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.
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?
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.