Senior Year Memories Ch. 12

So Sam wanted to keep this hands off. Fine, I'd play her game, but it was maddening, especially as she pulled her costume down lower and lower.

Her hands and arms were now free, and as she inched it lower, continuing to grind against my cock, she inched it past her ass, revealing that not only had she gone without a bra, but panties too under her costume. Shimmying without once breaking contact from me, she managed to drop her costume entirely to the floor, now completely naked against me save for her creepy as fuck ragdoll mask.

Sam stood up, turning around so I could take in her complete nudity. She was a tiny, fit girl with a lean, soft frame, her smallish tits perfect while her ass had a slight flare to it that so many dancers tended to have. Her pussy, though, was shaved completely bare. It was a cute, tight-looking pussy even in the dim lights, but the lips were engorged and I could smell her lust from here.

Seeing my focus on her pussy, she began to finger herself, moaning softly as she showed off, clearly getting off on the position she had me in. Teasingly, she pulled her fingers from her cunt, glistening with her juices. She held them inches away from my face, letting me take in her scent. It was intoxicatingly sweet, and I wanted it. I leaned in to suck her fingers, but with her free hand she pushed me back to where I was, wagging her pussy juice soaked finger at me like a kid being chastised. I couldn't move, and it was driving me wild, so I did the next best thing and took more pictures.

I took pictures of her naked.

I took pictures of her when she turned around and showed me how tight her little ass was.

I even took pictures when the song changed to another from her Halloween inspired playlist and she dropped to her knees, crawling toward me, then between my legs.

I stopped taking pictures when she fished out all ten inches of my thick cock, though, because this was something I wanted to enjoy.

She eyed it hungrily, cocking her head first to one side, then the other. Her tongue flicked out from the slit in her mask to lick the precum from its tip.

"Sweeter than any candy," she cooed.

"Thanks," I replied.

"You know the problem with that?"

"What?" I asked.

"You always want more," she said, dropping her mouth onto my cock and sucking down the entire length in one gulp.

Sam's throat was tight, beautifully, achingly tight, and her mouth really knew how to suck cock. She sucked on me hungrily, lovingly, bobbing in time to the music as I moaned. Without thinking, I put my hand on the back of her masked head, helping her, urging her on, and for once she didn't stop me. The scraggly yarn hair of it was rough, but it wasn't as dirty as it looked, and I grabbed a handful of it and used it to urge her on.

Sam didn't need any urging, though. She needed to breathe sometimes, coming up for air and gasping raggedly periodically, but even as she did this she kept my cock close, jacking it and licking the head with an almost desperate hunger. Then she would drop down, suckling with even greater intensity, seemingly trying to inhale my entire cock. It was impressive watching such a tiny girl suck such a big cock with such ease, but if this year had taught me one thing, it was never to underestimate the girls of Regan Hills High.

Or how much cum I could produce when called upon, for that matter. Having already cum with impressive intensity three times today, I was surprised by how quickly Sam had brought me to the brink. I could feel another orgasm building in my balls, ready to burst forth.

"While that's, fuck, while you're really fucking good at that, I have to warn you, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum soon," I warned.

Sam came up for another breath of air, considering my cock and lightly licking the skin under the head.

"Good," she said, inhaling my cock again.

If she wanted my cum, then I wasn't going to deny her, but you can't say that I didn't warn her.

"That's it, fuck, that's it, so good, so fucking good, right there, right there, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I exclaimed, grabbing her by the back of her head as she only intensified her sucking. My hips bucked as I came hard in Sam's mouth, and despite the three orgasms I'd had today, it felt like I was flooding her throat. With clear practice, she swallowed every drop, waiting for my cock to start to soften before letting up and letting it drop from her mouth with a plop.

"Fuck, you're good at sucking cock," I said as she stood back up.

Her body language told me that she was bashful at the compliment, and if she wasn't wearing that mask, I'm pretty sure I'd have caught her blushing.

Sam said, "I know. Thank you, too, but... I know. I hear you're good at eating pussy."

"I am," I replied.

"Goodie," Sam replied, bouncing on over to my bed. She lay down with her head on my pillow, spreading her legs just enough so I could get a good view while she fingerfucked herself. "Why don't you get naked and show me?"

"Gladly," I responded, on my feet in a flash. I tore at my costume, unmindful of how upset it might make Mallory when she came to claim the parts (not that I couldn't make it up to her if I wanted), getting naked and crawling between her legs. The scent of her pussy, how sweet I knew it would be, drove me wild even with my softening cock, but watching her masturbate was almost hypnotic.

My face a few inches from her pussy, I stopped. I had an idea. Sam cooed questioningly.

"Cum for me," I whispered. "Make yourself cum. Fingerfuck yourself. Make yourself scream. I want to watch."

Sam groaned deeply, her fingers running in tight, intense circles over her clit. The way she danced and kept me at arm's length, I got a feeling that she liked to be watched. Maybe not most of the time, but when she was naked she liked to show off, and the way her body arched and flexed at her ministrations, I knew I'd hit the jackpot.

Watching it at this close a range was hot enough to get my cock on the path to hardening again. It would take a bit of time, but if she kept going like this it wouldn't take that long. Her fingers danced faster and faster over her pussy, applying more pressure. Her moans took on a higher lilt, and though she tried to keep her words sparse, I couldn't help but hear her whispering, "yes, yes, yes!"

I could've jumped in. I could've finished her off with my mouth, making her explode in orgasm, but I wasn't going to do that. I wanted to watch her every bit as much as she wanted to be watched, and that set her off. Bucking against my bed, she cried out in pleasure, her legs kicking out spasmodically and almost hitting me. Instinctively I grabbed her legs, holding her down as she rode out her orgasm.

Her fingers slowed, then soon dropped away from her pussy.

That's when I dove in, kissing, licking and fingering her soaked cunt. Sam squealed in surprise, but that only spurred me on to go at her pussy even more vigorously. She held my head in place, pushing me harder into her pussy, a position I was all too happy to be in. She tasted every bit as great as she smelled, which made it all the easier to go in with gusto. I let my tongue explore her folds, seeking out her sensitive spots and going after them with greater pressure. Being that she'd just cum, she was pretty much all sensitive spots, but through the haze of my eating her out she came down from the previous orgasm and I was able to find the sensitive points that were hers and hers alone.

There was a distinct thrill to not knowing who she was, a sense of taboo and wonder. I felt like I got to know a lot of girls better when I went down on them, and Sam was no different, and while I was happy to play this game we were playing tonight, I couldn't help but wonder who she was. Maybe I'd find out by the end of the night, or maybe she'd remain a mystery. I hoped to find out.

Until then, though, I focused on eating her out, lapping up her sweet, sweet nectar as I probed and dug, thrusting my fingers in more forcefully, curling them, reaching that elusive G-spot. Curling my fingers upward, I was greeted by a deep, eager moan. Finding and confirming that spot, I pressed my fingers against it, rolling them in tight, forceful circles as I sucked down on her clit as hard as I could.

That did it. That got her going again. With another gasping cry, she came even harder against my face, her juices splashing my chin and lips as I sucked and fingered her her harder and harder, stretching out her orgasm and keeping her rolling in wave after wave of pleasure. Eventually she fell slack, her body completely drained from a second heavy orgasm.

Sam lay so close to motionless save for her shallow, mewling breath, that I wondered if she might have passed out.

"Sam?" I asked. She didn't move. Still breathing, but unmoving.

I bit my lip, nervous. This had never happened to me before. I mean, I knew I should've taken it as a compliment, but I liked to have the girls I was with awake.

Still, this did provide an opportunity...

Carefully, I crawled up her body, stealthy enough not to wake her, resting my weight on my hands gently. My erection bounced like a traitor beneath me, landing on her belly.

Still, she didn't stir.

I reached for the edge of her mask, even slipped my fingers underneath it. I started edging it upwards above her neck.

Her legs swung around me, locking behind my back. I yelped in surprise.

"Boo!" Sam whispered, a smile visible through the slit in her mask.

"Not funny!" I shot back, even though I knew it really actually was. She arched her back, planting a playful kiss on my shoulder, before reaching down and guiding my cock toward her pussy.

Well, if that's how she wanted to play it, she could've scared me all she wanted.

With her guidance, I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. It was a tight squeeze with her petite size, but she was so wet I could've probably put two cocks my size in her right then. After some initial resistance, I pushed inside of her, burying the entire length of my cock inside of her.

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed.

"You okay?" I asked.

"More than okay!" Sam said, rocking her hips against me. "Start fucking!"

Well, since she asked so politely, I did. Savoring her hot, wet, tightness, I began a slow rhythm in and out of her perfectly tight, muscular cunt that gripped me with every stroke. I wanted to ease her into it, but locking her legs behind my back again, she pushed me on harder, goading me, demanding that I go harder.

So, harder I went. I fucked into her like a grunting beast, fucking and pounding that tight pussy while she mewled and squealed beneath me, never quite forming words but clear enough that she wanted "more" and "faster" and "harder." I was already running on fumes from the length of the day, but I pulled out reserves I didn't know I had as I fucked her harder and harder. My hips were a blur as I fucked into her as hard as I could, but still that wasn't enough, not for Sam, not for the ragdoll. I'd thought her once a monster that was out to get me, but I only now realized that she'd made me into a monster, one driven by an all-consuming need for pussy, to get her off as hard as possible and cum so hard I couldn't see straight.

Sam made me this monster, and even then I wasn't enough for her. With impressive strength for a girl her size, she rolled me over and got on top, riding me like a crazed cowgirl. Her pussy squeezed me, pushed me onward like I never knew was possible, and seeing it split her cunt wide open as she took almost its entire length with each insane thrust of her hips made my eyes go wide.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed as she fucked me harder and harder. Forcefully, she grabbed my hands and put them onto her tits, and I was all too glad to hold onto them if just to have something to do. If I held her tits, then I wouldn't go crazy from the insane fucking she was giving me. If I was squeezing her nipples, she wouldn't know that I was getting close, ready for another hard cum. I could distract myself this way for a little while, but it wouldn't last, not if she kept going, not if she-

"Oh fuck, again! Again!" she bellowed, slamming down onto me as her body was wracked by another powerful orgasm. She collapsed against me, shaking and shuddering from the pleasure, wordless sounds escaping her throat as this orgasm kept going. I liked to think I might've had a part in that, but the way she kept her hips going as she came, she was doing the better part of the work.

"Keep fucking, keep fucking, keep fucking!" she groaned once words had found her again.

"I want to, but, I'm cumming, soon, soon, fucking soon!" I warned. Rather than stop her, this declaration galvanized her. Pushing herself back up with her hands on my chest, she started fucking me in earnest again, her eyes, her real, human eyes, boring down into mine full of want, no, need for my cum. It wasn't asking nicely, but I was sure we were far past such pleasantries at this point.

I wrapped my arms around her, grunting as I came, filling her pussy with shot after shot of cum. It felt like it would go on forever, and in the position I was I could see the night fading away from me. Exhaustion from the day and the night, the emotional highs and lows and everything in between, it was all catching up with me. Consciousness left me even as I wanted to hold onto it. Even with fading, half-lidded eyes, I could see Sam's eyes staring down into me. I didn't want to lose this, didn't want to pass out, didn't want this Halloween to end, but as everything became black, I realized I was fighting a losing battle.

For a few seconds, at least.

"No. You're not falling asleep. Not yet," I heard her say. I felt her shift around on the bed, climbing off of my cock, crawling somewhere I couldn't see before I felt the familiar and very, very welcome sensation of her mouth on my cock. I was softening after our last go, but somehow her talented lips, tongue and throat got me hard again. She sucked me as if she were trying to bring the dead back to life, and maybe in a way she was, because it didn't take long for the pleasure to be too much. The pleasure in my once again hard cock overwhelmed me, forcing my eyes open as I watched her sucking me as hard as I've ever been sucked.

Seeing me rouse, she pulled off of my cock and said, "Goodie."

Then, she got up on her hands and knees, displaying her cum-dripping pussy and surprisingly cute, tight little asshole. I wouldn't press my luck on that tonight, but her pussy looked positively inviting. Inviting enough that I found strength I didn't know I had, enough to get on my knees behind her, to let her guide my cock into her cunt one last time, and to start fucking her once more.

This wasn't the mad, desperate fucking of our first union, partly because I was incapable of doing that anymore, and partly because I think she was going easy on me. I enjoyed the long, slow doggie-style fuck, holding onto her hips and sliding into her, enjoying the full depth of her pussy as she grunted and urged me on, looking over her shoulder encouragingly. It was a relaxing fuck, one where we just felt good to be together.

We weren't rutting monsters here, but two people who both loved Halloween trying to stretch out the joy of the day for as long as it could go. As we forged that connection, I felt a faint sadness growing in my heart because I'd really have liked to know who I was sharing this moment with. It was only faint, though, because I was still driven by that urge to fuck, that urge to make her cum and in turn cum myself, but I knew there was something special here.

I had to get to know this girl.

I can't say how long this fuck lasted, it could've been minutes, it could've been hours, but I knew that when it was over we were both taken by a good, simultaneous orgasm. It wasn't an earth shattering cum that would rattle windows and make my posters fall from the walls, but it was a good, strong finale, one that made us both collapse as I filled her pussy with cum that last time.

We both lay on the bed for some time, side by side, curled up against one another. She draped her arm across my chest, and I hazarded to put one around her shoulders. I think we were both waiting for the other to say something, and in that waiting we just held each other, catching our breaths and holding each other as much for comfort and warmth as to hold onto Halloween while it lasted.

Finally, I said, "So... best fucking Halloween ever?"

"Definitely," she said, getting up and searching for the pieces of her costume. Since, aside from the boots, it was all one piece, she was able to get dressed quickly and easily.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Who are you really?"

This question froze her in her tracks, and once again her posture wasn't one of confidence but of bashfulness, maybe even embarrassment. I wondered if I crossed a line, then distinctly feared it. I wanted to know who she was just so I could know her, but if she wanted that anonymity, I wouldn't take it from her. If she needed that as a buffer between us, well, that didn't make me feel good, but I didn't want to do anything that might detract from this night.

Sam saved that moment by cocking a hip out and placing a hand on it. "I'm the best fucking Halloween ever. Thanks for a great night, Ryan. I'll see you around school."

Fully in character again, she ran out of my room, leaving me lying back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, full questions and having few cares. It had been an amazing, crazy fucking day, and it was one I knew I'd hold onto forever.

"I fucking love Halloween!"

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(Author's Note 2: In a recent review from a reader I was given some suggestions for character archetypes I hadn't considered, and so interested was I in one idea that I reached out to the reviewer and gave him the opportunity to create a Senior Year Memories character. So, special thanks this chapter go to MisterWildCard for the creation of Noa Kanzaki; though she only cameoed in this chapter, expect some dedicated attention for her in the near future!)

(Author's Note 3: To whomever sent me the anonymous feedback entitled "Learning From You", please feel free to shoot me a message with contact info, I'd be happy to discuss the writing matters of your message more.)