Chapter 4

Jo's entire naked body stiffened beneath the boy lying on top of her. She opened her mouth, staring in shock and shame at the two leering youngsters stripping off their shirts and trousers. A wanton stab of frustration coursed through her loins as Tim suddenly withdrew and rolled off her. The ravished woman's first impulse was to reach out and try to pull him back. Then the truth dawned on her like a ton of bricks.

"You told?" she gasped. "You told about what had happened between us?"

Tim looked back over his shoulder. He looked somewhat helpless now, almost as if he were a little bit sorry.

"You told! Oh Tim. I could kill you." He held his eyes on her for a moment longer, then he looked away as she felt the tears well into her own eyes and turned again to stare at the two more muscular and mature-looking boys standing in her room in their jockey shorts, which were both already tented with obscene erections.

"What did you expect, Miss Daniels?" Mike Dale, the oldest of the two, said in a voice that was incongruously tender compared to his almost brutish, though not unattractive appearance "Most of the guys at school are fingering their neighbor's sister by the time they're old enough to hear rumors about the facts of fife. And until he came to your apartment that first night, Tim hadn't ever even seen a woman's ... pussy. Most of the guys thought he might even be a little queer. But after tonight he won't have to worry about that anymore."

Jo blinked. She looked again at Tim, who had gotten up from the edge of the bed and was pulling on his own jockey shorts. Then she returned her attention to Mike and his companion, Steve Peters.

"I... I know I made a mistake with Tim. But I'm not like this. I'm not really. And if you think you can come here like this and... and..."

"And what, Miss Daniels?" Steve asked.

In a sudden motion Jo reached over and pulled at the bedspread to tug it in a fold over her exposed body. "If you think you can come and . . . rape me . . . then you've got another think coming."

"I don't think we have to rape you, Miss Daniels," Mike said: "The fact that we're here is enough. We've seen everything."

"And we don't wanna hurt you anyway," Steve put in. "We just want our share of the fun, too. Hell, we're here because we like you. That's really why we came."

"Besides that, you promised," Tim said.

"Promised what?" Jo gasped, looking back at the young boy she'd once been so fond of.

"You promised you'd do anything I told you tonight if I ate your pussy." He wiped his lips. "And I ate it. Now it's your turn, and I'm telling you I want you to let Mike and Steve fuck you."

"But, Tim. You've betrayed me. And why? Why would you want to let them do it to me when you could have me for yourself?"

"Because I... I..." Tim's voice faltered and trailed off.

"Let me explain," Mike said. "First of all, nobody but you and us three boys are ever gonna know what's happening here. Me and Steve, we get plenty all the time. We don't have to impress anybody. But Tim, he was in bad shape. Now we're telling the other kids that Tim's getting ... cunt. We just don't tell who. We even tell that he's fixing us up with some, too."

It was all too crazy, Jo thought. But she knew she shouldn't have expected it to be any different.

She'd been so naive, so hopelessly naive, to even dream that a boy in Tim's position could keep it a secret that he'd been fucking a grown woman. And she had promised. In a way, now that she sort of understood what was going on, she felt she owed it to Tim to keep the bargain she had made with him. Because he had eaten her. He'd eaten her as she'd never been eaten by anybody but Mario, and that was something she never could thank him enough for.

Then she started, feeling a surprisingly gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder above the bedspread that only partially served to cover her prone body. She turned her head and looked up to see Mike standing over her, looking down at her tenderly. "Come on, Miss Daniels," he said in a soft voice. "You can see why it's got to be this way, can't you?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I guess so."

His hand still lightly touching her, Mike settled down onto the edge of the bed, and it was only then that she saw he'd taken off his jockey shorts while she wasn't looking. Now he was completely naked, the hard, pulling shaft of his exposed cock looming up almost twice the thickness of Tim's from his loins.

Then gently he pushed the cover off her, again completely exposing her voluptuously naked body. His hand moved with light expertise down her shoulder, down to the fully inviting swell of one of her breasts. Then he stretched out, reclining on his back beside her, rolling over to lean toward her as his finger began to tease and tweak at one of her now soft little nipples, causing it to almost instantly swell to renewed rigidity. She realized with a twinge of unwanted anticipation that this was by no means a mere child as far as experience with women went. He was comforting her; she was grateful for his tenderness, for his nearness, for the little currents of electric delight coursing in pulsing rhythm out from the bud of her nipple.

The idea of being defiled again, not just once but twice more, caused a new and even more disturbing wave of depraved thrills to course through Jo's already ravished loins. Her breasts throbbed and it seemed that every nerve in her body tingled with a new charge of rousing excitement. She liked what Mike was doing to her. In spite of everything she wanted him to go on, she wanted him almost as much as she'd previously wanted Tim, and she let her body relax in open surrender, quivering softly as the hulking youngster trailed his fingers over her breasts and her tingling little nipples. Again he took one of them between his forefinger and thumb, rolling them so tightly she jerked. But seeing no objection, he continued, increasing the painfully tantalizing pressure until it seemed all the raging fire that had consumed her loins and body would soon be rekindled. And as he leaned and kissed her lips and trailed his tongue over the lobe of her ear and down the sensitive skin of her neck, the fire in her loins spread, sweeping out over her flesh, to the tips of her toes, to the tips of her fingers, and down her thighs and legs, shooting through her veins.

Within moments Jo's need for this second young boy had become unbearable and she wondered distantly if she were not a nymphomaniac. She groaned, moaned, in her mingled shame and surrender, crying out unintelligible little pleadings, invitations for him to take her. She closed her eyes, undulating her hips softly as she felt caresses move lower over her belly and down into the still moistly curling hair between her thighs. She felt a tongue lick softly over her navel, darting teasingly into it to cause her to whimper aloud. Then, realizing that the teasing of her breasts still had not ceased, Jo opened her eyes and discovered that Mike had been joined by his friend Steve. Both of them were feeling her up, preparing her simultaneously. And after a moment's confusion she thought she understood.

Not only would they prepare her simultaneously, they would take her simultaneously. Both boys together, fucking her at the same time, incredible as it seemed, exploiting both her available orifices for their obscene use.

Yet in her aroused present state of delirious excitement, even that seemed only fitting to Jo. She thought about it, visualized it, and realized that she actually wanted it. And once she'd gotten the idea in her head, she realized that nothing less than that would satisfy her. She did want them both at the same time. And she reached out with both her hands, touching them, a hand for each of them to signal her willingness. Steve raised his head just enough to gaze over her breasts. She saw in his face that he understood. She turned, narrow-eyed, to Mike. He did too. They'd probably even planned it this way.

Now Jo closed her eyes. She didn't want to look anymore. She didn't care to see which boy was doing what to her. She just wanted to feel, to experience. Anything and everything they might have in store for her!

And it began. Something hard and firm and warm brushed against her mouth. Even without opening her eyes, she knew what it was, a big, thick hard-throbbing male cock that belonged to one of the boys, probably Mike, though she was the last person to worry about that distinction now. All that mattered to her were the qualities, the blood-swollen head, the iron-rigid shaft, the little drop of fluid she tasted in the glans as she flicked out her tongue.

Then, hearing the boy groan in response to that lewd familiarity, Jo willingly ovalled her lips, parting them around the shaft as the young rod of flesh sank deep within the heated wetness of her mouth. Oh God, she thought. It was so good, lying here like this, not worrying, not caring, sucking this thick hard cock and feeling a second penis beginning already to slither up her inner thighs as the other boy positioned himself over her.

Still not opening her eyes Jo reached up with her hand to claw softly at Steve's back, urging him to lower his body on hers, the unrestrained invitation she displayed serving only to intensify that teenager's flaming passions. Her buttocks jerked and a gasp rose in her throat as she felt the hard young cock-head of that boy's penis come at last into contact with her still slickly moistened cuntal opening, pressing hard against the vaginal lips that were still soaked and dripping with her own love juices and Tim's warm wet semen. She parted her legs wider as Steve probed gently, and as she felt his hand move down to stroke along the quivering length of her lustfully lubricated cuntal slit to find searing contact with the quivering bud of her clitoris, she responded by sucking even harder and more voraciously at the cock which filled her mouth.

Already Jo was beyond all reason, aware of nothing but the depraved ecstasy of the moment, of her utter and exquisite degradation at the hands of these loving boys. Now she realized as never before why it was she who always desired young boys. Idly, she wondered if there even existed a limit to the depravity to which she would submit, to her own inner evil. But the thought drifted away. Besides, she didn't care anymore. It was time she discovered what she really was and learned to live with the truth to the best of her abilities. And nothing was of real importance but what was happening now, the wild, uninhibited joy of being ravished by the two young boys at the same time.

The lust-inspired woman arched her buttocks upward in a rhythmic undulating motion, feeling the pressure of Steve's cock increase against the sensitive opening of her cunt. Then the last of the resistance gave way completely and the rigid shaft of flesh skewered slowly and relentlessly up into the deep, tight vaginal passage until she was impaled to the hilt with teenage cock-flesh. As the boy began to move, she lifted her legs up off the bed and locked her ankles high above his bucking hips. His hands roved eagerly over her body as he began to fuck her in earnest, leaving trails of burning excitement behind them on her tingling skin. And all the while, Jo kept on with her sucking.

She gurgled deep in her throat; her cheeks expanded and contracted around the other plunging cock-shaft. She worked her head back and forth, burying her nose in the thick tangle of Mike's pubic hair, synchronizing her motions into a perfect complementary rhythm to the continued plunging of Steve's penis into her surrendered loins. Then her pleasure was only further increased and a sheer moan of joy escaped around the hardness that filled Jo's mouth as Steve dropped his face to her breasts and began to suck and nibble at one of the throbbing pink nipples.

Still concentrating on her hungry sucking of Mike's cock, Jo was able nonetheless to pull Steve's head even more snugly to her breasts, tangling her fingers in his hair, arching her shoulders to force her urgently responding nipple even deeper into his mouth. Sensing her need and the pleasure she derived from this, the young boy fastened his teeth tightly over the small, erect bud, biting down on it so hard a muffled whimper issued from Jo's throat even as Mike continued to fuck ruthlessly into her ovalled mouth. And as the youngster shifted to the nipple of the other breast to suck at it even more greedily, his cheeks hollowed and expanded just as Jo's mouth did around the pulsating cock that filled it, just as her pussy clasped tightly around the cock of Steve's penis to hold it deep up in her loins.

Now it was Mike's turn for a display of affection toward Jo. He slid forward on the bed, running his hands into her hair, pulling her face so tightly against his hairy loins that she could hardly breathe and shoving the lust-engorged hardness of his penis so deep into her throat she thought she would choke.

All the lewd excitement that had coursed through her previously had been regenerated in Jo's lustfully thrashing body, and she knew it was only a matter of time until she exploded in even wilder orgasm. She clenched her eyes tightly closed, still bobbing her head in a frenzied motion, undulating and gyrating her buttocks in wanton abandon in a desperate effort to bring the two boys to climax at the same time as herself. She wanted to give them all the joy they were giving her. She wanted the entire trio to come in unison, in a final display of togetherness that would bond them forever. And as she strained and struggled, she became aware somewhere, far in the back of her mind, of the presence, forgotten for a moment, of another boy in the room.

Tim must feel completely left out now.

The thought of him brought Jo back to the present for the briefest fleeting instant. It was Tim who was responsible for what was happening to her right now. If he hadn't talked to the other boys, she was sure they would never have had enough imagination to make a pass at her on their own. Nor would she have had the presence of mind to submit. And she realized that, angry as she'd been with him before, it was still Tim to whom she really owed her "thanks. And in the desperate delirium in which she wallowed, Jo searched desperately for some way in which Tim could also be made a part of the action.

There was only one thing she could think of, and though the idea was less than perfect, though it would hurt her, though it would constitute a greater humiliation than anything she'd previously suffered at the hands of the boys, Jo did not think she had any choice but to employ it.

Giving a last voracious suck on Mike's swelling penis, Jo squirmed her head free of his strong grip and drew back, letting his penis slip from her mouth. Then she raised her head up, trying to peer past him so she could see the rest of the room.

"But, Miss Daniels," the boy croaked. "I haven't finished. I wanted to shoot my load in your mouth like Tim said he did."

The poor dears, Jo thought. All three of them. Tim had even told them about that, and now Mike just had to enjoy the same sadistic conquest. She turned her head and looked up at him and smiled.

"You can, Mike. I'll finish sucking you in just a minute and I promise you can shoot off in my mouth." In spite of, or perhaps because of the sheer absurdity of her situation, Jo almost laughed. "We're all going to come together. You. Me. Steve." Again she strained her neck to peer past the boy's broad, muscular torso. What she saw confirmed what she had feared.

Tim was sitting in the straight-backed chair with his hands cupping his chin, his elbows braced against his knees. He looked forlorn as a Little League baseball player doomed to perpetually warm the bench. He still wore nothing but his jockey-shorts, and that near nudity, not to mention the full stiff erection of his penis looming up inside them, was completely incongruous with the look on his face.

"We're all going to come," Jo repeated, emphasizing the word "all" so that Tim jerked his face sharply toward her, staring at her in confusion. Jo nodded, managing a warm, almost motherly look even in her state of frenzy, maintained by Steve's continued, obscene ravishment of her loins and breasts.

"That's right, Tim," she purred softly. "You too. I want you to come over and finger-fuck me in my ass and I'll make you shoot off with my hand along with the rest of us. How's that?"

"Hey," Tim said brightly, "Sounds okay." He walked over to where the trio were going after it When he got there, he paused, as if in thought "No," he said. "I'll wait."

A couple of minutes later it was over. "Oh shit! Oh! Oh shit," Mike was yelling.

Steve was just grunting, "Mmmmm. Mnnnn!"

As soon as the two boys were off her, Tim grabbed her.

"Tim," she gasped, "what are you doing?"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing, after watching that? I'm getting ready to fuck you."

He caught her before she had time to roll over, pinioning her there on her belly and planting a hot, hungry kiss on the back of her neck, biting the tender skin until she cried out. He turned her head so far to the side it almost broke her neck and kissed her ruthlessly on the lips. Then, as she continued to squirm and sob beneath him, he shoved her thighs apart and dropped his loins on the softly inviting cushion of her defenseless ass-cheeks, prodding instantly up into the semen-moistened crack with the lustfully throbbing shaft of his blood-hardened cock.

Then she stiffened beneath him, her face suddenly paling. "Tim?" she gasped. "Tim? Tim? What are you doing?"

"You've got one hole left."

"Oh my God!" Jo sobbed, trying futilely to clench her buttocks together. "Don't Tim. Not like that! I've never had it there!"

"That's what I figured. And I want to get you there once before I go."

Then Tim seized his hard, pulsing cock and guided the bulbous head straight down to the already slickly moistened, frenziedly puckering little hole.

"Oh God, Tim!" Jo wailed. "You're hurting me. I can't stand it."

Tim might as well have been deaf. He drew his finger down the narrow furrow between he quivering buttocks, pausing to tease at the tight little hole before grunting under his breath, "Just relax. You'll like it once you get used to it."

Again Jo sobbed, shaking her head. But she no longer tried to resist her teenaged lover as he pushed her legs out wider apart on the bed. Her fear and the sheer perversity of the situation prompted a strange renewed excitement to begin to churn in her loins and along the little membrane that separated the two genital orifices. Tearfully she glanced back over her shoulder and observed Tim's rigidly throbbing cock aimed right between her upthrust buttocks. She shuddered, realizing for the first time in days how truly large his penis was, certain she could never actually take it in her tight rectal passage. He would kill her! The boy she loved so would kill her with his cock if he tried to enter her there. Then a more desperate moan escaped her lips as she realized that if he chose to do so, she would let him. She couldn't refuse him anything, not even her own life.

Letting her head sink forward, muffling her sobs as a forbidden thrill coursed through her entire naked body at the realization of what she was actually doing, Jo waited without further protest beneath Tim. A shudder racked her body as he probed into the tight little hole with his middle finger, followed by a moan that sounded almost like protest as he withdrew it just as quickly. Then she trembled as she felt the thick hard head of his penis replace his finger at the entrance to her little forbidden orifice, probing in the same area as his finger had a moment before.

She sucked in her breath, hardly able to bear the waiting; then she was blinded by the sudden searing pain as he lunged forward, as the tightly clenched little ring clung together in futile objection to this further obscene invasion. And then, just as the first time when she'd beer fucked in the anus by a finger, the little ring gave way, popping open as the huge blunt head or Tim's cock lunged up into the tight straight passage.

Jo bit her lips in agony as the shattering penetration continued until Tim's penis was buried a last to the hilt in her rectum. He lay still upon her, giving her time to adjust to the new sensation, then gradually began to move, sawing slowly and cautiously in and out of the tightly clenching anal lips and the caressing rectal walls skewering lewdly into her, his devastating hardness pushing aside all resistance that remained in the resiliently rubbery flesh. At last Jo began to feel the hard rhythmic smacking of his loins against her upturned ass-cheeks.

The boy's ravished sex partner buried her face in the covers of the bed as the wild stabs of pain and masochistic erotic pleasure darted out from her rectum, searing and coursing gradually over her whole naked body. As the harsh waves of illicit desire surged and swelled, her sobs of agony evolved gradually to lewd mewls of pleasure and surrender, and she began to welcome more and more of the sweet raw sensation, relishing every merciless thrust, every lunge into the tightly quivering little opening.

"Yes, Timmy! Yes, Timmmmmmy!" she murmured, now beginning to arch back against him, to undulate and wave her white ass-cheeks before his loins.

As if in answer to her submissive moans, Jo's lover slid one hand down beneath her pelvis and back between her thighs and with his outstretched middle finger he found the hard little button of her clitoris. He began to stroke it slowly and softly, then increased both the pressure and the speed of his movements until Jo was sobbing aloud in her wanton and perverted passion, aware of nothing but her erotic ecstasy, surrendering totally to bis obscene assault on her buttocks.

As she lay impaled beneath his thrashing cock, Jo's head moved from side to side as he started fucking harder. She rocked her buttocks violently back against him, thrusting them upward to meet his every racking lunge as his penis disappeared deep into her rectum.

Jo was excited almost beyond endurance now, and her excitement was contagious. Tim basked in final triumph behind her, lunging forward harder and harder, shoving his cock into the narrowly constricted anal passage in time with the now frenzied burrowing of his middle finger up into her pussy.

And that was all it took. A few moments later the last of Jo's resistance faded and spasms of electric fulfillment possessed her body as the separate sensations in her two violated orifices became separate no longer; irrefutably merged and confused, they were one.

"Oh Tim" she cried. "Tim! I'm coming! God, it's so good!"

"Right onnnnn!" Tim yelled out.

Plunging deep up into the warm, forbidden passage, Tim felt the last of his own not insubstantial control deserting him. He groaned his own gloating ecstasy as his warm thick semen burst from the lust-bloated balls to fill Jo's lewdly violated anal depths. He bucked and hunched without mercy above her, his groans swelling into uncontrollably wild passion. Finally he'd achieved the thing he'd wanted. He had fucked Miss Daniels in the ass. He had truly and completely and totally subjugated her and he knew that no matter how many young boys or how many men she might fuck in the future or might have fucked in the past, this was one act that couldn't be taken away from him, one deed that could never be erased from the record.

Then, feeling her sag beneath him, Tim collapsed over Jo's prostrate form, drained and spent, still enthralled in the climactic ecstasy of his accomplishment.