“Does the little boy’s c**k need to be kissed and sucked?” cooed another mocking voice. “What a needy little boy you are.”
He was paralyzed, rigid in all his muscles, speechless, devoured, poised in a timeless void of pure pleasure. Still the sensations mounted and mounted, the mouth joined by a hand that stroked the base of his c**k as the mouth dived and swallowed then came up to lick around the head and then down again, taking him, and all the while the flickering tongues and wet mouths of the other girls sucked at his n*****s, his thighs, his toes, his fingers, his sides, his navel, his neck, his ears —a tongue darting into his ear followed by hot sweet breath, butterfly kisses tickling over his lips, and he screamed from the pleasure. And still it built, past any level he’d ever know
