They laugh as I continue to suckand lick and clean up all the cum on their cocks.The older guy, who has been watching this spectacle all alongsays, "I...told you this bitch was a real cocksucker. Look at hispants!" They all look down, including me, and realize I've creamed mypants, a huge cum stain emanating from my crotch area. "Damn! Thisbitch gets off from sucking dick and eating cum and he didn't eventouch himself!" says one of the younger ones. "That's the sign of atrue cocksucker" comments. " I answered in a spirit of scorn, instantly picturing that business card we had found and once again feeling the pain of my failure."That didn't sound so good. What is it?" Jen asked from the back seat.Not looking directly at either of them I explained about the business card and how Dana had spotted the tan Ford parked inside the garage which gave us the location of Creepy's house."Well, you got him then. That's good, right?" Kim questioned excitedly."Yeah, that's great." Jen added."It's not. She laughed. “I’ve been looking at you all morning with your shirt off, and you have a beautiful body, but no; I meant those.” She pointed at my shorts, looking pointedly at my crotch, where my erection thrust firmly against the tight, worn denim, a dark, wet oval-shaped stain around the entire head. “You want me to take my pants off?” I absolutely wanted to, but was very aware that I was achingly erect; I was used to the showers in gym class at school, but that was all guys, and nobody had. One of his hands clamped around it as he sucked on my engorged nipple, while the other went up under my dress and fiddled about with my panties. I held his head against my chest as he sucked me harder and harder, until a big, fat man, standing behind him pulled him away, telling him not to be greedy, and he stepped up to take his place.I tried to put my bare boob back inside my dress but this big barrel-chested man placed his large rough hand on mine and stopped me. He didn't even try to kiss.