Senior Year Memories Ch. 24

I didn't have to say a word, but in the spirit of the power game we were playing, I said, "Suck it."

A soft, clipped moan escaped her pretty lips, and all too eagerly Dakota inhaled almost the entire length of my cock. It wasn't the most skilled blowjob I'd ever received, but it was one driven by pure lust and enthusiasm. She sloppily sucked my cock, savoring its flavor as if it were the sweetest and rarest of treats in the world. When I experimentally pulled it from her mouth, she met the cue and began sucking on my balls, gently yet forcefully enough that I wouldn't be allowed to forget her lustful desires. I granted her wish by pushing my cock back into her mouth, reaching over to finger her some more in reward.

We must've been quite a sight, a nerd kneeling naked on the half-naked head cheerleader's bed, his cock in her mouth and his fingers buried in her cum-filled cunt. It was a testament to the year I had that I wasn't fully sure that this was one of the most intense first sexual encounters I'd had all year, but it was one I was looking forward to seeing continue further.

Feeling confident in my restored hardness, I pulled my cock from her lips and climbed back between her legs, sliding my cock once again into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm, I think I'm beginning to see why you're so popular with my girls," Dakota groaned, wrapping her legs around me and looking up at me somewhat dreamily.

"You don't even know the half of it," I said, leaning down and kissing her. It lacked the fire, the wild intensity of our last furious union, but there was a strange tenderness to it I found I really liked. We kissed for a while like this, me buried deep in her pussy with her legs wrapped around me. It was pleasant, almost sweet, even.

And then Dakota had to go and make the moment filthier.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "You're right. I haven't had you up my ass, yet."

It may not have fit the moment, but I was pretty okay with her adding filth to the moment. Slowly, I began to fuck in and out of her.

"Oh, you like it up the ass, do you?" I taunted, keeping each stroke slow and delicious.

She purred. "Tell me, have you met a single girl on the squad who doesn't?"

"Well..." I considered. "There's a few I've yet to really talk to, so, I can't say for sure."

Grunting as I picked up the pace, Dakota replied, "Believe me: they do. But I'm not here to talk about the other girls; I'm here to talk about you, and me, and how much I want your monster cock in my tight, sweet little ass."

"Something tells me you're more dirty than sweet," I chided.

Dakota laughed. "I keep myself clean down there, but yes, that assessment is fair. Tell me, how did you know? Was it the cheerleader thing?"

Shaking my head, I said, "A wise woman once told me that all uptight girls really love it in the ass. While I've yet to confirm that theory, it's proven accurate more often than not in my experience."

"And your experience is legion, is it not?" she asked, biting her lip from pleasure as we still slowly fucked.

"It is," I replied. "And I've learned a few tricks along the way."

To prove this, I grabbed hold of her and rolled over so she was on top of me. Dakota seemed all too pleased with the change in position, taking to riding me easily. Her hips rocked pleasurably, and her tits looked so perfect I couldn't help but take them in my hands and squeeze her nipples.

"That you have," Dakota replied, impressed. "You know how to treat a girl and can rub a few brain cells together. Add that to your anatomy, and I think you and I might have to spend some more time together when I can have you to myself."

Thinking about how fun this had been so far, I unhesitatingly responded, "I'm game if you are."

"Oh, I'm very game," she said, bouncing up and down on my cock.

"Good," I said, pulling her down for a kiss. "Because I've still got cum for you. Lots of it. You get me nice and started here, build up a nice load you cum and you cum hard, then I'll take you and your ass and show you some hardcore anal fucking like you've never had before and fill you to the fucking brim."

"Hardly romantic," she said lustily, pulling off the top of her uniform and tossing it aside, "But infinitely enticing."

"Good," I said, swatting her on the ass nice and loud and loving the way it made her squeal.

Watching her writhe and squirm as she bounced up and down on my cock, her juicy tits bouncing freely in those moments that I let them go and grabbed her ass, the look of absolute release on her face as she let loose and fucked me... it was something special. The kind of special that made me glad I'd come so recently, honestly, because as much as I could feel a nice load backed up in my tanks, the fact remained I didn't want to pop off before I had her ass.

Being good and not filling her pussy again with my thick cum took Herculean restraint, and though I didn't have the physical strength of that particular hero, I did still manage to hold back no matter how much she bounced on my cock. I watched her, thoroughly enjoying the show as she let herself get lost in the moment, holding her hips and guiding her up and down on my cock so she'd receive maximum pleasure.

It was working. I could feel her tensing up again, her body shuddering as another orgasm threatened to make her first pale in comparison. Rather than let it threaten, I worked to guarantee it.

I reached down, rubbing her clit furiously as she bounced up and down on my cock, our eyes locking as she looked at me with this increasing sense of needy desperation. While a matter of moments ago I was holding her orgasms back to keep the game we were playing alive, now I was sure I couldn't deny her anything.

"You got it, you got it," I muttered to her. "Cum for me. Like that. Cum for me now, cum for me... cum for me!"

I could tell there was part of her that wanted to fight this, to keep it going and bring the narrative back to the place where she was usually in charge because she was on top. It was an instinctive thing, because I also knew from what she'd done and what she said that she was looking to cut loose. I saw this conflict pass her face, coursing through almost every square inch of her body as she considered holding back.

"Oh... FUCK IT!" she cried out, letting the orgasm hit her like a truck. She bounced oh so deliciously on my cock, bucking and shaking and losing control, the sight of her sweaty, beautiful flesh trembling only matched by the way her pussy tightened around my cock. It took the greatest restraint (and the great fortune of having cum quite recently) not to completely lose it myself, but I held on.

She finished against me, collapsing and kissing me, rubbing her breasts rather wonderfully against my bare chest as she smiled.

"That... you have a gift," she said.

"I don't know about a gift, but I've learned a few things this year," I said.

"And I'm sure I'm not the only one who's grateful for this development," she replied, kissing me again.

Doing some mental math, I said, "Twenty-five women and counting."

She scoffed, "Only twenty-five?"

"Hey, I only started in September, and I need time to eat, drink, sleep, do homework, hang out with my girlfriend and friends..."

"Oh, please; I've got early admission to Caltech and way more on the table than you do and I still manage to crush those numbers. You can do way better with what you've- HEY!" she yelped as I smacked her on the ass.

"I'll manage," I say.

"You better," she said, rubbing the tender flesh of her ass. "Because, unless you're Kyle Bowman, we only get one senior year and we need to do what we can to have what fun we can. We're not going to be granted this level of irresponsibility forever."

Having heard similar words from a number of my friends, I pulled her in for a kiss. "So, in the spirit of that irresponsibility, will you maybe consider going a little easier on the group every so often? Not all the time, I get the image you're trying to pull off with them, but, you know, maybe give them one day a week when you're not such a cunt?"

"What, like a 'Taco Tuesday'?" Dakota suggested, amused.

"If they like tacos..." I said, swatting her on the ass again for good measure. She groaned, a low, lusty sound as her eyes blazed.

"Officially, I can arrange for that. Unofficially... you want to be a hero?" Dakota asked.

"Not the kind who takes you down a peg or anything..." I said.

She shook her head, squeezing my cock with her pussy for emphasis. "I'm not asking for that, but, in the spirit of this newfound goodwill you've inspired in me, and because there's a ninety percent chance that most of, if not all of, the other girls are outside in the hall listening to this right now, might I suggest a little performance to help seal the deal? One that will let them know where I stand, since there's no way they could hear us now, and one that will allow you to look like such a hero you'll be fucked more this New Year's than probably any other man on Earth?"

This wasn't one of those questions that required a lot of serious, heavy thinking. "What kind of performance do you have in mind?"

Keeping her voice low, Dakota climbed off of me and outlined exactly what she had in mind. I had to admit, in a Machiavellian sort of way, it made a lot of sense. I didn't know if it would work or not, since there were more than a few smart girls, but with this being one of those rare deceptions where no one got hurt and all of the involved parties got to have a lot of fun... what the hell, it was worth a try.

She shed the last few vestiges of her clothes and walked to the bedroom door completely nude, having me talk to her a little louder than normal to make it seem as if all was going to plan in this room while she listened to the door. Satisfied that at least some of the others were out there, she nodded to me and beckoned me over. At her direction, I pulled a bottle of lube from her nightstand and brought over my phone, then joined her by the door.

With a mirror completely covering its surface, I got a perfect view of the both of us naked.

Whispering to me, Dakota said, "The show must go on."

Nuzzling behind her, I whispered in her ear, "If by show, you mean anal..."

She giggled softly.

It was showtime. I spanked her ass loudly, loud enough to echo throughout the room.

"FUCK!" she cried out, bracing her hands against the door.

"Well, if you're gonna be such a bitch, I'm gonna spank you like a bitch," I growled loudly.

"Really, that's the best you've got, you fucking nerd?" Dakota shot back.

"No," I said, squeezing a little lube onto my fingertips. "I've also got a couple fingers shoved right up your tight, fucking, slutty ass."

She groaned as I did exactly that, shaking against the door. Looking to immortalize this moment, and continue the rest of our show, I took a picture of this and immediately sent it to Kaitlyn.

"You didn't!" Dakota cried out in mock scandal.

"Oh I did, they need to know what a dirty fucking slut you are, and what I'm gonna do to you right here," I growled, fucking her ass with my fingers as she braced herself against the door.

"And what are you gonna do?" she taunted.

"I'm gonna fuck your tight little slut ass," I said.

She scoffed. "You couldn't handle my ass."

"Wanna bet?" I said, pulling my fingers from her ass and squeezing lube onto my cock. Softer, so the others couldn't hear, I whispered, "You ready?"

"Always," she whispered back conspiratorially. I rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks, pressing gently against her tight hole in a way that made her moan. It was going to be an interesting challenge, keeping up this act when fucking a girl up the ass normally kept my senses far from me, but it would be fun to try.

"Get ready," I said louder. "Here it comes."

Holding back a laugh, Dakota turned to me and mouthed, 'Here it comes?'

I shrugged. I thrust forward, pushing the head of my cock into her tightest hole.

"OH, FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG, YOU'RE GONNA TEAR ME APART!" Dakota cried out.

"That's just the head," I said. "There's almost a foot more to fuck you with. You said I couldn't handle your ass, but did you ever think you couldn't handle my cock?"

Though her eyes were wide from taking my cock in her ass, Dakota was doing a good job keeping to the act she intended, pounding on the door and groaning. "I've got... FUCK! You can't... no, I can take it, you don't... FUCK!"

I fed inch after inch inside of her ass, taking away her words and making her a moaning, shuddering wreck as she pounded on the door and cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. When my hips finally met her ass, my balls resting against her soaked pussy, I kissed her on the shoulder in silent congratulations.

"This... is... amazing!" she whispered back, arching her neck so she could kiss me.

"You good to be fucked?" I whispered back, wanting to make sure she was okay.

"If you don't fuck me as hard as you can, I can't be held accountable for my actions with what I do to you," Dakota returned.

"Okay, so you're good," I whispered, pulling my cock out and slamming it back home in her tight ass.

"FUCK!" she cried out.

"So... fucking... tight! You... like... that?" I grunted as I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her ass nice and hard. She was so tight, so hot, her ass gripping my cock so perfectly I thought I'd pop off at any moment.

"GOD, it's so big, fuckfuckfucking hell, how can you... god, how can this be possible you... fucking... nerd! You're fucking my ass better than, fuck, anyone ever has!" Dakota exclaimed.

Reaching around to finger her while we fucked, I did my best to play up the character we'd discussed. "If you're a good little cumslut, I might tell you. If you're nice and play by all the rules and do everything I say, I'll let you cum harder than you've ever cum before."

"That's... not... fair!" Dakota exclaimed, smiling into the mirror cutely as we fucked. Letting go of the door for the moment, she reached down and grabbed my phone, taking a picture of us smiling and fucking and generally having an amazing time. Now, I'd had plenty of weird and amazing sexual encounters this year, but having an awesome time fucking Dakota Lewis' ass while we were pretending some grand and epic battle of the wills for the benefit of whoever was listening on the other side of that door, well, that at least had to crack the top five weirdest.

For now, anyway.

"I never said it'd be fair. I don't play fair when it comes to my friends," I grunted. "You're being a real bitch to them, and that's gotta stop. If you promise to be nice, I'll make you cum."

"Bastard!" Dakota shot back.

"I'll stop, if you force me to," I mock threatened.

"NO!" she yelled, as much an act as it was the truth. Both of us were getting really close to cumming, and we had to time this scene right. "NO! Please, no! I want it... I want it..."

"Then you know what you gotta say..." I taunted.

"FINE! I promise I'll be less of a bitch to them! I'll be good, I promise, I swear, just let me cum, let me fucking cum, please let me cum!" she replied, tossing my phone aside and bracing herself against the door for the hardest fuck I could manage.

"You got it," I said, pounding into her so hard I was afraid the door would knock itself off its hinges, but credit its engineering and her steadfastness, this didn't happen. Thank god it didn't, because it gave me the exquisite view of watching her in the mirror, her perfect, sweat-drenched body, her swaying tits with their hard nipples, our bodies colliding with each other so perfectly as our faces were screwed up in ecstasy. I never would've thought a connection like this was possible with Dakota Lewis after all I'd been warned of for her, but damn if it wasn't something special.

"GODDAMNIT FUCK, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING YOU FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Dakota cried out, bucking and shaking against me as the orgasm hit her like a 2 x 4, her asshole squeezing my cock so tightly, so insistently it set off my own orgasm. Her asshole milked my cock hard, squeezing shot after shot of my cum into her. It was a sweet, maddening pleasure, one I didn't want to end as it felt like all the pleasure in the world was being drawn out through my cock and into her.

When we'd both finished, tired and panting, both barely able to stand, we looked at each other in the mirror and exchanged a satisfied, tired nod. I leaned in, kissing the back of her neck a few slow, soft times while we giggled and stayed close to each other. When she turned her head to kiss me, I took full advantage of kissing her back, savoring her taste as well as our victory.

"You should go out and greet your crowd, you conquering hero, you," she whispered, squeezing my cock with her ass.

I kissed her back fiercely. "In my eyes, you can never be conquered."

Dakota smiled back, kissing me and pulling off of my cock. "Thanks. But we've a charade to finish, and a charade we must finish. Go greet your crowd, I'll follow shortly."

On wobbly legs, she walked back a few steps into her room, enough to let me come out looking like the conquering hero. That I wasn't actually one, at least not like Kaitlyn was suggesting, was for only Dakota and me to know. I liked to think that we'd come to a mutually beneficial accord that the other girls would greatly enjoy, but only time would tell.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. True to Dakota's prediction, we'd assembled an audience outside. While I'd only expected only a few of the more inquisitive, gossipy girls to be in the mix, I was surprised by the image of eleven naked cheerleaders standing in the hallway.

Addison. Cleo. Alyssa. Jade. Rose. Gwen. Sarah. Haley. Sasha. Brooke. Kaitlyn.

All of them eyed me with mixed looks of curiosity and lust, and all of them looked positively luscious. No doubt a few had been enjoying themselves while Dakota and I fucked, but now they really wanted to know what had happened between me and their captain.

Rather enjoying such a unique opportunity, I just said, "What?"

Somebody snickered. Kaitlyn stepped forward. "Did you two...?"

"We had a good time," I said, noncommittal.

"A good time?" Kaitlyn said. "That's all you have to-"

"DOES ANYBODY REMEMBER LAUGHTER?"

Dakota practically bounced out into the hallway behind me, her hands in the air and looking a royal mess. With cum leaking down her thighs from her pussy and asshole, her tits bouncing beautifully, hair a mess and makeup streaked down her face, she was hardly the composed image she greeted me as. The other girls looked on her and me with something that might have been awe.

"Oh, come on girls, this is supposed to be a party, isn't it? Let's head back to the guest house and have ourselves a fucking party!" Dakota proclaimed to the cheers of the other girls.

As she led them out with a new spring in her step, a few girls stopped to congratulate me along the way. The last to follow was Brooke King, who despite the mischievous grin and the naked body that still bore the marks of some of what we'd done earlier, still looked as sweet and innocent as ever.

"So, how'd ya do it?" she asked.

As I wagered she was one of my best friends these days, I decided against lying to her. "We talked. Got to know each other. Came to a mutual understanding."

Brooke nodded. "Sounds right. She's got her bitchy side, but, she's good, too. A lot of people don't get that, but, I thought you, like, totally would. And you did?"

"Yeah. I think so," I said.

Brooke smiled, kissing me sweetly. "You know this, like, is gonna be the most bitchin' New Year's party in town now, right?"

Part of me had been dreading this party almost as much as I'd been looking forward to it, but now that I understood who Dakota was and what she was all about...