Senior Year Memories Ch. 37

It worked.

I rocked from side to side enough to pull off my underwear and throw it aside, then twisted, climbing atop Rachel and looking down at her with wild eyes. Rachel seemed surprised by this at first, but as she looked down when my thick, 10-inch cock landed on her stomach, then up at my burning face, she smiled broadly. I knew from our Skype discussions and cam sex that Rachel was a kinky little slut who loved for things to get rough, and now that she had encouraged that side in me, well... I was happy to indulge her.

"You talk like that, and you remind me of what a real bitch you used to be," I said. I'd pinned her shoulder down with one hand, but reached down with my other to grope her tits, squeezing and twisting her nipples. Rachel hissed from pleasure and pain, but never stopped smiling.

Through gritted teeth, she said, "Yeah? And this bitch's got you turned on, doesn't she?"

"Your point?" I taunted, squeezing her other nipple, hard.

"AAAAAH!" Rachel cried out, eyes flashing with anger and lust as she looked up at me. "Fuck... that was hard... that was good... you've been indulging your dominant side, haven't you?"

"I've had some practice lately," I said, thinking fondly back to the times I'd been with Daphne O'Connell.

"Good, because I want it hard," Rachel explained, pulling me in for a kiss. "I like sex a lot of ways depending on where my mood takes me, from lovey-dovey to rough and filthy... last time we were together, we had fun, but it was definitely more on the lovey-dovey side... and that's not what I want tonight. I want it rough. I want it *fucking* hard. I want you to remember what an annoying cunt I used to be to you, and take that all out on me. Anger, lust, fucking hate, whatever you need to summon to give me what I want, you've got my permission. I've been waiting for that dick for months now, and I need it fucking hard."

"You're gonna get it," I replied, smiling down at her with malevolent confidence.

Before I could reach down to guide my cock into her, however, she stayed my hand and said, "But I want you to understand, that I like to give as hard as I get. If you want to do it like this, hard, and rough, and nasty, I'm going to be hard, and rough, and nasty on you as well. I want you to give me everything you have, and more... but I'll give you even more in return. If that's not cool with you, you can back out now, or if anything goes too far, but if you're up for it... well, I promise a wild fucking ride."

She meant every word that she said, and that actually gave me pause. Rachel and I had talked a lot these past few months, and I knew some of her interests definitely went toward the kinkier side, but I didn't know how precisely dirty she could be. I cared for her greatly, and she had made me horny as hell, but was I ready to keep up with everything she could throw at me?

Honestly, I didn't think about this nearly as long as the old Ryan would have.

"I'll take that ride with you," I said.

Smiling almost sweetly, Rachel pulled me in for another deep, passionate kiss, before saying, "Then shove that monster in me, and show me no mercy... for I intend to show you none."

She reached down between her legs, grabbing my cock and guiding it toward her tight entrance. As soon as she was convinced she'd lined me up correctly, she let me go, looking up into my eyes and smiling seductively.

"Do it," Rachel said, kissing me. "Fucking do it. Show this bitch how you really fuck and fucking destroy me, Ryan. Do it. Fucking *fuck* me!"

She practically shrieked this at me, wanting to get a rise out of me. I could feel that dull rage from years past boiling and mixing with my genuine feelings for Rachel McNeil now. I was going to give her what she wanted, and I was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

I pushed forward, hard, making her eyes bug out and her mouth drop open as her pussy accepted the thick head of my cock, followed soon after by several inches.

"Holy shit... fuck, that's... fuck... I'd almost forgotten how fucking big that was... harder... fucking harder, shove it into me, give this little bitch every last fucking inch of your huge fucking cock!" she commanded.

I grunted, shoving several more inches inside of her and making her moan. "Have some fucking patience, it takes some work shoving this monster into your tight cunt."

"Oh, boo-fucking-hoo, like this is a problem for you," Rachel smirked, moaning as I pulled my cock out slightly. "You've got your cock buried almost all the way in one of the best pussies you're ever going to find, and you're complaining about how tight I am?"

I grinned down at her, pulling out another inch or so. "Correction..."

At that, I thrust forward, burying my entire ten inches deep inside of her tight, hot cunt. Rachel practically screamed out in pleasurable agony at the impact, arching her neck up and biting into my shoulder, hard, to keep herself from getting any louder.

I hissed, finishing my sentence, "...I'm buried *all* the way inside one of the best pussies I've ever found."

We both held onto this moment, panting and moaning, holding each other close as we adjusted to these circumstances. Being inside of Rachel once again was an awesome experience I honestly wasn't that certain I'd get to know again, so the magnitude of it nearly overpowered me. I looked down at her, wanting to tell her all that this meant, all that it brought out in me, and the way that she looked up at me so suddenly vulnerable made me feel like she wanted to do something similar.

But that wasn't what she asked of me. I'd be happy to give her some of that "lovey dovey" treatment as she called it when we were finished here, but for now...

Rachel wanted no mercy, and I was prepared to show her none.

And so, I pulled my cock nearly all the way out, watching the anticipation in her eyes as I did so, and then thrust all the way back home. Rachel's eyes bugged out again as she moaned, loudly.

"FUCK!" she squealed, gripping my cock with her pussy muscles. "How did you ever get this fucking big... this fucking good... you always used to be that scrawny little shit I'd make fun of because I was such a fucking cunt, and now... fuck... you're kind of a hottie... and that cock..."

"Best you'll ever get, slut," I grunted, fucking into her in a swift, hard pace. The bed squeaked and the headboard hit the wall in rhythmic fashion as I fucked her, and if anyone cared, I'm sure we would have been making one hell of a ruckus. Given that this was the kind of cheap motel where people clearly went to fuck and get up to other nefarious business, we didn't fear getting loud.

"Goddamn... the best!" Rachel answered, wrapping her arms around me, her nails scratching across my back.

I hissed at the pleasurable pain, reaching up to pinch her nipple, hard, again as I railed her. "That fucking hurts!"

Rachel's eyes flashed, first with concern, then with lust as she could tell she hadn't hurt me that badly. I wanted her to know that I could take whatever she had to give me, and the look in her eyes when she realized I could might well have been one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.

"Aww, poor baby, you want me to go easy on you?" Rachel teased.

"You want me to go easy on you?" I countered, threatening to slow down.

"Oh no, oh no no no no no, don't you fucking dare slow down, Ryan, don't you fucking dare..." she said, her hands going to my ass as she urged me to keep fucking her.

"Then stop being such a noisy bitch, and shut the fuck up," I grunted, squeezing one of her tits with my free hand as I continued to fuck her with everything I had.

"HA!" Rachel laughed harshly through her haze of sex. "That's the best you think you fucking got? You think you can just tell me to shut up and I'll do it? Fucking please; if it didn't work on me before, it's not gonna work on me now... no, if you want me to shut the fuck up, you'll have to do it yourself..."

Curious as to what she meant by this, I soon put my hand over her mouth, and while there was a certain heat to this as I felt her moans and eager tongue against my hand, this wasn't what she wanted. Soon, Rachel grabbed my hand and put it around her throat.

Without breaking my stride, I looked down at her questioningly, but when she silently nodded, I followed her lead. I closed my hand around her throat, gently, fucking into her as I basically mimed choking her.

Seeing my hesitance, Rachel rolled her eyes between moans. "Fuck, that's the best you got? I've had girls choke me harder than that."

At her encouragement, I squeezed with slightly more strength, no mean feat to keep balanced while I still kept pace fucking her.

Smiling slyly, Rachel moaned, "Harder."

I did as she instructed, squeezing slightly harder, until I was sure this must have been hurting her, but it only made Rachel smile wider. Her eyes rolled back pleasurably, her words replaced by deep moans and animalistic grunts as she took my cock over and over again. I fucked her like this for god only knew how long, looking down at her, watching her bouncing tits and the varying looks of ecstasy that overtook her face, my pressure at her throat coming and going as I wanted to make sure she could breathe, while still ensuring that she was enjoying this kind of rough treatment. Given how responsive she was to it, it seemed like I was doing a good job.

Soon I could feel her pulse and breathing quicken, her eyes widening, as slightly teary. Her body quivered and shuddered beneath me as an orgasm built... and then released catastrophically. Rachel McNeil screamed, digging her nails into my back as she held on tight, her cunt clutching me almost painfully as I still slowly fucked in and out of her. It was a brutal cum, one that had her shaking and jolting against me, so powerful I could have sworn she would have hurt me if I weren't holding onto her so tight.

It went on for a while, until she slowed, and I slowed, gently touching my hand to encourage me to stop squeezing her throat. I obliged her, looking down and kissing what I knew to be one of the most beautiful women in the world.

"I knew I was good," I said, cocky, slowing my thrusts in and out of her to a much more languid pace, "But I didn't know I was *that* good."

Rachel laughed. "Don't get too cocky, sailor; I was pregaming with the motel's porn for a while before you got here, edging myself, making sure I was ready."

"Ah, I can see that worked out well," I said.

"Pretty fucking impressively, actually," she moaned, running her hands from my back, down to her tits with a most satisfying sound.

"Do you want me to keep slow like this, let you catch your breath?" I asked.

Rachel barked another laugh at me, before using her impressive strength to roll me onto my back, with her now on top. "Hardly. It's my turn now... let me show you how to *really* fuck."

"I think I know how to fuck..." I challenged.

"Maybe you do, but I still intend to put you through your paces," she groaned, bracing her knees against the bed as she began to ride me fucking hard.

It was at this moment in my life when I understood that there was a difference between being ridden, and being ridden by Rachel McNeil. While I had been with many women who were accomplished at riding cock, Rachel took to me with the vigor and skill of an expert bull rider, bouncing and taking an impressive amount of my cock eagerly. I could have tried to fuck her back, but I would have been denied the show of her truly in her element, of her bouncing tits and ass that jiggled with every impact down on me. My cock was in heaven, my body consumed by bliss as I looked up at the redheaded vixen who took my cock with expert care. I tried to put my hands on her, but with the speed she was moving, I barely could get a grip on her, and just decided on letting her do her thing.

"Yeah? Yeah? You fucking like that? You fucking like that?" Rachel grunted through gritted teeth, looking down at me and grinning proudly.

"So fucking good..." I hissed.

"Then tell me. Fucking tell me. Don't just sit there and take it, fucking talk to me, I fucking love dirty talk and if you wanna make me make you cum, you better fucking play your part..." she commanded, bending over and dropping her hands to my chest and gently scratching my pecs. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but I did see red lines on my flesh from where she raked me.

I hissed with pain, but seeing that she had slowed just enough to do this, I grabbed her by the hips and guided her pace.

"Fuck me... fuck me you fucking slut... take my cock and make me fucking cum... on you, in you, whatever the fuck you want, you're gonna be taking my goddamn cum soon, but if you want it, you better fucking earn it... fuck... fucking slut... keep fucking me..." I groaned, looking her in the eyes as I did this.

Rachel nodded, looking down at me appreciatively as she continued her frenzied pace. "Better. We can still work on that... but better... fuck your cock is tearing me apart..."

"'cause you've never found a better cock than this," I grunted, fucking up into her as I gripped her hips tightly.

I wouldn't be able to do this for very long, and she had to know this, for she quickened her pace. Straightening back up, she dropped a hand to finger her clit as she rode me.

"And you've never found a better cunt..." Rachel replied, arrogantly.

"It's good..." I challenged, playfully.

Looking mock scandalized, she reached down and pinched one of my nipples, hard. It hurt, but I also had to say it felt fucking good in an unexpected way, too, and my cock twitched inside of her.

"Say my cunt's the best you've ever had and I'll let your nipple go..." she said.

"Fucking bitch!" I nearly shouted, more aroused than I could ever remember as I reached back and spanked her, quickly. If this upset Rachel, I couldn't tell, not for the arousal on her face.

"Say I'm the fucking best and I'll make you fucking cum inside of me so damn hard you'll fucking see God... I'll make you feel so fucking good I'll ruin you for every other woman..." Rachel groaned, riding me harder and harder, her tits a blur as she bounced on me with amazing speed.

Then, as if realizing what she said when she saw my eyes, she added, "... I mean, not really, but metaphorically..."

"I understood," I said, spanking her ass again, hard, with my right hand. "Now are you gonna put your money where your mouth is and fuck me like you promised?"

She smirked, but said nothing as she kept her pace. Rachel looked down at me with such an impressive look of superiority, she could have easily been mistaken for an Olympian goddess surveying her realm. I knew I could match her, and that I could give her everything she wanted and more, but in that moment, I was content in this position. I fucked into her, I called her all sorts of names, but here I was, in awe of Rachel McNeil and the simple fact that I got to be with her once again. I had never in a million years expected that this was how my night would end, but I had never felt such complete and utter satisfaction.

That is, until she coaxed my orgasm out of me. I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, really, as one moment I was fucking her, and the next my balls were squeezing and emptying what felt like an utter fountain of cum inside of her.

"Yes, yes, god yes, fucking hell, yes, cum for me, cum for me, like that GODDAMNIT!" Rachel roared, her fingers a blur as she finally made herself cum. Her pussy clenched down on my cock so hard, I was afraid she might never let go. Instead, it seemed like she managed to coax another half-gallon or so of cum from me and deep inside her waiting pussy. We moaned and yelled, groaned and let out shapeless sounds of absolute pleasure as we rode out our powerful orgasms.

Soon exhaustion came, and still impaled on my cock, Rachel collapsed against me. We were sweaty and panting, clutching each other close as we shuddered and came down. Slowly, we began to kiss each other again, sanity returning one slow piece at a time as we remembered who and where we were.

It may not have fully returned, though, for without thinking I found myself whispering three simple words as I held her close:

"I love you."

Without hesitation, Rachel whispered back to me, "I love you too."

Briefly, we looked at each other, and though our smiles were nervous for a moment, soon there was a great sense of relief, and we were kissing each other passionately again.

I should have feared whatever complications this might add to my life. I should have wondered what Josie and Brooke would think, and if this would damage anything with them, but I didn't find myself thinking this, then. No, right here, right now, on this cheap motel room bed with Rachel McNeil still impaled on my softening cock, I let that strange sense of relief wash over me and set me free. There was now nothing unsaid between the two of us, this realization that had formed between us over the course of November now out in the open and clear as day.

I loved Rachel McNeil, and that made life feel pretty fucking perfect.

Soon, with one final kiss, Rachel pulled herself off of me and then rolled onto her back next to me. The two of us lay there, panting, trying to catch our breaths and minds and figure out just what the hell came next.

"So, not to sound presumptuous... but when Josie and Brooke said they had a surprise for me for Valentine's Day, they did mean you, right? Because if they meant something else, I don't think I'm going to survive the night."

Rachel barked a sharp, free laugh. "They did, in a way, but not entirely. I've gotten to chatting with your girlfriends every so often, just for fun, and got to talking about how I was looking forward to coming down to visit my family this month. When they caught wind of that, well, you can imagine how things went from there with them. They talked me into making my trip down here this weekend, have some fun on V-Day, and the rest is history. Those are some persuasive little sluts."

"Tell me about it," I replied. Though, hoping not to be abandoned by them, I did need to follow up and ask, "Are they going to be joining us, or is tonight just us?"

"Aren't you the greedy one," Rachel said, looking over at the clock.

"Not greedy, just wanting to know what I should be ready for..." I said.

"I know, just giving you shit..." she replied, counting off on her fingers. "They'll be coming over in a little while, make things nice and really fucked up."

"Oh, cool, I know they'd love to meet you properly," I said.

"So would I. I mean, I met Josie for like three minutes when she picked up the key, but, I want to see her in a way where I can count her tattoos..." Rachel purred.

I grinned. "Yeah, you two are gonna have fun with each other."

"I know it," she said, cuddling up next to me. I put my arm around Rachel, holding her close and stroking the outside of her arm. If it were any other night, I could have fallen asleep like this and been a completely and utterly happy man, but I had to keep my energy up.

"So... how *are* you?" I asked. I knew how she was, or how she said she was anyway, but there was a difference between talking with Rachel on Skype and in person, and I wanted to take advantage of whatever in person time we had.

She looked at me, smiling as brightly as I'd ever seen her smile without any sarcasm. "I'm... great, honestly. Things have really been clearing up with Mom and Tori... I'm fucking great at my job, I'm doing well in my online classes, and Portland is absolutely amazing. Cold, and the people are kinda crazy, but amazing. You ever find yourself in that neck of the woods, I have to take you to Powell's sometime; best fucking bookstore on Earth. Things are great."

I was happy for her, but curious to ask her about something we didn't talk about that much in our chats. "How's the dating scene up north?"