I'd also taken on all three of them at Tommy's home, sometimes with his kid sisters Violet and Dot joining in.
Those type of energetic naked orgies usually happened behind their father's huge work shed at the back of their property. He was a dentist and they owned a very large home. We'd even hidden an old waterproof sleeping bag in the bushes back there, for us girls to lay on for sex.
The boys would sometimes take turns on us all afternoon or evening until we were exhausted.
And the three boys standing before us had fucked mesomany times, you could tell they assumed I always would. Like whenever they wanted me.
In this case, though, they were wrong.
Keith was the tallest of the three, dark-haired and with a great smile. I knew he was Violet's off and on boyfriend. Randy, who was shorter and heavier, with lighter hair than either of the other two boys, was still handsome enough for any girl to fall for.
Especially a younger girl, a little 11-year-old like me. And, yes, I liked Randy a lot, but still not as much as I liked Tim.
We all stood there awkwardly, the three of them looking from me to Tim, sort of studying us both.
“Hello, Tommy,” I finally said, to their so-called leader.
All three boys regularly had sex with both of his younger sisters, too. And like their parents, both little girls and Tommy were members of The Family Fun Club. So even though Keith and Randy didn't knowanythingabout our secret incest club, they knew Tommy's younger sisters were both little sluts.
Like me.
Little sluts who always wanted to fuck. And who sucked cocks like it was no big deal. And who put on live sex shows for them, sisters-licking-each-other's-cunts shows, even before the real fucking started.
Because of that, Keith and Randy almost automatically looked up to Tommy as their unofficial leader, their sole (almostmagicalto regular kids that age) provider of their nonstop sexual fun.
“What are you guys doing out here?” I asked.
I tried not to show any attitude, but I was annoyed at them finding us.
We were only a short distance from the abandoned VW van, after all, but even from there it was almost impossible to see it. I covertly glanced toward it, more nervous than I was willing to show.
Then I looked back to the three new arrivals.
I didn't want any of them saying anything about the VW van, especially with my new boyfriend Tim thinking I'd only been there long ago. And even then, believing it was only with my own father instead of a group of horny boys.
Actually, multiple groups of horny boys.
“This is Tim, my new boyfriend,” I told the three of them. “We were just down by the creek, hanging around. See ya…”
I hoped that would settle it, as I turned away.
But Tommy surprised me by putting out his hand, offering to shake with Tim.
“Hi, Tim,” he said, friendly enough. “I'm Tommy and this is Keith and Randy. We all go to school at St. Katherine's Academy with Maureen, but we're a year older. She's a reallyclosefriend of ours.”
I flinched at his obnoxious emphasis on the wordclose, which could mean many things. But Tim seemingly ignored it. Or didn't notice.
Instead he nodded back, shaking hands firmly like a regular grown-up. Instead of just another awkward 12-year-old boy.
“Good to know,” he said. “I go to Harrison, downtown.”
And then he shook hands with the other two, Keith and Randy, who were sort of snickering to each other. I gave them both a dirty look and both boys immediately got serious. They knew better than to get me mad, even though I was the youngest one there.
More than once, I'd made them beg for pussy. Of course, I always ended up giving it to them, anyway.
Thinking back, I realized with a guilty little sigh I'd never once seriously turned them down for sex. Ever. But now, I needed them to keep their big mouths shut and just let Tim and I walk away.
As quickly as possible.
But Tommy looked to me with a knowing little smile, then gave a backward glance in the direction Tim and I had just come from. It made my heart skip a beat, seeing that, and I knew exactly what he was going to say.
I also knew he liked me (more than merelylikedme, actually), and he couldn't have been happy at finding Tim and I together.
Especially with us walking hand-in-hand away from the old van. Tommy was actually one of the boys who occasionally got jealous about me at our sex parties, sometimes in the middle of a gangbang where I was having one orgasm after another.
Not that he ever said anything there; except after, and then only to me.
His parents, and my parents, approved of everything I did before I even did it, including gangbangs and just general all-night fucking and sucking. And, besides, Tommy's father had fucked me as many times as anybody else.
Of course, in the middle of the huge overgrown field, there was no one in authority nearby to hold him back.
“Were you two over in the old Volkswagen van just now?” he asked me. “We were cutting through, Maureen, down by the creek, and we all thought we heard you. It suresoundedlike you, anyway.”
Which, to any idiot (or Tim, who'd just been fucking me!) meant they'd heard me panting and groaning and making those little sharp moaning sounds I always made when I fucked. Like begging for even more of the same, urging the boy on, wanting him to fuck me faster, right about the time I'd start to come.
I gave Tommy a hard look, not daring to look at Tim.
“That wasn't us,” I lied.
Randy was studying me, too, and then he said, “Tim, if that wasn't you guys, you should get Maureen to show you that old abandoned van. It's like a motel room in there.” He pointed. “It's right through all that brush over there, in case Maureen forgot where it is. We all go there together every chance we get-”
“Shut up, Randy,” I said abruptly, taking Tim's hand to lead him away. “Anyway, we're going.”
They finally shut up as we left.
Tim didn't say anything as we walked away, but I knew he was thinking about what he'd just heard. I waited until we were out of earshot before I said, “Tommy and his friends are idiots.
He seemed entirely pre-occupied.
“They seemed okay,” he told me, vaguely. “They were just being guys.”
But he'd let go of my hand and was walking quickly through the field, almost as if he was on his own. I kept up with him anyway, feeling my eyes starting to tear up at what I knew was the beginning of the end of our sweet time together.
It was the only normal relationship I'd ever had.
“Tim, that Tommy kid was my old boyfriend,” I admitted. “The one I already told you about. I don't want anything to do with him, or any of them, now that I'm with you. Can we just forget we ran into them?”
He stopped then. And gave me a weird little look.
“Sure,” he said, nodding slowly. “No problem. Anyway, I've got to get home, so I'll see you around.”
“Tim…!”
But the tall dark-haired boy I'd been so intent on making into my one real boyfriend ever just turned away and walked off without another word.
Or even a look back.
Leaving me standing alone in that field, crying my eyes out.
CHAPTER 17
The three idiot 12-year-old boys who'd been the cause of my untimely break-up with Tim had apparently been watching our little drama unfold from where they'd run into us in the middle of the field.
“Hey, Maureen,” Tommy said, walking up behind me as I watched my ex-boyfriend turn the corner at the far street and disappear. “Where'shegoing?”
All innocent, like.
I turned around to face the three of them, my eyes blurry with tears, enraged at what they'd done to me. They'd all betrayed me in the worst possible way, three older 6th-grade boys I'd always given open access to my entire body.
I mean, I'd let them doanythingsexual they'd wanted to me! And here they'd turned against me.
“You goddamn fuckers!” I screamed, shaking so hard I thought I'd fall right down at their feet. “You did that on purpose!” And I just started crying so hard I couldn't even see, just stood there like an idiot myself. “I really liked him! I really did, and you assholes ruined it!”