“Hey,” Ray gave me a nod.
He still had his thick cock in his hand, sort of very slowly squeezing and pulling at it, and I knew he was looking forward to finally unloading all the cum in his very hairy balls straight up my little-girl butthole.
Even though I had an entirely different place (my halter top!) for it all to finally end up on. We'd see, I guess.
It made me all shaky when the entire head of Jack's cock slipped into me, stretching my asshole open, and then I gasped with the sensation when he pressed himself forward. At least another 2” or so of his cock speared up me, slowly pushing itself inside of me.
The flavored lubrication stuff really worked.
“That's fantastic,” I moaned softly, not wanting to scare Jack off. “Your cock's throbbing away in my butt. I can feel it and I love it!”
“Can you come like this?” Jack asked me, but I knew he knew the answer to that one. “Just being cornholed like this?”
“God, yes,” I breathed to him. Then, “Is this called being cornholed? I didn't know that. Wait until I tell my friends…!”
Jack's grip on my bare hips suddenly got a little tighter.
“Please don't mention my name,” he asked me, dead serious. “Or Ray's either. Not to anyone, anytime, not ever. Okay?”
I smiled at his concern, then tightened the little slippery ring of muscle that was my anus around his cock.
He jerked at the sensation, as I knew he would, his dick jerking as well, and then I pushed my bare little ass back into his crotch so that the rest of his cock slid fully into me.
“I'd never tell,” I promised the man. “Never. Hey, I didn't tell either of you the names of the two teachers that did me in the teacher's lounge after school, did I? I know how to keep a big secret, especially a dirty one.”
Both Jack and Ray seemed to freeze in place at my admission, about the two teachers, that is, but apparently, after a long moment, just shook off the information. They'd probably guessed it was me, anyway.
“Fuck my asshole, please,” I asked Jack softly. “If you don't mind, please fuck the shit out of me. You're in the right spot, after all.”
And from that minute forward, I got almost non-stop sex from the two of them, Jack fucking my tight, hot, slippery asshole so hard I started coming and almost never stopped.
I guess they were finally taking me seriously, after all.
It took Ray a little longer to get his thicker cock up my asshole, even with all the lubrication and Jack's cum up there, but he managed. I loved getting it worked into me, his dick up my butt like that, with Ray and I both shaking so hard as it slowly went in I was afraid he might just drop dead of a surprise heart attach.
But he didn't, instead fucking my narrow little butt so hard and fast and deep I could almost taste the head of 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.