Senior Year Memories Ch. 26

What I thought was that it was a strange thing to be wanted by so many girls, even if it was just for a kiss.

What I said, or what I meant to say, didn't get said because that was the moment when Sasha and Cleo both catastrophically came, their cries and screams sending a chill through me that almost drove me wild with lust. I grabbed Jade and started fucking her harder, ready, waiting, needing to cum.

I was close, so close, so ready for her to cum and set me off and get me going and-

Petite and naked Alyssa Nguyen ran into the room, beaming and yelling, "Holy shit, guys, you gotta see this right now! Never seen anything like it, I mean, fuck, hurry, it's awesome! In the bedroom! Now, before it's too late!"

Cleo and Sasha and the rest of the girls in the room looked satisfied enough to drop what they were doing and go see what was happening.

"Fuck," I muttered, cursing at the timing. Part of me definitely wanted to know what was going on in the other room, but I also really wanted to finish fucking Jade.

Jade obviously saw the same conundrum. She blew a lock of hair out of her eyes while thinking about it, finally saying, "You want to see what's going on too?"

"Yeah," I admitted begrudgingly.

"You know, we can still probably fuck in there while we watch, right?"

I thought about it. "Fuck, I love your problem solving skills."

Jade shrugged, kissing me. "What can I say? It's a gift."

***

After a while in life, certain memories have a way of blending together, but as a general rule I've found that you most clearly remember your firsts. I clearly remember the first time I had sex, the first time I had anal sex, my first time with Josie, with Tori, with... well, you get the idea. Those firsts have a way of sticking with you better than a lot of later experiences, and will generally remain sharp in your memory over the years.

Having seen and done a lot before New Year's Eve, I didn't expect to add any true firsts to my memory bank, but I hadn't anticipated one thing.

Namely, that I'd see my first ever in person fisting.

"HOLY SHIT!" Addison Gonzalez exclaimed, watching as more of Brooke's hand slowly disappeared inside of her. The curvy Latina, normally so sweet and cute, was an utter picture of lewdness as she lay spread-eagle on the guest house's bed. Her normally exquisite makeup was streaked, her perfect dark curls splayed out all around her face. Wearing only her Homecoming Queen sash and tiara, she was otherwise completely naked. Every inch of her soft brown skin, her massive E-cups, and her bare, shaved pussy was on display for our viewing pleasure.

When Jade and I first came in here after all the others joined, Brooke only had three fingers inside of Addison, but when we finally got a better view she'd gone up to four. The petite, pigtailed blonde with the cute smile and tight body looked like she'd lubed her arm up to her elbow, and like she was having the time of her life.

"Awww, come on, we've, like, all totally seen you take bigger than that," Brooke taunted, twisting her fingers around inside Addison, further preparing her hole.

"Yeah... but it's not every day you get most of someone's hand in you!" Addison exclaimed.

"Hon', I think she's not stopping 'til she gets all her hand in you!" Cleo quipped, stroking the side of Addison's face gently.

"I know, and I want it, but... fuck..." Addison said.

"It's all right; I've got a lot of lube on me, and we'll take it slow, honest! Betcha you're gonna cum like you never cum before, too!" Brooke said, smiling joyfully at the whole room.

It was crazy seeing all the other girls gathered in this one room around the bed, watching and encouraging Brooke and Addison, stroking Addison, urging her on. It was a spectacle I doubted any of them had ever seen in person, and it had a way of drawing attention. Maybe it drew their attention like a car wreck would, or maybe it was the pure eroticism of the moment, but it had a way of stealing everyone's attention.

Even Jade's. I was a little miffed that she immediately jumped over to Addison's side, but knowing that the two of them were friends, I understood it. Jade stroked her hair, cooing to her calmingly, helping her through as Brooke began to slowly work her thumb in along with the rest of her fingers. I could've probably bent any one of these girls over and gotten off the good load of cum I'd been building up, and they'd no doubt have been eager to help, but it wouldn't have been the same.

Especially since I, too, really wanted to watch. What I was seeing wasn't the kind of porn I was usually drawn to online, but being reasonably open-minded I'd watched a fair few clips out of curiosity. Seeing it online was one thing, but seeing it happen in person? Well, that was something else entirely.

"How the hell did this happen?" I asked no one in particular.

"The same way everything else happens. Somebody thought it might be cool," a cool, arrogant voice said next to me.

I turned my attention to the voice and was met by Gwen Savage. Almost a foot shorter than me, the girl with the long, dirty blonde hair still had a sneer of supreme bitchiness on her otherwise pretty face. Despite all the action she'd gotten, she still managed to reapply her makeup a few layers thick, adding further to her trashy look. Naked and gorgeous as any of the others with her large, D-cup tits topped by firm nipples, round ass and glistening pussy with its full thatch of hair, on sight I wanted her, but in practice I'd kept my distance from her. She'd been a bitch to a lot of the other girls I considered friends, especially Sarah, and just radiated an aura of general unpleasantness.

It didn't mean I didn't want her, because, as stated she was still really hot, but it was something I wasn't hell bent on rushing.

Though in my state of arousal, I was still taking her in, Gwen continued, "We've all been talking about just having this big pile on of Addison in all her Homecoming Queen crap and she busted it out, and it was fun playing on her, putting toys and stuff in her, but then Brooke's got her brilliant fucking idea and says she's always wanted to try fisting, and Addison seemed down for it, so..."

"So we're here," I finished.

"Yup," Gwen said.

"Yup," I agreed, watching Brooke slowly finish pushing her thumb into Addison. Though there was still a fair bit of hand to go, this brought out a round of applause that nearly covered for Addison's moan.

"Do you want me to say I'm sorry? Because I can say I'm sorry," Gwen said.

I thought about this. "Would you mean it?"

Gwen huffed. "I'd mean it!"

"And would it just be to get my cock?" I asked.

"Is that too much to ask for?" Gwen asked.

"No, but it would be a bit shallow," I replied.

"Look, I don't apologize often, and when I came to you saying I was willing to apologize I meant it, but if you're gonna be an ass about it, I don't have to be here-"

"You want to apologize? I'll listen," I said.

"Here?" Gwen asked, eying the others nervously.

"Why not? You distracted?" I asked.

Brooke was slowly working the remainder of her hand in, the lube doing much of the work as it disappeared a fraction of an inch at a time inside of Addison. It was an odd, awe-inspiring sight, one that felt like we were waiting for the ball to drop on New Year's Eve. Slowly, slowly she worked her hand inside until...

It was gone. Only Brooke's wrist was visible sticking out of Addison's pussy.

"HOLY SHIT!" Addison repeated, looking down in awe as Brooke began slowly rocking her hand around, thrusting it in and out a miniscule amount to the sounds of the rest of the room's cheers.

"Okay, I see your point," I said.

"Let's get a drink?" Gwen suggested.

I could've stayed in here, and sort of wanted to if just to see how crazy things were going to get from there, but since it sounded like Gwen wanted a heart to heart (or as much of a heart to heart as she could manage), I said, "Sure."

***

I followed Gwen back to the kitchen where we both grabbed drinks from the fridge, her a beer, me a Coke. Then, hopping up onto the nearby bar, she cracked open her drink and took a long, chugging sip.

"I'm not sayin' sorry for who I am, because it's who I am and I don't plan on changin'. I've tried the nice and goody-two-shoes act before. It didn't take. Didn't suit me," she said.

"No, I don't expect it would," I said, taking a sip from my Coke.

"Even when I am bein' nice to people, it's got this way where it comes across fake and people don't trust it. It won't stop me from tryin' if nice is what I really mean to be, but it's annoying as fuck. So, I've stopped trying to look nice, and I just be myself. It doesn't mean I don't misread things sometimes. I just thought you were another fuckboy when I first saw you. A weird lookin' one, but, hey, fuckboys can come in all shapes and sizes. I thought you were in this for the pussy, the ass, whatever else you wanted, but you aren't fully, right?" Gwen asked.

"Not fully. I have my fun. I like to make sure the girls I'm with have fun. I'm... trying to not deny who I am anymore either. This is me. I get that. I just don't like it when my friends are being disrespected, and that's a lot of what I've seen you do these past couple days," I said.

"I'm direct. Sue me. When I want something, you'll know it," Gwen said.

"Some people would say that's you being a bitch," I replied.

"People call any girl who don't take shit a bitch. Am I a bitch? Fuck yeah. I'm a bitch and proud. And being a bitch hasn't stopped you yet, has it? I see you fucking Dakota and Kaitlyn and Haley and they're some of the biggest cunts in school," Gwen replied.

"Cunts with a heart of gold," I amended, even if the words came across cheesy.

"I don't have a heart of gold?" Gwen asked.

"Not that I've seen," I replied.

"Well, would that keep you from fucking me?" she asked.

"No," I said. "But I'd still like that apology you promised."

Gwen grumbled, "I was getting there."

"Good. Then, have at it."

"I'm... I'm sorry I was such a dick to you and the other girls. I get that way in the heat of the moment sometimes, and these couple days've been all heat of the moment. I should've watched what I been saying to them and to you, especially since I didn't really mean anything by any of it, not truly. I'm sorry," she said.

It was the apology of someone who was accomplished at apologizing, and maybe not the most sincere one, either, but it also wasn't all lie, either. There was something in that voice that felt like the closest she could get to genuine, which had me hopeful. Gwen was definitely a different personality from the kinds of girls I was used to, but she wasn't evil, either. She was naked, and hot, and inviting, and we'd already done a little bit of fooling around. I was certain I'd tormented her enough.

I took a sip from my Coke. "Apology accepted."

"It's like that?" Gwen asked.

"It's like that," I said, sliding closer to her. She looked good, and if I'm being honest, I already knew she felt every bit as good as she looked. Since I'd joined the party, I'd fingered her, made out with her, tittyfucked her and eaten both her pussy and her ass. She may have been a dirty, trashy kind of slut, but it sure put her in good company here.

"So, we're gonna do this?" she asked, licking her lips and looking down at my cock.

I walked right in front of her, spreading her legs on the bar to give myself a better view of her dripping cunt. Sliding my fingers between her thighs, meeting those perfect, moist lips and sliding inside, I asked, "What do you think?"

Gwen reached out and grabbed me by the back of my head, forcing me between her legs. "I think it's high time you stopped teasing and we started gettin' down and dirty."

Down and dirty. I liked the sound of that. I probably would've even commented on that if my mouth weren't so full of pussy then, but since it was I guess we'll just have to imagine what I might've said.

She may have had the look of white trash who'd been out in the sun for a while, but damn it if Gwen Savage didn't have one sweet pussy. I stayed buried between her thighs, hunched over and licking up her delicious nectar and wanting to make her squeal. I'd made her cum a couple times already in the last couple days, usually with others around or with encouragement or as part of a game, but right now with just the two of us here... yeah, I was prepared to get down and dirty.

That's why I wasn't particularly merciful on Gwen's pussy. There was little loving to it, just a pure, primal need to fuck and have fun with this bitchy girl. With two fingers slid deep into her pussy while my lips and tongue worked her clit and another hand working on her tits, I was plenty pleased with myself. The way her juices were flowing almost as freely as her foul fucking mouth, well, I knew we were off to a good start.

"Oh fuck, you fucking sonofabitch, you were fucking holding out on me, giving all these sluts your attention when you really wanted this shit, right? You played all fucking high and mighty, teasing me when you wanted to be all the boys who fucked me so hard? You just wanted to throw me around, fucking use me, choke me on your cock, fuck all my tight holes... fuckfuckfuck, keep going, there... yes... whatever you want, fuck, you can do it. You keep up with me, you fuck me good, you can do whatever you want, just drink my fucking pussy juice you fuckslut, like that, keep eating me..." she groaned, running her fingers through my hair roughly.

"Anything, huh?" I asked in one of my rare moments I came up for air. She was on the edge of a good cum. She felt it, I felt it, I could've done anything in the world to set her off and I wanted to make it a good one, but only when the time was right.

"Yeah..." Gwen moaned, throwing her head back.

"Good," I replied, getting up and pulling her off the bar. She yelped at the suddenness of my maneuver, but I had enough control to keep her from falling (thank god she was as tiny as she was). She landed on her feet, stumbling only slightly as I pulled her over to the blankets that had been laid out on the floor. They were already a little moist, from sweat, from combined sex juices, some combination of the two, I didn't know, but I wasn't worried about any of that right now.

I wanted to see what Gwen could do for me. I pushed her down onto her knees so her face was level with my cock. Her face had that perfect, trashy bimbo look to it as she eyed my cock up close with surprise, her mouth dropping open in an actual O of shock for seeing it this close up.

Taking advantage of that O, I thrust forward, shoving my cock into her mouth. It was only a few inches (I wasn't going to be that cruel), and at first she took to it as if sucking on the sweetest of treats. After a moment, though, she spit it out, gasping.

"But... I neeeeed to cuuuuum..." she whined, pouting up at me.

"Well, get sucking, do a good fucking job, and I'll make you cum so hard you won't see straight," I said.

"Fuck you," Gwen grumbled, leaning forward, her hands drifting between her thighs.

"No no no, no touching yourself. You can play with your nipples, but your pussy's off limits. I want you fucking gagging on my cock, make it sloppy, make it good, and I'll make you cum, I promise," I said.

"God, you're an asshole," she said.

"I thought I was an aggravating white knight," I replied.

"You can be both," Gwen replied, begrudgingly leaning forward and taking my cock back into her mouth.

Goddamn, she was good at sucking cock. Her mouth was tight and hot, her lips and her tongue perfectly designed for sucking. It didn't take long for her nose to brush against my pubes as she indeed did gag on my cock. She'd come up for air dribbling saliva and coughing, the makeup around her eyes running with tears, but she went back to sucking me for all she was worth.

To her credit, she never tried to touch her pussy, even though the way she was writhing about on her knees told me her pussy desperately needed attention. One hand played with her nipples, but in an effort to help push me along, her other hand gently played with my balls.

She was good at it, too. I wanted to see how far she'd go with that. I pulled my cock from her mouth, rubbing it along her cheek as I hissed, "Suck my balls."

Without even the slightest look of restraint or disgust, she went about doing exactly that. I had a feeling the way she was playing with me that it might be something she was into, and having only had limited experience with it so far I had to say, she was good. Really good.

Fuck she looked good. So dirty and an utter mess. Despite her complaints, in those rare moments I could see her mouth I saw a definite smile. Gwen was absolutely loving this, and even if it was a rare kind of encounter for me, I had to admit, it was a different kind of fun being with a girl who wanted to be fucked like this.

Keeping with the spirit of it all, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from my balls, just long enough to shove my cock back into her mouth. She took to it like a natural, sucking and licking and trying her best to keep pace as I fucked her face nice and hard. If I could have, I would have fucked her until I came down her throat, or all over her face, but that wasn't how this was going to go.

Content that I'd given her exactly the face-fucking she was looking for, I pulled her off my cock and laid down on a blanket nearby. My cock stuck up thick and glistening above me, twitching and waiting for her.

"Well, if you want to cum, then you better sit on my fucking cock," I growled.

Gwen's face beamed with excitement, as if this were Christmas morning and she'd gotten exactly what she wanted from Santa. She crawled over to me, straddling me, rubbing her soaked lips up and down the length of my cock excitedly. Looking up at her with her tits hanging down, her face a mask of absolute lust, I think I might've actually gotten a bit harder, if that were even possible.

"You know, for what an asshole you've been, I should just leave you like this. I should just fucking grind on you, cum all over you and leave you high and dry," Gwen said bitchily.

"Yeah, but you won't," I said.

"Why not?" she asked, challenging me with a smirk.

Talking exactly how I knew she wanted me to, I said, "Because you're a slut for big dick and right here's the biggest one you've ever seen. You could grind it and cum on me and walk away, but after knowing that everyone else at this party's had this cock inside of them except for you, I don't think you can take not knowing how much it'll make you scream once you've got it buried in your tight cunt."

It was dirty logic, but it was logic she couldn't argue.

"Fine. Let's see what all the fuss is about," she said, reaching between her legs and lining my cock up with her entrance. She ran the head along her slit, cooing softly when it accidentally hit her clit, before finding her entrance and pressing it against her tight lips.

"Fuck, that's big," she grunted, gritting her teeth and trying to force the head inside.

"You can't take it?" I asked.

"I didn't say that, asshole," Gwen replied, forcing herself down and shoving a few inches of my cock inside of her. She was tight, but she was wet, so it went in easily, but... goddamn was it good. Forcing more of my cock in her, an inch at a time until she had my entire length, she finished, "I just said you were big."

"Nice... nicely done," I said, looking down to where our sexes met. "Wow."

"Yeah, that's some good fucking pussy, right?" she asked.

"It's good, but not as good as this dick," I shot back.

"We'll see," she said, not even considering a slow start as she rode my cock hard. Considering all the teasing that had gone back and forth between us, I granted Gwen this indulgence. After all, I was past due for a good cum every bit as much as she was.