Senior Year Memories Ch. 36

"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me like that, Ryan Collins... god... I don't understand why your girlfriends ever let you out of their sight with a tongue like that, but I'll have to thank them... so good, so fucking good..." Rose moaned, pinching one of her nipples.

I took my mouth from her ass for a moment, but didn't let up with my fingers as I kept fucking into her.

"They encouraged this, actually," I explained, smirking up at Rose before I went back to worshipping her asshole.

She squealed, briefly, and then moaned a long, low sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "God, I'm *really* going to have to thank them now, this is amazing, fucking amazing... you're gonna make me cum, Ryan Collins... you're gonna make me cum soon, keep going, like that, keep eating my slutty fucking ass, eat my slutty asshole and make me cum with your fingers, like that, like that, right there, do it, Ryan, do it, make me cum, make me fucking cum, like that, FUCKING HELL! RIGHT THERE! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Rose came so hard she nearly fell, but thankfully I was there to catch her. I held onto her with my free arm, steadying her so my fingers and tongue could continue to please her as she rode through her messy orgasm.

When she had finally finished, I pulled my fingers from her cunt and my face from her ass, allowing her to collapse to her knees in front of me, breathing heavily. With my hands now wrapped around her chest, gently massaging her breasts as I buried my head in her wavy blonde hair, she laughed.

"Ryan Collins... today you might just be a saint..." Rose purred, pulling my hand free from her tit and gently licking her juices from it.

"I heard I was more of a pornographic Santa Claus," I said.

Rose chuckled. "Well, if the shoe fits..."

Turning her head, she kissed me deeply, then grinned. "Now keep doing your good, hard work on this lovely Valentine's Day."

I kissed her back, returning the smile. "It's not all that hard."

Rose chuckled. "Not yet, anyway."

***

I thought the hardest thing I would have to deal with was fighting my erection and riding my bike all around town today, but I hadn't accounted for what all the girls would be capable of.

I probably should have, considering that Jess Garza was on my list.

"Lámeme coño!" Jess squealed as she rode my face vigorously. "Right there, god, yes... chingame con tu boca!"

Completely naked and straddling my head in reverse cowgirl, the stacked Latina skater rode my face with everything she had, crying out and laughing as she enjoyed my tongue's attentions, fucking down onto me with enough force to send her van rocking from side to side. By this point, I was quite familiar with the mattress in the back of Jess's van, with the old Christmas lights strung across the ceiling casting the room in an eerie glow, the odds and ends tools she had scattered about, and the unusually clean, sheeted mattress she had in the back for such occasions. Reaching up to the straps she had bolted to the ceiling gave her great leverage to ride me.

I knew from experience it was one hell of a show, as Jess's DD-cup tits and amazing ass both verged on epic territory, making her unexpectedly among the hotter girls in school.

I would have enjoyed this show, if it weren't for the fact that all I could really see at best were inner thighs with their matching calaveras tattoos, and occasionally the inside of her ass cheeks and her tight, eager asshole in those moments she wasn't fully sitting on my head. But, missing out on such a show was a sacrifice I'd willingly take if it meant I got to lick her positively gushing and oh so sweet cunt.

"So good... fuck, I love it..." Jess said, taking her weight off of me just enough to let me breathe. "You sure you don't wanna make this a 69? All I gotta do is bend over..."

"Quite sure," I said, even though the idea sounded positively amazing. I was holding to the plan, however ill thought out it was suddenly feeling, and I was going to make sure I stayed good.

"Your loss," Jess shrugged, putting her weight back down on my face.

I spanked her magnificently round ass at that, causing her to squeal and shout something in Spanish I couldn't quite make out, but I took it for a good thing. When I saw her asshole above my eyes once again, I did the only sensible thing and slowly pushed my middle finger into her.

"Oh yeah, chingame, chingame, chingame... fuckfuckfuckfuckMOTHERFUCKER, CHINGAME!" Jess yelled, settling her weight down on my head as the orgasm slammed through her body. I had almost forgotten how much Jess gushed, but thankfully I was up to the challenge of licking up what she had to give me. I drank up her juices, lavishing her pussy with attention as she rolled through her orgasm, and even after she slowed and fell off of me, rolling onto her back as a panting, heaving mess.

"Best! Valentine's! Ever!" she gasped, reaching over to playfully squeeze my cock.

"Glad to help," I said, finding a nearby roll of paper towels and using them to wipe my face.

"Seriously," Jess said, sitting up on the mattress and looking down at me. "I never got a flower for Valentine's Day from a guy or girl, and after I go home and light up and eat all these candies when the munchies kick in... it's gonna be the best Valentine's Day I ever had. Thanks, Ryan, I never knew I needed that, but, now that I got it, I like it."

Jess crawled over me, her big, beautiful tits hanging down invitingly as she leaned down to kiss me.

"You sure I can't help you with that bigass boner?" she offered, eyes darting down to the tenting of my pants.

"I'm sure, but thank you," I said, leaning up to kiss her again.

"Ah well, can't blame me for trying," Jess said, pulling her clothes together. "We should probably get out of this parking lot before security finds us. Want me to drop you off anywhere?"

I grinned. "You know where Mallory Dourif lives?"

***

Though initially I wanted to surprise all the girls on my Valentine's list, realistically I knew the courteous and practical thing to do would be to let them know when I planned on coming over so they would be there and ready for me. While mostly this just meant they were ready to jump me the moment I came through their door, for Mallory Dourif it meant she had time to set a scene.

And oh did she set a scene.

When I knocked at her door, and she gave a beckoning call for me, I stepped inside to see what she'd been up to. Her above garage apartment/lair had been redecorated with fake vines and flowers leading to her bed, which looked like an explosion had happened at a garden store. The single rose I carried with me looked positively lonely compared to the flowers she'd arranged around the head of her bed.

Not that this held my attention.

Not when Mallory Dourif had dressed herself up as a tantalizing pin-up Poison Ivy for the occasion.

At a pale, 5'10", the willowy cosplayer wore the green bikini decorated with fake leaves very well, her A-cup tits looking every bit as delightful as every square inch of her toned frame. With a bright red wig covering her buzzed hair and her soulful blue eyes accented with dark eyeliner and shades of green eyeshadow, her lips curled into a green lipstick colored grin, she looked unbelievably alluring. Kneeling on her bed, she beckoned me with one finger.

Practically purring, Mallory said through dark green painted lips, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

And, yeah, that's how we ended up on her bed, my fingers buried underneath her bikini bottom, furiously fingering her clit. She'd pulled down the top enough to free her perky, A-cup tits, allowing me to squeeze and tease them while the two of us made out.

Things with Mallory had always been slower and sweeter when we hooked up, and today was no exception. While she may have looked the ultimate comic book seductress, when we lay next to each other, touching and kissing, she was the girl I'd come to know and like quite a bit since October. As my fingers rolled over her clit and explored her steamy folds, she moaned and rocked against me, her eyes looking at me with a loving gratitude. Her kisses were soft and sweet, lingering well as she moaned into me.

"More, more, please," Mallory begged as I ran my fingers in tight circles around her clit.

"Yeah?" I asked. I looked deeply into her eyes, watching as her body responded to me.

"God, yes, right there..." she whimpered, her voice soft and her need great. She kissed me again, grabbing one of my hands and placing it over one of her breasts. I took my cue well, massaging and squeezing it as appropriate, my thumb fondling her nipple as I continued to finger her at this just so perfect pace.

Mallory's breathing soon quickened, and she stared up at me with her soft blue eyes with such intense want. I knew she was close. Taking her over the edge... well, at this point, that was just my privilege. I swiftened my pace slightly, applying just enough extra pressure to make that last push over the edge all the more intense.

"Oh god!" Mallory exclaimed, holding onto me as the orgasm hit her. She moaned, quite loudly, her body shuddering intensely as she held onto me. I eased off on her, slightly, wanting to roll her through a pleasant, intense orgasm. I kept her cumming long enough until she pressed against me, silently asking for me to stop, at which point I did.

"Wow... thank you," she murmured, kissing me again and smiling up at me dreamily. "I've never been with someone for Valentine's Day, and even if you've got to get on your way soon, this made it really special. Thank you."

I grinned. "It's my pleasure."

Looking at me, Mallory bit her lip. "Do you have to get going really soon?"

"Not right away," I said. "Why, you want another?"

She giggled. "Maybe in a little bit, just, for now, I was thinking... could you just hold me? Cuddle with me for a while? It would feel nice to have someone a little longer, you know?"

Wrapping my arms around her, I held Mallory tightly. "I'm in no hurry."

Snuggling up to me, Mallory buried her head next to mine and said, "Thanks."

***

Should I have spent less time with Mallory? Maybe, but there was no way I was going to turn her down when she could clearly use some company. If it made me have to ride like hell to make my next stops, so be it.

Thankfully, Josie's house wasn't very far off.

And yes, I know I said I was waiting until tonight for Josie; I wasn't going to her house to see her, strangely enough. Josie and her family were all out of the house today, leaving it the ideal location to meet up with one Fatima Hassan. The gorgeous Middle Eastern track star had an arrangement with our mutual friend Josie, to hide some of her more "personal" effects in Josie's room so they wouldn't be discovered by her nosy siblings. And with Josie's house conveniently empty for the day, well... it allowed an ideal opportunity for some consequence free sex, as Fatima would put it.

When I biked over to Josie's house and let myself inside, I knew that Fatima would be there waiting for me.

What I hadn't expected, though, was that I would find her waiting for me.

"Hey, Ryan," Fatima said, leaning casually against the wall of Josie's bedroom wearing not much more than a skimpy, pale blue thong bikini. A goddess with a tall, tight, athletic body and gorgeous face, from her long, lean legs to her silky black hair, currently tied back, every square inch of her soft brown skin was utterly delectable. The swimsuit itself carried her firm B-cup tits well, while the bottom... god, did it hug every inch of her tight ass well.

"I take it from your slack-jawed appearance that I chose the correct swimsuit?" Fatima asked.

Dumbfounded, all I could do was nod.

"Thanks. It was a bit of a debate, but, you know the options I have to choose from, so you can understand how it would be a bit of a problem for me," Fatima said, pushing off of the wall so she could saunter towards me.

Fatima was a woman who knew how to use her body well, unsurprising for how well she had to take care of herself, and as she approached me, I was held in awe of her beauty and confidence.

"Of course, I understand if you think it might look better like this," Fatima said, pulling her top off and dropping it on the ground, exposing her pert tits to me. Her small, dark, and very hard nipples stood out to me, begging to be squeezed, played with and suckled upon.

"You'd look gorgeous in anything," I fired back, setting my backpack with its remaining flowers and chocolates on the ground. "Or nothing."

"A fair point," she answered, removing the bikini's bottom and dropping it to the floor. Her exposed pussy was ready and eager, still perfectly shaved and with full, engorged lips and a fair bit of moisture already gathered.

"What do you think, now?" Fatima asked me, smiling softly.

I didn't answer her with words. Instead, I just approached her, wrapping my arms around her to pull her in close so we could kiss, deeply. Fatima liked it slow and easy, and after all the stops I'd had so far today, this was one I was happy to take slow and easy.

I guided Fatima Hassan over to Josie's bed, laying her down and parting her legs.

She sighed welcomingly, stretching out pleasurably and opening her legs more invitingly.

"Would you please eat my pussy, Ryan?" Fatima asked, smiling at me with a certain satisfaction.

"Gladly," I answered, climbing between her legs. "After all, what else is Valentine's for?"

"My thoughts ex-ACTLY!" Fatima moaned as I leaned in and began licking her pussy. She groaned a low sound of pure pleasure, her hands running through my hair as I enthusiastically, but slowly, ate her out. As it went, with all I had done, and all I had to do still in front of me, slow and tender was definitely welcome in this case.

***

I would not find slow, tender sex at my next stop.

In fact, I highly doubted Izzy Barnes ever did anything slow.

I stood behind her in only my underwear, while she wore absolutely nothing. The 5'2", pale gamer girl with the shockingly bright blue hair was taking three of my fingers in her pussy hard from behind, while she had her hands braced against the wall of her bedroom.

And, being Izzy, she was talking a mile a fucking minute.

"Holy shit, yes, fuckmefuckmefuckme, I love it, it's so good right there, yeah, you've missed this, haven't you? Of course you have, what's not to miss? I know I'm a lot and I can be annoying to some people but not to you, Ryan, no, you speak the language of fuck, which I'm completely fucking fluent in, almost as good as I am with my games, and, goddamn keep fucking me like that and I'll do pretty much whatever you'd ever want, goddamn, fuck, like that, come on, harder, harder, fuck me fucking harder, I can take another finger, FUCKING DO IT!" Izzy squealed, looking back at me challengingly.

She was cute in a very different, distinct way, with dancing eyes and tight lips brought in a big grin, with a lipstick shade that perfectly matched her short, choppy hair and the frames of her glasses. With multiple piercings in her ears, a stud in her nose and a pierced belly button, she normally looked a pretty mellow girl, but get her talking for even a few seconds and you'd know she had enough energy that, if harnessed, she could probably power the entire west coast.

Although her pussy already felt stretched to the max with my three fingers, I obliged her, angling my hand to force my pinky inside with the rest as I continued to roughly fuck her.

Izzy squealed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Fuck! I never put a lot of stock into Valentine's Day, even if I know it's a lot of fun and there's lots of guys and girls I could have fun with it, but none like you, no sirree, none like you, Ryan, no, you know how to romance a lady, get her candies and flowers and say all the right nice things, make her cum hard, and then fuck her as hard as a bitch like her deserves, and I'm one of those bitches who needs to be fucked nice and hard. Hahahaha, oh fuck... goddamn you can really fuck a girl hard with those fingers, can't you, motherfucker, four's a bunch, maybe too much, but you've got me so horny right now I could probably take your fist if you made me. You gonna make me take your fist, Ryan?"

I knew Izzy to be a kinky as fuck little slut, but this was a new one to hear. I wasn't sure if she was serious, but the way she looked at me with that big, broad smile, I knew she meant every word.

I said, "Maybe another time."

"Right, right, right, you've got a schedule to keep, I've got a schedule to keep, we've all got schedules to keep. Well, I've really got one to keep too, a Lonely-Hearts sort of raid for a bunch of sad sack gamers who don't have dates and will bitch about it the entire time; I'm gonna get the drop on them and get some hella sweet loot, so, fuck me like that, a little harder, a little longer, yesyesyes, do it, motherfucker, do it, fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder... YES, MOTHERFUCKER, RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Izzy's juices gushed all over my hand as she cried out in orgasm, her legs shaking so hard that I had to grab onto her with my free arm to steady her. She was squealing and laughing as she came, her eyes rolling back as she stuck out her tongue. I may not have spent as much time with Izzy Barnes as I'd have liked, but I knew her to be an animated and fun lover, even if she could probably wear out someone as unstoppable as the Juggernaut.

"Okay, okay, okay, that's good, you can stop fucking me whenever," Izzy said, laughing and pressing back against me with her hands. I stepped back, pulling my fingers from her clutching cunt and watching her as she gained a wobbly footing.

"Wow, that was so cool," she said, turning around to face me and pulling me in so she could kiss me deeply. "You're completely and utterly positive I can't do anything for you, cuz you got one hell of a dick there and it feels like you need to cum in the worst way, and if it's cuz you're on a schedule, I can make it super-fast."

"I'm fine," I said, pushing her away respectfully. "But I'd love to use your bathroom to wash up, if I could?"

"Sure," Izzy replied, pointing me toward her restroom.

Walking to her sink, I washed my hands of her juices, then looked up in the mirror to see Izzy standing behind me, still very much naked.

"I've got a question for you, I know it's a long way ahead to think, but, one I thought I'd ask, did you have any plans for Spring Break?" Izzy asked.

"Not really," I said. Spring Break was going to be in early April this year, and with everything on my plate, that was far off in my mind.

She spoke even more rapidly, almost as if she were nervous about sharing the next part. "Well, I have thought about Spring Break, haven't had a choice really. My parents, they don't think I have enough friends, and they could be right, they might not be, and I mean yeah I don't have a whole super big pile of them irl other than Jess, but that's neither here nor there. My 'rents and me usually do something together for Spring Break, but this year they decided they'd not make any plans, and instead make their family beach house available to me if I wanted to go there with any friends for Spring Break. It's not, like, the biggest fucking place in the world, but it's nice, and it can be fun, and I know you have some good friends, Josie's cool, and I like Brooke a lot because she's not all stuck up, and if they're your friends, you've got good taste in friends, so, if you don't have any plans, and if you guys wanna spend a week at the beach, you can come. Them and anyone else you think might be fun, if you want, if you did this it'd get my parents off my back about the kinds of people I have for friends. And, btw, thankyoufortheflower, nobody's ever gotten me one of those."