, understanding. “Yeah. I’m not doing so bad, now. Proof that a woman can have it all, right? Career, family, hung young lover on the side with a kinky mind who’s willing to indulge my fantasies, a bunch of friends who can smother her in tits and pussy… I could live a worse life. And how about you, Ryan?”

“What about me?” I asked.

“How’s life treating you?” Mrs. Lynn asked, running a hand down her body. “I feel like, once I have you, everything’s all physical, but I never really talk about you as much as we should. I mean, I know how you’re doing in school, but that’s only part of the picture and, well, I guess I’m sorry I can be so selfish when I’m horny.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” I replied. “My life… it’s pretty great, honestly. I love my girlfriends, the Puma Press is keeping me challenged, and I’m getting to know a lot of new people this year, making a lot of new friends. I didn’t have hopes for this year, but it’s been better than I ever could have imagined. I’m doing great.”

Fuck, did that feel good to say. This is one of those things I never thought I could’ve

Mrs. Lynn reached between her legs, idly toying with the river of cum that was pouring out of her. “Fuck… that’s so fucking much.”

“I mean, you did say you wanted it all,” I said, rolling onto my side to better look at her with some amusement.

“I say a lot of things when I’m out of my mind horny,” she said, touching herself and moaning slightly. “A lot of them aren’t true. This one was, though. I did want it all… fuck… thanks for providing. I needed that more than I realized.”

“No problem,” I replied. “Anytime I’m available, you know how to find me.”

“Send a suggestive selfie and tell you how much I need dick?” Mrs. Lynn asked.

“I mean… the direct approach is usually a pretty safe bet with me,” I laughed.

She laughed with me, her eyes drifting down to my cock and widening ever so slightly. “How do you manage that?”

“Manage what?” I asked.

“That!” Mrs. Lynn exclaimed, pointing down at my now mostly-hard cock.

“Huh, what do you mused,” I replied, watching it twitch back to life. “I’ve always had good rebound speed, maybe it’s whatever in the water that’s made Regan Hills what it is, or maybe it’s just because you’re so fucking hot, I really don’t know. But give it another minute or so and I’m definitely down to fuck again, that is, if you’re still looking to become my knocked-up MILF slut…”

She groaned, rolling on her side to face me as she looked down at my cock. “Fuck… I’ve been needing that up my ass like you wouldn’t believe… but another creampie sounds fucking heavenly. I mean… I was hoping for you to make me your knocked-up little whore after all…”

Her voice took on that breathy, sultry tone as the fantasy reached into her subconscious again, and it began to look like she was definitely getting caught up in the moment. Mrs. Lynn’s breath became more ragged, her body flushing again as she reached down and took hold of my cock in her hand.

Groaning as she stroked me, I said, “Well, we’re not in any hurry, are we? I can make sure you’re nice and full again, make sure your pussy’s just dripping with my cum, and then you can get me up again when you’re ready for me to split your fucking ass open. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Mrs. Lynn smiled at this thought, stroking me more vigorously. “It does. Fuck, you gotta love a young man’s stamina.”

I pulled her in closer, giving her a nice, slow kiss as I pressed her body to mine. While I might have enjoyed the chance for a hint of this intimacy again, Mrs. Lynn seemed to have other ideas in mind, stroking me more firmly and making sure I was nice and slick with precum. I leaned into this, kissing and groping her and thrusting against her hands as she continued to make sure I was rock hard, before I whispered into her ear.

“Get on your hands and knees…” I commanded in a dark hiss.

She groaned at this, then kissed me. “Perfect…”

I didn’t know what Mrs. Lynn meant by this until she disengaged from me, then got on her hands and knees facing a nearby mirror. I’d been with enough women who liked to watch themselves get fucked, and I’d be lying if I said that this didn’t sound fantastic after everything we had already done.

As I got up on my knees behind her, my eyes first went to that magnificent ass of hers, and beneath it her perfectly tight pussy that still dripped heavily with my cum. I had seen many an intoxicating sight over the course of this senior year, but I had to say that in that moment it felt that few could compare.

I cast my eyes upward toward the mirror, looking Mrs. Lynn in the eye in her reflection. There was a smile on her face, a hopeful, excited one. It was a look of promise and adventure and overpowering lust, and couldn’t help but feel my cock twitch at the thought of what it would be like to bury myself inside of her again.

I reached down, grabbing my cock and teasing it along her pussy, lightly batting it against her clit as she moaned and pressed back against me.

“Yeah? You want that fucking cock?” I growled.

“Uh huh…” Mrs. Lynn replied, her voice suddenly sweet and submissive as she wiggled her ass at me. “Please, Ryan, won’t you fuck my slutty little cunt again? Won’t you fill me up with your thick, creamy cum again and again and again… fill me up so deep you can’t help but put a baby in my belly and make me your knocked-up little slut? Won’t you… won’t you please make me pregnant?”

If her words weren’t enough to drive me into action, then the way she pressed back against me was certainly motivating. Even if I moved away, she pushed her pussy against me, pressing those opening lips against my cock and almost swallowing me up on her own.

Knowing she wasn’t to be denied, I simply lined my cock up with her and pushed forward, burying my cock deep inside of my blonde, hot-bodied, MILFy teacher until I was balls-deep in her again. Looking into that mirror and watching Mrs. Lynn’s face contort with unbridled ecstasy was a glorious sight, one that inspired me to grab her hips and start a quick, rough pace while Mrs. Lynn motivated me.

“That’s it, fuck, fucking hell! Fuck me, Ryan, fuck me harder! Make me your fucking knocked-up bitch, come on, do it, do it, fuck my slutty pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me HARDER!!!” Mrs. Lynn squealed as I pounded away at her.

With a symphony of depravity as she was providing, I knew that this was only the beginning of what would be a long, hot night with Mrs. Lynn, and that I was all too happy to make this every bit as nasty and hard as she required.