But I knew I could do better than that.
“Randy, fuck me in the mouth,” I told him. “And then you can trade places with Wilbert. And both of you have to fuck my asshole before we're done. I want to do everything!”
Meaning: everything.
And that's exactly what we did.
Randy put his cock in my mouth while I kept fucking Wilbert and I sucked him until he shot off down my throat again, his cock once more jerking out so much hot cum I had to swallow twice.
It turned out Wilbert wasn't such a dork after all.
They both took turns on me, and in me, in every position we could think of.
Wilbert's cock stayed hard even after the first time he came, and even after he finally got to pee (with me aiming it into the toilet for him). And after his dick finally went soft, it quickly got hard all over again.
And again. And again.
He was like a sex maniac, which I always love in a guy.
Randy fucked me in the ass first, with some flavored sex lube he'd brought along because he was such an optimist. Or was so sure I was a total slut.
I didn't care. I wanted sex in every one of my holes and I got it.
He licked my asshole first, sticking his tongue in and out of it, then pushed his cock up my asshole while I was on my hands and knees sucking Wilbert again. Then he butt-fucked me so hard I came almost at once, He pounded his cock into me and then came himself when my little anus tightened around it.
“Ohhh, I'm coming,” I moaned softly, feeling his semen warmly filling my clenching rectum. “Fuck my asshole harder, Randy! Do it even harder! I love it in the butt!”
And I did, and I still do.
So then it was Wilbert's turn at my bare ass.
Even as excited as I was, with all that lube and cum already in my asshole, it was a very fun effort getting that huge cock into my sweet little butt. He got the swollen head in first, after a lot of laughing and trying, and then-with an almost superhuman thrust-the entire shaft of it finally slid wetly into my ass.
“Ohhhhh, it's so huge!” I gasped. “Now fuck me like you always wanted to, Wilbert! Just fuck the living shit out of me!”
And that's exactly what he did.
It felt so good I thought I'd burst, especially when Randy got under me and began sucking at my clit at the same time.
My God, I was getting it front and back, a huge cock in my ass and a hot mouth on my clit, about the best combination a young girl could ask for. And when I started coming, I kept going and going for an impossibly long time.
Talk about multiple orgasms!
The two of them wrung me out like a wet towel, fucking me so much and so hard that I could barely stand up when it was finally time to go home and face my sure-to-be pissed-off parents.
We all got back home at around 4:00 am, Randy apologizing like crazy about the late hour, yet my parents were worried but surprisingly reasonable. They figured nothing too wild had happened with my dorky neighbor boy Wilbert along as a chaperone of sorts.
Little did they know.
It's funny, though, because after that night Randy and Wilbert and I seemed to get together a lot.
Of course, there was a little more to the story that same night, but I had to wait until my mother went to bed to finish it.
“What really happened tonight?” my father wanted to know. “Pam, you can tell me everything…”
“I know, Daddy.”
He and I were sitting side by side on the couch in the front room, both listening carefully for my mom's footsteps, just in case she came back down the stairs before we were finished.
“Daddy, they both fucked me to death,” I whispered to him.
His robe was open, he was naked under it, and I was slowly jacking him off. His cock was as stiff as ever, always harder for a daughter (he'd once explained to me) due to the illicit nature of the act.
“Wilbert's cock is even bigger than yours,” I told him. “It's the biggest one I've ever seen. And he fucked me again and again.”
My father nodded, definitely picturing the scene.
“What about your new friend, Randy?” he asked. “I think you said they both fucked you.”
I had my dress still on but unbuttoned all the way, my father's large hands roaming around inside of it. He was gently exploring my naked young body. When his fingers slid down from my bare tits and finally into my pussy, I spread my legs for him like the very good daughter I'd always been.
We'd been playing dirty sex games since I was a horny little 9-year-old.
“I'm so full of cum,” I told him. “Randy almost passed out, but when he saw I was fucking Wilbert so good, he joined right in.”
“God, you're the best daughter ever,” he told me, his standing cock so hard in my hand I thought he'd ejaculate any second. “But let's get down on the floor so I can fuck you.”
So we slid down onto the floor.
My father pulled an old bath towel out from under the couch where he'd hidden it earlier. We both knew I'd get so wet, and was filled with so much cum, that we had to protect the carpet.
Or my mom would find out. And kill us.
“Don't come on my dress,” I asked him, lying on the floor with my bare ass on the bath towel and my legs spread wide open. “It's new.”
My dad got between my legs and, already breathing unevenly with his excitement, he guided his stiffened cock into my 14-year-old pussy. The gushy wet sound it made going into me, the residue of Wilbert's and Randy's semen still inside of me, got both of us even more worked up.
“I love fucking you when you're full of cum,” he'd told me many times, which was why we always did it right after every date I went on. My mother still had no clue. “It feels so dirty and it makes your cunt so damn wet and slippery in there.”
“It feels so dirty to me, too,” I told him, swallowing hard at the sparks igniting in my pussy when he started thrusting his cock into me. “That's what I love, dirty sex, the dirtier the better.”
And I did love dirty sex, that was true. And what could be dirtier than letting your own dad fuck you when you were so full of cum it oozed out of your cunt with his every thrust?
“Oh, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely to him, urging him on. “Fuck their cum right out of me! Faster, Daddy, fuck me faster!”
There was only one thing that might make it even dirtier for me.
“Daddy, my asshole's all sensitive and throbbing, too…after you fuck me, will you lick my butt out for me while I finger myself? It always makes me come so good…I love having your tongue up there.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he agreed. “Anything for my sweet doll-face.”
See?
I told you I was a dirty little girl.
Spin The Bottle
“Okay, calm down,” I said, mainly addressing the two new kids I was watching. As their babysitter, it was my job to entertain them, as well as to keep amused the three energetic children I usually watched. “Let's play spin-the-bottle…”
I was met with dead silence.
They were all young, from 8-years-old to a very mature 11-year-old, two girls and three boys, and had obviously never heard of the game. I had five pairs of bright eyes looking to me expectantly, two from the couch and three from the floor, all of them uncertain what I was talking about.
“It's a kissing game,” I continued.
At that, the three Armbruster kids I always sat for burst out with, “Yes! A kissing game!”
They knew exactly what that really meant.
A naked sex game.
At 15-years-old in the 9th-grade at St. Katherine's Academy, I was the babysitter of choice in our well-to-do neighborhood. I was a straight-A honor student, a volunteer at the local YWCA for troubled preteen girls, and a slender bouncy cheerleader with long blonde hair and solid, very grown-up breasts.