Senior Year Memories Ch. 09

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum soon!" I grunted.

"Me too, me too, hold it, just hold it, wait for me, wait for me," Rose said.

"I'm trying, fuck, you're so good."

"Fuck!"

"Fucking nice!"

"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, just a little, just a little..."

"OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!"

"ME TOO, ME TOO, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MY SLUTTY LITTLE CUNT, FILL ME WITH ALL YOUR HOT FUCKING CUM, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" she screamed. She screamed so loud, I thought it'd summon the neighbors. I didn't care, though, as I fired what might've been an even bigger load of cum deep into her pussy. Shot after shot entered her tight cunt, my cock twitching in time with her pussy as she milked every last drop out of me.

"Fuck, yeah, so, so good," she said, no longer holding onto her fedora, running her hands down my chest.

I didn't have words then, not really; I was more trying to hold onto consciousness than anything else from that intense a fucking. Gingerly, Rose pulled off of my cock, a flood of cum pouring from her pussy. It'd mess up my blanket, but I didn't fucking care. I'd just fucked Rose Ferris, and I was going to enjoy the fucking afterglow.

Rose curled up under my arm, gently tracing her fingers up and down my chest and stomach.

"Now that, Ryan Collins, is what I call a fairly amazing fuck," Rose said.

"Fairly?" I responded. If she was still goading me on, trying to charge my competitive side to get me ready for another round, well, actually she was doing a pretty good job. It would take some serious work to get my cock ready for one more shot, but if she was willing, I was willing to try.

"Fairly," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. I grabbed her fedora and tossed it across the room jokingly.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, playfully squeezing my cock.

I hissed in a breath of air. "That was fucking awesome, and you know it."

"Your skills at cunnilingus and fucking pussy are exquisite, that isn't up for debate," Rose said in a measured tone.

"Then what is?" I asked.

She cocked her head and kept up that casually husky tone that she must've known got me going. "If I'm truly to get a gauge of what you're capable of, I'm gonna have to know how good you are at fucking my ass, which I've been told by more than one lover is about as close to perfection as you'll find. What do you say to that, Ryan Collins?"

I considered her offer. Then I considered the hopeful twitch in my cock.

"I'll say two things," I replied.

"Only two?" she asked, arching an eyebrow underneath her sunglasses.

"They're two very good things," I said.

"Then I must hear them," she replied, chuckling softly, then cooing when I gently squeezed her breast.

"The first, is that that sounds awesome, but I'm going to need some help getting that hard again. If your talented mouth and/or hands are up to the job..." I trailed off.

"I think I can manage," Rose said. "What's the second?"

"In the top drawer of my nightstand," I said.

Curious, Rose crawled over me, making sure to scrub her breasts against my chest as she reached for the drawer. She was in such a tantalizing position that I couldn't help but slide three fingers into her sopping cunt, enjoying the squeal of delight it gave her.

Seconds later, she squealed again when she saw what I'd sent her looking for. "Lube! You've got lube, Ryan Collins! I knew you were smart!"

I shrugged noncommittally, not feeling up to explaining that it was Brooke who'd taught me an appreciation for lube, but I was glad I'd bought that bottle of KY. I'd fucked more than a few girls in the ass, and though natural juices were good enough at making anal work, a good bottle of lube made it a hundred times better.

Smiling, Rose planted a long, lingering kiss on my lips, her tongue briefly running against mine. It was the kind of kiss you'd never forget, and one I meant to hold onto because she put a lot of herself into it. It was a kiss that promised more, a more I wanted to know.

She slid down my body, licking her way down until she got to my cock. There, her passion was replaced with a surprising daintiness as she licked at my cock with only the tip of her tongue, teasing the underside of the head. It was a maddening pleasure, but it was the kind that got my cock to half-staff in a hurry.

"There we go; that's what I'm talking about," Rose said to herself, opening the bottle of KY and squirting a dollop of it into the palm of her hand.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see," she said, rubbing the KY into the valley of her cleavage, then onto her breasts, making them glisten beautifully. Then, bending back down, she wrapped her lubed up tits around my cock.

"Oh, yeah, that's nice," I said.

"I thought you'd enjoy," Rose replied.

"Yeah, well, I, uh, do, holy shit," I said, enjoying the sight of my cock disappearing into her breasts. She squeezed her modestly-sized tits together, just capable of making my cock mostly disappear. I'd titty-fucked girls with much bigger breasts than Rose's, but much like with anal, a good amount of lube made this very, very fun. It only took a few minutes of this to get my cock back to full hardness.

"There. That's much better, isn't it?" she asked.

"Much," I said.

"So, Ryan Collins, are you ready to fuck my ass?" Rose asked, blinking prettily at me behind her sunglasses.

In response, I growled, "Bend over."

"Ooh, I like that sound," she said, crawling beside me on the bed on all fours. Though it felt like a herculean task after the fuck we'd just had, one look at the perfect, round swell of that ass was enough to tell me that the effort was well worth it. Her ass, so perfect and tight beneath those jeans, was just the right amount of tight and juicy. Her cheeks, parted slightly, opened to a tight pink asshole that she winked at me tauntingly.

I couldn't help myself; I dove right in and began to lick her asshole. It wasn't something I usually jumped to first, but I was determined to surprise her somehow, and this seemed to do the job by the sounds of her squeal.

"Oh, Ryan Collins, you are a dirty one, aren't you?" she asked.

"You don't know the half of it, Rose Ferris," I returned, tossing her full name back at her before diving back into her ass. It wasn't a wholly unpleasant taste, and that it was Rose Ferris' made it all the more luscious to pursue, licking around her puckered pink hole, enjoying how it made her writhe and squeal. With increasing force, I pressed my tongue as hard as I could into her asshole until I broke through, which made her scream anew, pounding my headboard with her fist.

"Enough teasing, I need you to fuck my ass, RIGHT, NOW!" Rose declared. Her voice had taken on an almost bestial roar, and I knew this wasn't just a polite suggestion. She wanted her ass fucked, and she wanted it fucked now.

Thankfully, I had a hard cock that was more than happy to oblige.

I pulled my face from her ass, then squeezed a fair amount of KY onto my cock, rubbing it in until I got it well and covered, then crawled up behind Rose. I teased her asshole with my cockhead for a moment, rubbing my lubed appendage against her sensitive hole, before pressing it in.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking hell, FUCK!" she yelled as I popped the wide head of my cock into her tight, hot ass.

In awe of how tight her ass was, I tried to play it off with a quip, "You know that was just the head, right?"

"I know, but I wanted to give it its due appreciation," Rose replied, looking over her shoulder at me. "Now why don't you get around to forcing the rest of that monster inside of me?"

"As you wish," I replied, pushing forward and sliding a couple more inches into her ass. She groaned loudly, pounding the headboard and demanding more. I kept sliding into her perfect ass, holding onto her hips for purchase.

"Fuck, your ass is perfect," I groaned.

"I know," she said, wiggling against me and squeezing her ass around my cock. It was enough to make me groan again

"You know I'm gonna destroy that ass, right?" I said.

"Big words," she replied.

I bent over enough to reach around and stroke her pussy. "And I mean to back them up. You call yourself a proper fucking slut, but you've never had a cock like mine. Once I've fucked this ass into oblivion, your ass'll be ruined for any other cock. Every time your ass quivers, feels the need to be fucked, you'll think about this moment. And you'll come to me, begging."

Rose gasped as I bottomed out in her ass, my balls rubbing up against her soaked pussy. "Okay, those are the kinds of big words I like."

Getting back up so I could grab her hips, I growled, "I thought you would."

"You know me so well now. Now shut up and fuck my ass, Ryan Collins," she said.

I pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in balls deep. "It'll be my pleasure, Rose Ferris."

There was no gentle buildup at this point, not after what we'd done and the slowness we'd taken. No, I was loving this, but I meant to hold to my promise of destroying her ass. Grabbing her by the hips, I created a frantic pace, fucking her ass as hard as I could. For a while, she tried to match me, pounding back against me as I slammed into her, but after a while she gave up, focusing more on holding herself up with one hand while masturbating with the other.

"Oh fucking god, you might just be right about that cock," she moaned.

"I know I'm right," I grunted.

"So fucking good."

"Your ass, fuck, so tight."

"So big."

"So hot."

"Fuck!"

"Fuck is right!"

"Keep fucking my ass, keep fucking my ass!" she wailed. She was getting close. I pulled her up onto her knees as I continued fucking into her ass, kissing her deeply as she came all over her hand. She screamed into my mouth, which only made me fuck her harder. I pulled her close to me, grabbing onto her tits and squeezing her nipples. It was an awkward position, but it worked well for both of us to keep the pleasure flowing.

I slowed down slightly as she came down from her orgasm, still holding her close so I could look into her eyes while I fucked her. Her face was a mess of streaked makeup and mussed up hair, but the look of pure satisfaction on her face was all worth it.

"Oh, that was a good cum," she said, kissing me.

"The best?" I taunted, shoving deep into her.

Again she wiggled her hips, squeezing my cock in her ass. "Maybe."

"I can take maybe," I admitted, pumping into her harder again.

"You close?" she asked, pushing back down onto my cock.

"Getting there," I said.

"Tell me when. Wanna make for a good picture," Rose replied.

"Okay," I said. I let her go, pushing her back down onto all fours. I couldn't believe I was this close so close to my last orgasm, but Rose had that kind of power. She was so unbelievably hot and knew how to use that pure sexiness. I was certain it would've only taken a few words from her to get me hard, and only a few more past that to make me cum, but getting to experience her entire body like this, I knew she was more than just talk. She was undoubtedly one of the sexiest people I knew, and that I was fucking her ass like this was more than a little awe-inspiring.

That awe, the tightness, the heat of her ass, it all finally built up with my thrusts.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I warned.

Unhesitatingly, she crawled off of my cock and lay flat on her back on the bed, bidding me forward. I was able to crawl forward a few inches, enough for her to reach my cock and jack it vigorously. Groaning, grunting, I came hard, shooting shot after shot of cum onto her stomach, then to her tits, neck, a couple even hitting her face.

As the last shots fell lamely against her stomach, I was ready to collapse from exhaustion. Rose, though, wasn't about to let that happen. "I'm gonna stay like this, get your phone. And my hat!"

I was so drained that I was susceptible as I was tired, so I did as I was told, getting off my bed. I retrieved her fedora from the other side of the room, then picked up my phone from my pants. I gave her the hat, and, still lying down, she propped herself up with a pillow and put the fedora on at a perfect just-been-fucked angle that worked well with her just-been-fucked face and her beautifully defiled body.

This was enough to motivate me to stay standing and take a couple loving pictures of her for my Senior Year Memories album. Content that I'd taken the perfect shots, I set my phone on my nightstand and then collapsed face-first onto the messy bed next to her.

"Wow," I muttered.

"I'll echo that wow," Rose said, stroking my back.

"Fuck, we're a mess," I said.

"That a bad thing?"

"Only if you have to do the laundry for this later," I said.

"Well, that definitely falls under 'not my problem,' but you have my sympathies," Rose said, still stroking my back. "Tell me, that is a bathroom door I see on the other side of this room, yes?"

"Yeah," I said.

"If it's all right, I'd really like to take a shower," she replied.

"Sure," I said.

"And would you join me?"

"I probably should, yeah."

"I meant for shower sex as much as cleanup," Rose said.

"I thought so," I replied.

"And then, I dunno, maybe some more sex afterward?" she suggested.

I thought about it. I wanted it, because it sounded fucking awesome, but there was one slight problem. "We can, but I should let you know, Dad's coming home in a bit."

"So?" Rose asked.

"I... never thought of it that way," I replied.

"I didn't think so."

Though it felt weird, I said, "Wanna meet my Dad? He's, uh, a bit odd, but he can be cool when he's not being a dad."

"Sure."

"And stick around for dinner? I'm... not a bad cook," I said.

"Wow, a home-cooked meal and more sex with a giant cock? I really hit the goldmine with you," Rose said.

Thinking about what we'd done, and what we would do, and what Rose would do for our Halloween Scream haunted house, I replied, "You're not the only one."