CHAPTER 18
Less than ten minutes later, I was wearing only my tennis shoes.
Otherwise, I was completely naked, a skinny little blonde 11-year-old sitting on the rear bench seat of the abandoned old VW van between Tommy and Randy with my knees spread apart.
Both boys were also naked in only their tennis shoes. The floor of the old van was simply too nasty to put our bare feet on.
Keith, as naked as the rest of us, was standing shakily in front of me as I avidly sucked his erect penis for him. I concentrated on the smooth head of it, alternating between running my moist tongue around the slightly rubbery outer edge and just quickly sucking the whole swollen tip wetly in and out of my mouth.
I knew he particularly enjoyed that from me. And it was fun.
“Your mouth is so great!” Keith kept telling me. “It always feels as good as your pussy!”
The building excitement at once again being with the three of them, andknowingexactly what they were going to do to me, was rushing through me like the raging rapids of a wild river.
It caused my heartbeat to speed up, my breath to raggedly quicken.
It never got old for me. Fucking. And the fact that I could come so easily, having one panting orgasm after another, so fast and so often, especially with all three boys ready to fuck me again and again, only made me want it even more.
“Maureen, you're so good ateverythingabout sex,” Keith continued. “You make it all so much fun…”
“…because I love sex so much,” I finished his thought.
Still using my mouth, I was also jacking him off, my small hand moving jerkily up and down. The stiff shaft of his young cock was fairly thick for a 12-year-old boy and it was already throbbing like crazy under my slim fingers.
We were all so aroused at being together once again, it was as if our young naked bodies were about to simply explode.
“I want to do it all the time,” I added breathlessly. “I just can't get enough of it.”
“We'll give you enough of it,” Randy promised.
He was sitting on one side of me, Tommy on the other.
While I sucked off Keith, the other two boys had their hands between my bare young thighs, their fingers slipping feverishly in and out of my slickly wet cunt. Their combined effort, eagerly fingerfucking me as a team, was making my little ass squirm wildly on the blanket.
Which was already soaked under me with a growing wet spot.
I could barely catch my breath, in fact, sucking and jacking off Keith even faster, my cunt so alive that my little clit was justoutthere. And as if it was a race or a competition, each boy beside me was ever more rapidly sliding two or three of his fingers into my sopping pussy at a time.
Their joint activity between my trembling legs was making me nearly insane.
I could literally taste the approach of my first orgasm, my mouth getting that little coppery electric sensation I knew so well before going off, even with Keith's cock sliding quickly in and out between my lips.
“More, more, more,” I managed. “Fingerfuck me faster! Do my clit, too, do it!”
And when one of them (who knew whose fingers were whose?!) began slickly rubbing my clit, pressing into it with his fingertips, I came instantly.
“Oh, God, that's it,” I cried out. “That's it! Keep doing my clit, but don't stop fingerfucking me! I'm coming! Oh, yes, yes, yes! I'm coming so hard!”
My bare ass jerked up off the seat, my slim thighs spreading wider and the rubber soles of my tennis shoes pressing against the van's floor. I groaned with each spasming shockwave of my climax, squirming under the joint-masturbation I was getting from the breathless boys on either side of me.
The excitement of it all caused me to suck Keith's cock even harder and I was suddenly rewarded with a hot mouthful of his cum.
“I can't hold back!” he panted, his jerking dick pumping several liquid streams of his youthful semen into my mouth. “Keep sucking me, Maureen!”
And I did, sucking him even more excitedly and managing to swallow most of the cum jetting down my throat as I continued wriggling wildly through my own pulsating orgasm.
The four of us strained together as one for what seemed like an exceptionally long time, me breathing hard and shaking uncontrollably, before I suddenly relaxed all over with a drawn out little sigh.
The abrupt release of my climax, followed by the powerful relief of it as it then ebbed away, caused my muscles to go limp.
“Nowthatwas an orgasm!” I finally gasped. “God…”
But I was still panting, my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath.
Settling back into the seat between Tommy and Randy, I could feel the cum that'd overflowed from my mouth dribbling down my chin and slowly dripping onto the almost nonexistent cleavage between my small boobs.
“I think you guys have killed me…and thanks.”
They all laughed. Then:
“Maureen, whenever you're in the mood…” Tommy offered.
Meaning: whenever I was ready tofuck.
Finally.
It'd been oddly awkward when we'd first climbed into the abandoned van through the side door, as if something had weirdly changed within our little group. Not one of the boys, who'd I'd been withsomany times, seemed willing or brave enough to just put his hands on me to get started.
I'd looked to each of them, then shook my head. They might've gotten shy all of a sudden, but I sure hadn't.
“Who wants a blow job?” I asked.
And I slipped my t-shirt over my head. Then I undid my little training bra and tossed it onto the bench seat next to my purse. It turned out the sight of my small bare boobs just popping into the open like that was all they needed.
“You're so sexy,” Randy said, immediately fastening his mouth to my firm young breasts. “Your tits are so perfect!”
He began kissing them all over.
“They're so little,” I gave him sort of an apology. “But at least the tips are super-sensitive.”
It was true-I'd learned I could often come just getting my nipples sucked, or even gently chewed on. As if a delicious little hotline went from their very tips straight down to my always alert clit.
And, taking my cue, Randy began sucking at my pointy pink nipples as if he hadn't touched them in a year. In reality, it'd only been about two weeks. Ever since I'd met Tim and been staying away from the three of them.
“Oh, God, Randy…” I breathed to him. “You're getting me all worked up. Keep doing it just like that.”
And I reached down and gave his young cock a quick squeeze through his jeans, feeling it jump in my hand. Still sucking at my tits, he didn't resist or complain when I pulled down his zipper and slid my small hand into the opening.
“Oh, Maureen…” Randy breathed back to me when my fingers closed around his slender cock. “You're the one gettingmeall worked up!”
A few minutes later, I'd slipped off my shorts and panties, then dropped down onto the bench seat I'd earlier fucked Tim on.
What I wanted, really, was to pretend Tim didn't exist. At least while the three boys were giving me as much pleasure as I could handle. I could cry over the tall, handsome dark-haired boy later, but for now I was rightly furious that Tim had abruptly left me- he'ddumpedme.
So I wanted him out of my mind.
And when the boys all got quickly undressed and Keith stepped forward to where I sat, to collect the blow job I'd offered, it did exactly that-let me get my mind off of Tim, at least for the moment.
“I'm so wet,” I said around Keith's cock, mouthing it. “God, I'm so turned on, I'm just shaking.”
And I was, literally trembling with excitement as soon as we'd started.
“Maureen, we'reallturned on,” Tommy laughed. “Look how hard our dicks are!”
I looked. He wasn't kidding.
I had three young 12-year-old cocks staring at me, each one as stiff as could be, each one with only my sweet little cunt in mind. And I'll admit, I loved being the absolute center of attention.
I also considered three horny boys and one highly oversexed girl to be the perfect combination for an afternoon of dirty fun.