Senior Year Memories: Brooke (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

(DISCLAIMER: All characters represented in this story are consenting adults at least 18-years-old.)

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Ryan Collins (narrator): 18-years-old

Brooke King: 18-years-old

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Hello my wonderful patrons! It's surprising to me that it took this long to have a Brooke-centric Patreon Exclusive Story, but hey, the votes are what they are! I think this one turned out to be a fun and steamy one, so I hope you all enjoy it as well! To all of you who voted for all of our favorite peppy, blonde, pigtailed cheerleader to be in this story, I can't thank you enough for your votes and support! Further, after I hit a patch of writer's block, I'd like to offer special thanks to patron CrazySouth09 for coming up with the fun idea to this story after I put the call out for thoughts, this one turned out interesting, and I thank you for it! As ever, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, as I think this one turned out rather enjoyable!

-aimingtomisbehave33

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In retrospect, I’m honestly surprised that 18-year-old Brooke King and I didn’t get up to crazier shenanigans than we did over the course of senior year. It’s not that we didn’t court our share of trouble here and there, and her involvement in Homecoming was the very definition of “shenanigans,” but given her general energy level and that it seemed like she was up for trying anything and everything, I would’ve thought the two of us would get ourselves into more crazy situations than we ultimately wound up in by the end of senior year.

Still, in those moments where our adventures devolved into some form of shenanigans, or hijinks, or misadventures (whatever word you think most appropriate for this particular flavor of experience), Brooke and I did often find ourselves in the occasional interesting (if fun) position.

Take, for example, that memorable weekend when we tried on golf for size.

It started innocently enough. Over the course of senior year, Brooke had been determined to get me into the best shape possible, and while I was still recognizably a skinny and pale nerd, I’d put on a fair few pounds of muscle with her help and encouragement and constant, energetic sex. None of this was a problem for me, especially when it allowed me to better keep up with her, and when I was legitimately starting to look better. What Brooke had done for my body over the course of senior year had done wonders for my confidence, something I knew I could never adequately repay her for.

Over the course of this fitness adventure, I was only seriously tempted to dig in my heels and say “no” when, toward the end of the year, she became determined that I take up a sport to better keep myself motivated and in shape. I won’t deny that she had some decent arguments, that gamifying my workout would have certain therapeutic benefits to keep me engaged with the process of keeping in shape, but after having spent so much of my time in Regan Hills High either hiding from or actively being dismissive of any person who vaguely resembled an athlete, this was a lot harder to shake.

Of course, I had become friends with a number of athletes over the course of the year and found them all to be fairly wonderful people (especially now that Kyle Bowman was out of the picture), so this mental block of mine became sillier and weaker as the year unfolded, but conditioning was fairly hard to shake. That Brooke also insisted I didn’t have to try out for any school teams or anything like that, saying that I could find some other way to engage in sports… well, that also poked holes in what felt like my best arguments.

Still, I knew I wasn’t coordinated or motivated enough to try out for any outside team sports in town, and there was no way I was joining a gym or YMCA to pick up the occasional casual basketball game… the thought of other people watching me was still a little too intimidating for me. Brooke was persistent, though, and there was no way I could turn her down when she got all sweet and pouty on me (often with my cock in her mouth), so I eventually tried to find the least social and physically taxing sport I could think of to try out, if just to placate her and hopefully put the sports issue to bed.

So, that’s why I in my limited knowledge of the subject, suggested we give golf a try. It seemed easy enough, and harmless enough, that I couldn’t possibly seriously fuck anything up by suggesting it. From our many conversations, I understood that Brooke was somewhat experienced with this particular sport, which made it sound like one I could at least get her excited about, but truthfully I mostly picked it because I thought it couldn’t be that bad as sports went. It was the kind of thing that old guys and people who wanted to look like they were in shape seemed to do all the time, so I could probably do alright, it would get us outside and get Brooke off my back, and all in all it seemed like the way to go for a little outdoor adventure that wouldn’t tax either of us too badly.

With all that in mind, how bad could it really be?

Aside from the sex that ensued on the day we went golfing, this kind of thinking ultimately turned out to be a bit of a mistake.

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I’ve gone on record with how I wasn’t the biggest fan of traveling over to Blair Valley, the dreaded rival town of my beloved Regan Hills, but when they’re the only place around with certain amenities, I’ll admit, they had some charms. As the place with the nearest mall and In-N-Out, I’d spent more than my fair share of time hanging around the hometown of my school’s much-hated football rivals, and even come to enjoy some of the facilities they had there… not that I’d say that much around anyone from school, of course.

But, while some of Blair Valley had won me over, my introduction to the Kane Ridge Golf Course was enough to push the town back into the negative.

Admittedly, Brooke and I didn’t choose the best day to go, as it was overcast and threatening to rain at any moment, but it wasn’t just that. The prices for a day at the course were higher than they advertised online, with a lot of additional surcharges to rent every last piece of equipment possible before we’d be allowed to go inside. Already not exactly loving this place due to this subtle deception, I was surprised to see how poorly maintained the facilities were, looking much like an abandoned summer camp with a masked killer hiding in one of the shadows. Much of the greenery was overgrown, there were distinct divots around much of the course that hadn’t been repaired in some time, and from the few people who’d also come to golf that day I just got the distinct vibe that we weren’t welcome here. Mind you, by this point in senior year I’d come to care a lot less about what people had thought about me than I used to, but when the glares were this borderline hostile, they were also pretty fucking hard to ignore.

It was almost enough to make me want to say ‘fuck it’ and see if I could steer our path over to the mini-golf course that was attached to the main course, as that at least looked like it would be some fun… but that would mean disappointing Brooke, and I very much didn’t want to disappoint Brooke.

Especially when she was looking as cute as she was on the day of our golfing excursion.

Of course, Brooke was always cute, but it seemed that she had made an exceptional effort of looking as cute as possible in the closest she could approximate to a “sexy golf slut” look. Her tight, 5’1” frame was packed into a short pink skirt and a sleeveless white top that managed to accentuate her pert A-cup breasts nicely, while a “Regan Hills High School Pumas” baseball cap rested on her head, making it clear to anyone and everyone where our true loyalties lay. With her shoulder-length blonde pigtails popping out from either side of the cap, Brooke looked as positively adorable as ever, her cute little mouth curled in the sweetest of smiles while her big green eyes always managed to peek over at me no matter what we were doing.

As much as I was doubtful of our golf excursion, her presence here made it worth trying my best for.

After finding that the vast majority of the angry glares we got from other golfers seemed isolated to the greens, Brooke and I mostly relegated ourselves to the driving range, which she said would likely be a good place for me to start practicing, anyway. With her own set of clubs that she’d brought from home, she proved herself to be pretty great (at least, by my limited estimation), sending balls sailing for what felt like miles. I was always impressed with my petite blonde girlfriend, but seeing her send balls sailing like they were nothing put her in a whole new level of impressive in my eyes.

With my set of rental clubs, all of which felt old enough that they were probably bought at an estate sale… well, you could say I definitely knew how to try to hit the ball, though my actual ability at hitting them, let alone hitting them any appreciable distance, was clearly wanting. Brooke offered me the best encouragement and tips that she could, and to her credit they actually did help me improve, but after about an hour of haphazard, chaotic hits, I was beginning to understand how much of a mistake this was.

Watching as my second golf club seemingly flew apart of its own accord (something I bemoaned what I’d get charged over, even though the club was clearly a piece of shit) while the ball stayed still on its tee, I laughed and looked over to Brooke as she sent another ball sailing effortlessly through the sky.

“How the fuck did you get so good at this?” I asked, shaking my head and smiling.

“Oh, lotsa practice,” Brooke giggled, smiling at me cutely. “Mom’s gotta do a lot of business with a lot of business types, and it pays to learn golf to put the guys in their place so she can make the best damn deals. She’d have me tag along sometimes to help her dominate all these finance bro types, which is pretty fun, not gonna lie… got good enough that when Dad wanted to pick it up so he could schmooze with potential clients, he asked me to teach him.”

“How’d your teaching go there?” I asked, putting the shattered remnants of my club into the bag alongside the other clubs I’d rented.

“Great! He, like, totally kicks ass now… and he’s all brute force and muscle, not exactly into precision or anything like that with anything in life, so if I can teach him how to be a kickass golfer, I can totally teach you!” she said cheerfully.

I almost hated how much sense that made, and any power that “almost” had was easily stolen by Brooke’s cute smile. It had a way of piercing me deep to my core, filling my heart with a growing warmth that I rather enjoyed.

Of course, as with everything Brooke, it also had a way of filling other parts of my body with something more than warmth, but I’d come to understand by this point in the year that it was basically impossible to avoid those feelings around her. Even when she wasn’t trying to turn me on, Brooke was just so fucking cute and sexy at the same time that I couldn’t help but think about the next time we’d find some privacy and get a chance to unleash on each other. Even now, looking at her like this while I was annoyed with my best attempts at golf, I could still feel an erection stirring in my pants, something that her darting eyes told me she was all too aware of as well.

“So, you totally think you can teach me how to get better at this?” I asked, sighing, yet still strangely hopeful.

“Oh, yeah, of course!” Brooke giggled. “I’d say there’s really not a lot to it, but there kinda is, but that’s also why, like, we got each other! I can teach you the ins and outs of how to do this, and by the time I’m done with you you’ll actually think this is a real sport and get crazy good at it, too! Maybe, like, not as good as me, but still pretty good!”

I couldn’t help but smile at her, and she knew that she had me well and cornered.

“Fuck, you could really talk me into anything you wanted to, you know?” I said.

“Uh huh! I know you weren’t, like, all that into giving sports a try or anything like that, and that I might have to put on some extra cute to get you out here and adventurous… I’m glad it worked, because, like, I was thinking I might have to get a bit sluttier-looking than this, and that if I did that, that maybe we wouldn’t be able to get into a place like this, even if they are kinda mean here, so… yeah, totally glad that my gamble for what I could wear to still keep you interested paid off,” she giggled.

“I think you could keep a dead man interested, looking like that,” I said, giving her a quick little whistle.

“I mean, first off, ewwww… but secondly, yeah, you’re probably right,” Brooke said, giggling and giving me a little twirl.

I couldn’t help but notice that in that twirl, her skirt flared up a fair bit, giving me a view of the hot pink panties she wore beneath. My cock swelled at the sight of her, and I found it easy to forget exactly why we were here.

“I want you,” I said, my voice a low growl.

“Oh, and you know I totally want you too, right?” she giggled, cocking her head cutely. “But I, like, always want you, so that’s nothing new… and I’m really happy that you’re making this effort for me, and I’ll, like, just ask for another half hour or hour maybe of trying to give this a go since I think that you’ll be happy if you do give it an honest try, and then after that half hour or hour’s up, we can go back to your place and you can, like, use me as a sex toy?”

I wasn’t sure that I’d be happy to keep giving this accursed “sport” another try, but at the same time, Brooke had rarely been wrong about these sorts of things in the past. A half hour or hour wasn’t really that big of a time investment, after all, and on the rare occasions I could hit any of the balls even close to the direction I’d intended to hit them in, there was a certain primal satisfaction to the THWACK and impact of it all. Maybe, just maybe, my girlfriend had a point, and wasn’t wrong about this whole sport thing…

It was just about as I was ready to give this another shot that the decision of when to stay or go was made for us, as the sky that had threatened to darken and swell with rain actually darkened and swelled with rain. The first few drops that fell around us were fat and heavy, spattering on the ground messily, but those few drops quickly became more than a few drops, as the shower opened up around us. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and I didn’t need any more hints than this.

“Or, ya know, maybe we can call it in early today and give it another half hour to hour another time?” Brooke said, hastily arranging all of her clubs into her bag. “Maybe get you some proper equipment first next time?”

“Sounds good!” I exclaimed.

Briefly, I considered how much I wanted to gather my own rental gear up, but if it meant gathering every piece of the shattered clubs as the rain started pounding down around us… yeah, fuck that. I grabbed what I’d already gathered of my bag and took off after Brooke as we ran toward the exit.

Doing that, however, soon became one of those “easier said than done” kinds of things, as the uncommonly powerful spring storm became a downpour in a matter of moments. Sheets of rain slammed into us, soaking us to the bone in moments and dropping our visibility to almost nothing. I could see Brooke in front of me, barely, as my glasses kept a nice wall of water drops not too far from my eyes, but as she stumbled about, I followed. We walked over grass, onto walkways, over obstacles, trying to remember our way back to the front and failing impressively. Brooke looked at me, soaking wet and shivering and looking confused, and if that didn’t set me off toward trying to find a solution, I don’t know what else would have.

Dropping into problem solving mode as best I could, I put a hand above my eyes and looked around. As near as I could tell, we had fumbled our way into the mini-golf course somehow, with several of the decorative pieces of scenery and novelty holes on either side of us. A massive, looming windmill stood before us, a door visible on its side.

It looked as decent shelter as any. Hastily, I darted for the doorknob and grabbed it, twisting it and finding with some satisfaction that it turned, the door opening up for us.

“Brooke!” I called out, waving her inside.

She looked at me, a bit uncertain, but since we were in a place where beggars couldn’t be choosers, she didn’t linger long. Brooke ran inside, tossing her bag in in front of her. I quickly followed after, pushing my bag in in front of me before closing the door behind me.

Darkness reigned, the only sound we had to greet us being the driving rain on the windmill above us.

“Shit,” I said. “Maybe not my best plan.”

“Not necessarily the worst, either, just let me…” Brooke trailed off, before lighting the room up with her phone’s flashlight.

The inside of the windmill, as it turned out, was surprisingly spacious, with machinery in the center that clearly operated the main mechanism, some small covered tunnels on the floor where the balls clearly went, and racks of cleaning supplies, baskets of golf balls and other random items that made it feel somewhat cramped, but not too cramped for our liking. Most importantly of all, it was dry, and even though it smelled a bit musty, it wasn’t too uncomfortable a place to be in.

“Got a light switch over there,” Brooke said, cocking her head toward one wall.

“Thanks,” I said, hitting the switch and illuminating the room with a small, hanging bulb right above us.

“Fuck, I’m, like, soaked to the bone!” Brooke said, putting her phone away and shivering. “And not in the usual way I like being soaked.”

“You and me both,” I said, looking around the room for anything that might be of any help in our predicament.

On this, we were lucky. High on one of the racks, there was a plastic-wrapped set of towels, no doubt recently ordered for some purpose or another at the clubhouse nearby. Quickly, I grabbed them, tearing open the plastic and handing a towel to Brooke.

“For whatever it’s worth,” I said.

Taking her hat off, Brooke replied, “Thanks…”

There was a clean-enough-looking workbench on the opposite side of the small room within the windmill that we found ourselves in, and Brooke and I soon set about removing our wet clothes so we could dry off with the towels. I pulled my shirt off and stretched it out, with Brooke not too far behind me. I was greeted with the pleasant sight of my girlfriend standing topless next to me, no bra necessary for her pert little tits. Her nipples were hard, which was not an uncommon sight, but knowing that it was likely because she was wet and cold made the sight a little less exciting. Shivering, Brooke toweled herself off.

“Okay, so, like, please don’t take this day as being a bad sign against sports or golf or anything like that, since this was clearly, like, a totally freak thing. If there’s any message that should be taken out of this, it’s more that we should’ve totally checked the weather first before deciding on a day out and about like this, not that sports were a bad idea,” she said, wrapping her towel around her shoulders so she could take out her hair ties and shake her pigtails out.

Admittedly, I had briefly considered finding the most polite way of saying something along those lines, with Brooke sounding so defeated, I had absolutely no desire to rub this in her face.

“I wasn’t gonna say that,” I replied, making it as truthful a statement as I could. “We maybe just picked the wrong day to come out here, it’s not like it’s a sign or anything.”

“Exactly,” she enthused, smiling at me cutely as she shed her skirt. “I mean, yeah, this totally fell apart more spectacularly than I’d have expected, but, what’re the odds of it happening again?”

“I dunno… though maybe there’s something to you saying we oughta check the weather report first next time,” I said, grinning.

“So, there’s gonna be a next time?” Brooke replied, smiling cutely.

I hadn’t meant that exactly when I first said it, but looking at her like this, sexy as fuck and so hopeful, it had a way of helping me make decisions.

“I think that’s in the cards,” I replied.

“Yay!” she enthused, dropping her towel as she bounded over and kissed me. “Oh, that’s good to know, because it’s a kind of fun I really wanna have with you, and since you’ve been doin’ so great with, like, all the other things I’ve thrown at you this year, I know this is something you’ll kick ass at if you give it a try!”

Looking down at my petite blonde girlfriend, naked save for her panties, shoes and socks, I felt like I might well be able to do anything so long as she believed in me. There must have been something in my smile, because she reached around my neck and pulled me in close for another kiss. It was quick and playful, a perfect Brooke kiss, and when she broke it, her smile had gotten even bigger, a grin of pure mischief on her face.

Sighing pleasantly, Brooke looked around. “Something about this room feels nice and familiar to me, but I just can’t quite, like, put my finger on it.”

“I can,” I replied.

Strolling through the room and looking at the shelves, she replied, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. The supply closet next to Mrs. Lynn’s classroom. This one’s a little more spacious, but, similar vibes,” I explained.

“Oh yeah!” Brooke replied, her tone bright with recognition. “Got a lot of good memories fucking around in that closet.”

“You and me both,” I replied with a wolfish grin, shedding my own pants and stretching them out on the workbench to hopefully dry out a little, better allowing me to towel off.

Flipping through something on one of the shelves, she giggled. “Lot more porn in here, though.”

I craned my neck to look over at the shelves that she was looking at, seeing that it did indeed seem to be a large stack of porn magazines… like, a lot of magazines. Looking at them at a glance, I’d thought these were just cardboard boxes of supplies, but with Brooke fanning the pile out and flipping through the top of it, I could see that it was quite an impressive stack of Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and some far more obscure and explicit-looking periodicals.

Strolling over to look over her shoulder with more interest, I said, “How… retro.”

“I know, right?” Brooke giggled, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Whoever’s got this stash needs to hear about the internet… not that there’s, like, no historical interest in any of these… always fun to look back in time to see how people got it on and what they thought was hot and all those totally fun things.”

The way Brooke giggled made her look exceptionally cute in my eye, but with her as half-naked as she was… well, that did something else entirely for me.

Unhesitatingly, I shed my wet underwear, freeing my hard, thick, ten-inch-long cock. Brooke might have been distracted by the boxes of nudie magazines in front of her, but once she felt my erection bouncing against her ass, she startled with the cutest little yelp, then let out a pleasant little sigh.

Quickly setting her magazine down, Brooke said, “Okay, enough retro porn stash for now… the real thing’s much better.”

“Uh huh…” I agreed, running my hands down her sides and hooking my fingers into her panties. “Why look to the past when we can make our own porn right here?”

She moaned as I pulled her panties off, dropping them around her ankles. “I… oh, I couldn’t agree more… mmm, keep it up, like that… fuck, that’s totally fucking hot…”

I slid my hands up her sides, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close to me. My hands found her pert, small breasts, and I squeezed them possessively, pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and making her moan. I’d always known Brooke to have exceedingly sensitive nipples, a common trait I’d found with girls who had smaller breasts, but between the cold and the wet and the excitement of this moment, she seemed to be particularly sensitive, moaning and whining loudly and freely. She arched her back, pressing her ass against my cock and, in general, feeling fucking amazing.

These circumstances were less than ideal, obviously… this wasn’t the first place either of us would have chosen for a romantic rendezvous, and certainly we’d have preferred to be drier and warmer than we were, but there was something to be said for what we were doing just as well; nothing raised the body’s temperature quite like good sex.

And sex didn’t get much better than it did with Brooke.

Craning her neck to look up at me, she smiled, a perfectly cute and sweet smile that you might’ve mistaken for wholesome if she were clothed. Luckily for both of us, however, she wasn’t, which meant we could have all sorts of fun we wouldn’t be able to have in more wholesome times.

I leaned in, kissing her, the two of us exchanging our pleasant little moans as I continued to grope and grind against her, and Brooke ground her ass against my cock. She had enveloped me between her cheeks already, using her impressive ass muscles to stroke me, nearly jerking me off where I was standing as she lightly twerked and ground against me. Brooke had always had one of the best asses I’d ever seen, and though I never had any doubts about her ass’s superiority, moments like this certainly reinforced my opinions on the subject. I groaned, also quite loudly, continuing to slide my cock between her ass cheeks as she continued to grip and jerk me, the two of us taking this moment to heat things up as much as we could before moving on to the next level.

While Brooke was normally the one to initiate that, this time I got the drop on her, sliding one hand down her abs and between her legs. I rubbed my fingers against her clit, getting a sweet little moan to escape her lips, before Brooke spread her legs and gave me much easier access. It was little surprise to find out that she was already quite hot and wet, but I thought it one of those matters that deserved a little more examination to be certain. After a little stimulating of her clit, I slipped my middle finger into her waiting cunt, getting a deep, excited moan from my petite blonde girlfriend.

“Mmm, yessssss… fuck, that’s nice,” she giggled, looking up at me excitedly.

“Mmm, you’re telling me,” I said, pumping my finger in and out of her pussy, loving the way she gripped me back. “So, maybe today wasn’t all bad idea.”

Brooke giggled. “Like I said… just bad timing… mmm, fuck… but since we didn’t check the weather, we got to do this, and this is, like, pretty great, too… ooh, yes, keep doing that…”

Leaning in to whisper in her ear, I said, “For as long as you want…”

She moaned softly, leaning back against me and looking up at me lovingly. “What if I say ‘forever’?”

Brooke looked up at me so sweetly, her smile so playful and earnest that only one answer seemed appropriate.

“Then I guess we’ll have to keep this going forever,” I replied, chuckling back as I pumped my finger inside of her more insistently. “Oh, fuck… you feel so fucking good.”

“And you’re an artist with those fingers…” she moaned. “Though it’s really nice, I think what I want more is a taste…”

Grinning, I pulled my finger from her pussy and brought it up to her mouth, forcing it between Brooke’s lips. She sucked it clean, her tongue swirling around my finger as she sought to get every last bit of her juices before I pulled it back out.

Brooke giggled cutely, turning around to face me. “Well, I’ll never say ‘no’ to a good taste of pussy, and I’ve totally got one of the best tasting pussies around, that’s not what I meant when I said I wanted a taste!”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Uh huh!” she enthused, dropping to her knees in front of me and taking my cock in both hands.

I shivered at the contact, moaning. “Well, it was kind of a vague statement, I didn’t know what you wanted to taste and had to make a guess.”

“Oh, I totally getcha, like, don’t worry about it for a second!” Brooke replied, stroking my cock and spreading my precum about liberally. “And I love tastes of both, it’s just that this time, well, I wanted a taste of this, so, I’m gonna get it!”

I didn’t get much more than another cute little giggle out of her before Brooke took my cockhead into her mouth, sucking me in deeply. She looked up at me, so sweet and eager with those big green eyes that I could have mistaken the look on her face for innocent for a moment, but innocence was not on the menu today, not when her mouth was stretched so obscenely around my cockhead like that, and certainly not when she hummed and moaned and swirled her tongue around me rapidly, causing such delicious pleasure to shoot through my body. I had to grab the nearest shelf to steady myself as she then quickly bobbed up and down on my cock, taking a little more of me at a time before she’d officially sucked down my entire length.

Even though this was hardly the first time she’d deepthroated me, as ever when she did, Brooke looked supremely proud of herself… well, at least as proud of herself as she could look when her mouth was stretched to its very limit. There was something in the image of her trying to smile around my cock, something at the crossroads of depravity and absurdity, that made me laugh. It wasn’t a bad laugh, and thankfully Brooke understood that, but more a laugh of awe and wonder and feeling so insanely lucky in the midst of an otherwise insane situation. The day had had such an odd start with our golf attempt being waylaid by a sudden spring storm, only for us to now be hiding out inside of a miniature golf course’s windmill. This should have been a downer of a day for everybody involved, but with Brooke being a ray of sunshine on any day, and the hot and intense sex that she had certainly encouraged, I would say this day felt pretty well salvaged from being a complete disaster.

I ran my hand through her wet hair, gripping a handful as I fucked against her face.

“Goddamn… fuck, you look so fucking hot like this…” I groaned, shoving my cock down Brooke’s throat as she eagerly took me.

Brooke let out a little moan, or squeal… some indeterminate sound of pleasure that was drowned out by having a massive cock down her throat, but it was a welcome, affectionate sound, and one that sent such delicious little vibrations through my body. It made my toes curl, and challenged my ability to stand, but I held firm.

It took a strong constitution to not be completely overwhelmed by Brooke’s raw sexual powers, and I liked to think I’d built something of one over the course of the past months, so I managed to stay standing as I fucked her face. Brooke, for her part, remained nonplussed by my internal battles, continuing to suck and lick and worship and otherwise let me use her, only stopping to take her moments to breathe.

Amazed, I laughed. “Jesus, Brooke… how long can you hold your breath?”

Pulling off my cock, strings of drool and precum dripping down to splatter against her tits, Brooke giggled. “I dunno, never really measured it before… but probably a long time… about as long as the narrative needs, I’d guess, but so long as it feels good to you, that’s all that matters to me!”

I chuckled, stroking her cheek affectionately. “Brooke… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Yeah, it’d probably be, like, a lot less fun for you if I wasn’t around…” she replied, cooing softly as I stroked her cheek. “Though it’d be pretty fucking bad for me without you, so, yeah, just so you know.”

“Well, I’m here with you… that’s really all that matters now,” I said fondly.

Grinning, Brooke stood up in front of me, pulling me close in an affectionate, powerful hug. “That’s for damn sure… fuck, I love ya, Ryan!”

Chuckling, I squeezed her back. “Love you too, Brooke… fuck, you’re perfect.”

“I can get pretty close to perfect sometimes, not gonna lie there,” she replied, breaking the hug and doing a prancing little twirl in front of me. “Perfect enough to fuck, ya think?”

I grinned. “Is that even a serious question?”

Brooke giggled. “Yeah, no!”

Giddily, she threw her hands around the back of my neck and laced her fingers together, quickly jumping up onto me and wrapping her legs around me. It was a testament to her workouts over the course of the year that this didn’t completely knock me down, but I still needed a few steps to pin her against a wall before I felt close to stable.

Brooke let out a little squeak of surprise at being pinned like this, but seemed to rather enjoy the position, smiling up at me brightly before planting a hot kiss on my lips. I kissed her back, returning her passion and giving her even more. Grinding my cock against her moist slit, I reached down under her ass to support her. Brooke groaned at my touch, reaching down between us and taking hold of my cock, making sure that I was aiming true before she guided my erection inside of her slit.

“Ohgod…” I moaned, shivering as her warm folds embraced me.

“Tell me about it…” Brooke whimpered back, kissing my neck. “Oh, fuck, that cock… mmm… fuck, give me more, I love it… god… fuck, Ryan, fuck me… fuck me hard… mmm, fuck, fill me up and fuck me hard, I need it… fuck…”

She wasn’t the only one. I always wanted Brooke King, but the strange intensity of this encounter we had found ourselves in seemed to have me extra hard for her. Although the position wasn’t ideal, I soon bottomed out inside of Brooke, keeping her pinned to the wall as I fucked up into her, pounding her sweet little pussy. We both needed to warm up after getting so quickly soaked to the bone, and with Brooke and me working together, I knew that wouldn’t take very long.

I kissed Brooke sweetly, even if I wasn’t exactly fucking her sweetly. I pounded up into her with an eager intensity, my strokes long and quick and hard enough that we’d probably be hearing heavy impacts against the walls of the windmill if it weren’t for the driving sound of the rain outside. Brooke giggled, letting out the sweetest moans and coos as we fucked roughly.

“Well, alright, this is totally a first for me,” Brooke exclaimed.

“Oh yeah?” I grunted, pounding into her as hard as I could. “Which part?”

She laughed. “I mean, like, every part of it? It’s honestly kinda totally surprising that I’ve actually never gotten laid at the course before, god knows I’ve, like, had the opportunities before, but this is actually a first, so, yeah, there’s that, and, like, this is also the first time I’ve gotten laid inside of a windmill. So, that’s a couple firsts. Probably more firsts than that right now, but, whatever, I’m not too into counting right now when you’re balls deep in me like that… fuck, who cares about thinking when you’re getting some action in the Porn Shack?”

“Porn Shack,” I said, chuckling. “I like the sounds of that.”

“Yeah?” Brooke giggled. “Yeah, you like that we’ve made our own little Porn Shack here on the golf course?”

I nodded. “I should’ve known there’d be some charms to the sport.”

“Ha!” she exclaimed, kissing me excitedly. “I knew I could win you over eventually… ohgod, fuck, that’s, like, the best… keep going like that…”

“I can only go so long…” I admitted, apologetically. “This position, not exactly ideal for endurance…”

“Oh, fuck, you’re right,” Brooke said. “Let me down, we can change positions… want this to be fun for you too, ya know!”

I smiled at her gratefully, kissing Brooke on the lips before I lifted her off my cock, then let her down. She dropped down to her feet with only a little unsteadiness, looking up at me with that pleasantly dazed look that often comes with someone in the middle of a good, hard fuck, before she stood straight up, looking at me all pleasantly giggly.

“Mmm, while I do kinda wish you could go forever like that, since it feels totally amazing when you use me, I’m always happy for some mix and match kinda fun,” Brooke giggled, looking down at my cock excitedly. “Oh, fuck, I still get in awe of it sometimes, realizing that I, like, had all that big dick inside of my tight, cute little body… it’s amazing sometimes that it fits at all!”

Her giggles were infectious, bringing out deliciously dark instincts from within me. I grabbed Brooke roughly, pulling her toward me so that we could enjoy a deep, passionate kiss. Feeling her small, tight body against mine, I could feel a growing heat within me. Memories from our time together this year, from her seducing me on Kaitlyn’s suggestion, through our growing friendship, to our now current relationship… all of these thoughts and images swirled before my mind. My feelings about golf and this day and everything that had fallen apart vanished at once, replaced by an overpowering love, affection, and heated lust for my petite blonde girlfriend. I kissed her as if I meant to claim her, to make my mark on her so that we could never forget that bond, and she kissed me back with similar passion. It was as sweet and playful as ever it was with Brooke, but something more, something hotter, something that drove my need to fuck her into a new realm of primal hunger.

As we broke the kiss, Brooke looked up at me dreamily. “Ooh… fuck… that… mmm, that was a good kiss.”

“Well, you inspired it,” I said, grabbing Brooke and turning her around.

Knowing what I was getting at, Brooke grinned and bent over, bracing her hands against one of the shelves as she thrust her ass out at me. Even caught up in the moment as I was, I couldn’t not take a moment to appreciate Brooke’s ass when it was presented to me like this because… well, Brooke’s ass had been, and always would be, a work of fucking art. For a girl as petite as she was, her ass was improbably round and prominent, leading in beautifully to those toned dancer’s legs she and so many of the cheerleaders had. It was a mouthwatering sight to behold, and one that would have broken me at any other time.

Thankfully, I was as caught up in the moment as I was, because after a brief moment of ogling her with awe, I was back to where we were, and fully conscious of how fucking horny I was. I gripped my cock and angled it down so I could find her pussy, rubbing it over her lips to spread our collected moistures around, before I pressed back inside of her again. Both of us let out our own shared, sultry moans, shivering once I was buried all the way inside of her again. I leaned down, pressing my body against Brooke’s and kissing the side of her neck.

“This is… nice… but…” Brooke whimpered, shivering.

“But what?” I asked, playfully nibbling on her shoulder.

“If it’s all the same to you, I could, like, totally go for some not nice treatment… I think I want you to use me like your tight little slut and just fuck me until I can’t walk straight… is that alright for you, Ryan? Doesn’t that seem nice and appropriate for our little Porn Shack meetin’?” she said, her voice sweet enough to make my cock twitch inside of her.

I growled pleasantly, reaching around to squeeze her nipples in both hands, first nicely… and then, at her request, not so nice. Brooke let out a high, loud cry of pleasure and pain, squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles as she pushed back against me.

“More… give me more… please…” Brooke grunted, reaching down with one hand to finger her clit eagerly.

Well, while I might not have an affinity for golf, this was definitely my speed. Straightening up behind her, I gripped Brooke’s hips in my hands and started to pump into her with a comfortable, quick pace that we both knew well. This was much easier to do when I wasn’t worried about holding her weight up while pinning her against the wall, and now that I had her like this, I knew I could really let go… and that Brooke wanted me to really let go. My pace was comfortable at first, but with her moans and encouragement, I was soon slamming my cock into her at a rapid clip, each thrust getting more moans and coos out of her as she cried out in ecstasy.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuckfuckfuckfuckme, Ryan, fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder, give it to me, fuck, I love it, I love it, it, like, feels sooooo good when you fuck me like that, come on, harder, please, give it to me harder, fuck my tight little cunt, I love it, yesyesyes!” Brooke squealed.

With this kind of direction, there was little I could do but comply. I pounded into Brooke with a rough, almost brutal efficiency, pounding in and out of her tight cunt so quickly that the room soon filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together. Her moans only got louder with every thrust, dropping her head down and bracing herself against the shelf with her one free hand so she could push herself against me. Her voice alternated between high squeals of ecstasy and low, animalistic roars that you could be easily mistaken for thinking she was possessed. She pushed back against me as best she could, her pussy squeezing and massaging my cock as I continued to roughly fuck into her.

Brooke and I were good at this normally, but there was something about being in the “Porn Shack” as the rain pounded down around us that seemed to inspire us to new heights. We had fewer limits in this place that almost completely separate from the real world, any and all restraint leaving us as we have into our feral, hungry instincts.

When Brooke came, it was sudden and unexpected and powerful. She let out this high, wailing cry of pleasure, throwing back her head as her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a seemingly unending cry of agony and ecstasy that only spurred me on further. I slowed for a moment, letting her roll through whatever pleasure she needed to experience, but the moment the tension left her body, I was driven into high gear. My hips were a blur as I pumped into her, making Brooke squeal and moan more as she gathered her bearings, looking over her shoulder at me as she prepared to offer encouragement.

“That’s it… that’s it, fuck me, Ryan, like, fuck me harder, give me everything, give me everything you’ve got… fuck, so good, so big, you’re fucking stretching me out so nicely, yes, yes, yes, fuck, I love it, I love it, fuck, give it to me, fuck me in our Porn Shack, fuck me and give me everything, come on, do it, give it to me, give me that cock, give me that fucking cock, come on, give it to me, give it to me… I want it… I want it… come on, give me that cum, give me that cum, yesyesyes…” Brooke wailed, looking into my eyes with a singular focus.

I may have been a wild animal at this point, focused only on our mutual pleasures, but it was her staring into my eyes, practically into my very soul, that, as ever, really did it for me. Feeling that bond between us that transcended the physical tugged at parts of my very being that made any attempts at holding myself back impossible. I felt my balls boiling, that need to release myself become overpowering, overwhelming, to a point where I could hold back no more.

With a low, bestial growl, I buried myself deep inside of Brooke’s clutching cunt, and I let go. It felt like my body was bathed in light and raw ecstasy, a brightness that could overpower the gloominess of the day outside as the two of us just lived for this moment and lost ourselves with each other. As it seemed like I fired an unceasing stream inside of Brooke, I clung closely to her, holding close to my girlfriend as we pumped out the last vestiges of bliss that we could from this hasty, hot encounter.

Leaning against Brooke, I kissed her, and with a delicious laziness, she kissed me back. We held on like this for god only knew how long, until my cock began to soften and I finally pulled out of her. I could feel the river of my cum pouring down her inner thigh as I stepped back, getting a look at my girlfriend in her perfect, well-fucked glory. She looked up at me with a mischievous grin, savoring that we had found a new level of dirty in an otherwise innocuous-seeming moment, one that gave her such a delicious little grin of excitement.

“So…” I said, looking her up and down. “That… that was fun.”

“Mhmmm…” Brooke agreed, running her hands over her body. “I’d, like, have to agree with that… mmm, I’m still tingly, all covered in goosebumps.”

“Yeah…” I said, feeling the bliss still flowing through my system. “Me too.”

Cocking her head up, she laughed. “Fuck, it’s still, like, totally downpouring out there, isn’t it?”

I didn’t have to listen hard to hear the rain beating at the outside of the windmill. “Sounds like it. Might have to start building an arc if it keeps going like this.”

“Yeah,” Brooke replied with a mischievous chuckle, biting her lip. “So, while we wait on clothes to dry and the rain to let up, you wanna look through some old porn magazines and get a good laugh or erection?”

Grinning, I replied. “I think you just found another of your perfect moments.”

Smiling back, Brooke gave me a playful, thoroughly naked curtsy, before twirling around on her feet to go searching for the lewdest magazine she could find. Still grinning, I strolled up behind her, thoroughly satisfied.