Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun, I swear.
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Previously, on Senior Year Memories: Nerdy 18-year-old Ryan Collins' life has been a little crazy since taking on a tutoring extracurricular for his favorite teacher, Mrs. Lynn, after the mean girl he was tutoring, Kaitlyn, found out he had a big cock and took his virginity. Since then, she's spread the word to her popular friends and made Ryan a target of Regan Hills High's other slutty students, including the hot blonde cheerleader Brooke, who introduced him to the wonders of anal and promised to help get him into shape.
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I'd always thought that my life would have its fair share of problems, but juggling my senior year level of schoolwork, what could best be called my poor excuse of a social life, and a pair of slutty cheerleaders who couldn't get enough of my cock was never a set of problems I'd entirely anticipated. Fantasized about, maybe, but never thought it'd actually happen. Don't get me wrong, I always knew the schoolwork and social life problems would be there, but the slutty cheerleaders, yeah, that was something I was still getting used to.
It'd been about two weeks since Kaitlyn first came over to my house and fucked me dry, and my formerly predictable life had been anything but since then. I was still dedicated to pulling off a 4.0 GPA and getting in whatever free time I could playing video games, and spending time hanging out with my best friend, Tori (which usually involved playing video games, which worked for me), but figuring out how to fit Kaitlyn and Brooke into my schedule, that's where the challenge really was, because both of them were looking to monopolize my, and my cock's, time.
When Kaitlyn and me were together, it was a strange feeling of reconnecting with an old friend. Half of our time we usually spent with the tutoring I was supposed to be giving her, and our updates to Mrs. Lynn were keeping us both in her good graces, me for being a good tutor and Kaitlyn for finally giving a shit about learning. I can't say whether Kaitlyn actually cared about history or not, but she was pretty good at listening when she wasn't being a raging bitch, and had passed Mrs. Lynn's first pop quiz.
The other half of our time, we either hung out, getting to know each other again after years of having drifted apart as friends (and us being on opposite ends of the school's popularity spectrum), or had sex. Lots and lots of sex. Kaitlyn was passionate and creative, channeling her bitchy energy from school into some pretty wild fucking. The shit she'd say would piss me off half the time, challenging me, pushing me onward, making the sex only better.
Time spent with Brooke was the polar opposite of time with Kaitlyn. While Kaitlyn was an old friend and an accomplished bitch, Brooke was someone I barely knew, bubbly and fun to be around. She wasn't as smart as Kaitlyn, but far more compassionate and just a genuine blast to hang out with, at least when she wasn't running me through the exercise ringer, and that was more often than not. She was obsessed with turning me into someone presentable by her standards, and had me jogging, bicycling and practicing yoga with her when we were together, and eating a very strict diet and working on my muscles when we weren't. I wasn't really into her trying to remake me in whatever image she had, but when I wasn't exhausted, I was starting to feel a bit better. Given a few months of this, I might've actually started to look impressive.
When she wasn't trying to exhaust me with exercise, though, she was just fucking me into oblivion. She may have looked the goody goody cheerleader, but when we were naked, she was a wildcat, taking me in all of her holes as hard as possible as often as possible and wearing as many pieces of her cheerleading uniform as possible (god only knows how many times she had to have that poor uniform washed). Brooke drained more cum from me than I knew I ever had in me and was always ready to come back for more.
Whatever I had with these two girls, I wouldn't call relationships, but it was intense, and fun, and was making for a much better senior year than I was expecting at the beginning. Even so, I did enjoy the occasional late cheerleading practices they went to, allowing me time to get caught up on the few other things that vaguely resembled my life.
If my year only involved screwing the brains out of these two girls at every chance I got, it'd have still been a busy year, but one I was sure I could manage.
The way Kaitlyn and Brooke spread the word about me in their circle, though, it was only a matter of time before things got even more complicated.
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I was getting used to getting interested and curious looks from popular girls I'd never talked to before ever since Kaitlyn and I started having sex, but it was on a Friday, two weeks to the day after this whole insane adventure with her started, that it took a turn I hadn't expected.
Or, more appropriately, two turns, though I'll get to the second one later.
The first happened when I was leaving Mrs. Lynn's AP History class. Brooke had texted me a few shots of her pussy and asshole during class, claiming they both missed me, and I had just kicked the crap out of a quiz Mrs. Lynn gave us, so I was feeling pretty good about myself. As usual, I was one of the last to leave after talking some with Mrs. Lynn about the quiz, and then as usual I rushed out of class because I wanted to get to lunch on time.
They made fresh burgers on an outside grill on Fridays, and no way was I missing out on fresh burgers.
I didn't see the hand snaking out of the utility closest next to Mrs. Lynn's classroom, but I sure as shit felt it latch onto my wrist and pull me inside. I was confused, especially when I heard the cramped closet's door lock behind me, but when the single light hanging light bulb in the room turned on, I started to understand.
My temporary kidnapper was Haley Campbell, yet another of Kaitlyn's friends and yet another of Regan Hills High School's proud Puma cheerleaders. Haley was 18 years old but built like a woman far past that point, with utterly insane tits that Brooke once told me were H cups, a narrow waist, and an ass that flared out almost wide enough to make her a perfect hourglass. She was dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans today that showed off her figure well, and with long, straight red hair, pale skin, green eyes and full red lips, she was stunningly gorgeous.
Haley was also, if possible, an even bigger bitch than Kaitlyn was before we started fucking.
"Seriously? You?" was the first thing she said to me in this closet, and if I wasn't mistaken, possibly ever. At least one on one, and not making fun of me along with Kaitlyn and the rest of her friends.
"What?" I asked.
"You're the nerd with the giant cock that Kaitlyn and Brooke keep talking about? I mean, fucking look at you, you're fucking pathetic," Haley said, her voice dripping with disgust.
I was in too good a mood to take that kind of shit. "I don't think you'd have dragged me in here if you didn't think it might've been true."
This took Haley off guard. It took me off guard, too, if I'm being honest; I don't think either of us expected me to stand up to her like this, but I was rolling with it because the look of shock on her face was entirely worth it.
"What did you say?" she asked me, narrowing her eyes.
"You heard me. You touched my cock in PE last week. You've heard what Kaitlyn and Brooke were saying, and you want a piece for yourself, don't you? That's why you dragged me in here, isn't it? Because you want some of this cock, you want it right now, and you want me to give it to you hard enough to make you scream, don't you?" I said, almost feeling I believed what I was saying.
Widening her eyes, she said, "Yeah, pretty much."
Her casual response took me off guard, and while I liked where it was leading, I wanted to see how far I could push it.
