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.
But not surprisingly, after all that pent-up excitement at the dance, he shot off in my mouth as soon as I started.
“Oh, man, Pam,” he blurted, filling my mouth to overflowing. “Sorry-it just feels too fantastic to hold back!”
Even with me swallowing as much as I could, gulping it down, really, the excess of his warm cum ran down my chin and over my fingers. And then, spent, he kind of slumped down on the bed from all that drinking, too.
At that point, I was so hot, I could've lit a bonfire with my 14-year-old cunt.
But Randy needed a rest and the next thing you know, Wilbert was banging on the door, saying he needed to use the bathroom or he would piss in the car. Talk about a lesson on too much drinking.
I let Wilbert in, and he was still pretty drunk, but then he made it to the bathroom and I heard him stumbling around after he closed the door. It sounded like he'd knocked something over.
“What are you doing in there?” I wanted to know, annoyed as always with that boy. “If you break anything, Wilbert, you'll have to pay for it.”
But then he came out, a little shaky and uncertain where he was, with his cock standing straight up out of his zipper. And I could tell he was almost in tears, though my attention was very much riveted to his rock-hard penis.
I could not look away from it.
“I can't go,” he complained. “I had to pee so bad, it made me too hard to go. And now I can't get it down.”
All I could do was continue to stare.
Because against all my expectations, Wilbert was very, very big!
Seriously. His stiff cock was like an upright table leg and staring at it like that made my legs get all weak. If I was wet before, in fact, I was just about gushing at the wondrous sight before me.
Randy wasn't paying much attention so I hopped up, walked over and took Wilbert's rigid cock in my hand and led him back over to the edge of the bed. And I sat there and sucked him where he stood, with Randy's cum still drying on my chin.
“I can't believe you're doing this…” the tall boy blubbered, his need for me to simply like him more than apparent. “Pam, I think-”
“Just be quiet, Wilbert,” I told him. “Or you can try sucking your own cock to make it go down…”
That shut him up.
Actually, I loved the feel and the taste of Wilbert's big cock in my mouth, the huge smooth tip of it, the throbbing shaft with all those pulsing veins. I was swallowing as much of the length as I could with every bob of my blonde head.
I even loved the subtle taste of what I called his 'before-cum' that kept oozing from the little slit at the end, spreading out against my tongue.
Wilbert stood there, in kind of a daze, while I gave him probably his first ever blow job. And the best he'd ever have, I knew. But then I decided I had an even better use to put his magnificent cock to, so I pulled him down onto the bed.
Still drunk enough after all the bourbon Randy had given him, the dorky boy I'd avoided for so long fell onto his back, his erection sticking out of his pants with no sign of abatement.
“Don't say a goddamn word,” I told him, and meant it. “Not a fucking word.”
I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it to the floor, then straddled him, my bare young cheerleader thighs gripping his narrow hips. With my hand, I guided his huge standing cock up into my pussy.
It was so thick, his throbbing cock, it took a real effort to push my cunt all the way down onto it, even as wet and slippery as I was.
“Oh, God…” he got out, but went dead silent at my sudden look, only adding, “Right, right, no words.”
When I started pumping my hips, and fucking myself on the biggest and best cock I'd ever had, Wilbert sort of sobered up.
But he sure didn't try to stop me.
In fact, while I slid my cunt up and down on his cock, my strong young thighs working fervently in an effort to take every inch of it repeatedly into me, he began thrusting up into me from below.
It didn't take long before his exploring hands started to squeeze my bare ass and, with a little guidance from me, for his long fingers to finally find their way deeply into my asshole.
“Fingerfuck my butthole,” I breathed to him. “Just do it.”
And I was soon insane with the unexpected pleasure of it all, my heart pounding away in my chest, my breathing so ragged I was afraid of simply running out of oxygen and passing out on top of the boy.
I fucked him like we were the last couple on the face of the earth, utterly lost in the spasming sensation between my legs.
“Fuck me, Wilbert,” I started groaning, unbelievably. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me to death, goddamn it! Ohhhh, God, it's so good in my cunt! Fuck me even harder!”
My escalating moans and panting and sharp cries urging the boy under me on to an ever greater effort finally caused Randy to stir. He half-sat with a look of such surprise at seeing me fuck Wilbert that I actually laughed.
I thought he'd be mad as hell, but his own cock stood straight up again at the sight of us so enthusiastically going at it.
I was pumping my bare ass as if I was on fire, driving myself down onto Wilbert's hard cock, my pussy so slippery and tight our fucking made the wettest fucking noises I'd ever heard.
And my real date for the dance clearly didn't want to miss out. He actually stood up and tentatively smiled: may I have the next fuck?