almost overwhelming. I took a steadying breath, knowing Randy's young dick would be going up my asshole next.
“Your butthole's as slippery as your pussy,” he told me, slowly sliding his finger in and out of my butt. “You get so juicy, it goes everywhere.”
He was right, of course.
As I mentioned, my little pink cunt always got so overly-lubricated it covered my entire crotch with slick wetness when I got going-including filling the crack of my ass and lubricating my anus.
Getting fucked in my asshole was very easy when I got excited, with or without any other lubrication.
But I always carried those little plastic packets of flavored lube with me, so I motioned for Randy to hand me my small purse. When he did, I took out one of the mango-flavored tubes, carefully tore off the end, and handed it to him.
“Squirt that in my asshole,” I told him. “It's mango-peach, by the way, Randy, your favorite.”
He gave me a quick smile, then sheepishly looked away.
He was one of the few young boys willing to lick my asshole and I knew mango-peach was the flavor he liked best. And, to his credit, when I'd first asked him to stick his tongue up my butt while I got myself off masturbating (pulling my knees up to my chest so he could better get at me), he'd gotten right down there and done it without a second's hesitation.
I came like crazy the first time he did it to me, too, fingerfucking myself like mad while he slipped his tongue in and out of my butt.
But I understood that licking a girl's asshole seemed a littletoodirty for most young boys, so we only did it when we were alone. And he was still somewhat embarrassed about doing it to me.
Knowing that, I didn't say anything further. Instead, I then looked to the boy I'd just sucked off.
Keith. I smiled at him.
My breath was getting shaky because Randy was pressing the slippery head of his cock into my slickened asshole while Tommy, beginning to tremble underneath me, was purposely holding himself in place. He wasn't fucking me yet, but his cock was pulsing inside of me.
“It already feelssogood, you guys,” I murmured, leaning forward with my starter-boobs against Tommy's bare chest. Randy's dick was sliding into my young butt inch by throbbing inch. “I love having both your cocks in me!”
I swallowed at the sensation, at the delicious fullness of taking two hard young dicks at once, one in my pussy and the other in my asshole. My clit was tingling so much I thought I'd come again right then.
And we hadn't even really started yet, our pleasurable efforts spent just getting into position for the double- fucking I wanted.
If anything could get my mind off the boy I'd lost, it was that.
“You guys are too good to me,” I laughed. “Keith, put your dick back in my mouth so I can get you hard again.”
“Anything you say,” the tall boy agreed.
And a few moments later, I was on top of Tommy, naked, his rigid cock going rapidly in and out of my cunt from below while Randy, behind me, was holding onto my narrow hips and just as eagerly fucking me in my well- lubricated asshole.
Keith, standing in front and slightly to the side of me, had his semi-erect dick back in my face as I sucked him. He was pumping his hips slightly back and forth so that he was gently fucking me in the mouth.
The four of us naked kids were moving together like a well-oiled machine.
At least at first. Our motions were fluid in the beginning, but then gradually started speeding up to become more noticeably jerky and erratic as our excitement mounted to an almost unbearable pitch.
“This is unreal,” Tommy groaned, thrusting his bare hips up off the bench seat even harder so that his throbbing cock speared more deeply into my pussy. “I sometimes forget how great Maureen's cunt is-I think she could out-fuck anybody!”
Randy's slippery-wet cock was pistoning deeply into me, sliding past my tightly-gripping sphincter, that little elastic ring of muscle in my asshole throbbing with his every thrust. I loved getting anal sex, knowing that my hot rectum was clenching at him and wetly squeezing the boy's entire cock.
I was literally sucking his dick with my butthole.
“Shecouldout-fuck anybody,” Randy agreed with his friend. “Maureen's the best fuck in the whole city, I bet!”
“I probably am,” I told them dreamily, my eyes closed. “I've had so much practice at fucking…”
Keith's cock was getting progressively harder, the smooth head of it (my favorite part!) beginning to pulse in my mouth. I used the tip of my pink tongue to toy with the tiny slit he both ejaculated and peed out of.
“How many guys have fucked you, Maureen?” he asked me as I blew him. “Like, around a hundred?”
I laughed as best I could with my mouth around his still-hardening cock.
“Probably more,” I admitted. “I lost count a long time ago.”
My skinny 11-year-old body was alive with the pulsating sensations I knew would soon lead to another orgasm for me. Or to many more.
But as I eagerly concentrated on pleasing myself and all three boys sexually at the same time, entirely lost in the enveloping physical bliss of so much fucking and sucking, top, bottom and in front of me, an unexpected sound from outside made me suddenly open my eyes.
And that's when I saw Tim, standing alongside the old van at the open door, listening in shock and staring in at the four of us as if he couldn't believe it.
“Tim…!” I called out to him as best I could, my words coming out garbled because of Keith's dick in my mouth. “Oh, God, Tim…please don't just stand there and believe your goddamn lying eyes!”
It was from an ancient Richard Pryor comedy bit my dad played for me once.
But Tim didn't laugh.
Either he didn't hear me. Or he didn't care.
And a moment later, he was gone.
“Oh, God, no!” I cried out. “No, no, no!”
CHAPTER 19
Tommy and Randy and Keith were dead wrong.
Tim did not find me or beg me to come back, not the next day or the next week or even during the next week after that. Of course, I could hardly blame him. The look of pure shock on his handsome young face when he discovered me naked and eagerly fucking three boys at the same time was something I'll never forget.
Or ever get over.
In fact, it was such a shock to both of us, I'm surprised Tim didn't have a heart attack and fall down dead right then and there outside that stupid van, 12-years-old or not.
“Oh, God,” I'd started crying again, as soon as he disappeared. “Oh, no, he'll never forgive me now! What have I done…?”
And, of course, this was followed by the usual crying and pulling my hair and trying to figure out a way to repair the horrible damage done, but-in the end-we all four realized there was nothing to be done about it.
He was gone and that was that.
We'd all stayed in the van the rest of the afternoon, talking and trying to reason out my next best move, even crying together and, yes, still naked and fucking off and on, but by the time I walked home I was too exhausted, too fucked-out and too cried-out to even shed another tear.
I felt like I'd died. Or just wanted to be dead.
Virginia K.G. Ryder
Little Maureen's Family Pleasures
