What the fuck is it with guys and Korn? My stupid boyfriend Todd is so into that band that he is like a cult member or something. His bedroom is a shrine to everything Korn-related, with posters covering all four walls. The group’s logo is stuck on everything from his baseball cap to his backpack. And he’s not alone. It seems like most of the guys in my graduating class at high school are Kornheads. I don’t get it.
I probably would have ditched him for somebody with better taste in music by now if he didn’t have such a big, fat dick. Hey, we’re both eighteen, don’t get all agitated. We still both live with our ‘rents, but come summer, we want to get a place together and tell this whole shitty town to fuck off.
Last week I was over at Todd’s house. We were up in his room together while his mom was on her computer downstairs, as usual. Todd thinks she spends a lot of time in cybersex chat rooms. His dad split last year to move in with his secretary. Life’s a bitch.
So anyhow, I’m on my knees in bed, leaning way over to suck Todd’s big dick. He is sitting back against the pillows. He has that goddamned Follow the Leader CD going full-blast. My spread ass is facing the speakers, which are at the foot of his bed. The bass and drums are so loud that they are making my asshole throb. To be honest, it felt kind of good.
Todd and I have done just about everything in bed that two horny eighteen-year-olds can think up, which does not leave too much out. Except for one thing, that is. He could finger and lick my asshole all he wanted, but I always told him to keep that monster dick of his away from it.
Whenever he brought up the subject of sticking his boner up my butt, I would tell him to be satisfied with either my pussy or my mouth. He would pout a little, but he always got over it. Guys his age are not really too picky, so long as they get to come someplace.
That afternoon, though–with my asshole all tingly from the sound waves hitting it–I figured it was time to give Todd a treat. A couple of girls who worked with me down at the mall said that anal sex could feel pretty good, so long as the guy took things slow and used a lot of lube. It was time for me to lose my butt cherry.
I turned around on all fours and stuck my ass in Todd’s face. He scooted down between my legs and started licking my pussy. I scrunched my crotch down so my asshole was near his mouth. He got the hint. I felt his tongue circling my asshole, then dipping in.
After a few minutes, I reached for the tube of lube Todd keeps in his nightstand drawer. His dick is so big around that we need it sometimes to fit him inside my pussy if I’m not super-turned-on. When we are in a big hurry to screw, greasing his dick is a lot quicker than wasting a lot of time on foreplay.
I used a lot more lube than usual, coating the whole length of Todd’s cock. Then I held his slippery dick upright, squatted over it and placed its head against my butthole. Todd’s eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen. I bit down on my bottom lip and slowly sat down on his bone.
Todd helped by holding onto my hips and making gentle thrusting motions up into my butt. I was sweating like a racehorse by the time he finally got it all in. His dick felt so big, it seemed to be going up my throat from underneath. I had never been so stuffed-full in my life.
I started bouncing up and down on Todd’s cock in time with the beat of the loud music, making my titties swing around on my chest. Todd reached up and grabbed them. He rubbed and tweaked my nipples. I felt like I must be the dirtiest slut in my high school. Shit, it felt good to have a dick up my ass. Those girls at the mall were right. This went way beyond normal fucking.
The music seemed to get louder and louder, reaching a peak at the same time Todd and I did. I came first, clenching his dick so hard with my butt that he had no choice but to shoot his load. I felt it spurting up my ass, one thick jet after another. I wanted it to go on and on.
The thundering song came to an end as I lifted myself off of Todd’s cock. I knew I never would be as big a fan of that particular group as Todd was, but I still had to admit that I really had enjoyed my first Kornholing experience.–L.A., Plymouth, Minnesota