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.