Senior Year Memories Ch. 23

Who was I to turn down a request like that? "Gladly."

"Wonderful," she said, sitting back up on my hips. She reached down and pulled her sweater and shirt over her head, revealing her amazing bra-clad tits. I'd been with girls with tits as big as Sophie's, and one with even bigger, but that didn't make me any less appreciative of how utterly insane they were.

"Wow," I whispered in appreciation.

"Thank you," she blushed, looking down at them. "I always used to think they were a nuisance that brought me a lot of undue attention, but now... I've started to like them. Especially how sensitive they are when they're in the right hands. Are yours the right hands?"

"Only one way to find out," I admitted.

With more than a little pride, Sophie smirked, then reached behind to undo her bra. Though gravity definitely had an effect on tits this enormous, that was hardly a turnoff as I took in Sophie Cusack's bare breasts. Her areolas were wide and flat, about the size of the palm of my hand, with a fiercely hard nipple standing proud in the center of each. I couldn't help but reach up, caressing and toying with each nipple, squeezing them, rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers.

Sophie closed her eyes. "Mmmm, that's nice. Keep doing that, keep doing that..."

I had no problem with continuing doing just that. When life gives you a pair of mammoth breasts to play with, you appreciate them and treat them exactly how they want to be treated. I was going to do exactly that, bringing Sophie the kind of pleasure and release that she needed, and if I happened to enjoy myself a little while doing so? Well, that was icing on the cake.

I leaned up, lips parted to take one of her nipples into my mouth...

...when her phone's ringtone nearly scared me half to death. Not just from surprise, mind you, but from the intense church choral song she'd set as the ringtone.

Her eyes widened in surprise, for a moment, but rather than completely lose herself to fear she merely reached over for her purse. "I have to take this."

She unlocked her phone and put it to her ear. "Hello? Oh, Mrs. Cobb! Yes, I'm still around, just working on some other projects before the service tonight!"

I couldn't help but notice that she was still straddling my cock, topless and looking perfectly luscious. I'd leaned back down the moment she took her call, my hands falling by my sides. Sophie looked down at me, annoyed, before grabbing one of my hands in hers and placing it back on her breast.

Well, if this is how she wanted to handle things.

I went back to taking a tit in each hand, squeezing and massaging them in a way that made her smile and bite her lip in appreciation. She looked down at me with a conspiratorial grin and shot me a wink, nodding approvingly at what I was doing with her tits while she ground her groin against mine.

Sophie continued with her call. "Yes, we received that new projector bulb you ordered for the projector; it's in Pastor Miller's office. We haven't tested it out yet because Mr. McCambridge hasn't been around, but he should be back today. Just call him and ask him to bring his ladder so you can test it out. You did save the warranty info for it, right? Because I told you we should've ordered OEM instead of equivalent, and if it doesn't work..."

I squeezed one of her nipples, causing her to stifle a moan. She looked down at me chidingly, but her eyes were full of more approval than disapproval.

"...yes, Mrs. Cobb, I'm sure it'll work. Alright, I'll see you soon too!" Sophie said, ending the call and tossing her phone back on her purse.

"Was that really necessary?" I asked.

"Hey, you've your responsibilities, I've mine!" she declared, leaning down to kiss me. "I'm helping out with organizing the Christmas Eve service at the church tonight, and if I don't answer my phone, folk will get worried and send out a search party, especially ones as nosy as our high and mighty church secretary Mrs. Cobb. Can't have that when I'm having my virtue defiled in a den of temptation, can I?"

Sarcastically, I replied, "You know, you really know how to add romance to a situation."

With a mocking pouty look on her face, Sophie sat back up and crossed her arms under her breasts, bringing them together in a positively hypnotic sight. "Well, I'm sorry I broke the mood. Oh, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

For emphasis, she ground herself against my cock even harder.

I got her meaning. "I can think of a few ideas..."

"Let me see if I can read your mind..." Sophie said proudly, climbing off of my hips. Kneeling beside me on the bed, she quickly undid my belt and zipper, pulling my pants down and fishing my cock out of my underpants. Taking my massive tool in her small, delicate hands, Sophie slowly jacked it. With her jaw slack, she brought her face in close to get a real good look at it.

"Oh my goodness! It's even bigger than I remember!" she declared.

I wanted to come up with something witty in response to that, but when she dove in with the same enthusiasm she tackled me with earlier, licking my shaft and sucking my balls, jacking me with such energy I was soon slick with precum, I didn't feel a witty comeback was all that necessary. I leaned back, enjoying the show as this busty girl played with my cock with her mouth, doing everything shy of giving me a blowjob but getting closer, oh so teasingly close. The way she looked into my eyes, I knew she knew exactly what she was doing, and rather than be annoyed I found myself oddly proud with how well she'd taken ownership of her sexuality. This wasn't the unsure, repressed girl Josie and I had first met. Sure, she had a long way to go still, but she was more confident, more in control, and overall more talented than before. I didn't know what she'd be like by the end of the year, but I was looking forward to seeing the woman she'd become.

With her body perpendicular to mine as she played with my cock, it gave me ample opportunity to reach behind and play with her amazing ass. It took some doing, pulling up her oversized and dowdy skirt until I'd bunched it all up around her waist, but once I did and was granted access to her nice round butt and everything beneath, I went to town on her. I stroked, I squeezed, I brought my fingers agonizingly close to her panty-covered pussy without diving in. If she was going to tease me, I was going to tease her.

The way she was whimpering and moaning as I ran my fingers over her inner thighs, it was little surprise to me that she was the first to break.

"If I... if I stop playing games and suck your cock... will you finger my cunt, please?" she asked.

I didn't let up with my teasing.

She whined. "Pretty please?"

I grinned, pressing my fingers lower and pushing her panties aside, thrusting two deep into her steaming slit.

"Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES!" she cried out, diving in and taking my cock in her mouth.

She may not have had the expertise of many girls I knew, but she was definitely learning, and definitely far better than she was the last time we'd been together. Sophie sucked my cock with gusto, timing her bobs almost perfectly with the thrusts of my fingers as I pleasured her cunt.

For how intense a moment it was, us sharing this, there was an undeniable sweetness to it too that I couldn't ignore. Looking down in Sophie's pretty eyes whenever she flitted them up toward me, I could see an intense and distinct gratitude that pierced to my core. I didn't know what kind of person Sophie Cusack would end this year as, but that I had a part in making her a different (and happier) person she was at the start of it was something that warmed my heart.

We stayed like that for I couldn't tell you how long, fingering, sucking and just generally making each other feel good because it was fun to make each other feel good. There was still much that needed to be accomplished today, so we couldn't have stayed there like that forever, but for the time being it felt pretty fucking amazing.

On one of her many moments of finally coming up for air, Sophie looked at me and smiled, kissing the head of my cock seductively. "There's something... I wanna try. Something Josie did that..."

"Sure," I said, "whatever you want to try."

Sophie smiled at me a little sheepishly, but then climbed off the bed. She reached under her skirt, wiggling her hips slightly in a maneuver I knew all too well as a girl pulling off her panties. Seeing where this was going, I made the last few necessary maneuvers to get completely naked on the bed, letting her guide the action in a way she felt comfortable with. Sophie Cusack still had a lot to learn about communicating and doing what she wanted, but whatever help I could be, I was going to be.

She sauntered on over to me, climbing up on her knees onto the bed next to me. With her beautiful, bare breasts hanging down beneath her, Sophie crawled over to me.

"I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I've thought a lot about what went down in that Hell House room. Almost every night since, honestly. I think about what you and Josie did, and I can't help but touch myself. The feelings... they're confusing, but the memories, I know what they make me feel. You'd think I'd have the fondest memories of this cock..." she said, lightly stroking me as she passed. I shivered at her touch.

"...and while they are... very fine... memories, the kinds of memories I'm hoping we'll be able to recreate soon, there's one thing that's haunted me even more," Sophie said, stopping with her knees beside my head.

"What's that?" I asked.

She hiked her skirt up around her waist, giving me a tantalizing view of her pussy lips and the untamed, dark thatch of pubic hair above it.

"Your mouth," she said, inexpertly swinging one of her legs over my head so she was straddling my face, her steaming and hot pussy descending upon my mouth as she fully sat on my face.

I remembered that Sophie tasted particularly sweet, and our reunion did nothing to change that opinion. She settled down onto me, grinding her hips against my face as I ravenously ate her pussy, taking control in her own slow, confidence-building way.

"Yes, yes, yes, right there, oh my goodness, yes, right there, please, keep going, keep going," she whined, pressing herself down harder onto my mouth. I didn't need any further motivation to give her the best oral possible, but it certainly didn't hurt any.

I brought my hands up, reaching blindly for her breasts. Thankfully, she seemed to know exactly what I was looking for and grabbed my wrists. My hands were brought to her tits, and once again I enjoyed having free reign over her tits, her nipples, playing with the sensitive nubs and using them to bring her even closer to the brink of orgasm.

"I shouldn't have... fuck... I shouldn't have let myself be in such torment... this is... this is divine... this is amazing... there's no way this can be wicked... I want to do it all, I want to do it all the time, I want to do it with you and... oh my goodness, it's sooooo gooooooooood, so close, please, don't stop, please let me cum, make me cum, I'll do whatever you want just make me cum, please, keep going like that, right there, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckitssogood, please, right there, yes, now, cumming soon, soon, soon... OH!" Sophie cried out, her thighs squeezing my head as she came hard.

My tongue and mouth were able to keep up with the copious flow of juices from her pussy, but the way she squeezed my head only tighter and tighter, her body bucking wildly with the power of her orgasm, I thought there was a very good chance she might choke me out. I knew, rationally, that she didn't want to hurt or kill me or anything like that, but hey, accidents happen, especially before we all get a lot of experience.

She didn't hurt me, though, and I didn't lose consciousness. Once she'd finally slowed, Sophie crawled off of me and fell onto her back on the bed. Looking up at her, breathing heavily and flushed from a good cum, her chest rising and falling and jiggling her tits ever so slightly, it was the kind of sight that might drive a man wild.

Being a man who was fully capable of being driven wild, you could say it did the job for me.

I rolled over onto my knees and pulled her skirt off, throwing it beside the bed and leaving her lushly and beautifully naked (save, of course, for that little gold cross that hung around her neck). Neither of us said anything, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. Her eyes were expectant and a little nervous, darting from mine, to my cock, back to mine again. Her lips were parted slightly, her hips still rocking, her thighs separating and drawing me forward. I didn't know how much fooling around she'd done since she'd lost her virginity to Josie and me, but I had my doubts that any of the guys had a cock like mine.

I crawled between her legs, lining my cock up with the entrance of her pussy. I rubbed the head up against her slit, loving the anticipatory moan that pulled from her mouth. Even with only the slightest pressure, I knew that she was still almost impossibly tight, and that this would be a challenge.

Thankfully, when it came to sex, it was rare that I wasn't up for a challenge.

"Do it," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Please!"

I pushed forward, fighting through what resistance she had and forcing the head inside. Her eyes went wide and she moaned, loudly at the invasion. I might've joined her, it's hard to say, but pushing on, forcing in a little bit at a time, we could've been screaming for all I cared. It felt so good, and the way her beautiful face lit up as I buried more and more of my cock inside of her... well, I was just about in heaven.

"More, more, more, please!" she whined, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me in deeper. The last few inches found their way inside of her somehow, and for a moment I just lay there on top of her, once again marveling at how my cock could fit inside of a girl this tight.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Yeah," she agreed, looking down to the point where our two sexes met. "That's... amazing."

"I kind of want to just stay here in awe of it for a moment, you know?" I said, looking down myself, admiring both my handiwork and the insane beauty of her body.

"I do, but I think I want you to fuck me more. You helped me find my slutty side and now I want to feed it," Sophie said, squeezing my cock with her pussy.

"You know what you're asking for, right?" I asked.

"I'm not asking," she said, kissing me sweetly. "I'm telling."

I smiled, kissing her back. "Someone's learning how to take charge."

She rocked her hips, trying to coax me to start moving. Slowly, I did. She groaned, "I've always loved to take charge, I just didn't know how to take charge with my own body. I'm definitely beginning to enjoy it, though..."

Though it may not have looked like it with me being the one on top, I had to agree that this was definitely her show. Whatever she wanted, I wanted to be here for, and whatever fun was to be had I was glad to let her set the pace. Call it a bit of the Christmas spirit, call it wanting to help someone discover a side of themselves that I'd only recently become familiar with in myself, call it whatever you want, but with the two of us on my bed everything felt perfectly natural and absolutely fun. Here I was, fucking one of the most unexpectedly hot girls in school (and that's a competitive fucking list, let me tell you), buried balls deep in her pussy while I got to look down at her bouncing tits and sublime smile.

Earlier I might've said that I felt "just about in heaven", well, this had to settle it. This right here was its own special heaven, the kind reserved for the oddballs and the unlikely who'd been given a chance by improbable fate and took it. Neither of us should have been here doing this now if the year had gone on its most likely path, but now that it had diverged in our favor we were doing everything to take full advantage of it.

So I fucked her. I fucked her hard. I fucked her until she moaned as loud as she screamed, her vocalizations only cut off when we made out.

Or when she had something to say.

"Harder... faster... deeper!" she groaned, parting her legs as widely as she could to allow even more of my cock inside.

Taking a cue and having an idea, I shifted into a semi-kneeling position and grabbed her legs, locking them over my shoulders before I leaned down and really started to fuck deeply into her cunt. If she'd thought I had a good angle before, this was a new depth entirely that filled her pussy. At first, her eyes slammed open in shock, her mouth dropping open in disbelief at this new, seemingly impossible position. Thankfully, she was quite flexible, and as I kept fucking down into her, she got more into it with each passing moment, urging me on, encouraging me, wanting so much more...

I was building up to a pretty epic cum, I'm not going to deny, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to match her. My balls felt swollen, so in need, I was going to cum soon, so soon, so hard, deep inside of-

Her ringtone once again nearly scared me half to death. It almost sent me flying off of her, but seemingly unperturbed she held onto me, grabbing her phone and answering it while I sat stock-still, cock still buried deep inside my pussy.

"Oh, hello?" she answered, doing a surprisingly good job at not letting on that she was naked and with a cock buried deep inside of her cunt. "Oh, hi Pastor Miller!"

Still listening to the man droning on on the other end of the line, Sophie rolled her eyes at me and mouthed, 'Keep going.'

Now, I'd been in a lot of surreal situations over this past year, but being balls deep inside a sexy as fuck religious girl after she'd snuck away from church on Christmas Eve day, while she fielded a call from her pastor about the night's service... well, that one was a strong contender for the weirdest thing I'd done yet.

But if she wanted me to keep going, I'd keep going. I kept a slow pace, one that wouldn't make too much noise, I hoped. Though I knew I should've stopped, I was so close to cumming that this felt like a fine idea as stroke after stroke kept me inching closer and closer to cumming.

"Yes," she said, stifling a groan. "Mrs. Friedkin? I don't know why her phone's off, but I assure you she has been working on the nativity costumes, uh... oh! No, sorry, I'm just, busy, moving around a lot, trying to get things ready, you know how it goes!"

She giggled.

I was starting to wonder if I'd be going to Hell for this.

"She said there was nothing to worry about, some scraped knees she fixed, a couple tears, some stains from when one of the Blatty twins threw up on the other, but nothing that couldn't be taken care of. She's going to have them ready for tonight, I'll check on her myself once I'm done on my current errand. Was there anything else?"

I really hoped there wasn't anything else, because I was about to burst.

"Oh, there is something else?" Sophie said.

I groaned in frustration. Sophie mouthed, 'Sorry!'

"No, that's not a problem at all, what's going on?" Sophie asked.

I couldn't hold it back any longer. I mouthed to her, 'Cumming soon!'

She bit her lip and nodded, mouthing, 'Do it!'

I didn't fully trust her judgment, but I really didn't have much of a say in the matter anymore. For a moment, I fucked her harder, quickening my pace so I could finish the inevitable. Her face was one of ecstatic agony, of a woman who desperately wanted to join in but couldn't for reasons of her own making. I felt for her, I truly did, but that didn't stop me from doing what I had to do.

With a few final, conclusive thrusts, I came and I came and I fucking came, flooding her pussy with what felt like an entire river of cum. I was sorry that she couldn't enjoy it as much as I did, I promised myself I'd make it up to her, and maybe, still maybe part of me wondered if I was going to Hell for quietly fucking her while she fielded a phone call from her Pastor, but still I came. I came so hard it was as if my entire self drained into her, and though I desperately wanted to collapse on top of her and go into the darkness for a bit, I didn't. No, I still held on by my knees and elbows, waiting for my energy to return so I could return the favor to her once the phone call ended.