balls and squeezing it gently. He still had almost no hair down there.
He moaned softly, then pushed his rigid cock still deeper into my slippery mouth, my tongue working around the smooth head of it in little circles that quickly had him trembling uncontrollably.
“This is unbelievable!” he breathed. “I love it, Maureen!”
I nodded, still sucking him with a series of little slurping noises, then reached up and pulled off the blue scrunchie holding my pony tail in place. I tucked it into the corner of the bench seat we occupied.
“Tim, grab my hair!” I told him. “Grab it tightly while I'm blowing you.”
It seemed to puzzle the boy for a long moment, but then his slender fingers entangled themselves in my blonde hair. When he closed his grip on the handful he had, I nodded that he'd done exactly what I'd wanted.
“Pull it a little more,” I said to him. “Pull my hair tighter. It turns me on!”
Which, for whatever reason, it did, that sensation of my blonde hair being pulled tightly at the roots, as if stimulating my scalp maybe. For whatever reason, it made my cunt (already wet) even wetter.
My mom had taught me that when I'd first started eating her pussy.
And so Tim gripped a much bigger handful of my hair and tightened his grip on it until the sensation went straight down my entire body to my 11-year-old cunt. And, of course, made it even wetter.
“I want you to come,” I murmured to him, still sucking and masturbating him. “I want to taste your cum!”
It turned out I didn't have long to wait.
With a shuddering gasp, Tim suddenly stiffened and poked his hard cock even deeper into my mouth as that first tiny jet of his young cum spurted against my tongue. A brief moment later, further warm ribbons of it filled my mouth, my tongue working quickly at the tiny hole it poured from.
“Oh, God, yeah!” he gasped again, his fingers in my hair and his dick throbbing repeatedly as his balls unloaded every drop of his warm liquid into my mouth. “Maureen, my God, this is so great!”
In my heart of hearts, I prayed he'd feel the same wayafterwe were done.
Boys, all boys and men alike, actually, think and talk very differently before and after they'd had their way with a bad girl.
They often only fully appreciated her, it seemed to me, until they'd shot their rocks off. And then they barely knew her. Until the next time.
Little bastards.
Anyway, I sucked Tim while continuing to jack him off, my hand a blur in his lap until the final small spurt of his cum ebbed out. Then I licked gently at the smoothly-firm tip of his cock until it was clean.
“Did that feel good?” I asked with a sly smile, sitting up and well knowing the answer. “I wanted you to love it.”
Still trying to catch his breath, Tim nodded and slumped back into the seat, yet his slender cock remained hard, still wet and shiny from my mouth. He wasthatyoung, after all, with more erections in him than even he knew.
“Ididlove it,” he admitted. But then he gave me a curious look and asked, “Have you ever done that before? Sucked a guy's dick?”
Of course, I'd been expecting such a question all along, but I still wasn't entirely prepared for it.
“Well…”
CHAPTER 8
“Well…” I started, not looking at him. “Like I already told you, I had an older boyfriend, so we did things that I'm starting to do with you…”
Tim was still breathing hard, lying back on the bench seat of the VW van, but he nodded with a look suggesting he remembered my earlier admission. I could tell he was thinking it all over, considering what Imighthave done.
Or how experienced I might really be.
But I knew his imagination was no match for the reality of who I was and what I'd done. Even compared to many older women, I was a cock-crazed wild-child who'd already been fucked more times than I could remember.
“So you sucked him off,” my new boyfriend said slowly, clearly trying to put it all together. “What other stuff did you do with him?”
He was acting like it wasn't really a big deal, just an idle question born of pure curiosity, but I knew better. Boys, especially young boys (but yes, even men!), were insanely concerned when it came to comparing themselves to other boys. Particularly when it came to sex.
I guess they were afraid of looking sexually incompetent, or stupid, or maybe it was just a territorial thing when it came to us girls.
Like we were one of their toys and they wanted first crack at us when we were still new. The virgin thing, I mean. So I really wasn't certain how much to admit, but I knew the truth would end our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship right then.
“Tim, I was the girlfriend of an older boy,” I told him, patiently. “We did stuff together that girls my age might not normally do. Sex things. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but I'm willing to do those same things with you.”
He was looking at me as if afraid to hear the worst.
“Sex thingsonlywith you,” I added. “Because you're my new boyfriend.”
The boy slowly nodded then, seeming to accept what I'd said.
But I knew there'd be more to it. Much more. Even the boys I'd been with at my parent's sex club sometimes got jealous when I was naked and doing sex things with other boys (or even girls).
It was as if they'd fall in love with me during a gangbang, pumping their stiff cocks into my little pussy and all the while saying desperate, romantic-type things to me. Yet well knowing there were six or seven other boys and men waiting right behind them to climb on top of me and fuck me next.
Weird.
“Well, okay…” Tim finally said, exhaling slowly. “So, what stuff can we do…?”
I shrugged my narrow shoulders.
Then I gave him what I thought of as an inviting smile, pulling him down on top of me. With my mouth again fastened to his, I was wedged into the corner of the bench seat, both of us lying together as one.
At my urging, his hands once again began feeling my bare breasts under my top and training bra.
“Take my shorts and panties off,” I told him. “And push down your jeans.”
He looked surprised for a brief moment, but then we wriggled together for several moments, ending up with his jeans and underwear down around his knees and my shorts and panties down around one ankle.
It was not even noon yet, the inside of the abandoned van bright with sunlight that poured in through the broken windows. Tim was holding himself up with one hand, staring at my young cunt, seeing it for the first time in broad daylight. More like studying it, actually.
My pink slit was swollen with anticipation and parted wetly open.
“You can touch my pussy,” I told him. “I want you to, actually. Stick your fingers in me again…”
He nodded slowly, then reached down and slid a finger along the full length of my slit. Making my breath suddenly catch in my throat. Then he slipped first one finger, and then a second, into my glistening hole, causing my bare thighs to spread slightly wider apart for him.
“Move closer to me,” I told him hoarsely, taking his stiff cock in my hand. “I want the head of your dick touching my pussy.”
And holding onto his slender throbbing cock with one hand, I pressed the warm swollen head of it against my cunt. I put it just inside my slick outer lips, moving it slowly up and down the entire length of it.
“That feels fantastic,” he moaned. “It's even better than your mouth.”
I smiled at him, sliding his dick even faster up and down my slit. “It's supposed to feel better,” I told him. “Your dick belongs in my cunt.”
He flinched slightly, finally reacting at my use of such harsh language and clearly not expecting it. But he still said nothing, watching silently as I continued to slide the head of his cock up and down the length of my pussy.
