Senior Year Memories Ch. 15

"You want it, you got it," I replied, pressing inside. Her pussy welcomed me, tight and warm and wet and with little resistance. One thrust buried six inches in her, while the other one took me all the way to the root.

"Mmmmm, I haven't had a cock this big in years," Mrs. Sullivan moaned.

I didn't have anything to say in comparison, so instead I just started fucking into her. She told me she wanted to make this last, and that was a strategy that was fine with me (especially if I was going to have a go at Marie later, who looked ready to attack me like a wild animal the way she fucked that vibrator). We developed a long, slow pace, feeding my cock at almost its entire length into her pussy with each stroke. For all the insanity of what had just happened with the three of us, the slow intimacy of the act, looking down into her eyes as I fucked her, the way she looked up at me, the soft kisses we exchanged as we fucked, it was something else entirely.

I'd probably have to find more reasons to come to the library.

Marie cried out, her body wracked with another orgasm as she continued thrusting her vibrator in and out of her cunt.

"God, fuck, this is so hot... when will it be my turn?" she whined.

"Patience, Marie, god, keep going," Mrs. Sullivan said, too lost in her own pleasure to even chastise Marie.

I smiled as I fucked down into the librarian. "Do this often?"

"What? Fuck my senior students?" Mrs. Sullivan asked.

"Yeah," I grunted.

"Not as much as I'd, oh god, like, but... keep going."

"I am."

"When a girl's calling is disrespected and she's not getting any at home, she, yes, right there, she has to make her own fun. I never met anyone quite like Marie before this, fuck, year, though. She's something special," Mrs. Sullivan said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan," Marie said, looking at us with awe in her eyes. Whether or not it was because of the show we were putting on or because praise was something she didn't get from Mrs. Sullivan very often, I couldn't say, but it was a good look on her.

"Keep going, keep going, keep going," Mrs. Sullivan repeated, her voice a low repeating mantra, her body shuddering. I was getting close to a second shot too, but I was hopeful that I could make her cum one more-

"FUCK!" she cried, pulling me close as she bucked up against me, her body pulling mine close, forcing me deeper as I was driven over the edge. I came inside of her, filling her tight, quivering pussy with cum. It was a violent, sudden pleasure, one that swept over me and threatened to tear consciousness away, but a delicious, wonderful one I didn't want to lose either. Even as my cock became oversensitive, I still thrust in, making sure she got every last drop.

We kissed again, tenderly, a simple, soft gesture that capped off a nice, slow fuck. I then climbed off of her, unsteadily rolling until I sat further down the couch. I looked down at my cum leaking from her stretched pussy lips, Mrs. Sullivan playing idly with it with her fingers, scooping some up and taking a long, languorous taste.

It was a nice show, one that almost distracted me from Marie crawling between my legs and taking my semi-softened cock between her lips. Her relative inexperience was more than compensated for by Mrs. Sullivan's training and her own enthusiasm, but so soon after another powerful orgasm and it wasn't doing very much.

"He's going to require more than that if you want to get him hard for another go," Mrs. Sullivan said, still lounging on the couch, playing with herself and my cum.

"I understand, Mrs. Sullivan, I was only really hoping for the opportunity to fuck him after you were finished," Marie said, almost pouting.

"I'll get it up again, I just need a minute or two," I said.

"See?" Mrs. Sullivan said. "The great thing about young guys; they may lack experience, but they've got gas in the tank to spare. Would it make you feel better, Marie, if I got him hard again for you a little faster?"

"That would be lovely," Marie said.

"Then get me the bottle of lube," Mrs. Sullivan said, finally climbing off of the couch. She took Marie's place kneeling between my legs, slowly sucking my cock, lovingly treating the head with her tongue. Once Marie retrieved the bottle of lube, Mrs. Sullivan spread a generous amount on her tits, playfully grazing my cock with one of her erect nipples.

"I like where this is going," I said.

"Most men do," Mrs. Sullivan replied, surrounding my cock with her massive tits. She pressed them together around my cock, rubbing them up and down so that it almost disappeared with every stroke, sometimes only its head peeking through as she tipped her head and sucked and licked the tip.

"Now, with endowments as limited as yours, Marie, this won't exactly be a viable option. You'll have to come up with a strategy that works best for you for getting him hard again, but with a tight little body like yours, I don't imagine that should prove too taxing," Mrs. Sullivan said as she tittyfucked me. As many times as I'd had it, I didn't think I'd ever get tired of tittyfucking a woman with huge tits, especially when there was an audience as receptive as Marie.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan," she said, looking on in awe as Mrs. Sullivan slowly got me back to full hardness. Taken by the scene, she leaned in and gave Mrs. Sullivan a passionate kiss on the lips, a kiss that Mrs. Sullivan was all too eager to return without breaking stride in her tittyfuck. If they meant to put on a show that would make me fully hard again, they were off to a good start, but the way Mrs. Sullivan whispered into Marie's ear after their intense kissing, I knew they had more in mind.

Eagerly, Marie climbed up onto the couch above me straddling me and then lowering herself onto my face. If she wanted what Mrs. Sullivan got earlier, I was only too happy to oblige it as I ate out her tight little cunt. I would've thought it impossible that anyone could ever be wetter than Mrs. Sullivan was, but Marie gave her a run for her money. Her tight little lips and thighs were utterly soaked from the countless orgasms she'd had at the end of her hands and vibrator while Mrs. Sullivan and I played with each other, and I was fine lapping as much of it up while bringing her close to another orgasm.

With Mrs. Sullivan tittyfucking me and Marie sitting on my face, I probably could've died a happy man, but Mrs. Sullivan had other designs. I think she waited until the exact moment when I was hard and Marie was close to an orgasm before she said, "Marie, his cock is ready. Climb on and give him the ride of your life."

Marie moaned in disappointment that she wouldn't finish on my face, but by this point she was so desperate for my cock that I didn't think that disappointment would last for long. Mrs. Sullivan let my cock go, sitting beside me on the couch as Marie lowered herself down onto me. At first she rubbed her pussy lips up and down my cock, getting a sense of my girth, moaning softly as she ran her clit over every inch of me, before teasing the tip inside.

Having been with a number of petite girls, I couldn't tell you what I loved more about this part: watching the lips part as my thick, long cock invaded their pussy for the first time, or the look on their face while it happened. I wish I could've watched both at once, but after that initial entry I found it much more enjoyable to watch Marie's wide eyes and even wider mouth as she sunk lower and lower onto my cock.

"HOLY FUCK! GODDAMN! FUCK THAT'S GOOD!" she cried out, slowly taking more and more of what I had.

"It's pretty wonderful, isn't it?" Mrs. Sullivan said.

"There are, FUCK! There are no words for this, I'm, oh god, it's so good, fuck, I can't see how you couldn't be fucking something like this all the time!" Marie exclaimed, bottoming out as our hips met. I chose this moment to look down and see that glorious sight as her pussy lips stretched to the max around the root of my cock. As ever, it was an awesome sight to behold.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Thanks? Thank you! If I'd have known, I'd have, fuck, I'd have just grabbed you when I first saw you walk in the library and I'd have pulled up my skirt and had you fuck me against the stacks until you filled my pussy with cum!" Marie said.

"Quietly," Mrs. Sullivan suggested.

"Yes, quietly," Marie agreed, squirming in my lap, beginning to fuck up and down. She didn't take much at first, and every time she dropped down she let out a little squeak, of surprise, of pleasure, I couldn't say, but it made her bite her lip and smile devilishly each time she did so. Staring into her eyes behind those horn-rimmed glasses, her once formerly immaculate bun of blonde hair now a ragged mess that fell around her chest and back, she was a perfect image of innocence defiled and that turned me on more than I could've imagined.

While she rode me, I grabbed her hips, fucking into her in the same pace that she fucked me. Between the two of us, we established a pace where she took more than half of my cock with each bounce, her squeaks becoming moans of pleasure. At first she tried to maintain a balance, grabbing her tits and pinching her nipples while I held onto her hips, but the more furious our fuck became, the harder this became. Eventually she fell against me, holding onto me tight and fucking me with more abandon while we kissed and made out with each other. I suckled on her nipples whenever the opportunity presented itself, but those chances were few and far between the more confident she got in her bouncing.

Worked up as she was, it wasn't long before Marie came on my cock, her pussy spasming almost as harshly as her body. She fell against me with a cry of pure ecstasy, falling still for a moment before her hips began to rock slowly again. Marie may have looked like a cute and conservative little library aide most of the time, but get her started and she was a fucking sex machine. She barely needed any recharge time as soon she was giving me the savage fuck she'd been building to ever since I stepped inside the door.

Now, I'll freely admit during all of this that I'd lost track of Mrs. Sullivan. While it was difficult to ignore a woman of her skill and body, the way Marie was dominating me it was hard to be aware of all of my surroundings. I was vaguely aware that Mrs. Sullivan had gotten up from the couch, and that she was hanging around her box of toys, but I couldn't have told you what she was actually doing.

When she came over as Marie was preparing for another orgasm, I got a pretty good idea of how busy she'd been. Mrs. Sullivan had ditched her skirt, now wearing only her heels, stockings and garter belt, but was also wearing a brand new addition: a large black strapon.

She placed her hands on Marie's shoulders. "Marie, stand."

"But... I'm so close..." Marie whined.

"After all we've done today, do you really want to disobey me?" Mrs. Sullivan threatened.

"No," Marie pouted, begrudgingly standing up. My cock pulled out of her, and it took all I had not to complain like Marie for how close I was, but when Mrs. Sullivan turned her around, I started to get an idea of what she had in mind. Marie was a bit slower, but she eyed Mrs. Sullivan's strap-on with some awe, running her fingers up and down it.

"Now be a good girl and sit on Ryan's cock. We've been training your ass for some time now, but I think you're overdue for a real cock in there," Mrs. Sullivan said, her voice full of pride for Marie.

Marie looked first from her, then to me with what might've been the most excited face I'd ever seen. For that matter, it's entirely possible I was making a face a lot like it as she lowered her tight, cute ass toward my cock.

I'd say thank god for all of the juices on my cock and Marie's training, because there was a fair chance she'd have had the tightest ass in the world without it. My cock split her wide open, Marie's screams of pleasure filling the library with more volume than it had likely ever had. Her ass was insanely tight, but for all of her struggle, she kept sitting down on me, taking inch after inch, grunting and cursing and moaning until she got the whole thing down.

"Nicely done, Marie," Mrs. Sullivan said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan," Marie said.

"I'd just like to take a moment to hank both of you, because, fuck this is nice," I said, running my hands up and down Marie's body. I grabbed her tits, massaging them lightly as I squeezed her nipples, pulling her down onto me so we could kiss.

"Very nice," Marie agreed.

Mrs. Sullivan laughed. "If you think that's nice, wait until you see what I've got planned."

She leaned over Marie and me, lining up the strapon with Marie's pussy. I felt distinct pressure and weight against me as Mrs. Sullivan settled on top of both of us, her strapon invading Marie. The tiny girl took it like a champ; a groaning, moaning, screaming champ, but a champ all the same as Mrs. Sullivan buried the dildo deep in her pussy. The whole time this was happening, Mrs. Sullivan looked deep into my eyes, the look of lust on her face imparting one simple message to me: that she was in charge here.

Since this was her library and all, I was good with that arrangement.

I'd like to say there was a beauty to what happened next, but I don't think the phrases "beauty" and "double-penetration" have ever been in the same sentence before. What came next was nothing more than an intense, crazed sexual melee as Mrs. Sullivan and I pounded Marie's pussy and ass for all they were worth, with Marie more or less only along for the ride at this point. For a while her screams of pleasure filled the air, but after god only knows how many orgasms, she was content more with falling back in me, breathing heavily and occasionally kissing me or Mrs. Sullivan or just sucking on one of Mrs. Sullivan's massive tits. Marie did this through half-lidded eyes, so completely lost to the pleasure that she was barely there anymore.

I wasn't all that far off from her either. The emotional whiplash of this afternoon mixed with the intense sex and the sheer sensual power that both Mrs. Sullivan and Marie had that this third round was certainly my final round.

"Fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum," I muttered.

Mrs. Sullivan stared into my eyes, only fucking Marie harder at my pronouncement. "Do it. Fill her ass. Fill her ass with cum."

"Do it, god, do it, please," Marie moaned.

That was all I needed. With a single, final grunt, I came in Marie's ass, filling her with shot after shot of cum.

Almost as one, the three of us disengaged from each other, collapsing onto the couch. With Marie on my left and Mrs. Sullivan on my right, an arm wrapped around each of them, I felt like the fucking king of the world. Or, in this case, the library, I guess.

Still, there was no denying who the library truly belonged to. Mrs. Sullivan pulled my head to hers, kissing me deeply.

"I trust there will be no more disrespect to my library?" Mrs. Sullivan asked.

"No, Mrs. Sullivan," I replied, then thinking quickly I added, "Not unless you're part of it."

She smiled at me wolfishly. "You're catching on. Marie's lessons, after all, far from finished, and I think we could use a partner for some of the more advanced lessons. Any objections, Marie?"

"None whatsoever," she said, running a hand up my chest.

I had a lot going on these days, more than I ever thought I'd have on my plate at once, actually, but the prospect of another encounter like we just had was too much for me to turn down. "I think I can arrange for that."

"You'd better," Mrs. Sullivan said, trailing her fingers down to my deflated cock, squeezing it slightly. "You wouldn't like us when we're upset, after all."

Something told me that she wasn't exaggerating.

***

I left the library, dressed and sore and tired, my mouth tasting of pussy juice and my phone now bearing a few new pictures. Mrs. Sullivan was happy to add a couple of her and Marie curled up together (with her face blocked out) to my Senior Year Memories album as encouragement for me to come back, and I was happy to have them handy.

It was only in looking at them that I found that I'd missed a couple texts.

I opened the one from Rachel first.

Rachel: Any luck with your marching band source?

I considered leaving it be for now, just making my way home gingerly, but I also didn't want to leave her out of the loop.

Me: I've found someone who will talk, now just need to find the time to talk.

Surprisingly, Rachel was quick to reply.

Rachel: Good to hear. Your mystery's got me on pins and needles. Just know if you don't get an answer soon, I'm liable to do my own investigating.

Me: Well, we wouldn't want that.

Thinking on it, I sent her one final text.

Me: Got another story for the album you won't believe. Talk about it later.

Leaving her on a cliffhanger like that would definitely have her wondering and bugging me, which was something I could get behind right now. I was too tired for long conversations, but I could have my fun teasing her.

Closing that conversation, I checked out my lone other new message, from Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn: Can we talk?

I sighed. Usually when she said she wanted to talk, she wanted sex, and that was just not on the table today.

Me: Not today, really tired. Tomorrow after school work?

Kaitlyn: Sure.

Kaitlyn: Thanks.

Thanks? A thanks from Kaitlyn was a rare occasion indeed, and one that had me wondering what the hell was going on. With a long bike ride home, though, I didn't find myself wondering for long, even though I probably should've.

With all the crazy shit going on these days, I really had to stay on my toes.