While Tim and I were walking away from the abandoned VW van, the worst thing possible happened.
We'd spent another hour or so inside of it, breathlessly making out and eagerly exploring our sexual options. It hadn't taken much effort to get his young dick hard again. And the second time he fucked me on the bench seat, it was even better than our first time.
Which I knew was almost always the case-but also knew better than to say.
“Hey, Maureen,” I heard a boy's voice call out to me. “Maureen, stop! Is that your new boyfriend?”
And Tim and I, holding hands, slowly turned to find Tommy and two of his 12-year-old school friends walking up to us. They were all laughing, clearly glad at finding me. But I knew they were mostly thinking I'd put out for all three of them-if they could only get me alone.
Which was usually true.
I'd done all three of them before, of course, often at the same time, Tommy and Keith and Randy. Several times, I'd had their young dicks in my slippery pussy, my elastic little asshole and in my mouth, all at once.
I always said I was a dirty little slut and I wasn't kidding. Taking on three boys at the same time was pretty normal for me.
With the three of them, we usually did it in the abandoned VW van Tim and I'd just left. But we'd also fucked plenty of times back at the hidden clearing with the picnic table, the one that my new boyfriend and I'd first kissed on.
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.
