it in my mouth.
“Oh, Ray, your big dick is barely going in, but I love it. Fuck my asshole even deeper, deeper! Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!”
I stayed bent over the couch, my skinny knees on a throw pillow I'd put under them, my bare ass stuck up in the air in an offering that couldn't be refused. And was taken seriously several times that night.
Each of them said that seeing me getting fucked in my ass by the other guy, with me loving it so much, made their own cocks get harder in record time.
And, God, I came so good! And so many times I lost count.
My asshole was filled with their cum, a sticky little river of if oozing out of my well-lubricated anus with every move I made, rivulets of drying semen streaking my bare inner thighs. This, even though I'd had each of them pull out at the last second (at least once each), to ejaculate into my mouth or my face.
And, yes, I'd had Ray pull his cock out of my tightly gripping butthole with a little sucking sound that first time he'd gotten off, to unload several erratically jetting streams of his cum onto my skimpy halter top.
It was so much, in fact, the huge wetness of it all showed even my pale pink little nipples underneath, a first for me.
It was a nice touch and I never took my cum-laden halter off that night,
I'll also admit that the purely wicked excitement of being cornholed (my new favorite word!) by my father's two best friends was about the best thing that'd ever happened to me. So far, at least.
When my dad got back on Sunday afternoon, everything was back to normal and we all acted as if he'd missed the greatest weekend anyone had ever spent at the cottage. Which, of course, was true.
It was the greatest weekend. Ever.
But we were talking about fucking, not fishing.
Double Date Daughter
What started out as the worst night of my young life ended up as the absolute best night I ever had.
Even though I was only a dumb little 8th-grader, I was going to the 10th-grade dance with Randy Johnson. He was a handsome boy two grades ahead of me who I had a huge crush on but had never been out with. I'd heard his older brother even reserved a motel room for him, for after, and I was looking forward to showing Randy just how dirty and exciting a 14-year-old girl could be.
After all, it wasn't like I was a virgin or anything.
I was the head junior varsity cheerleader, so I was blonde and pretty and perky and extremely bendy, if you know what I mean. Also, I'd heard all the 'head' cheerleader jokes, most of them not all that funny, even if essentially true-I was sort of famous around school for giving the best head ever.
Even my 7th-grade history teacher once called me 'magic mouth.'
So I admit it-I was a dirty little girl who liked dirty sex and was planning on a very fun dirty night with Randy.
Unfortunately, I'd forgotten I'd promised to go to that particular school dance with my idiot neighbor, Wilbert, the son of my mother's best friend. He was a dorky boy in the same grade as Randy, a stork-like boy who I'd been trying to avoid most of my life.
It was like he always wanted to hang around anything I was involved with, just because we'd played together as kids, a further situation I wanted no part of.
A couple of months earlier, I'd only agreed to go with him to the dance to get rid of him, without hurting his feelings. I figured I'd get out of it well before it was time to go, coming up with a good excuse.
I couldn't imagine he'd even remember it.
But there Wilbert stood, on our porch, next to my real date.
My mother, realizing immediately the truth of the matter, gave me a dirty look. My dad just shook his head and walked away. He didn't think much of Wilbert either, so always took my side.
But he was usually too tired to much argue about it.
“Pamela, why do you have two dates for the same dance?” my mom wanted to know. “Are you being purposely mean to Wilbert again?”
“Mother, please…” I shrugged. “It was, like, months ago. I completely forgot Wilbert asked me.”
She sighed at my obvious lie.
So I was trapped into doing the right thing, letting them both take me to the school dance. Randy acted like he understood, and Wilbert kept talking like nothing was all that weird about the set-up, so off we went.
I figured I'd just go along with it all until after the dance, when I'd get rid of Wilbert with an insincere little kiss and head straight to the motel for a wild night of dirty fun with Randy.
Once we were at the school auditorium, I even danced with Wilbert once, in case he decided to complain to my mom. Or to his own mother, something I knew he was likely to do if I hurt his feelings in any way.
Like I said, he was a dorky boy.
But after that one dance I gave Wilbert, I mostly snuck off down a dark hallway to drink bourbon with Randy out of paper cups and let him feel me up. My pink nipples stiffened right away when he slipped his hand into my dress and found my bare breasts, my breath catching in my throat as we feverishly French kissed.
I'd already taken off my bra and stuffed it into my purse. A few minutes later, his fingers discovered the path into my damp panties.
So I stood there, in the dark with my back against the wall, and let him explore my slickened pussy until I came. It felt so good. He knew exactly what to do with my engorged little clit. During the dance, we kept sneaking off and he made me come three times!
I couldn't wait to get to the motel to return the favor.
Anyway, every time we went back in Randy was nice enough to sneak Wilbert a drink, too. The problem with that, it turned out, was that Wilbert passed out in the car on the ride back and we couldn't drop him off in that condition. My mother, and his mother, would kill us.
So we went to the motel anyway, and left Wilbert slumped in the back seat.
In the room, Randy and I drank some more and laid on the bed in our fancy dance clothes. We kissed and felt each other all over, until we were ready to explode. Like I said, my bra was off and he sucked on my nipples and squeezed my bare tits until I was breathing really hard.
My young cunt was so wet by then my panties were one big wet spot as he slipped them off me. When he slid his fingers into my pussy, I jerked with a sweet little groan, spreading my legs for him.
He was welcome to everything I had to give.
“You're soaked,” he said, his words slurred just the slightest. “God, I've got three fingers inside of your cunt.”
“You get me so excited,” I admitted. “You can do anything to me.”
Meaning: anything.
With a knowing smile, Randy explored my cunt some more, then slipped a finger up into my taut asshole. I shook all over at the sensation, his fingers probing into my tight openings both front and back. I'd done a lot of anal sex when I was younger, before I was on birth control and so I wouldn't get pregnant, and I loved every bit of it.
Like I admitted, I was a dirty little girl.
I could actually come just getting fucked in the ass. Which was a little something I expected to show my date before the night was over. But first, it was time to prove my reputation as 'head' cheerleader.
Meaning: using my magic mouth.
I unzipped Randy's pants and took out his stiff and madly throbbing cock.
It already had a tiny trickle of clear liquid running out of it, Randy so close to simply exploding that I quickly put my mouth on it. I wanted to give him all the lewd pleasure I could. I also began rapidly jacking him off, and using my moist tongue at the same time, the way I knew all boys loved it.
