She tightened her hands on the bars of the bedstead, stretching her whole nakedly sated body, again craning her neck to smother kisses of gratitude on the youngster's perspiring face. She closed her eyes, sighing.
The creaking of the door was a meaningless sound in her ears. Her eyes were lazily closed now. Her arms had moved slowly downward to entwine tightly about Tim's back, holding him to her in love and obedient gratitude. It was only his stirring, combined with a gasp that sounded as distant as the door, that caused her to open her eyes and turn her head to look. And she could hardly believe, not merely begin to comprehend, the sight that greeted her.
There were two more boys in the room, and even as Jo gawked at them in total confusion they both began to hurriedly shimmy out of their clothes.
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.