The naughtiest virgin(4)

I felt my climax coming, and my body was no longer a thing I could control. Then it happened. I could feel his dick grow bigger and felt the first splashes of his cum spurt into me. It was like molten hot lava searing me to the center and core of my being. My mind went white hot as I felt my own unleashing at the center of my sexual core. It started inside my pussy, exploding outward as I felt my juices flowing to meet his, engulfing his hard dick. The muscles in my pussy were in spasms as they'd tighten around his staff, milking the hot liquid cum into me, every drop of it.

I climaxed again and again, each harder than the last, shaking me like a rag doll. Then I was still. I wanted more and as he got up from me, I felt the first one getting between my legs.

"You see, I told you that you'd like what we had."

"Yes. Just put it in me. I want it! I want it!"

I did and I grabbed it and guided it to my burning hole. This time it felt good, and I had a small climax as it was sinking into me. In moments, I was thrashing about and pitching to his cock as it pounded into me.

I was having a series of climaxes as his dick shot into me and I wanted him to hurry so I could fuck the other one again. Then he too was between my legs, driving his dick into me to the hilt. I loved the feel of his balls slapping against my ass each time he'd drive his rod into me, then the feel of it swelling as he came in me, making me squeal in sheer pleasure. I couldn't get enough of it, and I wanted the third guy in the worst way. It was fast and wild this time with him. I felt frenzied as I wrapped my legs around him. We came together again and again.

Then they were leaving.

"Wait, it's early yet. We have time to do it some more."

It was my voice pleading with them to fuck me again. I could hardly believe my ears.

"Naw, we got to get home and do our chores. Maybe some other time."

I felt hurt as I watched the three of them walk away, but I also knew I needed to get back to Uncle Harold's and Aunt Clara's before they got upset and thought I was lost or had run away from them.

They weren't home yet when I got there, so I ran upstairs and took a quick bath. In my room, I got some other clothes and brushed my hair. Sitting there brushing, I could still smell their sweat, and the different smell of each one of them. I could remember the sounds of each as they'd groaned in the throes of their coming. Each had his own sound.

My pussy was quite sore from the grinding workout they had given it. There was another kind of ache in my pussy between my legs, one of being empty and wanting to feel the warmth between them, something hard thrust into my sheath, filling it.

I heard the pick-up pulling in as I came back downstairs. I ran out and helped them bring the groceries in, then helped Aunt Clara get supper started.

"See, Clara. She was all right while we were gone. Matter of fact, must've done her some good. She how rosy her cheeks look. Well, I'll get the cows milked and fed and get on back because I'm mighty hungry and them vittles smell good."

After supper, I washed the dishes and put them away while Aunt Clara did some sewing and Uncle Harold read his paper. Then it was time for bed so we could get up in the morning and go to church.

I wasn't much for going because I felt like everyone in church would look at me and would know what I'd done.

I soon forgot those thoughts as I crawled between the sheets. Pulling my shorty nightgown up, I began exploring my breasts. The nipples went hard at the first touch and I caught my breath at the tingling sensation running from there to the core of my sex. I hadn't put the panties on, and now ran my fingers along my stomach muscles and traced them along the lines of my pubic hairs, then pulled and teased them lightly as the sexual warmth spread from my loins to the rest of me. Then I teased the pouting, puffy lips of my pussy. The moisture had seeped out onto the hairs along them. My fingers slid between them and the soft silky texture of my flesh sent a delicious feeling racing along my spine. Their dicks had felt the same softness as they had slid between my pussy lips and into my wetness.

I caught my breath again as I pushed my two fingers into my hole and began working them in and out, letting my thumb and heel of my hand rub my clit. Within a few short minutes, I had a climax that shook me to the center of my being. Then fell into a sound, deep sleep.





CHAPTER TWO




The next morning I felt good, and even though I had qualms about going to church, I was soon ready. We drove to church. Everything was going fine until the choir filed in. There, third from the end in the fourth row, was the third boy. When our eyes met, I turned crimson from the top of my head to the heels of my feet. A blush spread on his face. Even his tan didn't hide it. I nearly choked.

After church, I went straight to the car, hoping my aunt and uncle would hurry. I didn't want to face him if I could avoid him.