I'm not really a tomboy, but I've always loved fishing. Especially up at our cottage on Clear Lake. My mom hated the place, so mostly it was my dad and me and his friends, Jack and Ray, who'd go up.
I loved it.
I only had two more weeks of the 5th-grade before summer and we all headed up for the weekend on Friday afternoon. As soon as we'd unpacked, though, my father got an emergency call and had to go right back to his office. This happened about once a week at his company, always some kind of urgent problem that apparently only my father could fix.
“Amber, do you want to ride back with me or stay fishing with Jack and Ray?” my dad asked. I loved my dad, but there was no way I was leaving. “If you stay,” he went on, “I'll come back on Sunday morning so I can get some fishing in before we all have to head back.”
“You know I'm staying,” I laughed. “Jack and Ray can protect me from any wild animals.”
At 11-years old, I was only 4'10” and 89 skinny pounds, and it was unlikely there was anything outside bigger than a raccoon to be scared of, but being protected by my dad's two best friends sounded like a great idea to me.
In truth, I had a giant crush on both of them.
“I'll be fine,” I said.
“Right,” my dad nodded. And to them, he said, half-kidding, “Just don't let her drink any more beer.”
Ray had given me several sips of his beer a few weeks earlier and none of us had heard the end of it yet. I didn't even like the taste, to be honest, but it'd made my head spin in an oddly fun way.
Anyway, I knew my dad was just being my dad, looking out for me like that.
“Daddy, I'll stick with cranberry juice,” I promised.
He just gave me a look.
Like I said, I'd always had a schoolgirl's crush on Jack and Ray and I flirted like crazy with both of them, mostly right out in the open, which my father always took for youthful playfulness.
Of course, he was wrong-I was a lot more mature, sexually, than he imagined, and would willingly have made out with either one of his friends.
I masturbated every night thinking about one or the other doing the filthiest things to me, at least doing whatever I could imagine at that young age. Or sometimes I fantasized about both of them, like in the sex videos my girlfriends and I'd sneak looks at on the Internet.
Jack and Ray taking turns on me, I mean.
So that's where my little head was at.
“Okay,” my dad finally nodded, heading out the door. “You guys take good care of my little princess…”
“Got it,” Jack waved. “You'll get her back in one piece.”
Ray waved too, but he was already disappearing through the kitchen doorway for another beer. He was always in the mood for another beer. Yet he never seemed at all drunk.
Of course, maybe I'd just never seen him sober, so couldn't tell.
I was in skimpy cotton shorts and a little halter top with no bra, having no real boobs to be hiding, anyway. And I kept flirting like crazy, all the rest of Friday afternoon, both out on the lake in our pontoon boat and back on shore.
My shorts were not only skimpy, they were those little clingy ones, the kind with a seam up the middle that separated the cheeks of a girl's butt. And I made certain to show myself to best advantage. Especially on the pontoon boat, where I did a lot of bending over and stretching for things like the tackle box or the bait.
I guess I was practicing my emerging feminine wiles. And measuring my own sexual charms at the same time.
“Were you staring at my butt?” I accused Jack at one point, straightening with a wriggling worm in my hand. I didn't have any real breasts yet, but I knew my clingy shorts showed off my firmly rounded little ass to perfection. “Or just trying to see up my shorts?”
“You're insane,” Jack laughed. “Little girl, that worm you're holding has a better butt than you do.”
I gave him a pouty look.
“That's because you haven't seen it up close,” I told him. “Or with my shorts off.”
Ray looked over at that, then just shook his head.
“Keep fishing,” Jack told me, looking away. But I could tell he was smiling. “Your father doesn't want us looking at your butt, anyway.”
“Like I'd tell him,” I said, putting the worm on my hook. “Whatever happens on the boat, stays on the boat. Except when one of you pees off the side, thinking no one can see-some old lady on shore's probably getting all worked up watching your wieners through binoculars.”
“That's funny,” Ray said.
“Thanks,” I told him. “I try to be.”
“Wieners,” Jack laughed. “Is that what kids your age call them?”
I just shrugged my narrow shoulders.
“I could tell you what we really call them,” I told him. “But then you'd have to wash my mouth out with soap. That's what my dad always says if I use a dirty word, like cock…”
“Damn,” Ray laughed. “Amber, you really are a funny kid.”
“Thanks again,” I nodded. “I appreciate your appreciation.”
“But you really shouldn't use a word like that.”
“I know. Sorry.”
Ray was a great guy, after all, and I'd nightly imagined doing some great dirty stuff with him, too, but I'd still always liked Jack best.
Jack was in his late 30's, like my dad, about six feet tall and handsome, in a rugged way. He was married and he didn't say much, but I could always tell that he liked me, especially whenever we wrestled around. By that I mean: I could tell by the bulge in his jeans.
That was mostly when my dad wasn't around and I'd just jump right on top of Jack, landing in his lap or on his back, hanging onto him while we both laughed like crazy. He always called me a 'spider monkey' as he tried getting free of me.
And I always ended up breathing hard.
Of course, during our playful wrestling, I was always sure to wrap my skinny legs around one of his, sort of humping his leg and somehow pressing my elbow or my knee or my forearm into his crotch, accidentally on purpose. I'd felt the shifting hardness of his erection through his pants more than once.
But I'd always apologize with an embarrassed little laugh, and grab onto him in a more appropriate place.
“You're impossible!” he'd laugh, trying to pry me loose, his hands often ending up on my little butt or even between my legs as I squirmed and held on for dear life. “Oops, sorry, Amber!”
“Don't touch me there!” I'd laugh right back. “That's one of my good spots-you're getting me all excited.”
And my panties would be thoroughly soaked in the crotch by then.
“Are you going to leave your wife and marry my when I turn 16?” I'd always ask him, giving him a look that meant I was kidding, but maybe not so much. “I think I'd make a great wife.”
He'd give me a look, but usually ask, “Amber, why would you be a great wife? Are you a good cook?”
“You know I'm not,” I laughed. “I mean in the bedroom.”
“Making the bed?”
“No. You know.”
“I don't know,” he'd insist, like daring me to say it. His gray eyes would be smiling at me. “Sweeping and dusting in the bedroom, you mean?”
Pure shyness on my part always caused me to break up giggling and never quite answer, both of us kidding each other that way but knowing exactly what we really meant: sex.
Just good clean sex, between a fully grown man and a little schoolgirl who thought about it constantly. Dreamed of it, even. Fingerfucked herself over it.
And always wanted it.
At the cottage that late afternoon, after we got back from fishing, and having the same back-and-forth kidding conversation with Jack about why I'd be a great wife, I looked around first.
To make sure Ray couldn't overhear.
And then-with a burst of sheer nerve-I said it.
“Not sweeping or dusting. Fucking.”
And Jack just about had a heart attack right in front of my eyes, the shock on his face almost comical. It was as if the world stopped spinning for him right then, a huge dead spot opening in place of the life we were both so easily living only a moment before.
A black hole, actually, that he could easily fall into with horrible consequences if he wasn't super-careful.
I'd stunned him that much.
“Amber!”
“Didn't you think I knew that word?” I asked him, all little-girl innocent. “Fucking? Or knew how to do it?”
He just shook his head.
“Amber, you're a sweet young virgin and you know it,” he said to me. “No way a kid your age has done that.”
I just shrugged and looked away, without really answering. But then Ray walked in, killing that particular line of conversation. He, of course, had another cold can of beer in his hand.
“Hey,” he said, looking to each of us. “You both look guilty.”
I laughed.
“Jack told me a dirty joke,” I said. “With the word fucking in it-”
“What?!” Ray looked shocked. He'd never heard me use that word either and couldn't believe Jack would say it in front of me. “Jesus, Jack, she's just a kid-she's still in elementary school, in the 5th-grade.”
“I'll be a 6th-grader,” I corrected him. “In the fall. And I did already say cock in front of you both.”
“Right. But you're still just a kid.”
Ray was good-looking, too, a little shorter and heavier than Jack, and a lot more talkative. But Jack was ready to defend himself. He gave me a dirty look, then turned back to his friend.
“I'm not an idiot,” Jack told him. “Amber said it, not me.”
“No, she didn't.”
“She did. I swear, Ray, she said fucking, just like that.”
And he snapped his fingers, as if to demonstrate how easily I'd said it. That worst of all dirty words. Except for maybe cunt. In any case, I was highly amused at their argument by then.
“You guys!” I laughed. “I may be a stupid little kid, but I know what fucking is-a girl in my grade already got pregnant. A girl my age, named Mary.”
That shut them both up.
“Seriously?” Jack asked me. “Man, that's messed up.”
I nodded in agreement.
“It sure is,” I said. Then looked to both of them. “All the girls in my class know how to not get pregnant, so it was stupid on Mary's part.”
“Right,” Ray nodded. “Just don't do sex.”
I exhaled slowly, like I was dealing with a couple of idiots. “No, Ray, I mean having sex, fucking, but not getting pregnant.”
They both looked to me then, shocked all over again but clearly intrigued by the direction the conversation was heading-and uncertain whether to pursue it. After all, Ray was right. I was just a little kid, still in elementary school.
And my father was their best friend.
But, finally, taking another sip of beer, Ray asked, “Okay, so how do girls in your class have sex but not get pregnant? In case I ever meet a girl in your class.”
And he looked to Jack with a smirk, his idea of being hilarious.
“Ray, you're not as funny as you think,” I told him. “There's another girl in my class who had sex with two of our teachers, a man and a woman teacher, both just as old as you are.”
They got very quiet at that.
“You're lying,” Jack finally said. “You're making up stuff to shock us. I know you, Amber-you think it's real funny.”
“I'm serious,” I told him, then looked to them both. “They'd take her into the teacher's lounge after everybody was gone. And they'd both use their mouths on her, and she'd do it to them.”
“This is crazy,” Jack said. “A little 5th-grader?”
Ray waved for him to just listen, but I nodded: yes, a little 5th-grader.
“And while the woman teacher licked her in front, between her legs, the man teacher screwed her, fucked her, in her asshole-so she wouldn't get pregnant. That's how the girls in my grade do it.”
They were both stunned into silence, clearly disturbed by the story I'd just told them, an absolutely true one, by the way. About me, of course. I folded my arms in front of me and nodded, as if I'd just proved I was no little liar.
To be certain they knew it, though, I added a final touch.
“Mary got pregnant because she used her… pussy for sex, instead of her butthole, the way the smarter girls do.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jack breathed. “This is unbelievable.”
Ray was nodding, yet still drinking his beer.
“Jack, we need to tell somebody,” he finally said. “About those two teachers, doing that to the little girl…”
I suddenly realized I'd said far too much.
“No!” I told them. “I promised her I'd never tell. And she really liked doing it. In fact, she told me she loved it. They made her have one orgasm after another.”
“Amber,” Jack started, as serious as I'd ever seen him. “You have to tell us who it is, so we can report it. It's just not right-”
But I was shaking my head.
“No, no, no,” I said. “She's one of my best friends. And she's no little virgin-she's been with almost every boy in our class, using her mouth, too. Plus, I know she got the teachers to do it to her, not the other way around.”
“That can't be true,” Jack insisted. “But it doesn't matter who started it-”
“It does matter,” I insisted right back. “Anyway, I'll never tell, so we should just talk about something else. Like, are we going to be drinking any beer tonight? I don't like the taste, but I like the way it made me feel…and if I drink enough, maybe I'll slip and tell you her name.”
And Jack and Ray exchanged a look at that. One I really couldn't read.
Much later that night, after dark, they did let me drink beer with them.
And they did try to get me talking again, about all the sex stuff going on at my school, still trying, I was certain, to get the girl's name.
Without realizing-it was mine.
“I still can't believe girls in your grade do anal sex,” Jack started, sitting across from me in one of the two recliners. I was cross-legged on the couch, sipping slowly at my first can of beer. Almost half of it was already gone. “It's too far out there to be real,” he added.
“I feel a little wobbly,” I admitted, holding up my beer.
I was still in my clingy shorts and halter top, barefooted, and I was sitting back in a way that gave both Jack and Ray, sitting in the other recliner, a very good view of my gently bulging crotch.
Unless I was mistaken, they both were taking secret little looks at it.
Whether it was the drinking or my sexually-charged stories, I couldn't tell, but the atmosphere in the cottage had definitely changed.
And, having gotten rid of my panties an hour or so before, my clingy shorts clearly showed the not-so-subtle indentation of my slit, the darkening moist spot at the bottom of it becoming slowly more obvious.
Displaying myself that way was getting me increasingly more excited. And exceptionally wet.
“What were we talking about again?” I asked, a little fuzzy. “Anal sex? Or was it about all the blow jobs the 5th-grader girls hand out?”
“Those little girls do blow jobs, too?” Ray wanted to know. “Goddamn it, I sure went to the wrong school at the wrong time!”
I just laughed.
“Not all the girls,” I clarified. “But more than you'd believe. If a girl likes a boy, she'll suck him off without a second thought.”
Jack took a long sip of his beer.
“Suck his wiener, you mean?” he asked with a smile.
“His cock,” I corrected. “His dick. Either one. Most of the girls really like sucking a boy's cock, even when he goes off while she's doing it. Then she brags about it forever, that she made him come in her mouth.”
I guess I was rambling.
Ray wanted to know, “So the girl doing the teacher-she sucks all the boys whenever, and lets boys screw her in her ass, too?”
I had to think about how to answer.
“She loves doing it,” I told them. “Even with boys she doesn't like all that much. She loves giving out blow jobs and getting screwed in the butt. She just loves guy's cocks, in her mouth or wherever. We all do.”
And that's when it got so quiet I could actually hear the crickets outside and it wasn't even the middle of the night yet. There might've been one lonely cricket out there. But I could hear him.
I could also hear Jack's breath sort of catch in his throat.
“Amber!” he half sat up, out of his recliner. “You do all that stuff, too?”
I just looked to him as if I suddenly didn't understand, as if I was a little too drunk to know what he'd asked or, more importantly, what I'd just admitted to. I shrugged with a nervous little laugh, than took a bigger sip of my beer.
“I know where my dad keeps his secret porn,” I told them, instead of admitting anything further. “Let's get it out. It always gets me all crazy. Wow, my head is spinning!”
It was Ray's turn to be shocked.
“Amber, you look at your father's porn collection?”
I nodded with a silly little grin.
“It makes me all tingly in my good parts,” I said. “Then I have to squeeze myself at night until I have an orgasm. My pussy. It's the only way I can go to sleep-”
My God, I was spilling my guts, as they say.
“This is getting way too weird,” Jack said slowly, and closed his eyes. “Maybe it's all just a dream.”
“It does seem like a dream,” Ray agreed. “We're talking dirty with a little 11-year-old girl who gives out blow jobs, gets screwed in the butt and masturbates looking at her dad's porn. Unreal.”
I shook my head, definitely feeling the effect of the beer.
“No, it's real,” I told them.
Yet ironically I was feeling very dreamy and unreal indeed.
“And to prove it,” I went on, “I'll give one of you a blow job while the other one screws me in my ass-and then you can change places. I don't mind tasting my own butt on a dick. I've done it before. But first, let's look at my dad's porn collection to really get me going.”
And I took another sip of beer.
I guess I was done being shy about it.
My father's hidden porn collection was a stack of old but full-color Color Climax fuck magazines and a lot of Polaroid pictures of women and men in every sort of sexual position imaginable. I'd found the entire stash under a couple of loose floorboards a year or so earlier, but I'd kept it to myself.
My mother or father wasn't in any of the pictures, so I figured he must have bought them from somewhere because they were very professional.
It'd gotten a little awkward that night, after my blunt offer to Jack and Ray, though I could tell they knew it was genuine enough. Still, after I brought out the porn collection, we all sat at the kitchen table and spread everything out, each of us a comfortable distance from the others.
Like I said, awkward. For them, mostly.
But I was starting my second can of beer, so I was pretty relaxed myself about the whole thing.
“Which of these pictures get you the most excited?” Jack wanted to know.
I shrugged with a sly little smile and pushed one of the fuck magazines to him, open to a brightly colored spread with two men screwing a girl in her pussy and her asshole at the same time.
Their cocks were huge and shiny with the girl's juices.
“Two guys on one girl always makes me excited,” I said, with a quick look at each of them. “I think it looks like so much fun. I also like the ones where the guy's cum shoots out, the more the better.”
Ray had been quietly studying the pictures, looking down for the longest time, but he finally looked up and over to me. He cleared his throat, suddenly seeming to be very nervous about our surprising and unexpected situation.
“Have you done many of these things with boys yet?” he wanted to know. “From what you said earlier, I'm thinking you have.”
I nodded finally.
“A lot of boys like me, even older boys,” I admitted. “So I suck them, sometimes because I like them back, but mostly because it's fun. My girlfriends all do it, too. It's just not a big deal to us.”
Ray slowly shook his head.
“I still can't believe it,” he said slowly. “You're the sweetest little kid we ever knew and you're doing all this sex stuff already. It doesn't seem real. And your dad would have a heart attack if he knew.”
“No kidding,” Jack threw in.
I just shrugged again.
“So let's not tell him,” I said. “I've been making myself come since I was even younger and the first time a boy screwed me in my butt, I had an orgasm because he kept squeezing my pussy, too.”
“Jesus…” Jack breathed. “You're an 11-year-old adult.”
I just laughed.
“That's perfect,” I told him. “Think of me that way while you fuck me in the ass. And, by the way, here's my pussy.”
So I stood up beside the table, pushed my shorts down, and showed them.
I was back to sitting on the couch but was naked from the waist down, my bare feet on the carpeted floor and my skinny legs spread apart.
My little cunt was very, very wet, dripping even, the merest hint of my brand new pubic hair just fine (almost invisible) tiny curls at the very top of my pink slit. My clit had always been prominent, and was even more so at the moment, the acutely-sensitive little bead peeking out from beneath the slick fold of flesh protecting it.
I was so sexually aroused I could barely breathe, my heartbeat growing steadily quicker, my entire young body trembling.
Jack was in front of me, kneeling between my bare thighs.
He put his hands on my narrow shoulders and gently pulled me forward, then kissed me, a grown-up kiss, his tongue finding mine easily enough when I didn't resist. We kissed until we were both breathing even harder and a little shakier.
He then pulled away from me, dropped down and began kissing my bare inner thighs. His hands spread my legs wider apart and made me tingle with even more mounting excitement.
I was just about crazed with everything going on.
“Lick my pussy, Jack,” I urged him. “Make me come with your mouth.”
He gave me a crooked smile, then obliged, licking his way right into my wet pussy, while I squirmed all over the place. I scooted my bare butt forward on the couch, right to the edge of the cushion, so he could get at me better, while his tongue probed deeply into my tight 11-year-old cunt.
And then he licked up and down my slit.
“You taste so young,” he laughed. “Your pussy's so sweet!”
“I am young,” I told him. “And sweet.”
And he then fastened his lips onto my clit, sucking at me gently until I was panting and working my hips in a short little jerky circle. I was soon so close to getting that first orgasm of the night I was swallowing hard and breathing yet harder.
“Oh, Jack!” I moaned, my pussy so filled with juicy lubrication it was almost gushing. “Yes, yes, like that! Keep sucking on my clit! I love it so much!”
When I came, he worked his finger up my puckered little asshole, probing into me back there, and I came almost immediately again at that sensation, two orgasms in a quick row.
I'd used my little asshole for so much sex over the last two years, I could come with any attention at all back there. And getting it from one of my father's best friends, who I'd so often masturbated over, was a real added treat to me.
And it was great fun knowing Ray was watching the entire time, as if Jack and I were putting on an actual porno video for him, except we were doing it in person, like a live sex show.
Plus I knew Ray was next.
Then, after two orgasms and lying back and catching my breath with my skinny bare legs splayed open, I told them both they could do anything they wanted to me. I meant it, front, back, up down or sideways. Whatever.
Exactly the way the other girls in my class, at my same young age, thought.
Being sexually available these days was sort of expected of us.
“I want to eat your pussy, too,” Ray said then.
So I got up and walked over to where he'd been sitting on the floor, watching Jack and I going at it, orally, at least. And I squatted down on his face, ending up on my knees as he began licking up into me.
Licking into my cunt.
I was staring at Ray's big hard-on and the word big was right.
It was more thick than anything else, and visibly throbbing from where I sat, that large vein or whatever on the underside pulsing away, all while I was getting eagerly licked.
Jack then walked up to us and, without a word, or his pants, simply put the swollen head of his cock into my mouth.
He had a very long but thin cock, about 9” when hard, easily the longest I'd ever seen. And while Ray continued licking up into my slippery young pussy from below, I sucked Jack's dick, and rapidly jacked him off with my slender hand, until he shot off in my mouth.
“Oh, God, Amber!” was what he said as he came.
I managed to swallow most of it, his cum, at least two warm mouthfuls, but a lot went down my chin and all over my halter top.
“You better take that off,” Jack advised me, after. “It's got my cum all over it.”
I gave him an almost shy little smile.
Ray was still hungrily sucking and licking at my pussy.
“I want to keep it on,” I told Jack. “I like having your cum all over it. And I want Ray's cum on there, too. I'm going to hide it in my bag and take it to school Monday. To show my girlfriends.”
“Jesus,” Jack sighed, but didn't argue about it. “The world has definitely changed since I was a mere boy.”
“Amen,” Ray added from below, excited but, somehow, it seemed, disgusted just a little. “I do love your cunt, though, Amber.”
Anyway, to make a long, exciting and extremely pleasurable story a little shorter, both of them finally screwed me in my butt because, well, because I really didn't want to get pregnant.
I had way too much dirty fun ahead of me to get all tied up and tied down in life like that. At least, not at my young age.
To start, I got on my elbows and knees, bent over the front of the couch, where Jack spread apart the cheeks of my bare butt and licked up and down my butt-crack. Ray was back to sitting on the floor, continuing to watch, his big stiff cock still throbbing in his hand.
He hadn't come yet, but I was still in my cum-stained halter top and I still wanted Ray's spurting cum on it, too. Just so the girls at school could see for themselves. I was betting he'd come a huge load of it, when he did finally ejaculate, getting himself all worked up as he was.
When Jack, still holding me open back there with his fingers, started licking all around my throbbing little asshole and then into it, too, I almost came right then and there.
Seriously.
My fingers almost went straight to my clit to finish what he'd started. But I held back, as I often do, knowing that building up to a far better climax was sometimes worth the wait.
Who'd have guessed? Girls at my young age usually only understood instant gratification.
Then Jack put a bunch of flavored lubrication into my asshole, squirting it out from the little tube I always carried in my small purse. He again fingered my butt, using two fingers, to get it all inside of me.
In my rectum, I guess. Hey, I'd been to health class, so I knew all the proper words. I just preferred using the dirty ones.
Jack was the one I let screw me in the butt first because he had the skinnier cock. And that was the smarter way to start, I knew.
“Are you ready, Amber?” he asked, his strong hands holding onto my bare young hips as he knelt behind me. “I hope you can handle this.”
I gave him a look over my shoulder.
“I can handle it,” I told him. “I just hope you can, butt-fucking a sweet 11-year-old in her precious little asshole.”
“Amber…” he said, suddenly all nervous. “What do you mean…?”
“I'm just fucking with you,” I promised. “I'll bet I want this even more than you do. And even more than Ray does.”
“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.