Senior Year Memories Ch. 46

Before I could pop off, I let go of Faith, letting her pull away coughing. She looked up at me with tear-streaked, watery eyes, smeared makeup, and one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen. Compared to her usually bitchy look, this positively lit up Faith's face. While I certainly wanted to see more of this smile and was happy to figure out what else would bring it about, the fact that she was getting into this rough encounter every bit as much as I was certainly brought its own unique excitement.

She pushed herself up onto her knees wobbily, looking at me and licking her lips and allowing me to better see her nudity. Faith's body was, for lack of a better term, perfection, and I wanted rather desperately to throw myself at her and roughly defile her.

There would be time for that, of course, but before that I got up on my knees and crawled in front of her, pressing my body against hers and pulling her into a tight embrace as I kissed her deeply. Faith moaned against my lips, kissing me back as she ran her hands over my body, then reaching down to eagerly stroke my cock. My hands soon quickly found her perfect, round ass, squeezing it enthusiastically as we made out.

It was impressive to me that only minutes ago she had been this spiteful bitch who had broken into my house in an attempt to get me to bend to her will and possibly even seduce me, and now here we were. True, in many ways her plan had actually succeeded, as sex seemed like an endgame in her original plan as well, but I was satisfied with how I had taken charge of this encounter. More than satisfied, really; in addition to being a genuine hottie, Faith brought some intense passion to the bedroom that I was looking forward to pushing to its limits.

Breaking our embrace, I pushed Faith to the side so that she was on her hands and knees again, then crawled behind her. Faith tossed her hair over her shoulder so she could better look at me, eyeing me intently and breathing heavily as I positioned myself behind her.

With some sense of awe, I ran my hands lightly down the beautiful brown expanse of her toned back, taking in the softness of her skin before finding and squeezing her ass roughly again. With her ass almost glowing pink from the spanking, Faith moaned at this contact, flexing her ass cheeks and pressing back against me as I teased her.

Groaning, she dropped her head. "Fuck... guys always want my ass... bet you're like all those other assholes... you'd want nothing more than to fuck my tight, Latina booty, wouldn't you? Yeah, all of you guys are the same, fucking assholes who want nothing more than my tight asshole... fuck..."

Squeezing her cheeks firmly, I pulled them apart and looked at her tight, winking asshole. She flexed again, teasing me with her tight, forbidden hole, a smile on her face sending a delightfully mixed message from what she was saying.

Experimentally, I slid a finger between her cheeks, teasing her tight hole and running firm circles over it. Faith moaned a deeper, lustier moan, pressing back against me as if she was trying to fuck my finger with her ass.

"I mean, not to speak for the assholes of the world or anything..." I said, grunting and forcing my finger into her ass up to a couple knuckles. "...but you've got a really hot fucking ass..."

Faith practically squealed with pleasure as I violated her hole, experimentally thrusting my finger in and out and curling it inside of her. Considering how hot and tight her asshole was, I could see why so many guys would want a piece of her, because god knew that I did.

I pulled my finger out of her hole and then smacked her asscheek. "Yeah, this isn't on the menu just yet..."

Faith looked particularly upset at this pronouncement, though it might as easily have been the sudden impact. Whatever set her off, I doubted she'd be too upset for long, as soon I'd grabbed my cock and lined it up with her pussy. I took great pleasure in rubbing it over her soaking wet entrance, though not nearly as much pleasure as I took from driving this hot, bitchy Latina wild.

"Ah, fuck... so we're doing that now... fuck... it's about fucking time. You kept wanting to tease this out to torture me, but this was how it was always going, you fucking me like a little bitch on my hands and knees, taking me while I'm here giving into you like a sweet little sub should..." she moaned, rocking her hips against me.

So, she was conscious of this.

Growling, I asked, "So, this was all an act then?"

Smirking slightly, Faith responded, "Everything in life's kind of an act, and haven't you heard that all the world's a stage? It's what we take out of that act that's important, what it means to us and what it makes you feel... and when a partner has it in them to dominate me right, and I doubt there's been more than one or two of them, yeah, being a subby little bitch gets me hotter than just about anything in the world. I thought you'd figured that out."

"Well, you keep going in and out of being a bitch and a sub, so I had to ask..." I grunted, continuing to tease her slit, pressing against it slightly and rocking back and forth against her.

"Why, would you prefer me one way or the other? Would you rather I already be a quiet little slut, or would you have more fun if you had to tame me from being such a cunt?" she continued, teasing me as she rocked her pussy against my cock.

It hadn't escaped my notice by this point that I was no longer really all that mad, my bad day rather comfortably in the rearview mirror by now. I should have probably thanked Faith for this distraction, but as turned on as I was, I couldn't stop myself if I tried at this point. Finally pushing against her tight entrance, I could feel the folds of her pussy lips parting for me, giving me ample opportunity to push into her.

"You know... I think I'm enjoying having to tame you like this..." I said, pushing forward. "And if you're enjoying the challenge, then so... am... I!"

"Ah, FUCK!" Faith cried out as I gave her one conclusive push, forcing the head of my cock into her hot, slick cunt.

Goddamn, she was tight, but so were most girls when getting invaded by my beast of a cock. Faith took it better than many, crying out and burying her face in the nearest pillow she could find as I invaded her. The tight inner muscles of her pussy embraced me firmly, practically pulling me in as they contracted. With an invitation like that, I couldn't help but grab onto her hips and take the opportunity, rocking my own hips as I fed my cock into her an inch at a time.

Finding her uncharacteristically silent as I did this, I smacked Faith on the ass again and asked, "Fuck... ever had a cock this big before, bitch?"

She groaned at this sharp, insulting name again, pushing back against me as my cock more than half-filled her. "Never, no... cocks shouldn't come like this... never this big, never this perfect... you're impossible, and yet you're here, filling my fucking pussy with that perfect cock... fuck... how does it keep going? How are you even... fuck, you shouldn't be like this, you should be just another annoying nerd who only ever gets to look at bitches as hot as me without ever getting to do anything, you shouldn't be doing this, but you are... you fucking are and you're filling my pussy so good..."

Faith reached between her legs to touch herself, but I quickly grabbed her arm and slapped it aside, bending over so I could hiss into her ear, "You cum when I tell you to, get it, slut?"

She turned to look at me, a moan on her lips and desperation in her eyes. I wouldn't grant her release right now, but I would kiss her. I would kiss her deeply as I forced those last inches into her, ensuring that I was buried to the hilt in her hot Latina pussy, feeling her body pressed to mine as she shivered and shook and lost it a little against me. I doubted that I had tamed Faith, or that anyone truly could, really, but I was happy to be where we were. She'd taken my bad day away from me and encouraged me to embrace my aggressive side, and as thanks, I'd make damn sure she got to enjoy being the submissive slut of her dreams.

Saving one hand to reach around and squeeze one of her nipples briefly, I soon straightened up behind her on my knees, shifting my hands to her hips as I started to thrust into her. This was no time for timidity or gentleness, and I gave her none as I soon built up to a rapid pace, thrusting nearly my entire length in and out of her with every stroke. Though clearly enjoying her submission, she still pushed back against me, moaning and whining as her pussy massaged my cock, desperate for more.

"Oh my god... yes, yes, please keep fucking me like that... it's so good... so big, fuck, you're so fucking big... fuck my tight little pussy, please, please fuck my little pussy... it's so hot and so tight and so wet for you... fuck, it's like you're tearing me apart, but you're doing it so good... so big... fuck, it feels so good, please, please keep fucking me... make me sorry I was such a bitch to you... please make me sorry... fuck, please... ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmyGOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!" Faith cried out, bucking against me as a quick, sharp orgasm hit her.

I hadn't been doing this for very long, but it seemed she was particularly sensitive. I could definitely have a good time with that, and I intended to. Only the tightening of her contracting pussy and the wild shaking of her body slowed me as I fucked into her, and only temporarily, but soon I was at it some more, fucking Faith and using her body for my own pleasure as she came down. She was a mewling mess by this point, face down in the pillows as her arms had given out, held up only by her knees as I continued to drive into her.

I chuckled, playfully slapping her ass again. "You come across the big bad bitch, and here you are, already cummed out *again* from some hard fucking? You must not get a lot of action..."

Moaning, Faith turned her head on the pillow so she could speak to me. "What gave me away?"

Okay, so I hadn't actually meant to target her in a specific way like that, and now felt kind of like crap for hitting on something truthful there.

"Sorry," I grunted, slowing slightly. "I-"

"Don't be sorry... and please don't stop..." she whimpered, groaning when I picked my pace back up again. "A lot of guys want me, and they can't handle me, or they're intimidated by me. I get it, but I'm not changing... I get what I can, when I want it... fuck, please keep going like that... and for all that time in between, I've got a vibrator."

In spite of myself, I laughed out loud. Faith shot me a quick, angry glare, one that was quickly drowned out by her moans as we kept going at it.

Fun though this position was, it was also not the easiest to keep up for very long. Beyond that, I was suddenly feeling the urge to look Faith in the eye. Call me a sentimental fool, but even when drawing on aggression as I was in this moment, I did like to look a girl in the eye when I was fucking her as much as I could. There are, after all, few pleasures in life quite like seeing life sparking behind a lover's eye when they cum.

Slowing just enough, I pulled out of Faith and grabbed her hips, rolling her onto her back. This wasn't that much of a challenge at this point, as Faith's body was so loose after a couple orgasms that she might as well have been made of rubber. Then spreading her legs and climbing on top of her, I slid my cock back into her pussy and continued thrusting into her.

"Fuck..." Faith and I grunted, almost in unison.

A small smile passed between us. Between the adrenaline high I was still riding off of the faint remnant of anger that powered me, and Faith returning back to that ecstatic face of blended bitchiness and submission, we returned to the frantic, pounding pace of this fuck.

"So goddamn tight... bet your pussy won't be the same after me..." I grunted.

"Whose pussy could be?" Faith moaned. "Once you've had dick like yours, I doubt a lot of girls can go back to whatever other guys are packing... oh, fuck... fuckfuckfuck... ohmygod... I guess your girlfriends... they must be lucky they got you when they did... if they hadn't, there'd be girls fighting over you every day, wouldn't there?"

"Maybe. I'm pretty good, but I don't know if I'm *fight* good," I continued, enjoying the opportunity of this new position to kiss her deeply.

Faith groaned against my kiss, her eyes rolling back briefly before she looked up at me with her lips pleasantly parted in the aftermath of a moan.

"A couple guys once fought over me... it was the stupidest fucking thing, wannabe alpha male bullshit... like, they were actually trying to intimidate each other by yelling about how much more 'alpha' they were... thinking that they could impress me with all this and by throwing fists... but we're all dumb when we're horny, so I don't see why you haven't had girls fighting over you. I could see some... ohfuck... crazy catfight shit happening over you," she groaned.

Kissing her again, I asked, "So... was there a winner?"

"In a fight like that, there's no winners," Faith replied.

"Fair point," I admitted, reaching up to squeeze one of her nipples. "You go home with the almost winner?"

Somehow, she managed to laugh and moan at the same time as I pinched her nipple firmly. "Fuck no... I went home with one of their girlfriends. She knew how to impress a lady..."

Quickening my pace as I felt my cock swelling with imminent release, I said to her, "Somehow I doubt you're a lady..."

"Yeah?" Faith grunted, leaning up to kiss me. "How'd you fucking guess?"

I pinched her nipple again, hard, and then put my hand to her throat. I squeezed it lightly, letting the fire within me take over. Faith looked up at me, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping open at this implied threat, surrendering once more to her submission as a low moan escaped her lips.

"The way you curse... and get off on being fucking used... and me calling you a 'bitch' and a 'slut'..." I murmured, keeping my voice low and full of appropriate threat. "No, you can look good and play a responsible, elegant lady on the stage, but you're no lady... you and I both know that, and know that that's what gets us off the hardest. You wouldn't be fun if you were a lady, no..."

I forced myself up into a semi-kneeling position, grabbing one of Faith's flexible legs and putting it up on my shoulder. "You're so much better as a slut..."

I grabbed her other leg and put it up on my shoulder. "...a bitch..."

I looked down on Faith with malevolent glee, taking no small amount of pleasure in the way her eyes widened in anticipation of what was coming next.

Not allowing either of us to change our mind, I leaned down, folding her in half and kissing her hard again before I whispered in her ear, "...a total fucking cunt. You and I both know this is how you have your real fun..."

I propped myself up, keeping her legs pinned to my shoulders as I readied myself to really fuck her. "No, you could never be a fucking lady... and we both know you're so much better that way..."

Faith licked her lips, moaning softly after I finished saying my peace. She rocked her hips against me, practically begging for me to fuck her.

And then there was no 'practically' to it, as Faith begged, "Fuck me... please, fuck me hard... fuck me as hard as you can... I've been a bitch, and bitches like me, we deserve to be fucked hard like that... fuck me and cum... god, please cum inside of me... it might be the only way I'll ever be able to find the error of my ways."

There was a faint smirk of mischief at the corners of her mouth, one that I was all too happy to kiss away as I grabbed hold of her tight and truly began to fuck her.

Now, I've had a few occasions to truly cut loose with some genuinely bitchy women (Daphne and Mrs. Bowman come to mind), but given the sour mood that I was already in, it felt like I might have reached a new level of hard fucking as I pounded in and out of Faith Serrano's juicy cunt. It may have just been my mood that day, but I could swear there was something genuinely special about her, something that brought out my best and most constructive dark impulses and made me go to town on her in a way like I couldn't recall before summoning.

Faith certainly encouraged this, whining and moaning and begging me to give it to her harder, fingering her pussy lustily as I found new stores of energy to fuck her tight little pussy with the savagery it required. It felt like I should have finished ages ago, yet here I was, calling upon reserves I only had rare occasion to call along, inspired by Faith's raw sensuality and something in that bitchy submissiveness I couldn't help but be drawn to. Looking down into her eyes, feeling a strange connection, an *understanding* I couldn't adequately place, I couldn't help but push both of us toward our limits.

And then there was a moment when I couldn't summon any more. Shutting my eyes tightly, I buried as deeply into her pussy as I could and cried out a single, dark expletive, cumming as hard inside of her as I'd possibly ever cum before. I felt every bit of rage and irritation, every dark feeling that this day had brought about, coming together at once and leaving my body, pouring out of my cock in an explosion of pure bliss.

The beautiful Latina beneath me met my enthusiasm, her pussy gushing and contracting on my cock with her own powerful orgasm. She surrendered to her ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as she cried out in a long, wailing orgasm that seemed to positively wreck her. Her clenching pussy took my cum, squeezing every last drop out of me until it felt like I couldn't possibly give her any more. Given what buildup we had had, it felt like I'd fired off a quart of cum inside of her, something that I doubted very much that Faith would have a problem with.

I collapsed into her, letting Faith's legs go as I fell. Weakened by our encounter, she briefly wrapped her legs around my ass, kissing me slowly and sensually before unlocking her feet from behind me and collapsing to the bed.

Achingly, I pulled out of her and climbed off, collapsing face down next to her and trying to catch my own breath.

The room felt like a sauna with our collected heat, the air reeking of sweat and sex as we came down from our high. For how loud things had gotten between us, the silence now felt deafening, our ragged breaths sounding impossibly loud.

I turned my head to look at Faith, who seemed only half-conscious, her eyes fluttering weakly as she took me in. Part of me wanted to get a picture of her in this state for my Senior Year Memories album, to get her at her truest, least put-on self, but in the haze of post-coital bliss that I was in, I felt like a different kind of honesty was more pressing.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I let my eyes roam over her naked form for a moment before asking, "So... why do you want to be the lead in the spring musical?"

Though her eyes were still fluttery, they soon locked onto me with a knowing confidence. "You'd like to do this now?"

"It seems as good a time as any," I said, knowing full-well how wrong I was.

Quickly and easily, Faith answered, "Because I'm the best. The most talented. I deserve it."

No, that wasn't the kind of honesty I was looking for. Sighing, I reached one hand down between her legs, teasing and fingering her well-fucked pussy, making her slowly writhe and moan.

"This isn't fair..." Faith pouted, though she made no move whatsoever to stop me, instead rocking her hips against my hand to ensure better stimulation of her clit.

"I never said I fought fair, or interviewed fair..." I said, grinning darkly as I slowly massaged her clit. "No... you gave me your stock answer, the answer you make sure everyone has so they know what your personal brand is. That's not what I want..."