Senior Year Memories Ch. 33

I reached up with my other hand, caressing her one of her nipples. "Hey, I like your tits, too."

She shivered at the contact. "I'm sure you do, because you're something special... but if you like my tits, you'd love my ass... spank me, please..."

For this last request, her voice dropped to a needy whisper, her eyes looking up at me with a hot desperation. I wasn't going to deny that request.

SMACK!

It was one firm, hard slap, and she moaned lustily as I swatted her ass.

"Again... fuck..." Leah groaned.

SMACK!

"Again!"

SMACK!

"Harder!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"So fucking good... fuck, getting me so fucking wet..." Leah moaned, pulling herself closer and kissing me wildly. If she was wet, I was rock hard from her jacking me and the spanking, and I was feeling very ready to take this to the next level.

"You want a third out of me... I think I can provide that," I said.

"Good," Leah said, letting go of me and getting up on her hands and knees. Her pussy still dripped with our mutual juices, and looked utterly inviting.

"Because I still expect everything you promised... and more," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "Now fuck me again, Ryan."

Without saying a word, I got on my knees behind her, slid my cock back into her pussy, and buried myself to the hilt. Leah cried out, fucking herself back against me as I grabbed her hips and pumped in and out of her with what felt a blinding speed. There was little reason to talk, little ability to, really, as we grunted and moaned, loudly voicing our pleasure as we fucked hard enough for the ancient gods to hear our plea. At her encouragement, I slapped her ass, the sharp cracks echoing out through the night as I watched her ass jiggle and redden with every sharp strike.

More than that, I found myself looking down at her ass, between her cheeks and to her tight, winking asshole. As we fucked savagely against one another, I found myself wondering just how proud of her ass Leah truly was.

She looked back at me, almost as if she had read my mind.

"You wanna fuck my ass, don't you?" she asked, squeezing me slightly with her pussy.

"Yeah," I admitted, not even considering dressing up my words.

Leah reached to her nearby altar, grabbing a small bottle of lube she had stashed there. "Then do it."

I licked my lips in anticipation, and though it was with the greatest difficulty from how good her cunt felt, I pulled out of her pussy long enough to apply lube to my cock.

"Do it... get it nice and lubed and ready for my ass... fuck, I haven't done this in a long time, you're gonna wreck my ass, and I'm gonna love it..." Leah said in a painfully sexy, husky voice, looking back over her shoulder with one of the hottest looks I'd ever seen on a woman's face. "Put it in me... do it... do it..."

Now thoroughly lubed, I tossed the bottle aside and lined my cock up with her tight asshole. There was little hesitation on either of our parts as I pushed forward, but that didn't make it any easier as I forced my way inside. Looking back at me, Leah moaned and grimaced, biting her lips and looking back at me with wild, desperate abandon. I forced my way into her a little at a time, feeling her ass open for me before the head popped inside.

I hissed as her tight ass embraced me, threatening to make me cum then and there. She cried out, in pain, in pleasure, something in between perhaps. Leah pushed back against me, forcing inch after agonizing inch of my cock deep inside of her tight, forbidden hole. I grabbed her by the hips, guiding myself forward and pushing in deeper until I was buried entirely within her.

We both stayed like this for a moment, savoring, understanding the fit, the two of us looking into each other's eyes in silent appreciation for what we were doing.

And once that moment was up, I began to fuck her. Hard.

I fucked her ass with a brutal speed that had her squealing and begging for more, pounding back against me as she cried out to her goddesses and we made dark, blissful magic in her backyard. I fucked her ass like I had never fucked a woman's ass before, savoring the tightness, the dark forbidden nature of it all, grunting and exclaiming and giving her everything I had.

Somewhere a few minutes into this fuck, Leah reached between her legs and began to finger herself. I felt her cum at least twice after she started doing this, the second one gushing hard enough to splash my inner thighs. My balls swelled again, savoring the tightness and the brutality of this fuck as Leah kept me going.

When I warned her that I was about to cum, she pushed herself off of me, lying on her back and encouraging me to straddle her chest. Seeing what she wanted as she stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth wide, I jacked my cock furiously until I was cumming yet again. I hosed down her face, her neck and her tits with one last, messy round of cum, an orgasm that threatened to take everything from me for how hard I'd worked for it. She kept me upright, holding me in place and even leaning in to suck on my cockhead to get every last drop out of me.

Panting, I looked down at her and said, "That's... three."

Gulping down a mouthful of my cum, she said, "That's three."

As energy fled my body, I said, "So... as spells go... how's this one rank?"

Smiling and licking her cum-covered lips, Leah said, "Pretty close to the top."

"You'll have to tell me about the top," I said.

"Maybe while we're getting cleaned up," she replied.

I reached down, squeezing one of her cum-covered nipples and enjoying how it made her writhe beneath me.

"Before we do that, do you mind if I...?" I said, looking over toward my pants.

"Get a picture?" Leah finished. "Go for it."

I smiled, reaching for my phone and finding myself very, very satisfied.

***

I walked through the front door of my house, tired and achy but happy with how things had gone. I looked at the picture of Leah Sartori, covered in the painted symbols and my cum and looking rather delightfully depraved. It brought a stirring in my pants, even though I was dead tired, one that reminded me of the long, hot shower I took with Leah afterwards to clean off the paint and our mutual juices... of fucking her against the shower wall one last time, and then in her bed afterward, filling her pussy twice more because she was so achingly hot.

So, yeah, I had a busy night, but it was worth it. I was happy, I was satisfied, and I had a drive for the month that I hadn't expected when I signed up to help her with this spell.

Opening the door to my bedroom, I wasn't surprised to see Josie and Brooke lying down on my bed, though both of them being dressed somewhat was a surprise. Both of them wore tank tops and comfy panties (black for Josie, pink for Brooke), and seemed to be having a grand time chatting and going through homework. There was something so utterly casual, familiar, *home* to them that I couldn't help but feel a warmth grow through my body just looking at them.

"Hey," I said, smiling at them.

"Yay, he's back!" Brooke replied, bouncing over toward me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me deep. "She didn't leave you too fucked out now, did she?"

Without looking up at me, Josie said, "It's Leah. She left him all fucked out."

Shamefacedly, I nodded.

"Well, shit," Brooke pouted.

"I can still cuddle," I amended, walking into the room and getting undressed.

Brooke brightened. "I love cuddling!"

"Good," I replied, "Because that's about all I'm good for."

"Like I said," Josie added. "It's Leah."

"It's Leah," I said with an exhausted, but very happy sigh. "You two keeping out of trouble?"

"Yup, just homework here," Josie said, looking up at me as I approached her and arching her neck so I could kiss her. Looking at the bed, I couldn't help but see that some of the Valentines I'd found at my locker spread out on the bed next to them.

"Well, homework and checking out your pile of cards," Josie admitted.

"You got some hot chicks in there," Brooke said, bouncing over to the bed and lying down beside Josie. "Mallory, Izzy, Nica, Fatima, Brianna... say, how come you and Brianna haven't hooked up yet?"

"Scheduling, mostly," I replied, running a hand through my hair, not wanting to disappoint Brooke for not yet having fucked one of her friends.

"Well, you better find the time soon, she's crazy hot, and not always gonna be on the market," Brooke chided.

"She's right you know," Josie replied.

"Hey, I just got fucked into oblivion, I didn't come home for this," I joked, lying down on the bed next to them in now just my shirt and underwear.

"No, but it's what you're gonna get, because we're, like, your girlfriends; we love you, and it's our job to give you a hard time," Brooke joked.

"What she said," Josie agreed. "The love's there, but so is us giving you a very good-natured hard time."

"So," Brooke started, leaning in to kiss me. "You decided on who's gonna be your Valentine yet?"

This wasn't a trick question, right? "Well, you two, obviously."

"Obviously!" Brooke giggled.

"Obvious, and predictable. We're working on a surprise for you for Valentine's night, but there's a whole day to go first. Tell me you hadn't thought of slinging dick around town before you got down to us?" Josie said.

Ah, they knew me so well, didn't they?

"What kind of surprise?" I asked.

Brooke poked me in the chest. "Silly, it wouldn't be a surprise if we told you, would it?"

"I guess not," I replied.

"You'll like it," Josie returned. "Just, let us surprise you, alright? And tell us if you're planning on slinging dick?"

I shrugged. "I was thinking I would. I did a lot of thinking tonight while I was with Leah and..."

I looked at the cards on the bed. "Any chance you two can tell me who does and doesn't have dates for Valentines from this list?"

Josie stopped doing her homework, turning to face me and raising an eyebrow. "I get the sense you've got another of your crazy month-long plans here, probably related to the hopeless romantics of Regan Hills?"

"And if I do?" I asked. "I mean, I haven't fully planned this one out yet, but I've got an idea, and the motivation, and, I mean, I know how it sounds, but I'm not going to treat this like I'm doing them charity work or anything, I really want to give these ladies a good time..."

Josie thought about this. "Then you know we're gonna help you, right?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Totally," Brooke said, kissing me again and running her hands over me. She threw one of her legs over one of mine and began to start grinding on my thigh, and I knew that if I didn't stop her, she'd probably hump herself to a good quick cum soon. But, why would I want to stop her?

"Fantastic," I said, reaching for my phone.

"So, you want our help, looking for the hopeless romantics, the needy and the horny with no outlets for Valentines?" Josie asked.

"And maybe a bit after, I mean, why ruin a good month-long plan by cutting it off in the middle?" I said.

"We can do that," Josie replied. "Shouldn't be too hard. And what will you be doing?"

"Following some of my own leads," I said, scrolling through my contacts before I found the name I was searching for.

Where there might have been some hesitation in the past, I now typed my message to Jennifer Cage with a quick confidence.

Me: My place. After school. Day after tomorrow. We'll begin your lessons.

I might have been overly hopeful still holding the screen up, but that hope was justified when Jennifer texted me back a matter of moments later.

Jennifer: Thank you. I will be there.

Smiling, I sighed and set my phone down on the bedside table. Though I had been a student in many ways when it came to sex these past few months, I was now being looked to as the master, and while that responsibility was great and terrible in many a way, it was one I thought I was finally ready for.

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