Senior Year Memories Ch. 35

"Good," she moaned, kissing me fiercely.

We made out as I gave her every inch of my cock, fucking into her with a fury I didn't know I was capable of. Her beauty, raw sexuality and confidence that seeped from every pore, it was enough to override all sense and take me to heights of sex I never knew possible. Looking at the gorgeous older woman beneath me, taking my cock like no one had before, it was hard not feeling a new intensity. This was something else. *I* was becoming something else, fucking Viola Kent like she deserved to, no, *needed* to be fucked. It was a glorious feeling, being embraced by her in every possible way, her eyes staring into me with such playful need. It was a look that could get a man to do nearly anything, and here I was, fucking her mercilessly, not a care in the world.

"Feels so good... fuck, you're perfect..." I grunted.

"Give it to me, give it all to me, harder, faster, give it to me... fucking give it to me..." Viola moaned.

I did give it to her. I gave her everything I had, and I would give her anything more she asked if it meant I got to keep fucking her like this. "Take it... take it... take it all, take my fucking cock..."

"You're gonna make me cum again, soon, Ryan..." she moaned, looking up at me hungrily.

"Me too," I said.

"Give it to me... cum inside of me... cum inside your friend's fucking mom!" Viola said, clearly relishing the deliciously dirtiness of what she said.

I'll admit, it worked. Feeling my balls boiling, I cried out, "FUCK!"

I couldn't hold back. I wouldn't hold back. I buried my cock deep inside of her and let loose, firing a wild torrent of cum deep inside her clutching cunt. My orgasm must have set her off, because there she was beneath me, holding me tighter as she cried out and came against me. She held me so close, so tightly that I almost couldn't get my last few pumps in, but my need was desperate, and her pussy was very accommodating. As I weakened, I pumped my last few shots into her, my cum filling her nice and deep.

"Fuck..." Viola muttered, looking down at herself. "Holy shit... that was an amazing fuck. Ryan, you're amazing... that cock, I mean... my god!"

I smiled down at her, kissing Viola softly, sweetly. "It's a gift, what can I say."

"Well, thank you for sharing it with me, then," she said, still catching her breath. "Because that was... wow, I knew there had to be some truth to all I heard about you, but I didn't know it could be this good!"

I grinned. I tried not to get too big an ego, but moments like this made it easy to let it inflate maybe just a little bit.

Viola made no move to let me go, and I wasn't inclined to move either. So, we came down like this, the two of us catching our breaths as we held each other close. We exchanged slow, soft kisses, making out in a far gentler, more intimate manner than anything we had done so far. I had to admit, it felt good. Really good. Viola Kent was truly special, and if this visit helped her... well, I was doing right by the lust spell Leah and I had set, wasn't I?

"How are you still hard?" she asked, looking down at my cock as it remained buried in her cunt.

"It happens sometimes..." I said, still impressed by what I was capable of today. "Would it be an ego boost if I told you it's because I think you're unbearably hot?"

She laughed at the returned line. "I'm willing to do something about it if you're good for it."

"Oh, hell yeah," I said.

"Good," Viola said with a kiss. "Because I've got an idea for something that should be fun..."

I raised an eyebrow. This I had to hear.

***

Pro tip: if you ever get an opportunity to fuck your friend's hot mom doggy style while she goes into great detail about which of the sex toys she's got on display she's fucked which of your hot, busty teachers with, I highly recommend saying yes. There's nothing quite like it, really.

On my knees behind Viola Kent, I fucked her nice and hard as I gripped her hips tightly, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust. Quite skilled with this position, she pointed to various sex toys and showed me even freakier sides to women I knew to be accomplished in bed.

"You ever get Lauren near some nipple clamps, you'll be a lucky man... she goes quite wild... fuck..." Viola moaned, fucking back against me. "Janelle needs a couple of glasses of wine sometimes, but get her in the right mood and she's such an anal slut... taking on my biggest plugs and dildos... the most fun I've had was putting a remote-controlled vibe in Wanda, all of us just watching her lose it, passing the remote around while she came over and over... and the biggest slut of all-"

"Brenda?" I guessed, playfully slapping Viola's ass and enjoying how it made her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Looking over her shoulder, she gazed at me with wild eyes and a playful smile before shaking her head.

"Valerie," she corrected.

"Mrs. Chan?" I asked, a little surprised. Viola nodded.

This was a bit of a surprise. I knew my fun-loving and somewhat irreverent science teacher to be a bona fide hottie, but the biggest slut out of all the women at the book club? That was an interesting development.

"She can take all of my biggest toys in pretty much every way. She's a showoff, but, it's an amazing show," Viola confirmed.

"I should hit her up soon, then," I said, pounding into Viola even harder.

"Oh, fuck, goddamn that's fucking good..." she moaned. "You should. She's like all the sluts in our book club; doesn't get enough dick at home. You can fix that."

"One thing at a time..." I grunted, looking over her impressive array of toys and imagining all sorts of naughty uses for them. Getting a look at all of her plugs, I asked, "So, how many of these have you had up your ass?"

Viola smiled back at me again. "A fair few."

"And what's your opinion on getting fucked in the ass?" I asked, grunting and looking down at her magnificent ass and the tight, winking hole that peered from between her jiggling cheeks.

"I like it when it's done right," she said, biting her lip.

"If you've talked to your friends, you know I can do it right," I said, reaching down and running my thumb over her asshole. Viola groaned deeply, looking back at me lustfully.

"I want to fuck your ass, Viola," I said, making myself clear.

"Good," she replied. "Because I really, really want that monster up my ass, too."

"Now?" I asked.

"Preferably," Viola replied, reaching for the cabinet nearby and snatching a bottle of lube from between the various toys.

"Convenient," I said, slowing my pace so she could pass it back to me.

"Hey, you hold sex toy parties, you're going to need a lot of lube. It makes all sorts of things fun," she said.

I laughed. "Oh, don't I know it."

Though it pained me to do so, I pulled out of Viola's pussy and began to rub lube onto my cock. As much as I missed being inside her magnificent cunt, I knew that what would come next would more than make up for this brief inconvenience.

"Come on... hurry up... lube up that cock and shove it up my ass..." Viola taunted, licking her lips. "I always cum hardest when my ass is full."

"Oh, it's gonna be full," I said, finished lubing my cock.

"I know it will, but let's pretend I don't when I tell you to prove it," Viola replied, her eyes dancing with need. I grinned and nodded, licking my lips with anticipation.

"Well, you know what they say..." I said, grabbing my cock and sliding it between her ass cheeks. I spread some of the lube around this way, then ran my overstimulated cockhead against her puckered asshole. I teased her at first, toying with her hole and making her moan as she pressed back against me, wanting. Viola looked back at me with that needy, lustful look I quite enjoyed.

With some force, I pressed my cockhead against her asshole and whispered, "...be careful what you wish for."

I'd fucked a fair few asses this past year, and from experience knew that dancers had some of the tightest I was bound to find. Even with all the play she had with her various toys, Viola proved this knowledge to be true, as her ass felt almost impossibly tight. Still, with enough lube and motivation on my part, even an ass as so very, very tight as hers, was only a challenge for so long.

With a low, yowling moan from her and an exquisite pressure for me, I felt Viola's ass begin to slowly open up for me. It was incredibly tight, feeling like it might be impossibly so for a cock as big as mine, but experience had taught me that with enough persistence, as long as she was willing, I would make it. The way she looked back at me, those smoky eyes practically demanding that I give her everything I had... I knew she was more than willing.

Feeling her asshole stretch to accept me, I pushed forward.

"Come on, come on, do it, fucking do it..." Viola grunted, I don't know if she was trying to convince me or her ass, but I held up my end of the equation. I pushed, feeling her hole stretch incrementally to accept me, feeling her warmth urging me forward.

And then, feeling my cockhead break through and lodge in her ass.

"Ah, fuck..." she groaned, smacking the bed. "Fuck that's a big fucking cock... fuck!"

"It's not just a big fucking cock," I said, pushing forward and sinking a couple extra inches inside of her. "It's a big fucking cock that's about to destroy your ass... holy fuck, you're tight."

"Goddamn..." Viola groaned, pushing back against me and forcing several more inches inside. "Fuck, it feels so good having all this real, thick cock up my ass... we old sluts need our asses filled like this all the fucking time..."

"You're not that old," I said, grunting and shoving the last inches inside of her. "But you are right about needing your ass stuffed."

"Fuck yeah, I am," she replied, reaching up with one hand to squeeze one of her nipples and moaning. "Now do it... fuck my ass..."

"That was my plan," I said, grabbing her hips and doing just that.

I didn't take time to savor just staying in her ass for a moment or two like I usually would, not when I was this horny, and certainly not when my cock was this overstimulated with pleasure while she urged me on. No, she wanted to be fucked, and I wanted to fuck, and holding her tight, I went to town on her tight, sweet ass. I fucked in and out of her with the savagery she seemed to love so much, matching her loud cries and moans with my own grunts as our bodies slapped against one another. The room filled with sounds of us fucking like beasts, mixed with the occasional swear word, or two, or ten, as I violated Viola's ass.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, dammit!" she roared at me, looking over at me with those seductive eyes as I pounded away at her. I didn't answer her with words, for surely I had to save my breath for such a marathon fuck. Instead, I answered her by just reaching down and smacking her ass, hard.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Viola squealed with each impact, until one final slap made her eyes roll back.

"Holy fuck... I'm cumming, you're making me cum from fucking my ass, holy shit, holy shit... FUCK!" she cried out, her body slamming against mine one conclusive time as she came. Her screams practically rattled the windows, and as she shook and released with another messy orgasm, I felt worried that she might pass out.

My worries were for naught, however, as Viola Kent was an exceptional woman. Despite one moment of near weakness, she soon regained her strength, looking back at me with a ferocious hunger.

"I need that cum..." Viola groaned, pulling my cock from her ass as she crawled forward, and kneeling on the floor by the edge of the bed. "Get your sweet ass over here."

I whined, missing her ass already, but I did as she said.

Any resistance I might have had soon disappeared as she quickly began sucking my cock, and with her expertise, it wasn't long before I too was cumming hard. Though I warned her as it came, she took the first couple shots in her mouth, then pulled my cock out and fired off long streets of semen all over her face, neck and chest. I was drained, completely and utterly it felt, my body flooded by pleasure as this goddess looked up at me, smiling with satisfaction through a face utterly painted with cum.

"So... that was definitely fun," Viola said.

"Y...yeah..." I said weakly, still catching my breath as I watched her holding my drained cock. She kissed the head, suckling out one last drop, before smiling up at me sweetly again.

"You want a picture?" she asked, blinking up at me as if her face weren't utterly covered. "For your collection?"

"Right, thanks," I said, finding my phone and getting a couple good shots of her looking up at me cutely.

That taken care of, Viola stood up on wobbly legs and made her way toward the bathroom.

"Fuck, you just... wow, how do you have so much cum?" she asked.

"It's a curse, what can I say?" I proposed, falling back on the bed and feeling like I might well pass out from exertion and overwhelming pleasure.

Viola laughed. "I bet it's such a curse getting to fuck so many hotties... I doubt I'll find another guy as cursed as you, but, I think I should get out and try dating again. If just for some dick."

"Well then, mission accomplished for me, then," I laughed.

"I'd say so," Viola said, stepping out of the bathroom. Though she'd cleaned my cum off of her, she still had that delicious, just-been-fucked look that nearly brought some life back to my cock again.

"But that's for later, for now..." she said, licking her lips as she looked me up and down. "...you didn't think we were finished, did you?"

I was quite content to take a nap right here for a bit after a fuck that hard, but looking at her like this, seeing this walking embodiment of sex itself wanting more out of me... that got me to sit up.

"Oh, I'm always ready for more," I said with a grin.

Viola smirked, tackling me to the bed and kissing me. "Prove it."

***

I had no idea what time it was by the time Viola drove me back home, because, well, time has very little meaning around a woman like her. I was run ragged, and wrapped in what felt like a permanent blanket of afterglow from all the sex we had had. I could have kept up for Viola if she wanted to go longer, but when she wanted to cut things off for the night, I had no complaints.

My legs barely worked as I wheeled my bike back into the garage of my house, and by the time I made it through the front door, I found the siren call of my bed particularly loud.

Dad wasn't home, which was fine; the fewer obstacles the better.

With light coming from my bedroom, however, I knew I wasn't fully alone.

Achingly, I stepped into my bedroom, prepared to be jumped immediately by Brooke King, but finding myself surprisingly satisfied when she didn't. The petite, pigtailed blonde wore a comfy pair of pink pajama bottoms and a matching pink t-shirt, laying down on my bed and reading.

"Hey, Ryan!" she said, perkily turning toward me, before her smile turned to a look of concern. "Jeez, you look like you, like, got hit by a truck. You alright?"

"Not a truck. A particularly intense MILF," I said, taking off my pants, strolling toward the bed and collapsing face down on it.

"Same deal," Brooke said, stroking my hair. "You want some distance, or some cuddles? This totally looks like a cuddles kind of day for you..."

Brooke, as horny a slut as they came, might well have made my month with the offer for cuddles.

"I can totally cuddle," I said, pushing myself onto my back with some effort and crawling beneath the blanket.

Tossing her book aside, Brooke joined me, cuddling up under the blanket and kissing my cheek.

"Then it's good for you I'm, like, totally the world's best cuddler," Brooke said, kissing my cheek and running a hand through my hair again. "You did something good today?"

"I did something good today," I replied, grinning at my girlfriend and kissing her lips, softly. I hoped I didn't still taste like Viola Kent, but given everything we did, I didn't think even the long shower I took would fully remove Viola's scent from me. Not that I wanted to forget them, I mean...

"Goodie!" Brooke exclaimed, kissing my cheek again. "Josie's out with her friends, I bet they're just having all sorts of fun playing with each other."

"I wouldn't be surprised," I said. "You didn't want to go out with your friends?"

"I was with Kaitlyn at the mall earlier, but I wanted to be here when you got back," she said, stroking my hair.

"Well, thanks," I said, kissing her again.

"Oh, it's totally my pleasure," Brooke said. "And speaking of the mall, Kaitlyn and I, we saw Jennifer there with Peter and Sasha. They were just hanging out, having a good time. That one of the good things you did today?"

I smiled at the update. Having not heard from Jennifer since sending her away with Peter and Sasha, it was good for some kind of update. I didn't know what they were doing, or what I wished they were doing, but I was glad it sounded like she was having fun.

"That one's mostly Jennifer, but I helped," I said.

"Helping's good too. Everyone, like, needs help sometimes," Brooke said. "Just don't work yourself too hard. We need to have you ready for our Valentine's surprise... Josie and me, we put a ton of work in on it."

Valentine's Day. Right. That was just around the corner, and if my plans all came to fruition, it would not exactly be a relaxed day for me. It would be fun, and I would get to do good things for a lot of girls, but I would be working myself pretty decently.

But for Josie and Brooke and the first year I'd ever have a girlfriend for Valentine's Day...

"I'll make it all good for you two, I promise," I said.

Brooke smiled, kissing me and cuddling up against me. "Goodie."

I sighed, holding her close and feeling consciousness drift away, as images of pink and red hearts danced before my eyes, and thoughts of naked bodies and cummy moans brought an erection into even my exhausted cock.

Valentine's Day was coming, and I was ready for it.

***

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