Senior Year Memories: Daphne Vol. 2 (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

Daphne O'Connell: 18-years-old

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Hello my wonderful patrons! I'll be honest, Daphne is one of my favorite characters to write scenes for, so I was greatly looking forward to writing this story when you guys voted for her. Once I got to writing, I found my enthusiasm justified, and I think that further helped make this a steamy, messy little tale. To all of you who voted for her in this story, I can't thank you enough for your votes and support! As ever, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, as I think this one turned out rather enjoyable!

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It happened in that brief passing period between classes, as I was waiting to go into Mrs. Addams’ room for English. It was supposed to be a movie day, a day for the lights to be turned off while we watched some film adaptation of the most recent work that we’d been discussing in class, also known as an excuse for Mrs. Addams to work off the hangover she’d been rumored to be nursing today (allegedly from partying in the wake of some step of her divorce going well). Me, I was fine with a movie day, since we’d been reading some interesting works recently, and if the movie sucked… well, I’d happily flip through my Senior Year Memories album and make my own joy.

I was lost in those thoughts when Mrs. Addams opened the classroom door from within, turning on the lights and beckoning us inside. I was toward the rear of the throng working our way into the classroom, when I felt someone grabbing my hand, slipping something palm-sized and plastic into it.

I looked at this mysterious presence curiously, finding a welcome, if surprising, person standing beside me. A redheaded beauty and one of the most singularly hot people I knew, 18-year-old Daphne O’Connell ranked among the more memorable of the girls I’d become acquainted with during senior year. A renowned bitch and captain of our school’s color guard team, she reveled in her own authority and bad attitude, though had some other sides that I was one of the few people in school lucky enough to become acquainted with. In spite of her domineering public attitude, in private she rather enjoyed being roughly dominated herself, and had a way of stimulating my rougher side in a way I found thoroughly enjoyable during our infrequent encounters.

And though she always looked good, today she was looking particularly hot. Her maroon t-shirt looked painted on, perfectly sculpted to her firm, round, D-cup breasts, and showing an inch or two of midriff of her tight abs. A short white skirt barely covered her round, firm ass and perfectly showed off the dancer’s long, shapely legs, showing off plenty of her creamy skin. She didn’t look at me for long, but just enough that I caught a glimpse of her gorgeous face, with her big blue eyes and pouty lips losing just enough of their usual bitchiness for a moment that she could flash me a particularly delightful submissive look. With her long, flaming red hair tied back over her shoulder, she looked every bit the sex goddess she’d always looked to me, flashing me the faintest hint of a smile before she forced her way into the classroom.

An appearance from Daphne was, at the very least, usually an indication that I’d have an interesting day, but the more hit-and-run nature of this one certainly caught my interest. I looked at the small, pink device in my hand. Near as I could tell, it was a remote to some electronic device, with an ON/OFF switch and a small series of buttons numbered from 1 to 5 on it, but any insight beyond that eluded me. This wasn’t made any easier by Daphne’s sudden departure, so I was left in the dark on what this was.

I wouldn’t be for long.

I slipped inside not long after Daphne, and finding her sitting uncharacteristically at the back corner of the class, I decided that I would see how this played out, grabbing the seat next to her. Still, she looked high and haughty and like she didn’t want to look at me, which only intrigued me all the more as to whatever it was she had planned with this mystery device.

Once everyone was seated, Mrs. Addams introduced the movie as quickly as possible (I was pretty sure the hangover rumors were true), started it up on the overhead projector, then dimmed the lights. I looked over to Daphne, curious, but she (like much of the class) immediately dropped her eyes to her phone hidden beneath her desk. I was about to figure out how to get to her as subtly as possible, when I felt the unmistakable vibration of a new text in my pocket. Keeping my hand on the device she’d slipped me, I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the newest message, unsurprised to find out who’d sent it.

DAPHNE: I bet you’re wondering what I handed you.

ME: I’m a little curious.

DAPHNE: Good.

She then sent me a quick video. It looked like it was taken in one of our school’s bathroom stalls, and in it Daphne lowered her phone’s camera beneath her skirt. I got an up close and deliciously graphic view of the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties, her pretty, pink and perfectly shaved pussy on delicious display before me. Then, with her other hand, I saw her reach under and slip a small pink device, one that sure looked like it was a sex toy, into her pussy, moaning softly as it entered her, before the video ended.

ME: Fun video, but it doesn’t exactly explain all of this.

Daphne shot me a brief, annoyed look, before quickly texting back.

DAPHNE: What you saw me put inside is a remote vibrator. Very small, but very powerful.

DAPHNE: And what I gave you is the controller for it. Understand?

She looked at me again, cocking her head to make sure I got the point. I felt a slight tremor in my hand holding the controller, excitement flowing through me and already getting me hard. I nodded back at her, getting a slight little smile in return as Daphne licked her lips.

Pocketing my phone again, I held the device in my hand with a newfound respect. I’d seen similar toys, just not in this orientation, and knowing now that Daphne had handed this to me with the express purpose of some naughtiness in our classroom, surrounded by all our classmates? Well, I couldn’t say that the power that presented didn’t sound exciting.

Looking from the device to Daphne’s face as she tried to look like she was focusing on the movie, I experimentally pressed the ‘1’ setting on it.

Her lips dropped open in a light gasp, her hands gripping the edges of her desk as the initial activation of the device surprised her, but she quickly composed herself, sitting up straight and trying to look attentive to the movie. I could see gooseflesh breaking out on her porcelain skin, and couldn’t help but smile.

This promised to be interesting.

I hit the OFF button, watching as she was hit by another small wave just as quickly, clearly not thinking that this was an approach that I’d take with her. Before she could find some reason to glare at me, I hit the 1 button again, watching as she was jolted once more with some delight. Daphne was always a girl who liked to talk a big game, and I knew that she was always capable and eager of taking it, but it was always great to see her powerless, surrendering herself to my mercy and letting me have my way. I loved that I was on that shortlist of people, her girlfriend included, who she trusted enough to show her submissive side to, and when she wanted to engage with it, I was happy to give it to her.

I rode this alternating strategy for a bit, turning it off and on, keeping it at the lowest level and watching as that slowly drove her mad, both of us doing our best to pretend we were watching the movie and doing a decent job of not drawing terribly much attention to herself. I couldn’t smell her arousal yet, but I got the impression that it would be apparent pretty soon, especially knowing the way Daphne gushed… so, yeah, I was just warming up.

After the next time I turned it off, I saw her brace for another round, trying to keep quiet as she readied for another pleasurable assault.

Smirking, I pressed 3, and watched her mouth drop open. She clearly almost let out a moan, but credit to her fortitude, Daphne stayed quiet, bracing herself against her desk and rocking her hips on her chair. She was desperate for a fuck, desperate for me to get her off… so naturally, I took this opportunity to put her back on the 1 setting.

Rather than riding it off and on for a while, though, I left her here at 1, constantly vibrating, the toy pressing insistently on her sensitive spots as it kept her stimulated. Daphne’s eyes rolled back in her head as she held onto her desk for dear life, writhing and in need of a release that I could give her… that I could give her when I was ready to, anyway, and when she looked so good getting so hot and bothered, why would I hurry this any?

I kept her at 1, watching her grow in frustration, not quite at the precipice of getting off but certainly needing it. She flashed me blazing, furious eyes.

In response, I turned it all the way up to 5.

For the life of me, I couldn’t tell you how she didn’t scream out then and there, especially knowing how loud Daphne could get when you really got her going. She couldn’t stop herself from violently writhing and shaking, her mouth open and her eyes rolled back as she unambiguously came, but credit to her restraint, she didn’t cry out. She kept quiet, and with the rest of our class engrossed in either the movie or their phones, we’d clearly gotten away with it.

I left her at this setting for a while, watching her completely lose her mind, before turning it all the way off. Daphne practically collapsed against her desk, catching her breath as she tried to regain what sanity had been lost in the throes of the powerful toy. She breathed heavily, trembling and scratching her fingers on the desk as she got her bearings. Daphne turned her head to face me, blinking at me with foggy, lust-filled eyes.

I could smell something in the air, something I was familiar with… Daphne’s arousal. It wasn’t thick in the air, so it was easy for others to miss it, but when you’d spent as much time with your face buried between Daphne’s thighs, it was one you got familiar with intimately. Somehow sensing what was on my mind, she shifted her legs slightly, parting them just enough so I could see her inner thighs glistening with her juices.

Daphne pursed her full lips, moistening them until they shone temptingly, then straightened her back so she was sitting up straight and proper. If it weren’t for that slight “just been fucked” look she had in the wake of her orgasm, you’d have thought there was nothing amiss with her. She quickly looked around the room, making sure we hadn’t been seen, before mouthing one simple word to me.

‘MORE’

Daphne had always been a ravenous slut, no matter how hard I’d gone at her in the past. With a dark little grin, I began to crank the vibrator up, slowly working her all the way from 1 to 5. We still had most of a class period in front of us and plenty of darkness on our side, so long as she could keep quiet, I was rather curious to see just how many times I’d be able to force Daphne to cum before the period let up.

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The short answer was three more times, though there might have been a couple more small ones mixed in there when I was playing with her on the lower settings. Aside from the occasional gasp and light moan that she was able to stifle with her hand, Daphne remained remarkably quiet throughout the remainder of the class. It did, of course, make it impossible to pay attention to the movie we were watching, and if Mrs. Addams was planning on giving us a test on it later, I knew we’d both be screwed, but for the moment, I hardly cared.

By the end of class, it felt like I was about as hard as I’d ever been in life, and I needed Daphne.

Immediately.

The moment the bell rang for class to be out, Daphne was barely able to stand, yet still managed to pick up her backpack and books and shuffle toward the door with some semblance of purpose.

Sneaking up beside her, I whispered harshly in her ear, “Bungalow 237. Now.”

It didn’t matter if either of us had any other obligations to attend to, this had to be dealt with and soon. Without a word, Daphne changed her course and I followed her, the two of us walking across the school toward the school’s disused, weed-choked soccer field, still bearing a series of portable bungalows from a renovation the school had done some years back. Though some of the bungalows were still used for classes, mostly they were now used for storage, the spaces between the bungalows used for students and faculty to sneak off to smoke. I had good memories of this area from October, where we’d held the Halloween Scream… and knew how easy the bungalow we’d used for the Puma Press’ haunted house still was to access.

Making sure that no one saw us, I opened the door to Bungalow 237, ushering Daphne inside, then stepping in after her, closing and locking the door behind us. The room was dark, with limited light sneaking in through narrow gaps in papered-over windows, but just enough that we could see the odds and ends bit of furniture and boxes still stored away in this room. I looked over to a clean couch nearby, thinking fondly of all the fun I’d had there with other girls, and of everything I was about to do to Daphne on it.

With a look that was equal parts bitchy and sultry, Daphne dropped her backpack to the floor, putting her hands on her hips in a silent challenge to me.

“Well?” she said, tapping her foot on the ground.

I dropped my backpack as well, quickly closing the distance between us. I wrapped my arms around Daphne, pulling her close to me and kissing her fiercely. As ever, there was a certain enjoyable hostility to the way we made out, her soft lips and excitable tongue attacking my mouth as if I were every bit as much her enemy as I was her occasional lover. Truly, there was no enmity between Daphne and me, but the way she could always summon her bitchy side, knowing what it brought out of me… well, I couldn’t say that I didn’t enjoy it.

We made out intensely like this for a long moment, our hands roaming over each other as I ground my cock against Daphne. It was a good state to be in, and an excellent warmup, but I planned on doing much more than warming up.

I grabbed a handful of Daphne’s beautiful ginger hair, pulling on it just forcefully enough to arch her neck backwards and make sure she was looking me in the eye.

“Take your clothes off…” I said, my voice authoritative and commanding.

Daphne moistened her lips, flashing me a defiant little smile. “And how the fuck were you planning on getting me to do that?”

Grinning, I pulled the controller for her vibrator out of my pocket, and immediately pressed the 5 button.

Daphne cried out in surprise, her eyes flying wide open and her jaw dropping as she let out a loud wail of pleasure. She dropped to her knees in pleasure as I mercilessly kept the controller on its maximum setting, looking up at me with pleading, ecstatic eyes. She practically tore her shirt off, pulling it over her head to reveal a pale bra that was doing a lot of heavy lifting in making sure it held her perfect tits in place. Quickly, though not exactly elegantly for how she was losing her mind to pleasure, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts.

I looked down at her, admittedly leering. Daphne’s tits had always been impeccable, and getting to see them again like this, with her moaning and writhing and desperate for further release… well, I’d be lying if I said the sight didn’t cause a twitch in my cock. Creamy pale, high and full, topped with thick, pink nipples surrounded by a wide areola, Daphne had the kind of breasts that could break a man’s will and make him beg to do anything to get a single taste.

I smirked at the thought, enjoying the fact that I was the one in the position to get Daphne to beg.

I still didn’t let up on the vibe, not when she looked this good, moaning loudly and writhing on her knees, lewdly running her hands over her body as she let the sensations take her over. She looked up at me for a moment with pleading eyes, but if she wanted mercy, I wasn’t in a place to give it to her.

Not yet.

“I said take your clothes off,” I growled, lowering my voice in that way I knew Daphne particularly enjoyed.

Scowling up at me through her pleasure, she did just that, unsnapping the buttons on the side of her skirt, then pulling it up and over her head. Now, aside from her shoes and socks, she was completely exposed to me on the floor, still shaking and moaning from the powerful max setting of the vibrator, a setting that I had no intention of letting up anytime soon.

It was as she looked up at me after taking off her skirt that Daphne seemed to realize that I planned on showing her no mercy. A faint glimmer of a smile formed at the edges of her lips, but it was quickly consumed as she let out her loudest, most luscious moan yet. I took a step back from Daphne so I could better watch her in this state, watching as she reached up to squeeze one of her nipples with one hand while fingering her clit with her other. Even with all the orgasms I’d given her in class, it seemed as if she had an excess of pent up horniness that needed dealing with, a need to get loud and physical that she was unleashing, naked and writhing on the floor of this disused bungalow. She fingered herself with an almost violent need, running quick circles over her clit until she couldn’t help but explode.

I’d heard girls get loud before, and often enjoyed the fact that I was the one making them this loud, but between the vibrator inside of her and her own fingering, it looked like Daphne positively exploded. She shook violently with this most recent cum, her eyes rolled back and her mouth wide open as she let out a loud moan of ecstasy and climactic release. I looked down with some interest as I saw her juices squirt onto the floor, a smirk growing on my lips as I caught her finally unleashing as she’d wanted to unleash in the classroom, but hadn’t been able to do before when quietness was of the utmost importance.

Of course, when I finally turned off the vibrator, she came down hard, almost collapsing on the floor. I jumped in quickly, grabbing her and lifting her up onto her feet.

“Come on, come on, let’s get you over to the couch so you can pull yourself together,” I said, helping the rather dazed Daphne stumble over to the couch.

“I’m fine,” she giggled, uncontrollably trembling against me. “I’m fine, I’m fine… why don’t you pull yourself together?”

I guided her to the couch, and I probably should have guided her onto the couch, as the moment I let her go, she stumbled, then fell to her knees again, her top half on the couch and her ass sticking out at me.

“Made it!” Daphne declared woozily. “Almost… almost made it!”

I knew I should have helped her then, but looking at her like this, utterly exposed, her gorgeous, round ass staring out at me like this… well, I couldn’t say that I wasn’t tempted.

I dropped to my knees behind Daphne, gripping her ass cheeks in both hands and spreading them. She moaned as I did this, rocking her hips for me, giving me a delicious view of her tight, pink asshole. I’d spent more than my share of time this past year defiling her tightest hole, and while I had every intention of doing that today, right now I had something a little tastier in mind.

With her cheeks spread, I leaned in and put my face flush with her ass, worshipping her tight, pink hole with my tongue in a way that soon had her moaning loudly.

“Oh, fuck… oh, fuckfuckfuck… oh, that tongue, that fucking tongue…” Daphne groaned, her words lost between low chuckles and moans as I’d successfully brought her into a world where pleasure had overtaken her. “Oh, god how I’ve wanted that tongue on me… in me…”

Grinning, I said, “If you insist…”

Daphne gasped as I successfully forced my tongue into her asshole, letting out a deeper groan of pleasure as she dropped her head and shivered. I fucked my tongue in and out of her tightest hole for a few moments, but it wasn’t something that I let linger longer than I had to… I wanted to get her nice and primed, but I wasn’t going to push her over the edge again so soon, not when my cock was threatening to tear a hole through the front of my jeans.

Finally, I pulled my face from her ass and stood up behind her, bending over just enough to grab her and help her up onto the couch, sitting with her legs spread and looking up at me. She eyed me with such expectation, her full lips parted and pouty and moist as she licked them again. Those lips looked… tempting.

With the vibe controller still in my hand, I set it to 1. Daphne let out a low moan, trembling and running her hands over her body as she continued looking up at me.

Quickly, I stripped down until I was naked in front of her, my thick, ten-inch-long erection bobbing in front of me. Daphne let out a low moan of recognition at seeing it, which I took as a good sign of enthusiasm. I approached her, gently stroking her face, before taking hold of her chin and forcing her to lean forward. With a pleasantly submissive moan, she did so, leaning toward me until her face was inches away from my cock.

I shifted my hand to grab a fistful of her hair, taking it firmly and bringing another deep, submissive moan from within her. I grinned down at her, loving the feeling of power I had in this position, and that smile that came from Daphne at being so thoroughly dominated.

“You always know… just what I need,” Daphne murmured, smiling and sticking out her tongue, running it along the underside of my cockhead.

I shivered at the contact, watching as she gathered up some precum and stretched it into a long strand between her tongue and my cockhead before it snapped. I was looking down at a sex goddess, a girl who knew how to use every part of her body to drive me absolutely mad with lust, and it was fucking working. As much as she enjoyed being submissive and pushing me into a dominant role, she was still in absolute control over this, and somehow that only pushed me into being more aroused. Fuck, she was so fucking hot…

“And right now…” I began, rubbing my cockhead over her lips. “You need this cock, deep down your throat, don’t you, you ginger slut?”

Even with her lips now smeared with my precum and the low vibe inside of her making her twitch and moan every so often, Daphne managed a defiant little grin.

“Took you… long enough… to figure that out…” she whimpered, eyeing me mischievously.

Fuck, I loved it when she wanted me to go rough.

Grabbing that fistful of hair I held her by tighter, I pushed my cock into her mouth. Ever the expert cocksucker, Daphne took me excitedly, running her tongue along the underside of my cock and sucking me eagerly as I pushed every slowly inside of her. She moaned, the vibrations only adding to the sensation and pushing me further. As merciless as I was, she was even more skilled, taking inch after inch of me, welcoming me into her throat until I was buried balls deep inside of her mouth. I held her there like this for some time, watching as those big blue eyes became watery with exertion.

That was when I turned the vibe up to 2, making those eyes go even wider as the spasms of pleasure shot through her body. I pulled my cock out then, letting her breathe for a moment, before I went back to fucking her face.

There were few pleasures in life quite like… well, quite like Daphne O’Connell, really. I knew plenty of girls who were singularly skilled when it came to sex, but Daphne was on a level entirely her own. She sucked my cock and rocked her hips against the pleasure the vibe was giving her like there was nothing else in the world for her, her focus only on this moment and only on getting and giving as much pleasure in it as possible. This was not the Daphne you’d see around school, the confident, bitchy color guard captain who made an artform out of the way she’d look down on people with superiority… no, this was her freeing herself from all constraints, becoming a being of raw sexual power that she would only unleash for a select few.

I rather liked this side of her.

As she writhed against the remote-control vibe, I held onto her hair and fucked her face, using her as she moaned and writhed and generally looked fucking gorgeous beneath me. I let her breathe when I could sense she was in trouble, and then she would simply dive back onto my cock, sucking me and practically devouring my cock like she was a starving woman and I was her only possible sustenance. It was a heady position to be in, and one that had me sorely tempted to cum, either painting her or filling her mouth… I knew that Daphne was good to take it, and with how good she felt, it felt a rather exciting prospect.

Daphne came well before we could get to that point though, writhing and pushing off of my cock so she could cry out in ecstasy, shaking against the couch as her pussy gushed once more. I was glad for this, really, as it allowed me to come to my senses and understand what I really wanted out of this, and though my legs were shaky as I stood over her, I was all too happy to let her come down while I awaited the next step.

“Take the toy out,” I demanded harshly.

“Why, what are you going to do to me?” Daphne taunted, reaching between her legs and pulling the vibrator out.

I watched with some interest as she removed the toy, enjoying the way it spread her pussy lips, before she went over and placed it with her clothes, once again sitting down on the edge of the couch.

“Well?” she continued, tapping her foot on the floor.

I darted for Daphne, twisting her sideways and forcing her onto her back on the couch, then climbing atop her. She moaned as I did this, eagerly spreading her legs for me. I reached down and took hold of my cock, running it over her pussy lips. She moaned, angling her hips to better allow for my entry, looking up at me excitedly.

“God, you can be such a bitch sometimes,” I said, grinning at her as I lined my cockhead up with her entrance.

“And what do you want to do to this little bitch?” Daphne replied, challenging me.

Grinning, I replied, “This.”

I pushed my cockhead against her pussy and slipped inside of her. Daphne was, and always had been, quite tight, but given how many times I’d already made her cum today, she was so juicy I probably could have pushed all the way inside of her with one stroke had I really felt motivated to do so today. I didn’t, of course, wanting to savor and truly feel her, loving the feeling of how she took my cock with such ease, squeezing and embracing every inch of me with the hot, wet embrace of her perfect, grasping cunt. Daphne wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tight, soon forcing me to bottom out inside of her.

As soon as I fully filled her, she looked up at me with… well, I guess the closest descriptor I could give it would be a certain sweetness, though that wouldn’t be entirely accurate, as sweetness wasn’t exactly a word Daphne was accustomed to. No, there was something like sweetness there, a pleasant, primal satisfaction with being well and properly filled and knowing she was about to be fucked, and I couldn’t help but feel an even greater surge of lust for her in seeing that.

I kissed her, hard and passionate, our lips molding against one another until they practically became one. We feasted on each other, our tongues slipping into each other’s mouths as we gave in to the intensity of the moment. Bracing my knees against the couch, I soon began to thrust into her, pumping swiftly into Daphne’s tight, squeezing pussy. She moaned against my lips, her pussy massaging my cock as I began to fuck into her.

“Yes… yes… yes… mmm… fuck… give me that cock… give me that huge, fucking cock… fuck me, Ryan… fuck me harder… fucking use me like I’m your little whore, come on, harder, harder, fuck me harder!” Daphne moaned, her fingernails tracing paths down my back that had me hissing in pleasure and pain.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it, Daphne… fuck… you’re gonna get everything…” I groaned, pumping into her harder.

“Mmm, promises, promises…” she replied, smirking up at me.

I reached up with one hand to squeeze one of her breasts, pinching her nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger. She looked into my eyes defiantly as I did this… for a while, anyway. The more pressure I applied, the more I saw her resolve break, and soon she was surrendering to her own pleasure and pain, crying out to the skies as I pounded into her.

Fuck… Daphne looked so fucking hot while she was getting fucked… her face the very definition of raw, unbridled ecstasy as she moaned and lost herself to the pleasure. She’d put my self-restraint to the test at this rate, her body practically begging me to drain my cum into her, but much as I would have liked that, I did mean to draw this out at least somewhat.

Kissing her again, I grunted, “So… whose idea was this encounter? Hope’s?”

Daphne looked up at me, scandalized. “You know, I’ve got some slutty ideas of my own sometimes, thank you very much!”

She tried to look like she was more put out by my question, but it was hard for her to stay too mad at me, it seemed, when she was taking my dick as she was. I smiled down at her, and she tried not to smile back, but soon we both shared a laugh, followed by another quick, deep kiss.

“Well… it was a good idea,” I grunted, pumping into her at what felt like a blinding speed.

“I thought so too,” Daphne whimpered, running her hands up and down my back. “There’s something about… choosing to be powerless, in public, with someone you trust to drive you crazy, but still trust to… fuck… well, you know…”

“I do,” I replied, leaning in to kiss her neck. “It was interesting, doing that… maybe next time I should do it while you have to give a presentation, if the public side of it is what gets you so fucking hot.”

Her eyes flew open, again that tone of mock scandal taking her. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would,” I said, lowering my voice with dark playfulness. “I’d make you cum in front of the entire class… how fucking hot would that get you?”

She moaned louder, her pussy squeezing my cock more insistently. “God… so… so fucking hot…”

“Ha,” I chuckled, pumping into her harder.

Smiling up at me devilishly, Daphne continued, “But… you want to hear something that’d get me really fucking hot?”

“Always,” I replied.

“Let me… ohfuck… ohgod… let me, get on top and ride you, and I’ll tell you…”

That sounded a fine idea to me, and even if it required pulling out of Daphne for a moment, I was more than happy to sit on the couch if it meant seeing her straddle me, and watching my cock slide into her clutching cunt. It was one of those sights that felt utterly impossible, and yet here it was before me, as lewd and beautiful as ever, my thick cock spreading her tight-looking pussy as she took me in unhesitatingly. I rather liked this position with Daphne, honestly, as even if I sacrificed a fair bit of control, I was given a lot more access. With her tits in my face, I simply feasted, worshipping her breasts with my mouth, kissing and sucking and nibbling, applying enough pressure to her nipples to make her cry out before she began bouncing on my cock with a great enthusiasm. My hands, however… well, I couldn’t resist reaching around Daphne and squeezing her ass as she rode me, enjoying how each of her full cheeks filled my hands so perfectly.

And, of course, loving the way they sounded when I gave her a nice spank.

SMACK!

Daphne shot a glance down at me, increasing her pace as she rode my cock, but looking awfully bitchy and defiant.

“Did you spank me?” she asked. “I barely even felt that.”

Well, I was just getting warmed up, but when you had a girl like Daphne who could be a bit of a pain slut, you sometimes needed to be a bit firmer than you expect.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Daphne’s cries got higher and higher with each impact, her eyes blazing lustily and her hips more of a blur as she bounced on my cock.

“Better?” I asked, smirking up at her.

“Much…” she moaned, groaning as she continued to bounce on my cock at a swift pace.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Daphne mewled, leaning in suddenly and forcing her lips onto mine. We made out passionately, fucking against each other as we found ourselves building to a nice, messy, mutual cum.

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned, nibbling on her neck. “So, you were gonna tell me about an idea that gets you really hot?”

“Uh… huh…” she whimpered, continuing her fast-paced fuck in a way that I wasn’t sure she’d be able to speak through, but she sure as hell tried. “I think… it’d be hot… if you had me tied up, spread eagle, on a bed… ohgod… with the vibe in me, me at your mercy… while you and Hope fuck right next to me, just going completely mad on each other… the two of you fucking harder and harder, using the vibe to torture me, always get me close… fuck… never letting me cum… god… the two of you just edging me closer and closer to the edge while you’re fucking harder and harder… just drive me fucking insane… ohgod… that… that’d make me cum so fucking hard…”

Alright, she wasn’t the only one getting hot at that thought. While fucking Daphne was one of life’s most singular pleasures I’d gotten to engage in, the thought of edging her while I fucked her beautiful, and surprisingly dominant, blonde girlfriend Hope Harris right next to her, that did have a fair kinky thrill to it as ideas went. I could see Daphne, struggling against her restraints, begging us for release while we kept driving her crazy, the two of us taking our pleasures out on each other and… well, yeah, you can say I got a little excited at the thought.

Looking up at Daphne, I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking up into her as hard as she fucked into me. She looked down at me, gripping my shoulders and grinning down with an animalistic, wild glee. We were both reaching our peak, and we knew exactly how we wanted this to end. I buried my face in Daphne’s tits, sucking and biting while I fucked up into her, giving her absolutely everything I had, while she reached down to finger her clit while she rode me. Though the stray curse and moan may have escaped our lips as we attacked each other, all you could hear was our heavy breathing, the slapping sound of our bodies against each other, and our growls and mewls of wild, unrestrained passion.

Much as I tried otherwise, I came inside of Daphne first, letting out a pleasant, groaning roar as I fired off those first few powerful shots inside of her. Daphne was quickly triggered by this, her legs squeezing my thighs as her body was wracked by the hardest orgasm so far today, shaking and bucking, a long wail of mixed ecstasy and agony escaping her throat as her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered uncontrollably. Pleasure consumed both of us, the two of us trying to fuck our way through every last bit, every last drop, clinging to each other as we shared in this moment of raw, unbridled pleasure until we could take it no more.

I collapsed to the couch first, with Daphne falling against me shortly afterward. We were sweaty and out of breath and so utterly spent… and we both knew that we were hardly finished. Though I felt weak, I still couldn’t help my hands from exploring her body, groping and pinching and just needing to feel her while we exchanged kisses intermingled with the occasional low curse or soft laugh. It was a rare moment of softness that the two of us would share, and one that also wasn’t going to last, but while it did, we would kiss, and we would recharge.

Of course, Daphne and I tended to have a different definition of what constituted a recharge.

Still impaled on my cock, she whimpered and writhed against me, whispering in my ear, “Spank me.”

I was content to not have to move very much at this point after what we’d just done, but if that’s what she wanted, that was what she was going to get.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Daphne mewled, cuddling up against me. “Harder.”

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

She groaned, kissing my neck and rubbing her tits against me, her nipples still quite hard. It felt like she was trying to jump start my cock again soon after my last orgasm, but powerful as it was, that was something that was going to take some time. As my cock got softer and softer inside of her, I could feel her getting more frustrated, her gyrations more insistent as her moans and mewls became more annoyed.

“No, no, no way, I’m not done, not with you, not yet…” Daphne murmured, climbing off of my cock and kneeling next to me on the couch.

Quickly, she took my cock into her mouth, sucking down as much of it as she could as she slurped off as much of our mutual juices as she could. She was, as ever, a singular talent, and it felt fucking amazing. She attacked my cock with a sort of mania, it seemed, a desperation to get me as hard as possible as quickly as possible, and I won’t lie that she was doing a fantastic fucking job. With those full lips providing exquisite suction and her tongue swirling around my cockhead every time she bobbed upward, Daphne was giving my cock a decidedly worshipful treatment that was bringing me back to life quickly.

I looked beside me at her exposed body, her pale skin flush with exertion and from the aftermath of her last, most devastating orgasm yet. She was a pornographic fantasy brought to life, an eager and uncommonly talented sex doll who wanted me to use her to indulge in both our fantasies. I watched her ass, rocking up and down as she sucked me off, those magnificent round cheeks looking like absolute perfection.

Something had to be done about that.

With one hand, I took a handful of Daphne’s hair and used it to fuck up into her, showing her my enthusiasm while establishing a rougher pace that soon had me down her throat again. With my other hand, well…

SMACK!

Daphne moaned around my cock as I spanked her, her sucking getting more insistent and eager, my cock almost fully hard again at this point. Fuck, did I want her again… and did I know exactly how I wanted her.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Her moans soon turned into something that sounded a lot like growls, at which point I understood that I had her just about where I wanted her.

“Get up,” I demanded, pulling her mouth off of my cock.

Her eyes alight with mischief, Daphne took on a bitchy tone and asked, “Why?”

“Because I’m gonna fuck your ass you ginger slut… and I want access to all of you while I do that, and for that I fucking need you to stand up,” I said, my voice taking on a low growl of its own.

Daphne’s eyes sparkled, and with a submissive little nod, she stood up and walked away from me. She definitely put a little extra emphasis on her walk, shaking her ass from side to side to keep tempting me.

Not that I needed further tempting.

I got off the couch and dipped down to my backpack, pulling out one of my emergency bottles of lube and using it to quickly lube up my now rock-hard cock, getting it nice and glistening before I took it to Daphne. I intended to be rough with her, don’t get me wrong, but there’s really no excuse for not using lube when you want to defile a girl’s ass in a way she’s meant to enjoy.

Daphne had walked over to the wall, bracing one hand against it and jutting her ass out toward me, rocking it and reaching back with one hand to pull a cheek aside, exposing her asshole to me. Even in the darkness of the room, I could enjoy the sight of her tight pink hole, quivering with the memory of having my tongue up in there not long ago. She looked over her shoulder at me, taunting, defiant, giving me one of those sultry glares of submission and challenge that always brought out the best in the two of us when we were together.

I approached behind her, gripping my cock and lining it up with her tight asshole.

“You ready for this, slut?” I asked.

Daphne whimpered submissively. “It’s… so big…”

I smirked. “It’s gonna feel a whole lot bigger soon.”

I pushed forward, pressing my slicked-up cockhead against her tight asshole. No matter how many times I’d done this with Daphne, I couldn’t help but love just how tight she still managed to be… no doubt something that came with all that dance training she got from color guard. With a look of pained pleasure on her face, she grimaced as I continued to push forward, reaching up with both hands now to brace herself against the wall as I continued giving her a little bit at a time, feeling her asshole stretch to accommodate me until…

“Ahhh, oh, oh, ohfuck!” she cried out, my cockhead finally inside of her asshole.

“Fuck,” I hissed in agreement.

Her asshole remained as tight and hot as ever, accommodating my thick cock, but only just... making me, as ever, thankful for the magic that was lube.

“You fucking like that, huh?” I growled, sliding several more inches into her.

“Y…y..y…yes…” Daphne whimpered, her legs quaking. “Oh, fuck, it’s so fucking big… you’re going to tear me apart!”

No longer needing my hands for guidance as I continued feeding her ass my cock, I reached around to squeeze Daphne’s hanging tits, forcibly kissing her on the mouth. She moaned into my lips as I did this, arching her back to better allow me penetration.

With a dark grin on my face, I whispered in her ear, “You and I both know that won’t happen… and that soon you’ll be screaming for me…”

“Mhmmmm…” she whimpered, kissing me particularly lusciously when I squeezed her tits.

I bottomed out inside of her soon after, feeling my balls pressing against her pussy. Daphne moaned against my lips as I kissed her again, pressing her body back against me every bit as much as I melded into her.

And then, I began to fuck her ass. There was little need for gentleness between the two of us at this point, little need for mercy, no, not when she liked it rough and not when I could deliver exactly the roughness she liked. Daphne’s dropped a hand between her legs, her whines getting particularly pronounced the harder I started fucking her ass.

“That’s… that’s the best you can do?” she challenged, her eyes fluttering as she tried to sound stronger than she was capable of being.

SMACK!

Daphne yowled when I smacked her ass, then reaching my hand up and around to grip her by the throat.

“You were saying?” I growled, pummeling her ass harder.

“Mmm, okay, okay… mmm… fuck, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to… ohfuck… didn’t… mmm… fuckfuckfuck…” Daphne whimpered, dropping her head only slightly, before my squeezing her throat got her attention again.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” I growled, squeezing her tit and her throat without breaking pace as I fucked her ass. “You fucking love it when I use your ass, take you as hard as I want… as hard as you can take it… you fucking love it when I use you like my cheap little whore, don’t you?”

I released a little pressure on her throat. Daphne looked back at me with glassy, lust-filled eyes, before arching her neck just enough to give me the deepest, hottest kiss yet. This wasn’t the kind of kiss that I wanted to end… but she broke it just as quickly as we’d begun, then gave me a soft little smile.

“Harder,” Daphne whimpered.

I grinned, kissing her again quickly, before giving her exactly that. I held onto her breasts for leverage and fucked Daphne with everything I had in me, pounding her ass with a savagery that she seemed to live for. She mewled and moaned, screamed and groaned, demanding I give it to her harder and harder while she fingered her clit, both of us having surrendered our minds and proper selves to this brutal, intense fuck.

When Daphne finally came, it felt like her asshole would squeeze the life out of me through my cock, she tightened around me so much, but I continued fucking into her, pounding her ass as she shook and shuddered and struggled to stay on her feet while I held her up, bracing my feet on the ground as I carried her weight.

She regained her bearings soon enough, and feeling my cock swelling inside of her, she quickly pulled off of my cock and knelt before me, jacking my cock with both hands until I had no choice but to cum. Pleasure exploded within me as I exploded all over her, streaks of cum splattering on her face and tits and landing in her mouth until she looked like a well-used porn goddess.

Weakening as the flow of cum ebbed, I stepped away from her, taking in the beautiful sight kneeling before me as she swallowed my cum.

I stumbled back to the couch, sitting down with a heavy thud as I caught my breath, laughing. Still messy, Daphne crawled over to me and sucked out the last couple drops of cum from my cockhead, then smiled up at me.

With a grin, I asked, “So… any chance I can keep that controller?”

Daphne chuckled. “Since that’s one of Hope’s favorite toys, too, that’s going to be a no.”

I nodded. “Makes sense.”

With a little smirk, she then added, “But… there will be other movie days…”

Looking down at the cum-covered Daphne beneath me and knowing that the gorgeous, slightly sex-crazed redheaded goddess wanted more of the same treatment that had brought us to this point, only one word felt appropriate to gauge the seriousness of the moment.

“Awesome.”