Vance Caldwell

Mrs. Howell_s foot

CHAPTER ONE

Rebekah opened the door that led to the tunnel under the hill. The cute little twelve year old boy by her side peeked into it, then turned around and grinned at her. His eyes descended with a cautious sensuality down the voluptuous lines of her lushly shaped body before he looked back into the tunnel and disappeared. Rebekah closed the door and went upstairs. It was an old tunnel from the cellar into a large barrel-like enclosure lined with shelves that were too old and rotten to hold anything, whatever they might have held decades ago. Then the tunnel part proceeded, probably dug later, maybe during a war or something, right through the hill.

She had a new little boy upstairs. He was busy at the moment shining leather shoes and boots in the kitchen. She had hired him yesterday and he started today. He, too, was twelve and very angelic looking, a type she didn't usually bother with, but this boy's beauty that shone with a heavenly aura around his features and his soft blond hair stopped at his blue eyes, which shined with the merriment of the very devil himself. He had been too enticing to pass up. She could only hope that he was not a goodie-goodie who ran to his mother with each little problem he had.

"How are you doing, Jim?" she asked, smiling, as she came through the cellar door into the kitchen.

"Take a look, Miss Howell!" he said, pointing at the half-finished row of shoes that were spread across the floor on newspapers. Then he looked at her with curiosity.

Here it comes, she thought. All of the little boys were curious at first as to why no one was allowed to wear shoes in the house, although there were so many shoes in need of constant shining. But he didn't ask that at all.

"That's funny," he laughed a little. "I didn't see you go down there, but I heard you coming up the steps so it must be the cellar."

"It's funny?" she said in a questioning tone, raising one of her naturally thick and finely arched dark eyebrows.

"Well, I mean, in my house, when someone comes up from the cellar, that means they went down, and the last I saw you, you went out there!" he explained, pointing through the kitchen door into the hallway.

"A regular Sherlock Holmes!" she mumbled, remembering to smile and hopefully cover her surprise and concern. There were many entrances to the cellar. They all led to the same place, but she kept them as secret as possible. The door inside her own closet, a door that no one but she knew how to open, was the only door down to the secret tunnel that she ever revealed to the boys. The reason she kept it all so secret was self-protection. The door in the closet had a panel that fitted over it. When the panel was in place, no door was visible. Any little boy who spoke of such a door could be made to look foolish.

At the other end of the tunnel was a little cave, and this was blocked off very ingeniously by a rock that was raised and lowered and worked from the house by a simple lever. There was no written record of the tunnel. Rebekah's father had shown it to her when she was in her teens. Since he had told her not to tell anyone, she didn't even know if her mother knew of it. Her mother, now living with her second husband over a hundred miles away, never mentioned the tunnel, so Rebekah rather doubted that she knew of it. Her father had been dead now three years.

It had been a foolish mistake not to remember to return by the wall stairs to her closet. What had she been thinking of to make such an error? If she had ever done it before, no one apparently noticed. It was clear that young Jim Craft was a sharper youngster than she usually had. She wiggled her bare toes and decided the best thing to do about it was to change the subject.

"Let me see how you're doing," she said, bending over the shoes. The young boy scrambled to his feet, then bent over to pick up a boot that had been well scratched before he had worked on it. It shone with barely a visible scratch at all.

"How's this one?" he asked proudly.

Then, despite her awareness that it might be a little soon but hoping to make him forget his suspicions about the cellar, she bent downwards to hug the little boy, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck to pull his delighted face warmly against the twin mounds of her ripely upthrust titties. She held him for an extended moment, almost suffocating him in the voluptuously deep valley between her tits, then gradually straightened up, her breath slightly hastened from the not-so-innocent and titillating contact.

"They've never looked so good!" she breathed. Seeing that his attention was now completely on her, Rebekah pulled away. She didn't want to get herself too excited, too soon. She did her best to maintain control of herself. There had been times when she had weakened too soon and given a child a spontaneous hug or kiss, and he had run out the door yelling for his mother. She thought she was probably better at choosing the children now. She often wished, though, that she were not so irresistibly attracted to such young adolescents. But even though she was a good twenty years older than most of them and had had considerably more experience, there was much that she and such young boys had in common, an energy, which she didn't really understand, a restlessness that was not yet focused. She would someday have to give them all up, of course. She had to start thinking about getting married. She was the end of a dwindling family. But meanwhile, she wanted to have as much of them and their sweet young bodies for which she had time.

"Want a Coke?" she asked her young expert boot polisher.

"Gee thanks," Jim smiled and bent once more over a shoe on which he was working assiduously.

"It won't interrupt your dinner, I hope," she said, suddenly remembering that herself. She had just let Tommy Speigle out to go home for his dinner, and in the concern over the secrets of the tunnel, she had forgotten that she had meant to send Jim Craft home, too. Tommy's parents had, for some reason, made Tommy leave his "job" with Miss Howell, and that's why Jim had been hired. She suffered a rapid turnover in her young boys, but Rebekah had so far had no more serious problems with them or their parents.

"What time is it?" the boy asked then. He, too, had forgotten the time.

"Five thirty. What time do your parents expect you for dinner?"

"I have to be home and ready by six, Miss Howell," he said apologetically.

"Well, fine," she said cheerily, wishing this were a later time, a later day, and that she were dismissing him from her bedroom and not the kitchen. She could hardly wait to get at this beautiful boy's extremities! She sucked in and swallowed the saliva that was suddenly gathering in her mouth. "Let's just pull the newspapers with the shoes right on them over into this corner, and you can just continue tomorrow."

While they were pulling the papers along the floor, he asked, "Gee, do you wear all these shoes?" He was all too aware of her own bare feet now and his own naked toes. He had heard that the Japanese remove their shoes before entering a house. Perhaps Miss Howell was Japanese. Her hair was very long and dark, but other than that she didn't appear to him to have any Japanese characteristics as he understood them, like yellow skin or slanted dark eyes. He didn't know whether he had ever really seen a Japanese. Anyway, someday he could ask her.

"No," she said. "I use them as ornaments around the house."

He blushed. Maybe it was a smart-alecky question, he thought. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"But I'm not. You see these boots on which you did such a beautiful job?" She picked up the nearly scratchless boots. "Let me just show you where they belong before you go, okay?"

While she was standing, holding the boots, Jim arranged the last shoes on the paper that was now in the corner between the wall and the sink cabinet in one corner of the kitchen. He happened to glance down under his arm to where her naked feet stood at the edge of the paper, close to his hand. Something about them impressed him. They were lovely, really, with their high insteps and long toes with well-manicured nails. She wore no polish on her toe nails the way his mother did. It was odd how they drew his attention. While he was watching, she wiggled her toes. He almost laughed, but feared he would say the wrong thing again or his laughter would be out of place.

Jim got up and followed her out of the kitchen into the hallway that led to the front of the house and the front stairway to the second floor. For a minute, he supposed they were going to a closet upstairs. It never occurred to him that there was any place else to keep a pair of shoes. But they turned away from the stairs and toward the living room. There, just inside the door, beside a large overstuffed chair was an end table with a single lamp.

"There, see how beautiful they look?" she asked the stunned boy.

"I… uh… I guess so," he murmured. Jim didn't know whether she was going to tell him in a minute that she was kidding or whether she neatly did keep them there. If she kept them on the end table, then he supposed he should be proud that she wanted to display his good work, but somehow, it all seemed kooky!

"Well, I guess I had better let you get along home," she sighed. "See you tomorrow as soon as school is over, okay?"

"Okay," he agreed with a grin. He thought he should say something about the shoes. "Now that I know what you do with them," he beamed, "I'll do a better job than ever!"

He almost forgot to put on his own shoes before he hurried out the back door. There was no need to use the tunnel, of course, unless a child came who was not supposed to be there, like Tommy had come. Now that she thought of it, she had better close off the end of the tunnel, too, before she forgot to do it. Caves were enticing places for children to play, and she didn't want any strange child wandering into her tunnel by mistake, telling the whole neighborhood that it was there, a tunnel that had been a well-kept secret for decades, at least.

As soon as Jim Craft was safely out of the house, Rebekah climbed the stairs to her own room. She reached in behind her robe and pulled the switch that sealed the tunnel from intruders into the cave and then stood in her bare feet on the shaggy rug that covered the floor of her bedroom. She was staring at herself in the full-length mirror on the inside of the closet door, and now she removed her short skirt and stood in the pink body suit that accented the voluptuously inviting curves of her body. For an extended moment, Rebekah's green eyes remained intent on the frontal view of her figure as reflected in the long mirror. Then the beautiful thirty-two year old woman turned slowly to gaze at her profile. Her proudly uplifted tits swelled out sharply above her trim little waist, standing up full and sensuous in defiance of gravity, voluptuous and almost perfectly symmetrical. Rebekah had long been proud of the fact that, although she didn't really have the nerve to go without one, she had never actually needed a brassiere to hold her titties upright, and she didn't need one yet!

Then her lovely emerald eyes dropped lower, following the inviting curve of her ass. Rebekah's hips were those of a mature woman, but they were still as firm as a young girl's. She had started swimming as often as she could years ago, and she had to believe that the swimming had done wonders for her as she had been told it would. The exercise had had a soothing effect on her mind when she had lost her father and again when her mother had remarried, leaving Rebekah to live alone in the big house. Rebekah still remembered how horribly lonely she had been. One evening she had sat in the living room staring at her bare feet for hours, wondering where she should start to break out of her rut of isolation, of feeling rejected by the world, when suddenly, she had wiggled her toes, and like ten zany obedient, lovable little boys they had responded, dancingly, to keep her company. Well, one idea had led to another, and she was grateful, very, very grateful, to her ten closest companions, her toes.

She looked at them now, deep in the purple shag, reflected in the mirror. She stared at them hungrily, raising them out of the purple threads of the rug and then laying them gently back down. She sighed softly and then pulled the pink body suit slowly down off her shoulders, struggling for an instant to get the snug gamment off her arms. She let it drop loosely from her waist, but it still clung tightly to her ripely flaring hips. She turned again to examine the half-naked front of her body in the mirror.

Her firm tits were a soft white with large rose-colored nipples, a sharp line of contrasting hues defining the area that had been covered by her bikini bathing suit top last summer. She watched breathlessly as the cool air of the bedroom caused her nipples to swell visibly to a tingling hardness, and the half naked woman could not resist the temptation to lift her arms to brush the dark strands of hair back off her face and thereby further arch the voluptuously rounded mounds of her tits. Once again Rebekah felt that she had never been so acutely aware of her own body, of her sexuality. There would be a new and exciting boy soon, and that always gave her a feeling of renewal.

After another moment's hesitation, the sensuous long-haired brunette turned away from the mirror and walked away from the closet toward the bed. Quickly stripping the body suit over her tightly rounded ass and then down the long length of her silken thighs, she tossed it aside and slipped nakedly between the sheets of her bed. She wasn't hungry yet and had a couple of hours to kill before she bothered with dinner. Tommy had had to leave too soon to satisfy her, and she felt restless. She stared silently at the ceiling for a moment, then lowered her eyes to gaze again down the outline of her sensuously curved body, vividly revealed beneath the thin sheet that covered it. She stared long and hard at the two hills that were her feet, and then, with a chuckle, pulled at the sheet until finally it pulled free of the bottom of the bed. Then she drew it slowly up, watching it slide toward her over her toes, until finally the edge of the sheet balanced on the tips of the toes and fell over the edge to her ankles. There they were, her comforting little army of well manicured friends. A tingle ran up her spine and suddenly, she could feel little Jim as he would feel, soon now, she hoped, walking on her body, wiggling his own toes under her upthrust tits, making her nipples pop out with excitement, hard as spines. Even now her nipples were taut. Her toes, though, felt cold and lonely.

"Be patient," she whispered to them. "It won't be long." She thought for the thousandth time with yearning of how a baby could pop his toes into his own mouth.

Almost without thinking, Rebekah trailed her hands slowly down the outside of the sheet to rub lightly over the protruding little points of her nipples, the friction of the material on the sensitive buds causing them to perk to greater and more visible rigidity. A spontaneous little moan rose in her throat as her hand trailed lower down the smooth sensuous flesh of her belly, and a silent battle waged in her mind as she tried to fight down the desire to reach for her feet. She had learned before that it would do no good. It only frustrated her worse than ever.

But in a sudden impulsive gesture, Rebekah kicked the sheet off her nakedly exposed curved body and gazed through narrowed eyes over the sensuous lines of her voluptuously contoured flesh, forcing her body to offer her voluptuous little toes some competition. Her breathing had hastened, and her lovely tits rose and fell visibly with each strained gust of air. Her thighs seemed on fire already, her naked flesh burning with unfulfilled sensation. Oh, God, if she could only have kept Jim Craft up here today! She was beginning to get more and more impatient about it while at the same time she was growing wiser about not rushing things. It was a conflict that gave her some very difficult days of waiting some times.

She suddenly thought to herself that she had not had sexual intercourse with a real man, an adult, for over a year. What would it be like now, she wondered? Immediately her body began to cool for an adult man had come to seem too rough, too hairy, and too big to satisfy her. She had fallen in love with things little, little boys, little swollen pricks, and little toes. Now once again her body was heating as she thought softly and tenderly of the gentle touch of littleness, little toes that she kissed and sucked and sometimes bit, imagining in her passion that she was biting them off!

Oh God, she dreamed, as she moved her hands back up to squeeze and fondle her tits, tweaking the hard little nipple buds, almost the size of her littlest toes, to even greater rigidity. Then, another whimper arising in her throat, she let her fingers glide lightly back down over the smooth flat plane of her belly and into the softly curling strands of pubic hair nestled so invitingly between her satin soft thighs.

Arching her hips in a sensuous movement, Rebekah pushed her hand daringly lower, gasping aloud at the first titillating contact of her finger over the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Then, as she began to work the finger slowly up and down over the little tingling bud, her whole body stiffened, an unwelcome spasm of longing shooting out suddenly from her throbbing clitoris to saturate deeply into her belly and over the rest of her tortured flesh. She could almost feel a small wet tongue rubbing the knuckle of her big toe as she continued a moment longer, tweaking and teasing her little clitoral bud, almost closing her eyes, breathing in deep strained gasps as little spontaneous shudders of delight darted over her nakedly tingling skin. With a groan of frustration, she drew her hand reluctantly away, resisting the temptation for a short moment which, in her present state of excitement, seemed like an eternity. But she had been through too much, too much strain, frustration, and worry. She had been denying herself ever since Tommy had left, and her whole body was demanding release no matter what she had to do to obtain it. If she hadn't spent so much time downstairs showing Jim what to do, she and Tommy would have had more time. It was her own fault. But she had been really taken with the new boy, really excited.

Well, like it or not, it would be a while before she dared approach Jim, so with a sob of despair, Rebekah dropped her hand between her naked thighs, her fingers playing gently over the goose bumped skin of her belly, venturing once again down through the curling strands of pubic hair nestled between her thighs. Then an even more powerful shudder came over the gorgeous brunette as she touched the pulsating slit of her already moistened pussy. She moaned aloud at the sudden and even more titillating contact, her asscheeks jerking as she carefully parted her hair-fringed cunt-lips and spread the profusely flowing moisture slowly up and down the length of her tingling cunt. Then Rebekah carefully pulled her moistened pussy lips apart and began to probe teasingly up into the tightness of her cuntal flesh while at the same time running her thumb over the sensitive little bud of her clitoris that nestled so invitingly at the top of the throbbing furrow.

Rebekah was going to masturbate! She couldn't even remember when she had last done that. She hadn't done it since starting with her boys, and before that, when she had a boyfriend, she hadn't needed to. God, she must have been a youngster! But she could pretend that someone was with her, she reasoned. It wasn't as though she hadn't fingered herself. She often fingered herself to a climax while the boys worked on her feet, but she didn't look upon that as masturbation. She was positive that at such times, her climax didn't come from fingering herself but from what the boys were doing, and that made the difference. To be all alone and do it, nevertheless, seemed to her obscene. But what else could she do? Her whole body was crying out with need. Her desire seemed to be at a peak at just exactly the wrong time. Furthermore, it had found focus earlier this afternoon as she was confronted with the marvelously forbidden sight of the naked Tommy. She had to have some relief.

At last, with a distant-sounding moan, Rebekah surrendered completely to her obscene lust, beginning a lewdly writhing undulation of her ass as she started to shove her finger in smooth even fucking strokes in and out between the tightly caressing lips of her steaming cunt.

As she began to finger-fuck herself in earnest, a stream of moans and pleadings issued from Rebekah's throat. Her emerald eyes were tightly shut now, her teeth gritted from the strain, and, forgetting completely that she was going to fantasize a boy with her, she began to thrash and toss her body in wild contortions of uncontrolled passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips, and her fingers fucked dartingly and swiftly in and out of her trembling pussy, her thumb working with a maddening effect over the throbbing little bud of her clitoris.

"Ooooohhhhh…" Rebekah moaned as she parted her throbbing pussy and spread the flowing moisture up and down the length of her tingling cunt while she thought of the little boys' wet tongues licking her all over her body!

The beautiful brunette's face was shining, flushed red with lust, as she strained and groaned in frustration and need. Worming her finger up into the warm quivering slit of her devouring cunt, she tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long dark hair whipping softly over the nakedness of her shoulders as she further intensified this obscene finger-fucking rhythm.

Then she lifted her head, gazing deliriously down between the trembling swells of her white tits at the shocking sight of her nakedly undulating body and her fiercely waving toes. She squirmed without restraint, responding feverishly to the obscene motions of her fingers fucking in and out so swiftly between the soft haired lips of her cuntal hole. Yet, shocked as she was, the lust-abandoned brunette could not completely quell the lewd thrill prompted in her by the sight of her own lascivious self-abuse. She seemed to derive a perverse excitement from the very depravity of the act, and she was determined to go through with it, even though she found it impossible, for some reason, to fantasize. She didn't care anymore. She was going to obtain the release from the devastating need that consumed her, no matter what degraded acts she had to inflict upon her own helplessly surrendered body to do so.

After a moment, Rebekah's dark head dropped back to the pillow. She gasped and moaned as she began to strain even more desperately for the still distant relief, her pelvis thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of her fingers into the quivering hot flesh of her hungering cunt, the lips of her cunt flowering open to give her even greater access to the warmly yielding inner flesh. At the same time, she continued and intensified the maddening strokes of her thumb over the twitching little bud of her clitoris, the obscene titillation almost driving her insane with the lewdly rising passion that surged up from her womb and into her voluptuous squirming tits.

Gradually Rebekah had let the temptation which had been nagging at her for the last few minutes take full control of her. She reached with one of her hands to the fully swollen mounds of her tits, her fingers frenziedly working over the throbbing tips of her nipples. With her other hand she continued to spread the copiously flowing slick moisture up and down the trembling slit of her cunt, her body bucking from the raw stabbing sensation as her finger fucked deeper and deeper up into her moistly clasping cuntal flesh. And now that she had ceased her mental resistance to the depraved act, she let the lurid vision of little Tommy return to her in clear and shocking focus. Yet, try as she might, she could not imagine his doing more than standing naked by the bed. Without her interest in him, he somehow looked pathetic in his nakedness and shame, but suddenly, she no longer saw him at all. Instead, she could see as clearly as though he were right beside her, Jim Craft's little toes! They were hardly ready for her yet. They were not as clean as they would some day be, so the instinct to which they appealed must have been motherly as much as sexual, yet the raw intensity of that emotion only further heightened her prurient response, and she knew finally that it was the physical need which had prompted just about anything to feel lascivious at this point.

Now the gorgeous thirty-two year old brunette was completely engulfed by the all-consuming lust which had been hewn to a peak with the tantalizing caresses between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, bending her knees to expose the tingling slit of her pussy even more defenselessly to the obscene thrusting of her middle finger up into the warm quivering cunt flesh while she continued and intensified the swift stroking of her thumb across the excitedly pulsing little bud of her clitoris.

Forgetting everything, Rebekah mewled and whimpered without restraint from the surging lust that coursed over every inch of her nakedly exposed flesh. She wiggled her finger furiously from side to side to probe into the most sensitive areas of her hot inner cuntal flesh, and her thumb squashed down hard on her little clitoral bud, causing flashes of overpowering delight to surge through her body. Like some perfectly functioning machine, the young woman arched her asscheeks up off the bed, not unaware of the pressure of her toes on the mattress, and scissored her naked thighs open and closed in a flurry of shameless arousal. She had reached the point of no return and there was no way to stop until she found the release she so desperately needed. With a deep animal groan of abandoned lust, she began to writhe and toss without control on the bed, her finger working all the way to the last knuckle up into the softly yielding flesh of her pussy. A torrent of moans and whimpers and distant hissing sounds issued from her throat, and again her eyes clamped tightly shut, her teeth grinding in animal fashion as she strained for the now imminent release.

Rebekah Howell lingered in the terrible purgatory of unfulfillment for a few moments longer. Then suddenly her whole body tensed. She shuddered, fucking her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of the softness of her burning cunt, deep groans rising urgently to her lips. Then, in a sudden whiplash motion, her naked body uncoiled, her legs closing tightly about the hand that invaded her private pussy flesh as she felt the rising tide begin to swell from deep in her belly.

It was going to happen! Unconsciously she caressed her toes against the mattress. She couldn't have stopped it now even if she wanted to. She was going to cum, and there was no escape. Then an even more obscene spasm of delight shook her lushly ripened body, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise swelling in her loins. She moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her finger completely out of the quivering cuntal flesh, and concentrating totally on the rapid stroking of her thumb over the now lewdly pulsating pink bud of her clitoris. Then she moaned even louder and fucked her middle finger savagely back into the convulsing wet flesh. She continued the frantic finger-fucking in and out of her clasping little pussy, her breath rasping in short strained gasps as she groaned in the delirium of her pleasure and wallowed in the obscene and depraved bliss as the lightning-like sensations jolted through her body. Oh God, how good it felt, even without a boy, and she almost passed out from the mind-blowing sensation.

Finally, Rebekah's soft white asscheeks sank in exhaustion down on the bed, and she dropped her head back to the pillow, gasping to catch her breath. Absently, she reached down for the sheet and spread it over her naked body, even kicking it up over her now relaxed toes. For a few moments longer the little spasms of excitement continued to course through her loins, and she left her hand resting limply on the sensitive and sated flesh between her thighs. She closed her eyes and for a moment, almost drifted into sleep. The problem with drifting into sleep, however, was that she kept thinking and wondering about Jim Craft with his angelic face, his blond hair, his mischievous blue eyes, and the most beautiful set of toes she had seen yet. It was perhaps wiser to get up, get something to eat, turn on the TV, and make thoughts of Jim Craft wait until tomorrow!

CHAPTER TWO

Jim Craft caught up with Tommy Speigle right after school. "Hey, you didn't tell me about the shoes!" he cried.

"What are you talking about," Tommy answered. "Of course I told you about the shoes. You just weren't listening. You had your mind on what was going to happen!"

Jim chuckled with some embarrassment. "Nawww, you told me I'd have to shine them, but you didn't tell me she uses them as ornaments! God, she is really nuts!"

"You won't care whether she's nuts or not, I tell you!"

"I believe you," he said. "She's got a body like I never seen in Playboy or any place!" His brow puckered in a frown. "But I didn't know she was crazy or something, Tommy. God, shoes for ornaments!"

"That ain't crazy, Jim. Christ, I got an aunt who collects mustache cups, and they're just awful to look at, but she's got them stuck everywhere in the house. I mean everywhere! Geez, and she's real nice, too. It's just that some people like wacky things, that's all."

"Especially grown ups," Jim agreed suddenly. "Well, anyway, how long did you say it takes her to get around to doing anything?"

"Oh, a couple of weeks, at least. I think she's afraid to scare the kids off, you know?"

"Oh, hell, I don't want to wait no couple of weeks!" Jim said rather truculently for such an angelic looking boy.

"So, do something about it then, if you got the guts," Tommy prodded. Tommy's parents had grown uneasy about the time he had spent working for Rebekah Howell, and had decided they didn't want him at her house any more. He was going to have to rely on second hand stories for his kicks for a while. He would be just as happy to have Jim get started so there would be something to talk about with him. Tommy was not the jealous type.

"I've been thinking about what I'd do if the waiting got too long," he said. "I got plans."

"Why wait at all then?" Tommy asked.

"I didn't say I was going to. I just got to see how things go. You got to be careful about these things."

"How do you know, Jimmy," Tommy chided. "I thought you was a virgin."

"What does that have to do with it? I guess you got to be just as careful when you're a virgin as when you ain't!"

"Yeah. Skip it," Tommy said. Jim Craft always left him with a befuddled head. "Let me know what happens, though, huh?" he asked with a broad grin. "Christ, I wish I was you!" He was good-natured about the loss… in public. Actually, he had cried himself to sleep last night.

"Yeah, when I see you. I got to go now, Tom," Jim reminded his friend.

So while Tommy Speigle went miserably on his way to his own home, Jim Craft started out for Rebekah Howell's house, wondering if he would be pushing things if he did what he would like to do. Still, if his new employer had in mind what she seemed to have in mind, her own impatience might be counted upon. It was a sunny day, but just a bit cold, and Jim stuffed his hands into his trousers pockets to keep them warm as he made his way diagonally across the green lawn of the school toward her street. The noisy chatter of the other students who filled the grounds was only a dull din at the back of his mind. He found himself hurrying faster and faster. He tried to fix Tommy's reassuring grin firmly in his mind. He was sure that there was no reason to doubt Tommy. He knew that Tommy had done the things he had said with Miss Howell. He could see the truth in his face, and Tommy had never been the kind to lie anyway.

When Jim reached Miss Howell's house, he went right in the back door as he had been told to do. The shoes and boots were in the corner where they had been put the evening before. Probably he was expected to just start working on them so that he could move on later to other things, but he could not help wondering where Miss Howell was. He was tempted to look for her. It was an excellent excuse to roam the house, and the more he thought about it, the more the temptation grew until it was so strong, it was undeniable. He sneaked out of the kitchen into the hall and finally, without looking too hard into any other room, he slipped up the stairs. Was she in her bedroom? Maybe she was waiting for him there! But no, that was hardly likely. She might be there, but he doubted that she would try to start on him too soon.

It took opening a couple of doors, one into a room with an unmade bed and the other into a bathroom, before he found her room. She was not there! She must have gone to the store or something, he thought, and suddenly, the situation just seemed inevitable. Of course, he would now have the time to give himself a hard-on, just like he sometimes did in his own bed at night. It was the only way he knew to tempt her. He hadn't enough experience to know of any other way. In fact, he had no experience at all. But he got up onto her bed, propped two pillows up against the pretty wood bedstead, and reclined back against them in a half-sitting position, his legs extended straight out before him.

Yet he hesitated. It was one thing to reason out a plan and dream about it but another matter altogether to carry it out. It took every ounce of courage the youth could muster to get up the nerve to reach down and unzip his trousers. With a trembling hand, he removed his small limp prick from his fly and stared down at it shamefully for a moment. Then he noticed with horror that he still had on his shoes! Tommy had warned him and Miss Howell had told him, too, that she never allowed shoes in her house. It was zany, if you asked him, but he didn't want to get her angry, not this afternoon! He wanted to arouse her emotions, but not anger! He looked at the little clock beside the bed. How long would it take for her to look for him, for surely she would look. He slowly began then to stroke the limp and flaccid flesh of his soft little cock!

Under ordinary circumstances, Jim never had any problem achieving an erection. In fact, it seemed that for the last few months he spent most of his waking hours with a hard-on. That's why when Tommy Speigle told him not only about the job he was losing but about the sort of thing he did for his pay, Jim had immediately applied for work. It was exactly what he needed. For though he knew masturbation was a sin and that it could cause pimples and lack of hearing among other unpleasant side effects, the practice had become almost a habit, unavoidably, it seemed. It was such a habit, that he thought it would be no trouble at all to try it here. But jacking off in the bathroom or alone in his own room at home was one thing. Doing it here in a relatively strange woman's house where she would, hopefully, find him at it, was something entirely different. In his present nervous state, he wasn't even certain he could even get an erection.

Oh, he meant to take off his shoes! He was so nervous, he had noticed them and then forgot about it. Quickly he reached down and pulled at the laces of both shoes at once, then slid them off his heels and onto the floor. He wondered if he should take off his socks. Yesterday she had him do that so he had been extra careful about getting his feet clean this morning and wearing clean socks. Well, he didn't know any specific rule about removing the socks, too. He had better leave them on. If she wanted them off, she could tell him about it.

Little Jim Craft must have then continued to stroke and fondle his limp prick for a good two minutes before it finally did begin to respond. He tried to force the awareness of his motivation out of his mind and concentrate totally on the way he had felt the other night with the big picture from Playboy magazine spread on his pillows while he lay naked as though between the sexy woman's widely parted thighs, her soft-looking haired, tender cunt completely exposed to his avid gaze, the nub end of his rigidly lewd cock stroking right up against the picture of the pink, glistening slit. At last it began to work. He felt a little twitch, and the flaccid flesh gradually transformed, the limp maleness slowly growing until it loomed up into fully throbbing rigidity.

Jim let his mind wander freely now. He conjured up a vision of that redheaded playgirl lying naked beneath him on the soft bed, her beautiful arms crossed above her head to arch and define her ripely formed mountainous tits. He had kissed one of the nipples in the picture and he recalled it now. They said the perforated pink flesh would swell to its own hardness between a man's lips. It sure sounded like heaven. The young preteen could almost smell her womanly body. It smelled like his mother, of course. He had been at it so long though, that he was getting very good at imagining the feel of a woman's warm thighs clamped tightly against his hips as though he was on the verge of entering her. Oh, God, how he longed for the actual experience of sexual intercourse. He sure hoped what he was doing now would work, because he knew instinctively, in spite of what he hesitated to believe when the guys talked about it, that nothing would compare! Sometimes, though, it seemed as though it would never happen, not to him, not ever.

Jim Craft had almost forgotten the reason for his masturbation when he heard the faint footsteps up the stairway getting louder and louder. He stiffened, a rush of adrenaline causing him to almost lose his breath and stared down in virtual disbelief at the sight of his rigidly throbbing, blood-engorged prick thrust up in fully pulsing erection between the fingers that were now swiftly manipulating the flesh up and down off the rubbery head. A little droplet of seminal fluid had leaked out the glans at the tip and glistened obscenely, and as he slackened the movements of his fingers, he felt an annoying stab of frustration in his testicles and realized almost incredulously that, if Miss Howell were not arriving within a few seconds, he would have forgotten all about her and gone ahead and shot off.

But that was not his purpose for being up here, he reminded himself firmly, and Jim knew that if he did not act now, he would lose his nerve completely. He had stopped nervously, but now he returned his hand to the rigidly swollen shaft of his blood-swollen cock and began to stroke up and down in even swifter, more frenzied movements. He closed his eyes, forcing himself in spite of all his fear to concentrate on the lewdly titillating memory of the redhead's naked but only paper pussy, persisting even as he heard Miss Howell's hand on the knob of the door. Though her feet were bare, he had been able to hear her on the stairs because they were not carpeted and bore her shifting weight with thuds and squeaks.

The handsome little blond twelve year old was grunting and groaning as if completely engulfed in his lust, his hand still working rapidly up and down along the hard throbbing shaft of his lewdly bloated cock when the door was opened, and he heard his pretty dark-haired employer's shocked gasp.

I here was a long moment, a horrendous and uncertain moment of terrifying silence, but the boy was holding his trace straight. Rebekah could not believe her eyes at first. Her next reaction was to try to think. Now she was not even breathing, and the sound of the feverish workings of Jim Craft's hand had stopped as had his own sensual groans. The young twelve year old's face was now blank and white, his eyes finally staring back at her in horror. She didn't speak. She couldn't move. Had he expected her to find him? She couldn't take her eyes off the little stockinged feet, standing up in lewdly erected suggestion just like the exposed and bulbous cock. But, regardless, it was much too soon! He had very likely expected to get away with it before she came. The motionless woman could see that Jim was every bit as stunned as she was. He looked almost as devastated as he had when she had asked him to remove his socks yesterday. She could not help drawing a parallel unconsciously between that moment and this. What would he do, how would he react, she wondered, if she slowly slipped off his socks now? Then somehow she managed to wrench her eyes away from his enthralling feet, resisting the temptation to touch them, and riveted her gaze on the nakedly exposed prick that stood up hard and solid over his open fly. Finally, her lips quivering as she tried to find the words she should speak over the din in her mind of the words she wanted to speak.

"Jim. Jimmy, I don't understand," she said in a cracked voice. "I… I thought you came to… to work," she added lamely.

Except for his tongue, which flicked quickly from his mouth to moisten his lips, which were suddenly dry, the frightened blond boy remained completely motionless for a moment longer. Now he had never felt so stupid or ashamed in his whole life. This was worse than any of his old nightmares because for one thing, he knew he was not going to wake up. When he was having a nightmare he was always able sooner or later to wake himself up, but what do you do with reality? Oh, God, what if Tommy had tricked him, he thought frantically. How horribly embarrassing to have such a beautiful woman see him beating his meat and very likely believing he was some kind of sex pervert!

"Jim. Please, tell me…" she tried again.

"I… I couldn't help it," he nearly cried weakly, casting his blue eyes downward. Unconsciously he stiffened, and the motion caused his still fully erect cock to jerk lewdly with an enticing springing motion. As it did so, he heard the brunette woman gasp, which only further intensified his shame. His veined prick was still erect, and for some reason, it wouldn't go down. Jim was so frightened now that he couldn't even bring himself to put it back in his trousers.

"But… but, Jim, why did you have to come… come here to do th… that?"

Jim bit his lips. "I… I don't know what to say, M… Miss Howell." The twelve year old looked sheepishly back at his pretty employer, his eyes unconsciously drifting down the length of her shapely body. She was really a good looking woman. Her tits could not be quite as large as that redhead's in the magazine, but who would want real ones that big anyway? Miss Howell's looked plenty big enough, if you asked him! They were sure perfectly proportioned. Her waist was slender, her stomach flat. Her hips flared out in perfectly inviting half-moons, and her thighs were long, teasingly outlined in the firmly clinging material of her jersey dress.

Then the boy looked back at her face, strained with shock, as he interpreted her expression, and shook his head. He felt dizzy, as if the bed were floating beneath him, as though he were on a cloud, which was not only waving the bed around but passing right through his brain. He felt almost non-existent, and then, to his astonishment, the words he had self-consciously thought of the minute he had conceived of this wild action in which he was now irretrievably involved, began to flow smoothly from his lips.

"I… I didn't know what else to do because I was so desperate, you see. There's this girl, and everyone in school knows she's a coc… an awful tease. I mean she… Well, I ran into her on the way and… and I got kind of horny."

Rebekah felt a lump rise in her throat. She could not help but recall that she had committed the same obscene act of self-abuse, realizing that for her, a mature woman, that act was much more perverse and inexcusable than it was for a boy of Jim's age. In fact, masturbation for a boy of Jim Craft's age was even natural. She knew that well enough, but whether it was the act of his doing it or the waste of his not doing it to her, whatever the secret subconscious reasons, she still could not rationalize the fact in her mind. There was something about the sight of his nakedly exposed young prick sticking so rigidly from the fly of his trousers under his own fingers that was lewd and shocking. And this was a funny thing, too, because often her boys played with themselves while she satisfied her own desires, and it wasn't lewd and shocking then, only compelling! Why was that so? Right now, though she could hardly control her excitement, she just couldn't imagine the handsome little blond boy doing such a thing. But at the same time she couldn't escape the realization that if he would do this, then he was riper for plucking than she thought.

"A cock tease, huh?" she mumbled in a low voice, finding that once again her eyes were sliding from the still obscenely exposed erection of Jim's cock to the stiffened, slightly spread toes of his feet beneath his socks.

"Well, uh, yeah," he said, stunned that she used the word he had avoided.

"That will do it," she said suddenly.

"It sure will," the boy hastened to agree. "You know, it was so bad, I didn't think I'd even be able to get this far, honest. I was ashamed to walk down the street. I ran all the way!"

"Ran?"

"Well, I had a hard-on and it was showing, you know."

Jim noticed with the faintest twinge of satisfaction the crimson flush that crept over the gorgeous brunette's face as he made that remark, and he couldn't help but see that as he said it, she was once more diverted from staring at his toes to his still revealed, fully throbbing veined cock. Jim was cautious. He was still not quite sure of Tommy and his information. After all, it could be mere wishful thinking on his own part, the excitement he thought he could see on Miss Howell's face at the sight of his bloated cock. At the root of Jim's uncertainty was the fact that he couldn't imagine why a woman as good-looking and sophisticated as Miss Howell could be interested in a kid like himself or like Tommy. Tommy swore it was possible, but it still seemed too good to be true. Yet, once having committed himself like this, Jim knew that he might as well try his best in case there was the slightest possibility of his plan working. At this point, he hardly had anything to lose!

The youth wet his lips again and once more flexed the still fully erect shaft of his lewdly swollen cock, again causing it to jerk upward in a springing motion. This time Rebekah Howell visibly winced even though her eyes seemed more on his feet than on his cock. She was probably watching out of the corner of her eye, he decided. He could see that she looked up at the door suddenly with a great amount of effort.

"I don't know what the other guys do. Well, I guess I do know to be honest." He faltered rather purposefully. "I guess I'm the only guy in my class who hasn't had a piece of… hasn't… uh… had sex." He paused, casting his eyes forlornly downward. "I bet I never will, either!"

"Oh, that's not true, Jim," Rebekah said almost too quickly, watching him to see if he knew anything. Maybe she had better skip a few boys for awhile, if she had the will power. But possibly the word was getting around at last. "Someday, when you're grown up, I'm sure you will have a wife and everything."

"But that's so long away," Jim wailed. "I can't even imagine being grown up. And I don't know of any guy who waits that long!"

"Well, of course you don't want to wait," Rebekah said carefully. "That's because of your age. As far as you can see, tomorrow is never going to come! But that doesn't mean you can't wait!" Rebekah wondered where she ever got such ideas herself!

"Why should l?"

"Because…" Rebekah's voice trailed off. Her head was spinning, and she couldn't even think of a logical answer to that question right now. She couldn't think of anything. Everything was a jumble in her mind, and she couldn't keep her eyes from darting first to his wonderful little feet and then to the virile young blood-engorged prick. It would sure help if he would put that back into his trousers.

"And now it's even worse," the boy said dolefully.

"What is worse?"

"I'm even hornier than I was before. I thought I could come in here and get rid of it before I had to start work, and I almost did when you came in and stopped me. Now it's even worse. I don't know how I'll be able to work!"

Rebekah caught her breath at the obscene thought that flashed through her mind. Oh, God, it was too soon! But it was just too, too lurid to keep to herself and she knew she had to say it. In spite of her emotional revulsion at the mere suggestion that he do such a thing all by himself, she knew it would be the voice of logic and maturity speaking. "All right, Jim, you go ahead and do it, and I'll go downstairs and wait until you're ready to come to work." God, she was in agony. How fortunate my erection doesn't show, she thought!

"But I can't do that," Jim said, staring down at the floor and shaking his head solemnly. "I just can't do it. You must know that getting caught doing this is the most embarrassing thing that can happen to a guy, and I just can't go on with it now that you know I'm doing it. I guess you'll lose all your respect for me. I… I guess you'll fire me!"

"Oh, no, I don't think so, Jim," Rebekah said. "I think I understand this sort of thing all right. I was just a little surprised when I first saw you."

"Well, I don't care," said Jim, making his lip tremble sweetly. "I just can't do it." Then he lifted his eyes slowly. He could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest, and he was so scared he could hardly even speak. But he had to try. He had come this far. There was no reason to back out now. "Unless…"

Rebekah looked sharply, perhaps expectantly, back at the small blond boy, who was now watching her almost with a sheepish smile.

"Unless what, Jim?"

Jim swallowed hard. "Unless you help me."

Rebekah could hardly believe she had heard right. The words had been clear enough, but this was the first time that any boy had ever been this bold. Something was wrong. It had to be, or he just couldn't be serious. Surely, he wouldn't have the gall to ask her on his own!

"What do you mean, help you?" she asked.

"Well, I've heard some of the guys talking, and they say it feels a whole lot better if a girl does it for you. You know! Jacks you off. Then the other day, this girl touched me. I don't know if she did it on purpose or not, but her hand felt twice as good as mine when I touch myself."

Rebekah's mouth dropped open as the shocking truth of Jim's meaning crept into her consciousness. It was too marvelous to hope for, but was there too much risk in letting him get the upper hand, do the directing? She could tell from the look on his face that though he was embarrassed and afraid, he was still serious in his lewdly degrading suggestion. He wanted her to assist him in masturbating. Well, masturbating alone she didn't really go for. Maybe if she took off his socks… But what was she thinking of?

"I… I can't believe you want me to do that, Jim," she told him falteringly.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything bad about it, Miss Howell. I just wanted… well, it was selfish of me to ask you. But you know, everybody in school laughs at me for being a… a virgin!"

"How do they know?"

"They can tell, I guess. At least, I can't seem to convince them it isn't true. I figure there must be some secret thing I don't know about, and they can tell I don't know about it."

She started to go, saying over her shoulder as though she were speaking to herself, "I don't think it's wise!"

Jim's heart sank as he watched the voluptuous woman turn to leave. The plan had failed and maybe Tommy Speigle was a liar after all. He should have known it was crazy to even try.

Then to his surprise, Miss Howell hesitated and looked back.

"Jim, I'm sorry," she said. Rebekah had realized that she had slipped up. She hadn't told him it was wrong or that she wouldn't, but that it was not wise. After he thought about it, after he remembered that remark, he might get angry, and then, God knew what he would do or say and to whom! He would understand if she told him it was wrong. He would understand if she told him she didn't do such things. But wisdom? Didn't that imply a certain possibility? Didn't that imply that she would expect for some secret reason that she was not confiding in him? Well, it was true. She was not confiding her reason. But wasn't it dangerous to let him suffer when he didn't understand why he had to?

Meanwhile, Jim Craft caught his breath. He saw the beautiful brunette's green eyes descend again toward his loins and the still partially rigid shaft of his cock, and her strained expression convinced him he had to give it one last try.

"Then will you please help me? Please?"

It was utterly and completely insane to risk so much. She had to wait, to feel out the situation, to be absolutely sure that there would be no repercussions from any child she so used! It was a threatening situation to get into without thought. If it ever got out to a single parent that she was hiring her boys to frolic nakedly with them instead of to do the innocent chores they were supposed to be doing, what would happen? She didn't really care to find out. But why would a boy like Jim, wanting sex obviously, say anything to anyone and possibly lose it that way? How could she refuse him now and seduce him later? That might be far more dangerous, when she thought about it.

Yet she couldn't avoid suspecting that under all her attempts to think and her rationalizations, there seemed in her current confused state of consciousness, to be an even more compelling reason for her to do what Jim asked. In spite of everything else, she simply wanted to. She could hardly control her breathing or the furious pounding of her heart as she let her gaze wander back to the smooth little prick and the two delicate hills of toes standing up so rigidly, one between his thighs and the other two not far away, lower in the bed. She did want to touch him. She could imagine the resilient feel of countless extremities in her hand. She could imagine the little blond groaning in mingled embarrassment and ecstasy as she performed the manipulations that led him to the release that he must need just as badly as she needed her own a while ago, and if she wasn't careful, would need again too soon! She couldn't deny the forbidden thrill swelling in her own tits at the thought of caressing him. Perhaps if she could keep up the pretense that she was only doing him a favor. That might be a permissible compromise.

"Please, Miss Howell, I need your help. I really do need it!"

Rebekah sucked her breath in hoarsely, staring at the cute young boy through narrowed eyes. Oh, if you only knew why I hired you, she thought. She had never seen such a look of innocent and desperate pleading on anyone's face in her life, and her heart went out to him. He was really extraordinary… the best she had had ever. He was angelically handsome, mischievous of eye, and oh, so innocent and helpless! Was he playing a trick on her? Was he? Oh, God what did she care if he was?

"All right," she whispered. "Promise me, oh, promise me, Jim, that you'll never tell anyone!"

"I promise! Oh, yes, I promise. I'll never tell anyone!" the artful little boy cried.

Her breath coming in even more audible gasps, Rebekah walked over to the bed. She saw the look of hope that lit up on little Jim Craft's angelic face, and despite all of her own apprehension against rushing things quite this fast, she couldn't quell her warm response to that rewarding sight. She sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him with a sultry gaze that was quite unconscious. A soft whimper rose in her throat, and she reached toward the young blond boy's nakedly inviting little bloated prick, which had begun to surge again toward a renewed erection even before the initial touch.

"Oh, Miss Howell!" Jim gasped, his whole body twitching spontaneously as he felt the curvaceous brunette's fingers close warmly about the throbbing shaft of his blood-filled cock. "That feels… unbelievable!"

Rebekah smiled from within, from the memory of so many like exclamations from so many little virgin boys. She tried to hide the excitement she herself felt at finally touching the virilely pulsating little prick that had so unnaturally obsessed her, far more than usual, for the last couple of days, since Jim had first come to inquire about replacing Tommy Speigle.

The beautiful emerald-eyed recluse was in a state of mindless excitement as she began a rhythmic up and down stroking motion of her hand on the boy's slender rod of lust-hardened flesh. She was strongly tempted to reach down and take each of his socks off with her teeth while she worked on his cock and wondered if she would be able to restrain herself or if she would finally have to give in to that desire at some overwhelming point.

The feel of Jim's warm young prick, which had been gradually overpowering her ever since she first walked into the room and seen it there a couple of feet from his darling toes, was almost driving her out of her mind. Her body was responding beyond all her wishes, her flesh tingling with unwanted lust that surged up in her thighs despite all her attempts at self control. And the fact that for the first time, she was being seduced by one of her little gigolos added an emotional factor that only further intensified her physical arousal. She closed her eyes, a little moan of hunger rising in her throat, and she began to work her hand up and down even faster. She could feel the little boy's body jerking and shuddering beneath her salacious caresses, and she sensed it wouldn't be long until he reached the climax he had apparently been approaching even before she had come up to her bedroom a few moments ago.

Then she heard a groan escape from the young boy's lips and felt his hips sag back down into the softness of the mattress. The groan was followed by a sigh that caused her to open her eyes to look up at his face. Rebekah was sorry and slightly frightened to face the sight that greeted her. She had expected an expression of unbridled lust and passion. Instead, Jim Craft looked as if he were about to cry. She couldn't understand it. She couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. She certainly knew how to go about caressing a young boy's prick. She considered herself an expert, with the usual boy, that is. Perhaps some boys were different.

"Jim, what in the world is wrong?"

"It won't work," he said, shaking his head forlornly. At last Rebekah ceased the motions of her hand and let the stony little prick lie motionless in her hand, her fingers still feeling the hotly throbbing pulse in the swollen shaft.

"Why not?" she asked bewildered.

"It's not your fault, Miss Howell," he said sadly. "I just can't help it. I still feel rotten, and it embarrasses me for you to see me like this."

"But Jim!"

"And I'm going to shoot off in a minute. I can't help myself, and I don't want you to see me!"

"But… but why do you think I'm doing this? Honest, I expect you to shoot off. I really do. What else would I expect you to do?" the bewildered woman asked.

"No, it's too messy, Miss Howell. I can't do that. Please!" Jim could hardly bring himself to make his next statement because what his beautiful employer, hanging over him so he could hardly see anything but those luscious tits, had been doing for him had felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his life. She seemed to know just how to do it. And the way he felt right now, he wouldn't really have hesitated in the least to cum right here on her bed in plain sight. But according to what Tommy had reported, he would be a fool to do that. He was more convinced than ever that Tommy had been telling the truth. His own state of excitement helped to convince him, of course. But he could see that Miss Howell was really getting excited from jacking him off, and he had to try to make her go all the way.

"No, Miss Howell," he said finally in a quavering voice. "You better stop now."

"Don't be silly, Jim," Rebekah pleaded. "Come on. Let yourself cum. I don't mind."

The conniving little blond boy flinched as Rebekah Howell resumed the up and down stroking of her hand along the now wildly tingling shaft of his rigid prick. It's funny how she rubbed his cock but all the while had her eyes hungrily on his small socked feet. Maybe she was a little ashamed of looking at him, but that didn't make sense.

"No, Miss Howell. Please. Please stop."

Again Rebekah slacked the movement of her hand, looking at the cute and troubled boy in desperation. Then she almost collapsed at his next shocking statement.

"Maybe… if you would lay on top of me or something and make me do it that way… that would be better."

"James Craft!" Rebekah said sharply. "You're just trying to trick me! Where did you get such ideas?" she asked, suspicious and wary again. "What made you think I would do all this?" Belatedly she drew her hand away.

Then she could hardly believe it as Jim reached up to rub his eyes. When he took his hand away from his face again his eyes were watering. Tears? He was crying, and it must have been that which prompted the next even more lascivious and devastatingly dangerous thought to enter Rebekah's mind. Usually she did things in reverse, and she had never done it quite this way before so that later, she would not even know where the idea had come from. It was a concept completely alien to her. She would like to… well… she would like to do it her own way, but if he was going to cry to have the summing happen in her hand, she had better compromise.

Now, it was strange, but now that the idea came to her and was embedded in her mind, she couldn't escape from it. For as degrading as it was, from Jim's point of view, uneducated as he was still, it was a perfect idea. He would get the satisfaction he wanted without the embarrassment inherent in allowing her to make him cum with her hand. It would redeem his wounded ego as nothing else possibly could have.

"Please, Miss Howell. I'm sorry."

Rebekah almost closed her eyes. Well at least, she could take off his socks. She could allow herself that much satisfaction! "I'll… I'll do something for you, Jim. I've… I've never done anything like this for a man, but I want to do it for you." Consciously, she was telling the truth.

Rebekah felt a lewd little quiver of masochistic excitement flow through her own body as she once again entwined her fingers around the rigid flesh of his blood-engorged cock, bending it backward until it pointed straight up into the air. A little drop of seminal fluid glistened on the tiny plum-colored glans at the tip, beckoning her. And she knew, insane as the act she had conceived might be, that she wasn't going to back out. She was going to do it. But she had to have something for her, too. Quickly, she pulled off one sock and then the other and with a slow gentle touch, began to rub his toes.

Jim Craft groaned, staring down in wide-eyed shock as Miss Howell shifted about on the bed and bent slowly over his loins. He thought his eyes must be deceiving him. Oblivious to her fingers winding among his toes, he was watching her delicate, soft-looking mouth lowering to his… to his cock! Was she going to suck him off? It was like a dream, a wet dream from which he would suddenly awake, writhing and groaning in frustration. But it wasn't a dream. It was really going to happen. She was going to suck him off!

Slow by Rebekah flicked out her tongue, far out of her mouth, moistening her already glistening lips. Then, her own secret desire surging almost as wildly as she knew Jim's must be, she leaned her face over the young boy's body, bending the hard-swollen shaft of his eagerly throbbing cock further backwards until it was pointed straight up at her face. Inches from it, she paused again and ever so slowly opened her mouth to breathe gently over the rounded little cockhead.

"Ooohhhhhh," the young blond boy moaned, his hips jerking suddenly in his wildly building anticipation at the realization of what the school nurse was about to do to him.

Gingerly, Rebekah flicked her tongue again from her lips, the saliva wetted tip coming into suddenly shocking contact with the throbbing tip of the writhing twelve year old's blood-hard cock. She circled her wet tongue slowly about the smooth rubbery flesh, heating his excited moan and feeling his hips twitch even more urgently in response to the wantonly titillating sensation. The tip of her tongue sought out the tiny opening of the glans and darted out to flick up the little seminal droplet. The sharp masculine taste only served to stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hands slipped slowly to the base of the pulsing cockshaft, as she continued to lick teasingly at the tip and gradually move her head lower to take it hungrily up into the moist warmth of her mouth.

Jim's whole body quivered. He couldn't even believe the lewdly arousing sensation as Miss Howell closed her full wet lips around the tingling head of his erected cock. Then, with an even deeper groan, Jim shoved his hips suddenly upward while his hands grasped the gorgeous woman's long dark hair to hold her face against his prick as he fucked the whole length of his impatiently throbbing cockshaft straight up into the yielding warmth of her hungering mouth.

At the young boy's sudden display of aggression, Rebekah gave out a muffled moan. His slender young prick almost choked her, but she derived a lewd excitement from his show of confidence and surrendered her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating cockflesh slide smoothly down the length of her tongue and penetrate almost to the back of her throat. An unknown source of masochistic pleasure inspiring her, she purred softly around the throbbing hardness and began to suck in earnest. The youngster's small asscheeks quivered on the soft mattress as he felt Miss Howell close her soft warm lips tightly around his sensitive cock and begin to move her head up and down in a lascivious bobbing motion. It was beginning to look as though he wasn't going to succeed in having sexual intercourse with her after all, but he was hardly disappointed. It was a failing of an ironic sort, for though he would still be technically a virgin, he would have at least the secret satisfaction of knowing that he had done what Tommy hadn't done, so he said. He would have fucked her in the mouth. Yes, as far as Jim knew, this might be a once in a lifetime experience.

As the excited twelve year old began to brush eagerly up from the bed, Rebekah surrendered her lips and mouth even more willingly to the satiation of his obscene lust. Her own excitement she fed from her fingers around his tender toes. Again and again the lewdly pulsing hardness of his cock shoved ruthlessly into her yielding mouth, the blood-swollen head sucking like a plunger mercilessly down the full length of her tongue to embed itself all the way to the back of her throat. Jim shoved his pelvis harder and harder up against the beautiful woman's face as though he had completely forgotten that she was his employer. He was using her mouth totally and without reservation as an object of his pent-up sexual craving, holding her face tightly against him even as she gasped and strained to catch her breath around the fucking rod of virile flesh that filled her mouth.

But now she didn't begrudge him even that. She knew that she had shamed and embarrassed him by coming in upon him when she did, not that it was her fault exactly. Well, she was really grateful for the opportunity to make it up to him, if she needed that excuse to satisfy her own cravings. Meanwhile, of course, she kept her fingers tantalizingly on his young toes and tried to pretend that his lust-inflated prick was a big toe. And so she was able to live with and enjoy the shame and humiliation at the obscene use he was making of her mouth. She was beginning to respond with a masochistic fervor she would never have expected of herself. Gradually, she was starting to shed her inhibitions, concentrating all her efforts on her wantonly submissive sucking of the boy's delicious young cock. She bobbed her head up and down, swishing her tongue wildly around the surging shaft of flesh and flicking it gingerly right down to the satin skin at the base of the shaft that protruded up from the fly of Jim's trousers. His big toe, she thought and made gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding her soft warm mouth up totally for his pleasure, sucking ravenously with lips that had been tightly stretched by the violating hardness that surged relentlessly in and out of her mouth. And she was determined to keep it up to the end until Jim got the satisfaction his lust so urgently demanded until all of his self-confidence was restored.

As she intensified her lewd sucking, Rebekah's own body began to undulate and sway urgently on the bed. Her skin was tingling and goose bumped beneath the material of her dress, crying out to be touched, and she could feel her own forbidden desire building to a pitch she had never known in her life. She knew Jim was growing more aroused by the second, his passion manifest in the more urgent violent upward thrust of his hips and the deeper and more urgent groans issuing from his throat. She knew the cum was beginning to well up in his testicles in anticipation of its mad dash to ejaculate, and as shocking as the whole idea was, she began to hunger for it. She wanted him to shoot off. She wanted him to cum in her mouth!

Jim Craft opened his blue eyes, staring in triumph as the beautiful brunette really began to suck him in earnest. She was almost as excited as he was, and instinct told him this was to be his big chance. He had to exploit her unnatural passion to its fullest extent so that she would not decide it might be wiser to let him go and get another boy, and if he played it just right, he still might be able to fuck her sooner or later.

Then, rallying his own courage, Jim reached suddenly downward to seize the hem of her skirt and work it quickly up the satiny flesh of her well-formed thighs. Without ever taking her lips from the burning head of Jim Craft's lewdly inflated cock or her trembling fingers from the soft but bony digits of his toes, Rebekah shifted and turned her head to gaze up in surprise at his even more blatantly aggressive action. Jim hesitated a moment, then, seeing no actual protest in Miss Howell's expression, he pulled the skirt up further to her waist, above the bikini panties that translucently revealed the tightly rounded half-moons of her asscheeks and the dark hair of her pussy.

Rebekah Howell almost cried out aloud in her excitement as Jim Craft ran his young hand down inside the elastic waistband of her panties from behind, his fingers trailing teasingly along the crack of her asscheeks to find wanton contact with the already hotly moistened slit of her cunt. Then, a shiver running through her whole body, she dropped her lips even more hungrily down about the rigidly jerking cockshaft, her tongue swiping smoothly over the bulbous tip. Further moans of submission issued deep from her throat as Jim's fingers moved up along her hair-lined pussy slit.

Her asscheeks jerked even more wildly at the first shattering contact of his hand on the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris, and then another shiver darted through her voluptuous body as his fingers stroked back down the length of her trembling cunt-slit to brush lightly up over the little puckered hole of her ass. For a moment she could hardly even concentrate on her own endeavor. Then, as she felt Jim's blood-hard cock begin to twitch even more rigidly, she resumed the frantic bobbing of her head above his wildly undulating pelvis with even greater fervor, her teeth scratching lightly up and down the sensitive skin of his cock, her tongue still swiping and twirling madly over the palpitating head as she masochistically anticipated the ejaculation that was now imminent.

Jim knew that he could not hold out much longer, and he tried to concentrate his full attention to Miss Howell's near naked ass and the softly moistened flesh of her pussy. He worked his hand back from her smooth little asshole to her parted cuntal lips from behind and then wormed his outstretched middle finger slowly up into her wetly heated cuntal hole.

The little blond twelve year old had never even touched a real woman's pussy before, of course. For him it had been all pictures, but he certainly would not be satisfied with those any longer! The warm cavern of inner cuntal flesh felt even better and even more inviting than he could have imagined. And the thrill of this discovery combined with the lewdly tantalizing sensation of having her sucking his rocky cock as hard as she could was more than the poor boy could stand.

His young body suddenly stiffened, and he groaned deeply from the delicious tickling sensation that ran up and down his twitching rod of lewdly inflated flesh as the sperm began suddenly to well up in his balls and surge toward the burgeoning head of his veined cock.

"Uh… oh, Miss Howell," Jim gasped, his ass sinking down into the mattress as he tried to regain his control. He could feel the cum welling up in his balls, and he knew there wasn't going to be a way in the world for him to keep from shooting off. He was going to cum whether he was ready or not, and if Miss Howell didn't get out of the way he was going to do it right in her face.

The thirty two year old green-eyed beauty sensed the sudden increase of tension in the boy's body. She knew he was going to ejaculate at any minute, and in her excitement she began madly pinching his toes, but Jim didn't notice at all. She began, too, to hunch and jerk her own nearly naked ass even more frantically, squirming the softness of her pussy back and forth on his slender finger that still remained embedded deep up inside her warm cuntal flesh, straining in sheer desperation to obtain her own climax simultaneously with the handsome boy.

Jim groaned again, and she felt him try to jerk his expanding prick free from her tightly compressed lips. But now she was determined. Cruelly, she twisted his poor toes. If he was going to cum, he was going to have to cum this way. She wanted it, though she couldn't even have explained why. She longed, desperately, for that lewd and final masochistic surrender of letting him orgasm in her mouth, even more right now than she wished to kiss his little toes!

For a moment longer, Jim Craft lay trembling on the bed. Then, with a sudden lunge, he lucked the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock its full length back into Miss Howell's hungrily sucking mouth, feeling the tip of it fuck hard against the back of her throat as the warm surging semen began its mad rush up from his balls.

"Aaaaaauubuuuuggggghhhhh," grunted in a preliminary seizure. At the same time, he began a rapid finger fucking rhythm in-and-out of her heatedly quivering cunt, his thumb stroking wildly over the pulsing rigid pink bud of her clitoris as he heard another muffled groan rise in her throat.

Rebekah felt the first gush of warm, fresh-tasting sperm come spewing into her mouth an instant later. She gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking. Almost at the same moment, the distant waves of rapture began up inside her own loins. All her mental resistance had been shattered by the sheer perversity of her masochistic passion, and the orally impaled woman was almost delirious with the physical sensation of Jim's young finger fucking up into her quivering cunt and the lewd violation of her mouth. All her defenses had been shattered by her submissive surrender to her warped and obscene lust. Her body was begging for release, and now there was nothing to hold her back.

The twelve year old boy certainly had no experience to draw on, but it didn't take an expert to tell that Miss Howell was excited. Sensing instinctively what was happening, he began to fuck his finger even harder into her moistly quivering cunt as the shocking waves of orgasm flowed uncontrolled through her body. His own ass jerked and lunged in savage rhythm, and he shoved his cock harder and harder between her wetly rounded lips, building to a crescendo of motion as he squirted gush after gush of his virile young sperm into her greedy mouth.

Rebekah swallowed ceaselessly, her own ecstasy only intensifying her own ravenous need to submit. Then at last, exhausted, she let the deflating cock of the moaning boy drop from her mouth just as she let her hand drop from the silk of his poor reddened toes. She closed her eyes, little spasms of ecstasy continuing to course through her own flesh as he withdrew his hand from her loins and dropped back wearily onto the pillows at the head of the bed.

It had worked! Jim Craft couldn't have believed it, but he was sure that it had all worked. She certainly would want to keep him now that he had been a good lover. And he was good, too! The only thing was… He looked down the length of his body to his erect feet. His toes were a bright pink, and God, did they ache! It took him a minute of hard searching of his memory to remember what had happened, and when he did, he scratched his head in puzzlement.

CHAPTER THREE

The shoes and boots still sat in the corner of the kitchen, and Rebekah was resolved that today she would set Jim Craft to work. He simply was not ready for a sexual relationship yet. Why, what would he say when people asked him what he did all day at Rebekah Howell's house? What was he being paid to do? He was not yet ready to stand up against the gossips and the questioners. He had no day of work that he could use for lying with… And so she stiffened when she heard the hesitant knock on the back door the next day. She knew it was Jim Craft. Throughout the whole of last night and the long day today, she had awaited this arrival with a mingling of anticipation and dread. She had not been able to get the young boy out of her mend since yesterday's lurid episode, which even now she could hardly believe she had allowed to happen.

Yesterday, after she had finished sucking off Jim, and she lay basking in her state of post-orgasmic bliss, she had agreed to make this date with him, forget the work and to have actual intercourse with the handsome young boy, who had begged her so beautifully. He was still a virgin, he had told her, and he was most unhappy about that. Technically, he was, she supposed. In the fervor of their recently concluded affair, Rebekah had been all too willing to agree to help him change that technicality, but later, after the satiated youngster had left, reality had returned with all its stark truth. She realized that to make a date for intercourse had been a mistake, that she was placing their future relationship, even their separate well-beings in jeopardy.

What she had already done had been bad enough, very unwise. Still, she saw what she had done as justified by unselfish motivations on her part. After all, he had already started when she found him. She had to do something. But now, if she went ahead and had sexual intercourse with the young boy, she would have no excuse, no justification. It would be a lewd and wanton act committed for the satisfaction of her own unnatural craving… which was okay for later, but not now! Of course, unwise as it might be, she longed to do it. Yesterday's episode had only whetted her appetite.

Now she wanted more and more of the forbidden bliss she knew the young boy had to offer. She hated to wait. But she also knew, that it was necessary to do so. God, she had to or they might even take the house from her. She wasn't sure exactly what happened in the case of an older woman found with a little boy.

The knock was repeated on the door.

"Oh, yes, come in," Rebekah called in a tremulous voice. The nervous brunette felt her heart pounding as the door opened and little Jim Craft stepped cautiously inside.

"Hello, Miss Howell," he said smiling bashfully, or so it seemed.

Her own lips quivered as she spoke. "Hello, Jim, how are you?"

The little boy looked at Miss Howell shrewdly. From the expression on her face he sensed that his worst suspicions had been well founded. She was having second thoughts about going through with what she had agreed to yesterday, and he knew he had to take the initiative immediately.

"Actually I've had a pretty rough day," the youngster said, gazing sadly down at the floor, trying to think of some reason to make her feel sorry for him. It always worked with his mother when she had something he wanted.

"What's the matter?" Rebekah asked with genuine concern.

"Oh, you know," he said, making a stab at what he could think of. "I was so busy looking forward to this afternoon that I had trouble thinking." He smiled.

Rebekah felt a sinking in her breast, for during the last couple of hours she had hoped to be able to staunchly refuse him, as much as she hated to deny herself this great pleasure with the tantalizing little boy, but now she greatly feared her resolve eaten away. Beyond the moral consideration that she usually felt obliged to keep her word once she gave it, Rebekah had to keep in mind that she was balancing some very delicate forces here. She didn't want him to feel justified in divulging the lewd truth to anyone that she had sucked his cock yesterday.

Yet, oddly, the sinking sensation was followed by a feeling almost of relief. Rebekah found a strange security in the fact that she really had no choice. She would have had to have sex with him now, even if she didn't want to. But she did want to, desperately, and to an unnatural degree. Even so, she realized that it was imperative that she make one thing perfectly clear, that this was an unusual event and not something that would happen again. She would take his virginity for him if he needed it gone that badly. Then once having set up that barrier, she would worry about tearing it back down later.

The beautiful thirty two year old woman took a deep breath, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to moisten her sensuously quivering lips as she spoke. "Today, all right, Jim, but you must understand something. After today, we won't be able to keep on doing this. We have to pretend that yesterday and today never happened and you'll just go on with your job, okay?"

Jim Craft hesitated. He was beginning to believe he had tapped a hidden source of genius within himself. A male, no matter how young or old, is always a little amazed when he successfully handles a female. "Yes, ma'am," he told her. He could afford victory on a day to day basis. According to Tommy, she was just a little slower at it than the boys would like. "I… I know you're right."

Rebekah felt a flooding emotion rise to her heart, a lump fill her throat at those tender and loving words from this handsome boy.

"It will be hard for me, too, Jim. I'm very human. But it's going to have to be that way."

Then, overcome by the poignancy of her feelings, the attractive brunette stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around the young boy, pulling his face warmly to her fully rounded tits, breathing softly into his ear and nuzzling her chin in his hair as she held him tightly against her love-starved body. Then, as the boy's eager hands dropped to the rounded ripeness of her asscheeks to pull her body even closer to him, the curvaceous woman felt the short prod of the young boy's already erected cock straining against his trousers, brushing shockingly right up against her sensitive inner thighs. A surging emotion that could only be called lust swept over her entire body.

For a few moments longer, the older woman and the little twelve year old boy remained locked in their passionate embrace. Then Rebekah disengaged herself from Jim, took him by the hand, and led him quickly down the hall to the stairs, up, and to her room, where she led him to the bed.

Jim watched the seductively alluring woman go back to close the door. A moment later she turned, pausing inside the door, gazing through sultry eyes at the handsome young boy who waited beside the bed. After a moment's hesitation, she took two steps forward and slowly began to unbutton her white blouse down the front.

From beside the bed, Jim Craft watched intently as Miss Howell tantalizingly parted the material of her blouse to reveal the lushly ripened mounds of her titties, which were molded tightly by the brassiere that she wore. He could tell from the look on her face that she was really hot, and he knew nothing could stop him now. Today, he was really going to get laid, and this would be only the beginning.

Rebekah Howell removed her skirt and half-slip before her blouse, and Jim could not help but stare at the sensuous little navel. Then she reached slowly up to pull the blouse off her shoulders, and she hesitated just a tantalizing moment, a teasing smile playing across her lips.

"You, too, Jim. You have to get undressed, too!"

Jim felt he must be blushing in spite of everything he had gone through yesterday. He began to fumble with the buttons of his own shirt. Getting undressed in front of the guys, even, was not something he really enjoyed, but doing it in front of this voluptuous older woman required every bit of daring he could muster. But as Miss Howell shrugged her shoulders to let her white blouse fall away from her arms and drop about her feet to join the skirt and slip on the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but the scant, tightly fitting brassiere and her almost transparent panties, Jim forgot his own hesitance.

Quickly he shimmied out of his shirt, watching almost feverishly as Miss Howell reached slowly up behind her back and deftly flicked loose the snap of her brassiere. Then, with another shrug of her shoulders, she let the straps fall down her arms so that the brassiere slipped gently away to the floor, completely revealing her melon-like tits, thrust up full and proud without the need for artificial support, the nipples swelling instantly from their contact with the air. Now, nothing remained to conceal her sensually inviting body from the young boy's eyes but the thin little bikini panties that barely protected the forbidden sight of her dark pussy hair.

As the little boy started to fumble with the buckle of his trousers, Rebekah's hands moved slowly down her body, her fingers slipping inside the tight elastic waistband of her low cut panties to brush softly into the silken strands of her cunt hair nestled so invitingly up there between her thighs. The nearly naked brunette gasped softly as Jim pulled his trousers and jockey shorts down in one quick motion, and hi youthfully throbbing prick lunged suddenly upward in shocking exposure, the blood-engorged head visibly palpitating. At that sight, the crimson flush on the boy's cheeks grew even more vivid, and for a moment he stared in embarrassment down at the floor. Then he lifted his eyes slowly and stepped alongside the bed toward the beautiful employer.

She turned briefly to kick off her shoes, and he enjoyed a perfect side view of her naturally uplifted tits. He could see, as he ran his eyes down her body, just a hint of her softly curling pussy hair under her near-transparent panties from this vantage point.

The gorgeous Rebekah closed her green eyes as Jim stepped eagerly forward, up to her erotically trembling body. She felt his breath blow hotly over the already ripely swollen buds of her nipples, and a shiver of anticipation went through her entire body as he reached down to seize the waistband of her panties, to draw them slowly down the curving flare of her asscheeks just far enough to expose the hair-covered mound up between her smooth firm thighs. Another little shiver of anticipation and longing flowed through Rebekah's body as the cute young boy leaned closer, pressing his face warmly into the wide deep valley between her voluptuously formed tits, his lips coming into soft teasing contact with her sensitive flesh. He eased her panties half way down the shadowy crack between her ripened asscheeks, then slipped his hands inside to knead the soft vibrant flesh of her ass. Then, the suddenly knowledgeable child pulled her voluptuous body to his so that the exposed erection of his lewdly rigid prick prodded hard up against the vee of her pelvis, prompting a little whimper of wanton delight to issue from deep in her throat.

"Yes, Jimmy," Rebekah purred almost deliriously as she felt the little boy's fingers move up between her sensitive asscheeks from behind, his tongue flicking out at the same time to moistly caress one of her hard-swollen little nipples. Then her whole hopelessly aroused body jerked in a spasm of pleasure as his hand dropped lower between the softness of her thighs from behind to come into a deliciously searing contact with the little hair-lined slit of her already moistened pussy.

Rebekah almost passed out from the erotic sensation as she felt Jim's fingers carefully part the hotly throbbing lips of her cunt and flick teasingly up into her sensitive inner flesh. She moaned aloud, her hands moving forcibly over the youngster's frail back to hug him more tightly to her, as his finger began to probe in cautious exploratory strokes up into the tight orifice of her yielding cuntal flesh. She swayed, her legs going weak, so that the twelve year old boy almost had to support her with his own strength for a moment.

The aroused brunette employer knew she could no longer stand up. She had to lie down on the bed, Jim on top of her. She had to have that little prick she could feel throbbing so teasingly up between her quivering thighs inside her. She had to be fucked.

Almost desperately, Rebekah pulled away from the young boy's eager embrace and knelt at his feet. He, too, had forgotten about his shoes and she unlaced them. Quickly and reverently she pulled them off and placed them on the nightstand beside the bed. Jim watched in wonderment. Their clothes she left scattered, kicked aside, all over the floor. His shoes she placed on the nightstand! Now she tugged at the toe of one of his socks. Obediently, he lifted his foot. Very slowly she pulled the sock away to reveal his toes, which automatically curled under as she gazed at them. She repeated the process on the other foot, folded the socks, and stuffed them into the shoes. Then, almost desperately, she pulled him to the bed.

"Let's get into bed."

Anxiously, Rebekah moved to the bed herself, seizing the naked boy's still reluctant hand to pull him urgently along behind her. It was not that Jim had to be forced, but that the surprise of it all had momentarily stunned him with paralysis. Jesus, it was finally going to happen! It was now! He was going to get laid, not by a kid, either, like most of the guys, but by a beautiful older woman with the body of a movie actress. He didn't want to wait another minute until he got his lust-hardened prick inside Miss Howell's soft warm pussy. Then, after all his waiting and playing with pin-up posters, and no matter what else happened, he would finally be able to say that he was no longer a virgin.

Rebekah Howell's whole body trembling with a shameless desire that flooded through every inch of her love-starved flesh, she dropped down onto her back on the bed and parted her long lithe legs in a spread-eagled position as Jim Craft prepared to climb up beside her. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in slow strained gasps as she waited. The panting twelve year old gazed down at her in obscene triumph, then paused for a moment to glance at her feet. She was twitching her toes in a kind of trembling rhythm as though they were just as aroused as the rest of her. Strange! He had never heard of anything like that. Suddenly, he felt Miss Howell's hands eagerly seize his shoulders and heard the deep groan of host that issued from her throat as she pulled him down on top of her so that his lower torso was between her widely spread thighs.

"Oh, yes," Rebekah purred in his ear. "Yes, Jim. Yes, little boy. Fuck me. Fuck me just one time."

Jim Craft experienced a brief moment of painful remembrance as he held himself poised above his beautiful employer's sensually naked body, his desire-hardened prick prodding hotly up between her thighs so that just the swollen tip touched the warmly moistened lips of her cunt. This was exactly where he was night before last but on a picture! Wow! Some difference, he thought gleefully. Now this vulnerable older woman was going to make up for all those lousy times with pictures! The trouble was that there was a problem that still lingered. Jim Craft was not quite sure what to do. Then that problem resolved itself as Miss Howell dropped one of her hands to Jim's tightly clenching asscheeks, inserted her finger crudely right up between them, and shoved down against his sensitive little asshole. Groaning in surprise, Jim jerked his loins forward in retreat from the disquieting sensation, shoving his rigid cock forcibly right up between the warmly encoding lips of Miss Howell's dark pussy.

An instant later the incredible had happened. He felt a faint resistance as his smooth blood-bloated cockhead shoved against the tightness of the woman's wetly heated cunt. He felt her body stiffen and tremble beneath him and heard the low groan of mingled pain and pleasure that poured from her lips. Then, with a lewd sucking noise, just the head of his blood-engorged cock slipped inside, and as Miss Howell stroked down more lightly on Jim's tight little asshole, he shoved forward again, and the full length of his virile young cock burrowed relentlessly up into the hot clasping softness of her cunt.

"Oh, Jim, you beautiful prick," Rebekah moaned, her ass jerking in a frenzied spasm to the invasion of her lust-tortured loins. She sank her hips downward into the mattress in retreat, then her body quivered even more wildly, and she lunged her hips up again spreading her thighs even wider apart as she felt Jim's palpitating little rod of inflated cockflesh slipping up into her soft pulsating cuntal hole, gradually worming all the way up into the soft warm walls, deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered and could feel his balls slapping lightly down into the sensitive crack of her own asscheeks.

Above her, Jim tensed, squirming his asscheeks further downward until, at last, his wildly excited prick was embedded to the hilt in Miss Howell's warm wet cunt, and he could feel her tensed pelvis pressed against his own pubic mound. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, he let his body go limp.

He had finally done it! He had fucked! He had his prick all the way inside and honest-to-goodness live woman! No matter what happened after this, he would never be a virgin again as long as he lived. He sure had it way over some of the guys. He was fucking a real woman, not some stupid eighth grade girl.

"Oooohhhhhh!" Rebekah moaned, her cock-impaled body twisting in lustful ecstasy, little insane ripples of pleasure tingling through the sensitive nerve-ends of her flesh as she hugged the naked young boy tightly down against her straining titties and began to squirm and undulate her hips in eager response to his rigid invasion of her sensitive pussy lips. Above her, Jim made his first tentative moves, slowly thrusting the pulsing hardness of his lewdly inflated cock in and out of Miss Howell's soft pussy flesh, gradually increasing his strokes, shoving the throbbing cockhead deeper and deeper up inside her lust-tortured cunt.

The glove-like feel of his employer's pussy clasping tightly around his sensitive cock was almost more than the twelve year old could stand, and he could have cum almost at that very instant. But he knew he would have to last longer than that. Even though Miss Howell was going to be completely at his mercy after she once more satisfied his desires, he wanted to enjoy her submission right now to the rigid pre-adolescent cockflesh he was pumping into her. He had been glad to agree to putting a stop to the fucking after today, but that was only to get her to do it at all. He didn't care what they agreed to now. Tomorrow would take care of itself.

"Ooooohhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, yes, little darling. Yeeessss, you're doing just fine!" Rebekah soothed as she felt the young boy stiffen for a minute above her, completely ceasing his strokes. As Jim shuddered, trying to regain control over his madly surging lust, Rebekah stroked softly up and down his back. Then she moved her hands back to his naked ass to guide him as he began again to fuck in and out between her thighs, fucking the inflamed hardness of his blood-engorged cock in smoother and more rhythmic strokes far up into her yielding little cuntal mouth, prompting involuntary contractions of her tight cuntal flesh around his throbbing shaft as more and more of Rebekah's body began to respond to the lascivious impalement of Jim's young prick.

The lovely chestnut-haired woman whimpered through bared teeth, hugging the twelve year old blond tightly to her soft warm nakedness, tossing her voluptuous body more and more frenziedly with wild undulating movements of her ass that almost lifted the small youngster off the bed.

As Jim's hands began to eagerly explore all the secret hollows and indentations of her body, little mewls of rapturous pleasure poured from Miss Howell's lips. He could feel the urgent quivering of her inner pussy walls around the swollen head of his lust-swollen prick, and he almost wept at the wonderful feel of her wetly clasping cuntal softness. He flexed his cock deep up inside her and shoved harder and harder up into her ecstatically rippling belly. He was barely hanging on, but he knew his restraint would have its reward. Miss Howell's moans and whimpers of passion were growing more deliriously by the second. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes open wide and shining with the bright green fire of emeralds. Her head flailed back on the pillow, tossing her long chestnut hair from side to side while her nakedly exposed asscheeks jerked in an undulating rolling motion that varied the angle and intensified the friction on Jim's impaling rod of swollen flesh.

The beautiful thirty-two year old woman's shamelessly aroused body was coming to life. She was caught in the spell of a wanton excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered relentlessly out through all of her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing more savagely in her response to the titillation of her all-consuming lust. And Jim Craft was the young boy who prompted all this. She turned her head and gazed at his little scuffed shoes on the night table.

"Oh, God, it's good! It's sooo gooooood!" she moaned into the youngster's ear but looking at his shoes, her hands moving forcibly up and down his back, her fingers digging into his nakedly exposed asscheeks to guide his urgently wracking lunges against her quivering body. Now, an almost incessant stream of moans and whimpers poured from her lips, and she arched her churning white asscheeks even higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath him.

She was certainly getting awfully close now. It seemed that everything she had done or thought or said in the last several days were only a build-up to this one unbelievably exciting moment. If only though she could reach his feet, it would be perfect! Even the two wildly arousing climaxes she had achieved, one by the obscene act of fingering herself and the other yesterday as Jim had finger-fucked her while she massaged his sweet toes and sucked his beautiful young cock were only stepping stones to the even more shattering orgasm she knew was now imminent. The little quivers that coursed through her flesh were already coming more and more frequently. Reality and its shackles were falling away in the face of the relentless onslaught of lust and passion that engulfed her.

However, the climax eluded her, and Rebekah knew that Jim was beginning to lose control. Her body cried out for more and more, and she thought she would die if the young boy came before she reached her own orgasm and left her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of passion. At last, in a sudden, desperate moment, Rebekah reached down to seize one of Jim's hands, pulling it from her eagerly throbbing titty down the side of her thrashing body. She did this only half-consciously, but her unconscious mind seemed to know what she needed, and, with an even more violent lunge, she lifted her rounded asscheeks completely up from the mattress and shoved little Jim's hand beneath them.

Then, as she sank her hips downward in retreat from the youngster's next wracking thrust, she felt one of his fingers prod right up between her nakedly clenching asscheeks to come into sudden titillating contact with her sensitively puckered asshole.

The twelve year old boy stiffened in surprise as he felt Miss Howell pull his hand down between her uplifted asscheeks and then drop her squirming asscheeks right down on his finger. He felt the tight little hole of her ass give way, and he instinctively realized what she wanted him to do now, crazy as the whole thing seemed. He shoved his finger upward gradually as she squirmed further down until it wormed to the first knuckle up into the warmly puckering hole.

Rebekah Howell gasped from the sudden fiery stab of pain as the young boy worked his finger upward even harder. For an instant, it was stymied against the rubbery resistance of the little unlubricated hole, yet the sheer stimulation caused her cunt to flower open even wider and prompted renewed flowing of her feminine juices. And, as they trickled hotly down between her churning asscheeks over the thin membrane of flesh that separated her two forbidden holes. Jim was able to work his outstretched finger slowly up into her rectum up to the second knuckle while inflicting only a minimal amount of pain. And that pain was almost blanked from her mind by the conflicting and even greater sensation of pleasure, however masochistic.

"Oh," Rebekah cried. "Oh, yes, deeper! Deeper, Jim. Put your finger in my ass. Deeeeeeppppeeeerrrrrrrr!"

Jim had no objection. He had never even thought of the asshole as an erotic zone, yet he couldn't help but remember how he had felt when, moments ago, Miss Howell had put her finger between his own asscheeks and thrust down against his own asshole to prompt his first entry into her wetly yielding cunt. It had hurt, but, as the same time, it had felt good, and, if she really wanted him to do that to her, he didn't mind. And, strangely enough, there was something about it that really turned him on.

The handsome, hard-working twelve year old, with a low groan, fucked his finger deeper, worming it slowly to the last knuckle so that he could feel the pressure through the separating membrane of cuntal flesh intensifying the friction on his rigidly throbbing prick as he fucked harder and faster into the nakedly exposed brunette's tight little pussy. The lust-tortured older woman gave out a low hissing sound, her voluptuous body sagging down limply on the bed beneath him for a moment. Then, as Jim began to wiggle his finger far up inside the forbidden depths of her rectum, she started to toss and thrash her body as though she had suddenly gone insane.

The lewd and degrading violation of her asshole was more than Rebekah could resist. She had lain for a moment in the limbo of contrasting pain and pleasure as Jim ruthlessly forced his middle finger all the way to the last knuckle up into her tight little entrance of her asshole. Then she forgot the pain as the devastating trembles began deep up in her belly, and she resumed the wanton lunging of her own ass in time with the boy's own wracking strokes.

"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh, Jim… darling… I'm… oh… oh, your toes. Can you stay in and pull your knees… aahhhh. OH, no. God, I'm cumming!"

An instant later, she felt the shattering waves begin in her loins, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep everything else aside into complete oblivion. She threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the boy's back to form a straight sheath with her cunt while she felt his masterfully throbbing prick begin to twitch and throb even harder, and the first hot spurts of his sperm started to spew obscenely up into the depths of her trembling pussy flesh.

Rebekah's nakedly writhing body uncoiled wildly beneath the little boy as the waves of ecstasy continued, surging with a devastating impact that swept all other thought aside, engulfing her from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her tits, and, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation of the beautiful fucking body above her, his virile young cock skewering and spurting deeper and deeper and deeper into her convulsing cunt.

Jim Craft felt a raw surge of energy course through his own body as the white hot cum welled up in his wildly jerking prick and spewed into the gorgeous female's openly impaled cunt. He grunted and groaned, relishing his final triumph, his true initiation into manhood, as he felt Miss Howell surrender herself completely beneath him, giving everything she had to him without further inhibition, just as if he were a grown man!

But then at last, she sank in exhaustion beneath him, and slowly, his own movements slackened off. He felt her hands drop from his body, and, as he gasped to catch his breath and spurted the last drop of semen into her pussy, he felt his embedded prick begin to deflate. With a groan, he sank down upon her sweat-covered nakedness, slowly drawing his middle finger out of the tightly sucking sheath of her rectum, prompting a last hoarse little gasp from her throat and a final shuddering contortion of her nakedly exposed ass.

For a few minutes, the two of them lay in silence, their genitals still lewdly joined. Rebekah reached up and ran her hand lightly down Jim's back, then she opened her lovely green eyes and smiled.

"That was great, little lover," she said. "Want to do something just for me?" her voice lowered to a whisper. "Get up and walk on my body with your precious little toes," she begged in an even throatier voice.

"My… my… walk?" Jim stuttered in amazement.

"Yes, dear one, just walk around. Please! Hurry! I'll teach you how."

As soon as Jim overcame his surprise he sat and finally got onto his knees and then onto his feet. He looked down at the beautiful hour-glass waist, the large tits, the flaring hips. Well, he thought, if that's what she wants. With her hands guiding and balancing him, he stepped onto her ribs and with a giggle he couldn't suppress, dug his toes in under her tits. To him it was a lark. It could turn into a lot of fun, he thought, gazing down at her ecstatic, closed-eyed face. The only thing was, he hoped she didn't want to stand on him! That's all he needed was a couple of cracked ribs!

CHAPTER FOUR

Tommy had a great idea for Saturday. He consulted the other members of the cult. They had a club meeting Friday after school. During his apprenticeship to Rebekah Howell, Jack Wood had run into Andy Wallace, and they discovered that whatever differences they had, they had one big thing in common, working for Rebekah Howell. It was a great and enthusiastic discovery. It was a day of consternation and a day to be remembered. Consequently, they made it a club holiday. Later, when Tommy Speigle was initiated into the club, he joined with the other two in looking forward to the grand celebration of Founders' Day, which was coming up in just a few months. Everyone expected that Tommy would still be in Rebekah Howell's employ when the day actually arrived, but Tommy's mother had forced termination of the mysterious job just before the holiday would be upon them. This necessitated some fast action on the part of the club members. If they let Miss Howell hire some little boy they didn't know, the chances were she could never get him initiated into sex in time for the holidays. They had to plant their own candidate, install a spy, and after about an hour of cookie crunching and Coke drinking thought, they came up with the name of Jim Craft.

Jim was one of the gamiest people they knew. He was willing to try anything. Born with an angelic face, he had spent his twelve years pulling out of the motherly embraces of all kinds of women, young and old, acquainted, related, and strange. If anyone could make a woman squeeze him or make love to him before she wanted to, Jim Craft could. And he would go along with the idea on relatively little information, without a lot of squabbles or backtracking. Because of the same angelic face, he often had trouble identifying himself as one of the guys. Inevitably, he had to prove himself by punching as hard, running as fast, and otherwise passing the standards of manly competition to gain acceptance in his peer group. He would be very happy to gain acceptance in yet another way, such as fucking Miss Howell. In fact, Tommy, who had known Jim for some time, told the other members of the club that Jim was aching to lose his virginity. All in all, he had been the perfect candidate for the job and was duly elected.

Now everything was established and running smoothly. Jim had the job and was walking around school with his head in the clouds so that was going smoothly. But the holiday was on a Tuesday, and all the boys were aware that Saturday was the big day at Rebekah Howell's. The hours of "work" were longer and there would be more time for any festivities which they might plan. And so they had their meeting, asking Jim Craft to come about an hour after they started. Tommy took care of that.

The plan, as it was finally worked out, hinged on Tommy's being able to convince Miss Howell that it was urgent for him to see her on Saturday, just about a half hour before Jim was to go to "work". Since he must no longer be seen going to her house, she would have to let him in through the secret cave. Of course, all the boys would enter that way, with the exception of Jim Craft.

"Secret cave?" Jim asked, bewildered, when they revealed their plans to him.

"Yeah," Andy told him. "You probably won't find out about it unless for some reason it's necessary." He chuckled maliciously. After all, he had just told Jim about it. It was a joke and he looked around for approval.

"I just found out, I guess," Jim grinned. Then the other boys caught on.

"Yeah, it's become necessary," Jack quipped, his freckled face alive with merriment.

"That's right," piped up Tommy. "Now you know about the cave."

"I don't know very much about it," reasoned Jim. "Where is it?"

"We'll show you sometime," Andy told him. "There ain't time now. What we got to do right now is get our plans straight so we know what we're going to do."

The next day, Rebekah received the promised telephone call early in the morning. Tommy just had to see her. Would she please let him in through the cave? The older woman felt a twinge of something she could not quite define. She was wary, but when she asked questions of him, he shushed her with the warning that he had to hang up because his parents were home. Without thinking properly or having the chance to consider her intuitive reluctance, Rebekah consented. At the agreed-upon time, she opened the cave entrance. She waited. Tommy knew the way upstairs, and he knew enough to call to her that it was all right to close the cave again, so she waited by the lever in the closet.

She heard the door open downstairs and waited longer, expecting his call at any minute. She hoped he would hurry because Jim would be coming. Inspecting herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should be wearing the tight-fitting sweater and the short mini-skirt for Tommy's visit as well as Jim's. Since she and Tommy had to break things off, she didn't want to appear enticing to him. It wasn't fair. She looked down at her toes, curling up from the rug. Maybe she ought to wear slippers, too. But before she could take action, there was Tommy.

"Hi, Miss Howell!" he said cheerily at the door of her bedroom.

"Hi," she said, startled. She looked toward him, but before she could even realize that she also saw other figures behind him, she heard them cheer.

"Yaaaaay, Miss Howell!" they cried.

"We have come to make you an honorary member of our club, Miss Howell," a voice spoke up, a familiar voice, vaguely. Then she recognized that it was Andy Wallace. She had not seen him for a long time!

"This is our holiday, Miss Howell." Jack Wood was also there. She couldn't believe it. Jack continued, "You have to celebrate it with us. It's Founders' Day!"

"Oh?" The poor woman had not gotten over her surprise at seeing them all together. She didn't even know they knew each other or at least of each other's connection with her. Petrified, she could not speak more than the single word in a breath.

"Yeah," Tommy piped up. "We thought you'd like to belong to the club as long as there is one!"

God, Jim Craft was among them, too. That made four boys altogether. In consternation she dropped to sitting on her bed as all four of them moved toward her. She started to rise, then she hesitated. She could feel her heart pounding in her breast, and there was a constricting tightness in her throat that made it difficult for her to speak, but she knew she couldn't submit, like this, to what was obviously the beginnings of a rape.

Then it occurred to her that there was not too much she could do. If they had shared their secrets of her with each other, what was to keep them from sharing them with others, like the police! Still, she had to put up a fight. She was determined to do so. After all, she had done as much for each of them as they had done for her. She had never forced any of them. She didn't believe she had exerted any undue influence. She did not deserve being ganged up on against her will!

"Boys, I'm sorry, but this is a big mistake. I'm… I'm sure you have a fine club, but I have enough to do. Please leave."

"We will. We will," they chorused and kept right on coming.

Rebekah's heart almost leaped into her throat as she watched the hazy figures, hazy to her fear-bedimmed brain, move toward her. How did they ever band together like this? She had not suspected a thing! It had never occurred to her at all that the boys would find each other and form a union of any kind!

"I'll fight!" she cried then. "I don't care. I'll fight!" The outburst was so sudden that the four figures stopped.

"Weeeelllll," drawled Tommy then. "My parents are kind of suspicious. I guess a few nail scratches and then a few questions to find out from me what happened just might weaken my resistance to confession. So go ahead and fight, Miss Howell!" he invited with a grin.

Oh, what was the use? They had her cornered and beaten and down and out. And they knew it!

"All we want…" Jim started to say.

Finally, Rebekah broke in with a soft laugh. She stood up. "I think I know what you want," she told them. In this changed mood, she strutted a little, advertising her body like a model, showing them that she knew.

"Wow!" Andy breathed in wonderment at her sudden switch. He had forgotten, too, how beautiful her body really was and that added some of the breath to his exclamation.

All of the boys' eyes were open wide, and in spite of the awkwardness of the situation, Rebekah couldn't resist a smile of inner pride as she saw the way the four young boys were looking at her. Some of them hadn't seen her for awhile, which explained Andy and maybe Jack. She couldn't help being flattered by the way they were all looking at her, at her shapely body. She watched Jim's eyes drop slowly from her face to her fully arched tits, clearly defined in the tight-fitting sweater she wore. Then his gaze moved lower down the temptingly short skirt, down the length of her full firm thighs. But she suddenly jerked with surprise as she felt a trembling hand touch her asscheeks from behind. She whirled, almost losing her balance, to glare down at young Jack Wood's frightened face. At almost the same instant, she heard Jim.

"Come on, you guys. Let's get her!"

After that, everything happened much too fast. During the confusion that followed, respect for her authority as an adult or anything like that was forgotten completely. She became simply an object, a sex object. Yet, she had to admit that this did not occur, she knew, without her own volition. Secretly, she did want to submit, or else it couldn't really have happened, she didn't think, in the first place.

At Jim Craft's direction, the other three laid her back on the bed. She wondered how much they had told each other. Jim was the first and only one on whom she had submitted both to the obscene act of sucking him off and the other experiences. As far as she knew she had licentiously initiated all of them out of their virginal puberty and into their first truly male sexual experiences. Their excitement now was manifesting itself like electricity in the air, a current that jumped from the youngsters to Rebekah, to encompass her in its mad frenzy. They had already begun to pull her clothing off. Later she would have to admit that they would have not been so forward had she offered the slightest discouragement.

The voluptuous young brunette had never in her life been naked in front of more than one male at a time, but, in spite of her nervousness and fear, she did not resist, as Tommy Speigle untucked her tight sweater from her mini-skirt and pulled it up off her brassiere-clad tits. From behind her, another pair of hands lifted the short mini-skirt from her smoothly rounded asscheeks and began to explore the inviting flesh of her trembling ass cheeks while the submissive woman lifted her arms passively over her head to allow Tommy to completely remove her sweater. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught vague glimpses of Jim, who had taken a seat on the edge of the bed at the far end of the room and watched almost with a cynical disinterest, yet an undeniable satisfaction.

The sensually ripened woman stood completely naked before the three eager youngsters and the fourth almost casual observer within seconds. Never in her life had she felt so vulnerable, so helpless. There was nothing to protect her lushly formed body from the boys' leering gazes. She felt their eyes moving to the high set mounds of her nipple-peaked titties, dropping hungrily lower to the flat plane of her belly and then to the little triangular pattern of silken hair up between her long smooth thighs. Yet, even in the midst of her very helplessness and vulnerability, she derived a secret excitement that was undeniable. It made resistance seem all the more hopeless, and she took a curious satisfaction in the knowledge that she could not have refused the boys what they wanted, even if she'd had the will to do so. She was their slave, just as much as she was a slave to her own unnatural lust, and, in that vulnerability, her consciousness seemed to rise to a dream state, a state of distorted reality which only further heightened her susceptibility to the unwanted passion that had begun to consume her.

As she stood before them, totally naked, trembling with mingled fear and anticipation, even their voices came to her as unreal sounds.

"Not even Playboy magazine can beat Miss Howell!" someone exclaimed.

"Hey, let's get started! Who's first?"

"No. I want to go first!"

"I didn't say me! I asked who! Go ahead!"

"Cool it, you guys. Jim goes first. He's new."

That was Tommy's voice, Rebekah recognized. Her presence of mind had not yet fully returned, and somehow, in her critical dream-like state, she seized upon Jim's name as the symbol of what she had once felt was the bond of trust she had with each of them at one time or another. She looked desperately over at the young blond, who still sat on the bed, now reclining languidly against the bedstead. This was the closest she had come to protesting since they had begun to take off her clothes, a one beseeching look at the young boy who, as a symbol of each lover, was responsible for her present situation. But, when she saw the nonchalant expression with which he met her pleading gaze, she knew she could expect no support from him.

"You guys go ahead," Jim said with a shrug. "I'm on her now. I can do it any time I want."

Rebekah Howell sucked her breath in softly, lowering her eyes with resignation.

Her expression didn't even register it when Jim added, "You go ahead first, Tommy since you clued me on."

Then, as Rebekah heard Andy Wallace's and Jack Wood's soft grumble of protest, she looked up helplessly at the muscular youngster who stood fully clothed before her. "Well, Tommy," she asked managing just a flicker of a smile on her moistened lips, "why aren't you getting undressed?"

Tommy Speigle grinned, staring straight into Rebekah's eyes until she felt compelled to look away from the sheer force of his gaze. Then the leering youngster dropped his eyes slowly to her straining tits, crested by the already rigidly peaked little nipples, then lower to the softly inviting nakedness of her defenseless thighs. In spite of everything she had already been through, Rebekah felt a little shiver pass through her body from the animal hunger of the young boy's gaze. Then he looked back at her face, his smile broadening.

"Not so fast, honey. Pull in your toes there. I got other plans this time. Tell me, have you ever had your pussy eaten?"

She had always been able to lead what happened. What was happening? Rebekah stiffened in shock at the lewdly challenging remark. She had never heard such an outrageous suggestion from her boys, never! The fact that Tommy would say something like that, and in front of the other youngsters, was so appalling that she could hardly accept it without protest, but she seemed to have lost her voice. It was just too depraved, not in her line at all. They had always been content to keep their lips on her's or on her nipples or… or on her toes, of course. But she could think of no reply.

"Well, lady, I'm going to show you what it feels like to get really hot. You see, I been learning a few things lately that you haven't taught me. Lay down on the bed and spread your thighs real wide so I can get to your sweet little cunt."

That was more than Rebekah could take. In a sudden movement, she pulled away from Tommy and whirled around, looking about with the wild eyes of a trapped animal at the four boys who gazed feverishly back at her.

"No," she gasped. "No, Tommy. You can make love to me… like… like usual, but I won't submit to that!" Motionless, except for the trembling of her own nakedly exposed body, Rebekah watched in terror as the boy approached her.

"Don't touch me!" she gasped.

Rebekah Howell retreated one more step, then found the backs of her naked thighs pressed against the edge of the bed so that she could retreat no farther. During the brief instant before Tommy was upon her, she was able to conjure in her mind a vision of the obscene act he proposed. And she felt her legs go weak from the mere thought of it. She had never ever let a grown man do anything like that to her in her life, although there had been attempts. It was unnatural, depraved, perverted, and she just couldn't submit to it. She would have done almost anything else the boys asked, but not that.

"My… My… please… let me kiss… kiss your…"

"Toes!" Andy Wallace laughed.

"You used to say…" she started to tell him angrily.

"That I enjoyed it… weeeeelllll." At the moment, it seemed traitorous to Andy to admit any such thing so he stopped.

With her thighs against the bed, Rebekah realized that she was trapped, with no hope of escape. Suddenly remembering how she had sucked Jim off, she recognized that what they wanted to do was but another act of depravity and akin to all the other immoral things that she had already done just in taking the boys to bed at all! With a sigh, she dropped to her back on the bed, landing with her thighs slightly parted. Staring up in horror, frozen again to immobility by her own shock and dismay, Rebekah watched Tommy drop to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands seizing her thighs, holding them apart as he lowered his face to the warm flesh up between her legs. His tongue flicked into her navel, sending an unwanted electric chill darting up and down the whole length of her spine, while his chin nuzzled down into the soft curls of pussy hair that covered her cuntal mound.

The beautiful brunette thought she was making at least a feeble attempt to wriggle away from the aggressive young boy. But it was like one of those dreams where repeated attempts to perform the simplest tasks become inexplicably futile, and she found herself unable to even close her thighs as the boy dropped his face down between them and moved his lips closer to the entrance of her defenseless little pussy. A muffled groan rose in Rebekah's throat, and convulsive spasms jerked in her thighs and stomach as she felt Tommy press his lips down lightly into the thin strands of hair over the crest of her pubic mound. She shivered with an unknown fear from his touch, but the suddenly heated contact of his tongue on her naked flesh nonetheless caused a flutter of delight to course over her squirming body. She shuddered again as his agile tongue traced downward through the sparse dark curls of her pussy hair. Then his hands moved up into the warmth between her widely spread thighs to stroke through the little fringed curls and come into sudden titillating contact with the erotically tingling lips of her pussy. The helpless woman sobbed an unheeded protest as she felt his thumbs pull her most sensitive flesh apart to expose to his gaze the warm inviting secrets of her cunt. When he blew his breath softly into the forbidden orifice, she almost cried out aloud from the sheer sensation. Yet, as strong as her reaction was, it did not, could not block out another sensation… two other sensations, one on each foot. God bless them! Andy and Jack had commandeered each a side of the bed, each a foot, and were playfully tweaking and otherwise stimulating her toes!

"Don't you want me to eat your pussy?" Tommy asked between her thighs.

"Nooooo!" she cried in desperation, trying to overlook the toe tweaking at the same time that she cried out against Tommy's desires.

"Well, I'm going to eat your pussy. I'm going to take a great big chunk out of your cunt until you're begging for me to take another!"

"Noooooo," Rebekah begged. "Please don't do it to me. Please don't." Then her whole body jerked as Tommy's tongue flicked suddenly outward to find electrifying contact with the vibrating little bud of her clitoris. Gasping and trembling with unwanted desire, she raised her head up from the mattress, staring down in abject horror between her quivering titties at the young boy's lust-strained face hovering so closely to her defenselessly exposed cunt. It was too depraved for words, and she didn't know if she could bear the humiliating ordeal he was about to subject her to. But she was totally helpless to resist. Her love-starved body was begging to betray her, and she couldn't bring herself to fight back. The moist pink flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented to Tommy's leering eyes in sacrifice, and Rebekah lay trembling beneath him on the mattress, watching in complete helplessness as his wet tongue menacingly circled his lips in preparation for the perverted ravishment he intended.

Out of the corner of her eye, the beautiful brunette saw that both Andy Wallace and Jack Wood, though still pulling at her toes, had moved even closer to watch this lewd scene, their eyes filled with the feverish excitement of their own anticipation. With a deliberate outward movement of his thumbs, Tommy drew the fleshy pink lips of her cunt even further apart to better expose the softly glistening inner flesh of her pussy. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down to swipe the full length of his tongue all the way up the length of her already wetly throbbing cuntal slit.

"I'm going to eat you like you've never been eaten before," taunted Tommy, his words muffled between Rebekah's naked thighs.

"I've never been eaten before!" the woman protested, shaking her head to toss her long chestnut hair over her softly rounded shoulders.

"Wow then," Tommy muttered. "It's time you tried it!"

Another desperate sob arose from Rebekah's throat, and her ass jerked in a sudden convulsive movement, grinding down hard in the mattress beneath her to escape the maddening attack as Tommy's tongue flicked again from his mouth to lick slowly up and down her wildly quivering pussy lips.

Then, as she continued to writhe and moan in protest, he sucked softly to draw the wantonly throbbing bud of her clitoris right into his mouth, nibbling at it with the tips of his teeth until Rebekah cried out in shame and forbidden delight and another lewd spasm shook her nakedly writhing body from tits to toes.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!" the aroused young woman moaned, hardly able to believe what was happening to her, yet unable to deny the lust-inciting sensation of Tommy's tongue on her hotly pulsating cunt. It was too obscene, and she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the lascivious attack, her head still raised from the mattress to watch in horrified fascination as his face pushed down even harder against her already moistened pubic hair.

Then, as another shudder of unwanted response darted through her body, she dropped her head helplessly back onto the mattress, lunging her asscheeks up in a spontaneous motion of unmitigated lust. She now found herself unable to further resist the delicious currents of lewd excitement that surged through her loins from the wanton sucking and licking as Tommy began to feast in earnest on her defenseless cuntal flesh. She moaned distantly, closing her eyes to blot out the sight of the other two boys who had crowded even closer to the bed, still touching but more distant from the toes they remembered to play with once in awhile. They could not seem to remember the toes as they watched the humiliating attack.

From the teasing sensation of the young boy's tongue fucking wetly in and out of her quivering cuntal softness, little wisps of forbidden pleasure began to swell deep in Rebekah's belly. Her full sensuous tits jiggled on her writhing torso as her naked body began to respond in spite of all the inherent perversion in the depraved act she was submitting to. Her sensitivity heightened by the tense emotional strain and the occasional pressure on her toes, Rebekah's eagerly throbbing pussy was acting of its own volition. No matter how much she disapproved of this obscene act, no matter how guilty she might later feel for having allowed Tommy to do it to her, she could no longer deny the warped pleasure she derived from it.

Once more the beautiful employer of little lovers lifted her head, staring deliriously down between her heaving tits at Tommy's young head bobbing her thighs.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" she purred in obvious delight, beginning a rhythmic hunching motion of her asscheeks on the bed as the little tremors of rapture darted out over every single inch of her tingling flesh. Gradually, she was beginning to shed her inhibitions, to respond with wanton and greedy abandon to the lascivious use this young boy was making of her pussy. At last, with a final whimper of submission, Rebekah dropped her hands down the length of her writhing torso to run her fingers eagerly into the young boy's brown hair, pulling his face even tighter to her hungrily squirming cunt.

Never in her life had Rebekah believed that a woman would be able to respond to such a vile act of perversion as the one Tommy was inflicting upon her. Oh, why didn't the other boys suck on her toes, she thought hungrily, wiggling them in the boy's fingers as a hint they overlooked. They were too busy watching Tommy. It was all too humiliating, too degrading, but she couldn't help herself. Her lust had completely overcome her, and she sobbed out her surrender in an incessant stream of obscene pleadings as she felt his tongue fucking again and again up into the most sensitive inner reaches of her quivering cuntal flesh. Her hips jerked and lunged in lewd abandon as the little shivers of ecstasy coursed at rapid intervals out from her lust tortured cunt to saturate every inch of her now softly perspiring flesh. Then, in an even more impulsive gesture, she dropped her hands from Tommy's brown hair, reaching down beneath his arms to try to pull him up onto her wantonly squirming body.

"All right," she sobbed in a defeated voice. "Andy and Jack, get on my toes, and you, Tommy. That's enough. You win, but just fuck me. Fuck me right now."

Accustomed to her order from former times, Andy and Jack put their mouths down to her lovely toes and began to suck as though each had five tiny bloated cocks in their mouths. Jim only stared. This was a show beyond anything he had expected, anything at all.

Meanwhile, gasping for breath, Tommy raised his head to stare in triumph up the sweat-glistening flesh of the lovely woman's nakedly twisting body, peering between the quivering mounds of her tits to her flushed, desire-tortured face. But, in spite of his mere twelve years, Tommy was physically stronger than she was, and Rebekah was unable to succeed in pulling him up on top of her against his will. She could do nothing but stare back at him helplessly, pleading, going out of her mind with the sensations that were almost overpowering her.

"Go on, Tommy," Andy called from the end of the bed, lifting his lips temporarily from his set of wet toes. "Go on and fuck her so I can have my turn."

"Yes," the lovely woman said softly. "Come on and fuck me." She dropped her hands from the young boy's body and shifted to a reclining position, extending her arms above her head to arch the lustfully swollen mounds of her titties even more ripely.

"All right," Tommy said reluctantly, standing up and beginning to remove his clothes. Rebekah watched with bated breath as the little boy quickly stripped the clothes from his familiar body. Then she almost gasped aloud at the sight of his already fully erected, blood-engorged prick, so hungry he had made her. Obviously, he had matured very quickly, and the enormous throbbing hardness that stood up between his thighs was almost twice the size of Jim's. She had not thought to compare them before, but now she remembered. She remembered that in spite of Tommy's age, she had sometimes wondered in the days they made love if she would really be able to take it into the tightness of her cunt this time. Tommy hadn't been with her very long before his parents had intervened, in what they didn't know, of course. Yet, even the surge of fear that swelled in her breast as always at the thought of being stretched and impaled by Tommy's enormous shaft of lust-bloated cockflesh did nothing to temper her wantonly demanding need. It might have if the boys were not doing such an excellent job on her toes. So she would take the swollen shaft even if it hurt. She never hurt for long from it anyway.

"Okay," Tommy suddenly said. "Turn yourself over. Get off her, you guys," he said to the boys sucking off her toes.

"Nooooo!" Rebekah gasped, staring up at the boy in confusion.

"Come on now, turn over," Tommy grinned. "I been learning lots, ain't I, Miss Howell? To tell the truth, I was practicing other things all the time I was coming here. I just didn't have the nerve before to ask you!" He was pleased with himself, his prowess, his revelation that obviously stunned her.

"But… but why turn over?" she asked in a quivering voice, unable to even imagine what further subjugation Tommy had in store for her before he would give her what her body demanded on her own. She hated these things she didn't want. Hated them.

"Kneel up, facing the foot of the bed," he further ordered as though she hadn't sad a word.

"But I don't understand," Rebekah whimpered in despair, starting slowly to shift about on the bed and roll onto her belly to helplessly expose her nakedly exposed ass to the four boys' hungry gazes. Her toes suddenly felt very wet and cold and unwanted.

"Dog fashion, Miss Howell. Ain't you ever done it dog fashion?" the boy asked with some serious surprise. After all, he knew she was already in her thirties. Girls didn't get that old without some variety, did they?

"Don't, please!" she only cried.

"Say, do you want to get fucked or not?" he demanded.

Even in her present state of all-consuming lust, Rebekah hesitated for the briefest instant before she nodded, saying nothing, and turned completely onto her stomach. Then, slowly, she pulled her legs up beneath her body to arch her nakedly rounded asscheeks in lewd invitation in the air. She closed her eyes, a tremor passing through her when she felt the bed sag from Tommy's weight as the young boy positioned himself behind her.

In the entire repertoire of sexual positions, it had to be the most humiliating, and Rebekah had never felt so shamed and degraded in her whole life. She was surely being punished for her earlier use of the boys, she realized. There was not only nothing she could do to resist, but nothing she ought to do, perhaps. Was that a rationalization because actually she couldn't control her own perverted desire now, and she would have submitted to almost anything this youthful twelve year old athlete demanded of her at this point.

"Come on, Tommy," Rebekah heard Andy urge eagerly. Then her body stiffened as Tommy positioned himself behind her. A little shiver of apprehension coursed up her spine as she felt his hands seize her asscheeks and rock her slightly backwards. He shifted, moving forward, and a low hiss arose in her throat as she felt the bulbous head of his thick rigid prick prod up between her thighs from behind to make contact with the saliva-moistened slit of her pussy.

"Oooohhhhhhhh!" Rebekah moaned in a combination of fear and need from the searing pressure on the naked softness of her defenseless pussy. She waited breathlessly as the muscular boy held himself poised behind her for a moment. Then an even wilder shudder went through her body as he pushed forward, and she felt just the head of his oversized lust swollen cock push between the tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined cuntal slit.

"Ain't that great?" the boy asked enthusiastically.

The submissively kneeling woman didn't answer. A choked sob rose in her throat from the stabbing thrust as the youngster's inflated prick wormed its way slowly up into her tight cuntal softness, his hotly throbbing shaft thrusting aside the resistance of her tight clasping cuntal walls. Her entire body quivered, and she attempted to crawl forward in retreat from the searing sensation of the entry.

"Ain't that great?" the boy insisted.

"Yes! Yes! I love it!" Rebekah cried spontaneously without even thinking, emitting another deep groan as, with a sudden motion, she screwed her trembling asscheeks backwards, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly shut as she took everything Tommy had until she was completely impaled. She felt his genital sac slap softly against her nakedly proffered ass, and the weight of his muscular young body sagged heavily on top of her in the debasing dog fashion position. Rebekah had never been so filled in her life because now, not only was Tommy's prick in farther because of the position she was in but someone had grabbed one of her feet, awkward as it must have been and had just about swallowed her entire set of toes! Oh God, was that a complete feeling!

"Now, man, am I going to give you the fucking of your life!" Tommy said at last from behind her.

"Oh, yes," Rebekah sobbed, more to whoever sucked her toes that to Tommy even. "Yes, come on and fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Hey, wait a second!"

Jim Craft's voice snapped the gorgeous woman back out of her dream world of lascivious bliss and anticipation, and she looked up at the boy in shock as he dropped off the other end of the bed and walked around toward them slowly.

"Hey, Jack, there. Pull down your pants."

"You're kidding. Why now?" Jack asked, crimson flushing to his face. He had fucked Miss Howell in his day, but had never fucked a girl of any kind since. Furthermore, undressing in front of Miss Howell, when a guy was in the daily habit, was a lot different from undressing in front of an audience, even if it was other guys.

"Awwww, it ain't so bad," Jim said soothingly and meaningfully. "Just pull them down so Miss Howell can suck you off while Tommy's fucking her from behind."

All Rebekah could think of by now when she heard this idea was, not an objection to sucking someone off, but she hoped that Jack was not the one who had been sucking her toes a minute ago. The toe-sucking had stopped when Jim had spoke of waiting. Was it Jack? And was Andy still around? Oh, God, the suspense was going to kill her!

CHAPTER FIVE

There wasn't even time for the beautiful cock-impaled brunette to have the time to protest. She watched with trepidation as the blushing Jack Wood dropped his trousers to his ankles and then pulled down his tight-fitting jockey shorts to suddenly reveal the already lustfully straining shaft of his small blood-hard erect prick. Poor Jack, she thought. She had had a terrible time getting him to strip in the first place when it was his job to shine her shoes, which was merely the private expression she had for her little love affairs. But most of her fear was not for Jack Wood and his lascivious plan. She had hardly faced the possibility of that yet. Her fear was that no one was going to take care of her toes!

"Oh, Andy," she muttered when she could bear the suspense no longer. "Are you going to… to…"

Then she felt the wet mouth once more over her cooling toes.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned in sudden ecstasy. "Ooooohhhhh, I'm so glad! I'm sooooo glaaaaaaaad!"

Andy was good at it, too, she remembered. He had been the very best. So while Tommy fucked her ruthlessly from behind, Andy sucked her toes just as though they were five exciting little cocks. Sometimes he tongue-fucked them one at a time, hollowing his tongue around one like a long moist chute or trying to vacuum it right off the sole of her foot, and at other times, he took more, however the spirit moved him. He had one little habit she loved. It was kind of a suck and a pop as though he were trying to suck it whole into her mouth and then spit it almost out. It sent warm shivers right up her spinal column every time he did it.

"Go on, Jack," Jim was encouraging the boy. "What are you afraid of? She likes that, fucking in the mouth. I know because I did it to her, didn't I, Miss Howell?"

"I'm not afraid," Jack staunchly denied. And it was not fear that held him in check but the fact that Andy was going full force on her toes, and he didn't think Miss Howell would want any more diversions from that experience than she was already having from Tommy. Of course, Jim didn't know about Miss Howell's peculiarities yet, so Jack couldn't blame his friend for not understanding. The boys had decided not to tell Jim about it ahead of time for fear of scaring him off.

But as Rebekah narrowed her eyes in shame and lust, Jack finally stepped cautiously up to the end of her bed. Even in her present state of excitement, however, the nakedly kneeling woman did not believe she could have gone through with another penetration at the same time she was handling so much else. However, Jack had aroused those instincts in a woman that so often make her a push over. He was obviously reluctant to impose himself. He was thinking of her. She could not help but think of him. The shy twelve year old's vulnerability tapped an unknown source of unselfishness in her that she hadn't even known existed. She just wasn't heartless enough to refuse him, and, forgetting her own pride, Rebekah flicked her tongue wetly out to moisten her full pouting lips, beckoning the young boy forward with a sultry, inviting gaze.

Still moaning from the combined pain and pleasure from the energetic fucking she was getting from behind as well as the delicious slurping on her toes, Rebekah reached with a trembling hand to seize the smoothly heated rod of lust-bloated flesh that loomed up toward her face. At her urging, Jack took another short step forward until his thighs were pressed against the foot of the bed. Then the beautiful brunette ovaled her sensuously moistened lips, leaning quickly forward to take just the pulsing little cockhead into her mouth.

Jack Wood groaned in ecstasy, his whole body shuddering in delight as the beautiful woman began to suck him. He could hardly even believe the salacious sight of Miss Howell kneeling so subserviently on the bed before him, her long dark hair spilling down over his bare thighs, her soft warm lips pursed around the throbbing shaft of his lewd cock, and her tongue swiping in smooth strokes up and down the resiliently straining flesh, causing his hips to jerk and hunch in spasmodic reflex from the titillating sensation.

From his vantage point behind the undulating brunette, Tommy was now fucking the gorgeous woman with all his might. Andy was bent over one set of toes sucking and popping and kissing. Both of the boys, as best they could, were at the same time watching Jack, grinning at him in amusement and encouragement, while the bashful Jack could not meet anyone's eyes. He had never been so embarrassed in his life, but he wouldn't have stopped what he was doing for anything in the world. Jack had never kissed anyone except Miss Howell and hadn't done very much with her, actually, certainly not this. The wanton sucking of his lewdly-bloated cock was even more exciting than anything he had ever experienced in his dreams or anywhere else.

For Rebekah, by now, everything had become a jumble. She heard the boys' exclamations of excitement and gloating triumph, their strained and hastened breathing. She felt their frenzied motions, the lewd fucking of their inflated cocks into her two respective orifices. She was buffeted helplessly between them, clawed and pawed simultaneously by two pairs of hands which she could no longer even distinguish. And it all blended together, a surreal montage of lust, humiliation, and wanton masochistic bliss. Tommy's extended and powerful assault on her helplessly offered cunt had completely destroyed her will to resist. She could already feel the electric current beginning to flow throughout her wantonly excited flesh, and she knew it wouldn't be long now before she got the satisfaction she so desperately needed.

Hungering for the fresh tasting cum she knew was going to spurt very soon from his hotly twitching little rod of blood-engorged flesh, Rebekah sucked ravenously at Jack's lust-inflamed cock. At the same time, she hunched and bucked her ass furiously back against Tommy's loins, taking the throbbing rigidity of his lewd cock deeper and deeper up into the tender flesh of her aching pussy, relishing the stinging slaps of his stomach and thighs against her proffered asscheeks and craving the obscenely jolting thrusts that shook her whole writhing body. She was being used in the lewdest manner possible by three boys simultaneously, ravished between them like a rag doll, and she loved it.

Then the voice of Jim Craft, who stood watching beside the bed, only reminded Rebekah that this was the beginning. "Come on, you guys. Come on! Hurry up!" Then he added because he still didn't understand what the hell Andy was doing to the woman's toes, "Hey, Andy, she's still got two hands. Drop your trousers and let her jack you off while you're waiting your turn."

At that suggestion of even further humiliation, only a muffled whimper of protest issued from Rebekah's lips. She couldn't speak in defense of herself. Her mouth was filled with the rigid little cock fucking in and out like a piston between her wetly rounded lips toward the back of her throat. Her face was helplessly buried in Jack Wood's pubic hair, and in his excitement, the normally shy preteenager was beginning to reveal a latent aggression that he had surely never shown with Rebekah before. He had seized the woman's long dark hair and now held her face firmly between his widely spread legs, guiding the bobbing movements of her head to the ultimate satisfaction of his own need, in complete disregard for her feelings as a human being. And she had no alternative to continued submission, even as she felt Jim seize her left wrist and draw her arm outward to place her hand in sudden contact on the hard blood-rigid shaft of his own lewdly erected prick. Instinctively, Rebekah wrapped her fingers around the resilient rod of hot young flesh, and this added physical contact, insignificant compared to the wild sensations she derived from the lewd skewering her palpitating little pussy was receiving from behind and the obscene use of her mouth from in front, nonetheless, had a symbolic value. It demonstrated the complete depravity to which she had sunk, and it only served to further impress upon her lust-tormented mind the sheer helplessness of her situation. Then, at Jim's urging, she began to work her wrist back and forth, softly caressing the sensitive flesh of his hard-swollen cock in time with the bobbing movement of her mouth around Jack's swollen cock, and the wild gyrations of her nakedly upthrusted asscheeks against the boy who fucked into her from behind. It was at that time that she underwent the final humiliation as Andy left her toes and, moving up to the other side of the bed, took her other hand and placed it on his own erectly throbbing prick.

"You don't mind if I leave your way for awhile and enjoy a way of my own, do you, Miss Howell?" Andy asked.

Rebekah was hardly able to answer. At that very instant, in fact, she felt Jack stiffen in front of her, his hands dropping from her hair to her ears, to pin her face even more helplessly against his wildly twitching cockflesh as he shoved forward with a mighty thrust.

"Oh, oh," the young boy gasped in a strained voice. "I… I think I'm going to cum!"

"Go ahead," the freckle-faced Andy Wallace said, the urgency in his voice reflecting his own building lust. "Cum in her mouth. She likes that, too."

The gorgeous brunette was still powerless to express her own feelings. She could do nothing but continue the wanton sucking along the virilely throbbing prick that violated her lips.

The first hot spurts of sweet-tasting cum came rushing up the length of Jack Wood's jerking young blood-bloated cock and spewed into her mouth an instant later. Rebekah sobbed and whimpered around the surging shaft, making obscene gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed his spluttering stream of hot liquid, her Adam's apple bobbing swiftly up and down. She sucked hungrily, tightening her lips around the base of the youngster's hardened cock to prevent herself from losing a single drop of the life-giving sperm. She swallowed it all, continuing her ravenous sucking until the lust-crazed adolescent had spurted the last droplet of his burning load of sperm into her mouth and his little prick began to slowly deflate. Then Jack's hands dropped from her ears, and after a moment, his already limp cock slipped from her mouth, and he stepped back from the bed.

"Okay," Jim gasped. "Now, I tell you, it's my turn! I'm going to fuck her in the mouth, too."

As Tommy Speigle continued to rack her body with his frenziedly driving strokes from behind, Jim freed his own surging prick shaft from Rebekah's protesting grasp, and he moved around in front of the bed. With a deep animal groan, Rebekah reached up to seize his hotly pulsing hardness and bend it down toward her lips, taking it hungrily into her mouth, still slippery from the cum the first youngster had spewed so ruthlessly between her lips. Then she reached her hand around the boy's nakedly exposed little ass to pull his lust-swollen cock deeper into her greedily sucking mouth.

Behind her, Tommy groaned suddenly and unleashed a series of mad staccato lunges that shoved Rebekah forward until her face was completely buried in Jim's loins. She felt Tommy's long hard prick twitch and throb even harder up into the most sensitive depths of her hungering cunt, and she knew he was going to cum very quickly. At the same time, she could already feel the first distant flutters beginning in her own belly.

"Aaaaahhhh! Oooooohhh! Wow!" Jim gasped as the beautiful employer of little helpers began to suck hungrily on his blood-swollen cock, working her face back and forth to draw her lips in rhythmic movements up and down the full length of the resiliently straining shaft of flesh.

"I don't know… I know if I can hold on," he gasped suddenly in despair.

Rebekah had no way of communicating to the youngster that there was no further need to hold it. Tommy was going to cum. Already she hovered on the brink of climax herself. And it only seemed fitting that Jim should time his own orgasm with theirs.

It began a moment later. In spite of the pulsating cockhead that filled her hungering mouth, Rebekah managed a muffled whimper of joy as she felt the shattering waves begin to flow swiftly through her violated pussy. Tommy grunted in ecstasy, his hands clawing at the kneeling woman's beautiful back, his eyes riveted on her nakedly proffered asscheeks where he could see his wetly glistening cock sawing in and out of her tight quivering cuntal lips. Still he held back as long as he could. Then, a shudder wracking his body, he abandoned his restraint.

Rebekah Howell's body buckled helplessly before Tommy Speigle's series of wracking lunges as he began to spurt his own devastating load of semen deep up into her ravished pussy. Her hand still clung tightly to Andy's hard throbbing little cock, but she no longer had the presence of mind to jack him off. She was in a dream state of delirium from the lewd degradation she was being subjected to. Tommy was shooting off in her cunt, and at the same time, Jim Craft's lewdly bloated cock began to twitch and jerk in her saliva-filled mouth as he released his own hotly squirting load of sperm.

Moreover, now Rebekah's whole body began to jerk and writhe in spontaneous contortions between the two naked young boys. Massive chills of excitement shot madly up the length of her spine, and low hums of passionate and senile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her throat. She bucked and arched her body, quivering in a frenzy of passion, grinding her hips furiously back against Tommy's loins as the waves of orgasm saturated deeper into her body and out over every inch of her softly perspiring flesh.

It seemed to go on and on forever, an endless pageant of shame, ecstasy, and orgasm. Then at last Rebekah felt Tommy's perspiration-soaked body sag down on her back. An instant later, the little blond Jim Craft leaned forward in exhaustion against the end of the bed, his prick slowly deflating in her still sucking mouth. As the voluptuous brunette dropped to a reclining position on her stomach on the bed, her hand slipping from Andy's rigidly inflated cock, little shivers of rapture continued to flow at intervals through her body.

At last Tommy withdrew, rolling over onto his back, tying still for a moment. Then Rebekah stiffened as she heard the exhausted youngster say, "Well Andy, I guess it's your turn now. At last, huh?"

The curvaceous woman had almost forgotten about Andy. She had never felt so soiled, so degraded, so used… or so satisfied in her whole life. And she had no idea how in the world she could take on another youngster after everything she had been through. But she knew there was no use in protesting. After everything else the boys had submitted her to, she knew Andy Wallace wouldn't be denied his own pleasure.

Still on her belly and lying motionless, Rebekah took advantage of the few moments of rest as Andy hastened out of his clothing. She turned her face, looking up at the once innocent boy, her freckled-faced, redheaded first lover, with narrowed eyes as he climbed up onto the bed beside her. Then, as she started to roll over, he roughly shoved her back onto her belly and quickly started to mount her from behind.

"Oh, Andy, no," Rebekah said feebly through her still strained breathing. "Don't do it to me like that. Don't you take me dog fashion, too. Please."

"I'm not going to fuck you dog fashion, Miss Howell," Andy said, lowering his body down between her thighs from behind.

Then the curvaceous Rebekah's ass jerked in a spontaneous spasm as he reached between her thighs to place his fingers in the already obscenely lubricated slit of her cunt. When his fingers were thoroughly moistened with her cuntal juices, he began to spread the slickly flowing moisture up over the sensitive separating membrane onto the puckered little hole of her ass.

"I'm going to do something you'll like much better than that! I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" As he said those shocking words, Andy derived an intense satisfaction from the spontaneous shudder of fear that shook the voluptuous, dark-haired employer's body beneath him. He had been thinking about fucking her this way ever since the day when she had forced him to stick his finger into her asshole. Now he was a few months older and richer in experience and he had the courage to be dominating instead of allowing her to dominate him. He was not as big as Tommy, maybe, but you don't have to be big to dominate a woman, he had teamed. Now, after watching the three other boys simultaneously ravish her this morning, he knew he had to do something like that, something really far out, to maintain his hard-earned sexual supremacy… before he forgot he had it!

As Rebekah began to grasp the meaning of what Andy had told her, her emerald eyes opened wide, and she stared straight ahead in shock, meeting the equally surprised faces of the three other still naked boys. It was too wildly perverted to even think about. He wanted to drive her to even further depths of depravity, to avenge what she had done to him last time they were together, even more cruelly than she deserved. She didn't even know where a boy of Andy Wallace's age could have gotten such an obscene idea, but he had made it clear to her in terms all too blunt exactly what he wanted to do. It was sodomy, pure and simple. That's what it was!

For an extended moment, Rebekah's shock froze her to complete immobility. Then an anguished cry escaped from her throat as she felt the pressure on her tight anal orfice increase and Andy's freckled finger burrowed suddenly into the tightly puckered little orifice. She lurched forward, her whole nakedly kneeling body trembling from the fiery stimulation as the searing penetration continued.

"Aaaggghhh! Uuuggghhh!" Rebekah groaned as Andy's middle finger burrowed up into her rectum despite all her attempts to clench her asscheeks and close the forbidden hole to his painful assault. The deadly serious youngster sank his finger to the first knuckle, then continued the hot piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up into her tightly-clenched rectum until there was nothing she could do to resist.

"Oh, Andy, please," Rebekah moaned. "Don't do that. Anything else, but please don't do such a thing!"

"You'll love it," Andy said above her. "Just like you loved everything else I've done to you." He was referring, of course, to his sucking her toes.

Gasping from the wanton invasion of her heretofore unviolated asshole, Rebekah Howell dropped her face down to the mattress in despair, tears of shame filling her eyes while Andy continued the searing probes of his finger into the hot spongy flesh up between her defenseless asscheeks. She heard the other boys' exclamations of excitement and surprise as distant, unreal sounds. It was all too insane! Not even they could believe Andy was really serious. But Rebekah knew there was no escape, and with resignation, prepared to submit to this final degradation.

Finally, she almost screamed as she felt the youngster begin to draw his finger out of her resisting asshole, which now seemed to cling to the intruder in protest in spite of the sharp pain it had caused. The dark-haired beauty moaned even more desperately as Andy's finger was replaced by the throbbing head of his hard little prick.

Rebekah sobbed and grunted, her voluptuous body lurching forward as she felt the blood-filled cockhead suddenly pressing up against the tightly resisting little hole and then begin to worm relentlessly inward. The sharp white hot pain caused new tears to rush to her eyes and spill glistening droplets down her cheeks, and she shivered and trembled, lifting her head to stare pleadingly at the three boys who were now gathered close around the bed to watch. But she saw in their excited faces that she would get no help or even sympathy, from them.

"Come on, sport, kneel up," Andy ordered her.

"No," Rebekah answered, shaking her head from side to side as the thirteen year old redhead rammed even harder against her defenseless asscheeks, and his small shaft of blood-engorged cockflesh surged even further upward, deeper and deeper into her cringing asshole.

"Come on, kneel! Kneel! It won't hurt as bad that way, they say!" Andy told her without realizing that he had just implied this was a first experience for him. "It's just a question of physics," he continued importantly. He was not only the oldest boy there, but he had the most seniority in the club because he had fucked Miss Howell first, before them all. In spite of her pain, Rebekah almost laughed at his display of peacock feathers as she had always called his pride. She had told him once that she had considered his freckles as eyes in the tail of a peacock! But as Andy flexed his virile little prick far up inside of her, sending a new stab of pain to wrack her body, she whimpered softly and did his bidding, pulling her knees up beneath her heavily swaying titties and thrusting her naked asscheeks high in the air in almost the same position she had assumed when Tommy had fucked her in the humiliating dog fashion position. And with an even deeper groan, she took the shaft of Andy's lust-swollen prick all the way to the hilt between her helplessly skewered asscheeks. Hopelessly impaled now, she had taken the entire length of the freckle-faced boy's hard pulsing cock all the way to the most sensitive depths of her rectum, and she knew at least the worst pain was over.

Once again Andy flexed his prick deep inside her warmly resisting asshole, causing new shudders of erotic pleasure to ripple out over her trembling body. Rebekah dropped her face back down to rest on her hands. She had never felt so helpless in her life, but it wasn't as bad as she had expected. The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her asscheeks, and she could feel the tight little sac that held Andy's cum-filled testicles slap teasingly against the sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing cunt.

"Christ, it's tight," Andy gasped, more surprised than he really cared to show although he couldn't help himself. "It feels so good. I'm not going to be able to hold it back very long."

"That's all right, Andy," Rebekah sobbed in encouragement.

Gradually the youngster began to fuck harder against her helplessly proffered asscheeks. She groaned, gritting her teeth, as the raw stimulation almost blanked her mind. But slowly her cries of agony and protest started to evolve, transforming finally into mewls of forbidden pleasure as Andy fucked deeper and deeper into the hot depths of her yielding asshole.

For a few moments longer Rebekah was in limbo, a part of her wanting Andy to achieve his climax quickly and cease his merciless assault, mother part of her beginning to cry out for more and more of the wonderfully depraved sensation. Compared to this crude anal impalement, everything else she had done before now seemed insignificant. A hidden masochistic need was responding against all her wishes to the pain and humiliation Andy was inflicting upon her. The sheer sensation was more than she could bear and though she feared she would forever lose all respect for herself as a result, her lewdly undulating body was beginning to respond in a way that could not be denied.

Rebekah Howell sobbed defeatedly then, as Andy moved his hand down the front of her curvaceous body between her thighs to tweak the ultra-sensitive bud of her clitoris, and in a spontaneous response, she rocked her nakedly impaled asscheeks backwards, taking the slender shaft of Andy's virile young lewdly bloated cock even deeper into her rectum, beginning to fuck and jerk in earnest back against his hotly fucking prick. Her submissively kneeling body began to writhe in lewd abandon to the electric pain-pleasure stimulus of the obscene skewering of her asshole, responding, even encouraging this assault by the thirteen year old boy.

"Christ Almighty!" Tommy Speigle gasped. "Look at Miss Howell go! She loves it! She even loves asshole fucking! Christ, I wish I'd known!"

"Wow!" Jack Wood chimed in. "She'll do anything at all, won't she!"

Behind the curvaceous brunette's wildly bucking asscheeks, Andy Wallace grunted even more excitedly to Miss Howell's sudden unexpected response, increasing the depth of his own wracking thrusts until he was unleashing the full fury of his adolescent lust with a series of mighty strokes deep up into the tightness of her contracting asshole. Simultaneously, he shoved his finger far up into the frantically quivering depths of her devouringly hungry cunt and increased the friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Already he could feel the cum begin to well within his balls, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost all control. But he was determined to hold off as long as he possibly could. He was beginning to realize that Miss Howell might be able to attain am orgasm from even this perverted variation of sexual intercourse, and he know that would make his triumph complete.

Suddenly then, Rebekah gave out a series of desperate animal groans. The contrasting sensations in her two separately ravaged holes was finally becoming enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish between right and wrong, pain and pleasure, and her nakedly squirming body shuddered as ecstatic waves of all-consuming delight arched out again and again over her sensually writhing flesh.

"Ooooohhhh! Aauuugghh! Annnddyyy! Fuck harrddeer! I'm cuummiing!" she wailed. Behind her Andy groaned and began a series of violent fuckings as the first hot rush of sperm welled up from his balls and into the convulsing depths of the beautiful employer's lewdly violated rectum. At the same time, he intensified the rapid fingerfucking of her tortured cunt and the tormenting caresses with his finger over the quivering little reddened bud of her clitoris. And as he continued his jolting fucks, Rebekah mewled without restraint from the shattering waves of ecstasy that engulfed her. The sweet spewing semen flooded her rectum, filling and lubricating the hole until at last it overflowed in thin white hot streams that ran down her inner thighs. And as she bucked and hunched beneath Andy's last wracking lunges, there was nothing left but the wildly consuming passion of release… momentarily.

Three of the little boys were long accustomed to the things that Rebekah Howell liked, and automatically, all of their minds turned in the same direction as hers did after awhile. Just as she began to yearn for further attention, Tommy Speigle jumped up on the bed and stood for awhile between her legs, his toes up over her pelvis, pushing and nudging at the curly-haired flesh. Jack Wood, feeling more game now and less afraid of doing things in front of his friends, moved around the foot of the bed to climb onto the mattress on the other side. Meanwhile, Tommy jumped from the beautiful dark pussy and lay on his back beside her though upside down so that his toes could push against the malleable big mounds of her tits.

"Oooohhhhh," Rebekah moaned with each new thing he did.

Jack's idea was something else, and he almost had to lie on top of Tommy to do it now. But he pulled close to his friend and swung his foot over in front of Miss Howell's face. He was on his stomach and couldn't see, but he knew that she would guide his foot to her mouth. He wouldn't admit it out loud for the world, but he had become very fond of having her sucking his toes in the time they had lain together, before Tommy's turn. He felt her soft hand grab his foot finally, and he let her guide it until he felt the parting of her buttery lips against the tip of his big toe and then began to feel her fine teeth as they moved over his flesh, especially his knuckles. Her tongue moistly tickled the hollow between the ball of her toot and the rounded pads of the toes themselves. A spark of sensation soared up his spinal column and began to bring his flaccid soft prick to life again.

Andy had eventually taken over the part he did and liked the best, sucking on the toes of one of her well-manicured feet. Jim Craft stood watching them all with curious surprise.

"Come on, Jim," Andy finally lifted his mouth to say. "Come on and grab a foot, man. She gave us a good time. Now we have to give her a good time, too!" He put it that way because he knew he could never convince Jim that once he tried it he would like it. If he wouldn't do it to be unselfish, then he wouldn't do it at all, probably. Jim liked a challenge and was always willing to do the manly thing just to prove he could but the bunch of them all sucking off or fiddling with their toes might not appear to be manly, so Andy's reasoning went. Still, they were all doing it. Maybe Jim would like to get in on the act.

Jim didn't know where his head was. This sure was the queerest thing he had ever gotten into in his life. What good was sucking on toes, he wondered. Tommy had told him that Miss Howell would want sex eventually, a desire that he had been able to rush, fortunately, but his friends had said nothing about the toes things, anymore than they had mentioned the woman's strange taste in nicknacks… shoes! Now, for the first time, he noticed that there was a pair of suede shoes on the top of the lamp shade across the room. In fact, they blended in so well with the shade that he noticed because he had looked around expecting to see something like that.

At first he ignored Andy's invitation and his muscular frecklefaced friend went back to wetly sucking on Miss Howell's big toe just as though it was a… was a prick! It was just then that Jack, with his far fewer freckles turned his sandy head toward him and smiled in a curiously satisfied way. Jack's toes were in Miss Howell's mouth, and Jack looked as satisfied as Miss Howell did. It was odd how they all seemed to enjoy what they were doing. He stared in disbelief at the grin on Tommy's upturned face as his feet slapped their voluptuous employer-lover's big titties around in a rhythmical pattern that suggested a kind of queer fucking. Her tits were beginning to pinken on the undersides.

Now, suddenly, Jim Craft discovered that his eyes kept wanting to return to the unused foot at the bottom of the bed, beside the foot that Andy was slurpily enjoying. His eyes were even closed! Jim looked again at the dry foot all by itself and then glanced around at all the ecstatic faces on the bed. He was beginning to feel pretty dumb, pretty left out. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try the toes and see for himself whether there was anything to like about the weird activity or not. And so finally he plucked up his courage and bent over the waiting foot.

With trepidation he touched it to hold it with his hand and heard the groans that he knew his attention to her foot were causing in Miss Howell's throat. The moans were stifled somewhat by the presence of Jack Wood's foot in her mouth and her lewdly sucking ministrations to it. Nevertheless, he heard them and was intrigued by them. Hesitantly he opened his mouth and nibbled lightly on her little toe until finally he got bolder and his tongue began to lap around it like a swirling cape. That wasn't so bad! It was kind of fun! He moved on to the next toe and worked on that until he had done to it everything he could think of. And so it went for Jim until he reached the largest toe of all. And suddenly he kept thinking the strangest thing. It was as though he had his own cock in his mouth! And sure enough, his own cock began to respond to this strange activity.

Nor was his cock the only one that did. He looked around as best he could from his position. Jack Wood, on his stomach, was moving his hips and ass in a rotating motion that suggested his cock was well lust-bloated and that he might well cum right there, just as though he were having a wet dream or something at home in bed. Tommy Speigle, flapping Miss Howell's tits in time to some inner tune in his head, was fingering his own blood-swollen cock in the same rhythm. Andy's hand was down beside him, off the bed, where Jim couldn't see, but the neophyte could tell by the movements of Andy's arm that he was jerking himself off like everyone else. Now, too, Jack's fingers of the hand he had been lying on reached over to span Tommy's chest and insert themselves into the dark-haired pussy slit between Rebekah's legs.

So that was the way to do it, Jim decided, and he placed his own hand on his fast awakening cock, which now hardened more speedily than before. The harder his cock became, the harder he sucked on the beautiful woman's toes, nibbling, scratching at the flesh over the bone, sucking each digit in turn into the cradle of his wet tongue. Oh, God, he thought. Oh, God. He would never use a playgirl picture again at home, he thought. Instead, he would imagine having Miss Howell's toes in his mouth while he jerked off! Wouldn't that be a kick?

Tommy Speigle, his toes into Rebekah's tits, was growing tense. Rebekah could feel the new strength in his digging toes as though now some mysterious new force was driving him instead of his own will. She knew he was rising to his climax, that he would be the first to cum. And he did.

"Aauuugghh, M… Miss… H… How… I… I'm cuuuuu… Aauuugghh!" After a few minutes and Tommy was able to rescue some of his breath, all he could say was, "Wow!"

Jack and Andy made it just about together. Jim thought Andy was going to swallow her toes whole when it happened because he didn't take his mouth off at all, but seemed to go down on her foot until it seemed as though her big toe must surely be into his throat. Jim could not help but notice over what he himself was doing that when Rebekah sensed Jack's orgasm on its way, she intensified her own suckings just as though he was going to cum through his toes in some way, into her mouth!

But Rebekah Howell herself remained unsatisfied. For one thing, Jack had forgotten all about keeping up his massage of her clitoris, collapsed as he was by his own excitement. Jim was too diverted by all that was going on to even approach an orgasm.

"Come here, darling," she whispered after taking her lips from the satisfied Jack's foot.

Jim didn't know she was speaking to him so kept on with the half-hearted sucking of her toes. She sat up then and reach for him. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, climbing toward her as she wished.

He lay on her and when Rebekah felt his solid length of male flesh prodding against her pubic mound, she squirmed until its young blood-turgid head was nuzzled against the soft, moistly swollen lips of her pussy. She kissed him fervently, her tongue greedily exploring his sweet-tasting young mouth while her hands caressed his back and asscheeks. Oh yes, this was why she had hired him. All the clean, clear angel quality of him seemed to enter her with his kiss. Then, as the tension began to build to almost unbearable heights deep within her belly, she began to move her hips back and forth against him, feeling the magnificent pressure of his rigid stalk of flesh rubbing against the flushed, tingling lips of her pussy.

"I'm going to make you so happy, little lover," she murmured into his ear as she pressed her loins tightly against him. "You must find me an old pair of your shoes, dear one. Can you do that?"

He was surprised because what she was saying seemed to be so involved with her passion. "I… I'll try," he whispered his promise.

"I'll shine them myself and keep them by my bed always," she promised.

As Rebekah combed her fingers through his shock of blond hair, Jim thought he was beginning to understand about the shoes. Then he felt her beginning to inch higher on the bed, wriggling her body against his nakedness until her swollen, rose-nippled tits pressed against his smooth cheeks. Then, taking his chin in her hand, she turned his head toward one of the tightly pointed crests of flesh and whispered, "Take it in your mouth," she said. "Suck my titty and pretend it's my toe, Jim."

The youngster hesitated for a moment out of confusion and then his soft lips parted around the turgid pointed nipple. The curvaceous brunette quivered in unrestrained passion as his mouth brushed warmly over it and then his lips clasped eagerly around the sensitive, throbbing bud.

She whimpered and moaned passionately as he sucked and nibbled at her turgid nipple with growing assurance. His hands clutched at her tits, squeezing and massaging the yielding, ivory-white flesh while she quivered in mounting lust. Her hand slipped down over his flat belly to fondle his fucking blood-engorged cock and firm young testicles while his hot breath fanned out over her tits.

"Oooohhhhh, that's soooooo goooooood," Rebekah crooned down into his hair as his boyish lips tightened and relaxed in their babyish sucking motion. She clutched the rock-hard swollen shaft of his prick and began stroking it as his tongue flicked over her burning nipple again and again. The shapely brunette employer barely noticed the other boys in the room now as they stood around watching in silence.

Rebekah seemed to maneuver to a tune of her own. Jim didn't feel at all as though it were anything they were doing together. It felt as though he were constantly running to keep up with someone who was walking ahead of him and slightly faster. And at first he resented it, but then he felt the challenge of it. She was demanding more of him than he had, he thought. Well, he'd give it. That was all! He would learn!

"Look," she suddenly whispered down at him. Raising up to her knees beside him, she slowly spread her thighs apart, forcing her knees outward until the silken triangle of her burnished black pubic hair with its softly pouting pussy lips framing the deep pink slit was completely revealed to his gaping eyes. "Touch it! Touch it with your fingers, your toes! Anything! But touch it!"

Jim Craft stared at the erotic sight of her wantonly displayed sex in breathless fascination, his trembling young hand inching upward between her thighs. Somehow it was far more intense, strangely so, this time. He heard her breath catch as she felt his fingertips brushing over her silken pubic hair. He tentatively pressed one finger against the softness of her flushed cuntal lips, and it was funny because he felt just as though he were pressing his toes there instead of his fingers. Finally, he cupped his warm hand around her entire pubic mound, smiling up at her almost shyly as he felt the sensation of it in the instep of his own foot! In fact, the warmth of it seemed a pressure against his entire body now.

"G… Gosh!" he couldn't help exclaiming in wondering delight. He squeezed tentatively at the heated, fleshy lips of her hungering cunt, feeling the passionate moisture suddenly dampening his palm.

She bent over and hungrily found his lips with her mouth, kissing him with all the savage intensity of her own ballooning lust. Then, lifting one of her beautiful white-fleshed legs over his body, she straddled his slender hips and positioned her moistly waiting pussy directly over the rigidly upthrust shaft of his blood-swollen prick.

The slim-bodied youth lying sprawled beneath her widely spread thighs raised his blond head a little to get a better view of the unbelievable picture she made. Her knees and calves were planted on the mattress on either side of his body, and the glistening rosy inner flesh of her cunt hovered inches above the pulsing tip of his aching cock. Her full heavy tits heaved, rising and falling with the torturous rhythm of her impassioned breathing while she slowly smoothed her hands down over her flaring hips and into the widely spread arch of her thighs. As he watched agape, she pressed her hands inward to touch the hair fringed sides of her swollen cuntal lips and slowly pull them apart to better reveal the moist coral flesh inside.

"Look at it, lover," she hissed lasciviously down at the wide-eyed youth. "My pussy is all hot and wet, just waiting to feel your beautiful blood-filled cock filling it up."

The blond angelic-faced youngster quivered beneath her, barely able to hold his excitement in check until she made her next command. For this time, he was definitely a follower. It would not always be that way, he was determined.

Meanwhile, Rebekah was thinking how much stronger she felt than any time before in her life. Never had she been loved by more than one little boy at a time. She had certainly been missing something! She felt on top of the world. No president of any company or country ever felt stronger or more powerful, she was sure. And now with the young boy still ministering to her needs, she could not remember any moment so exhilarating in her life. She was wildly excited and her entire being was dedicated to destroying the innocence of all sweet, tender boys who would ever lay beneath her. It was a new credo with her! Thrillingly aware of Jim's now desperate arousal, she held the fleshly folds of her pussy open to his round gaping eyes.

Below her, the youngster drank in the stimulating vision, lifting his head still higher to view the smooth pink inner flesh with all the folds and whorls of female intricacies. Then, abruptly, the vision as more than he could bear, and Rebekah saw him suddenly reach down to grasp his lewdly swollen rampant cock, trying desperately to stuff it into the narrow lust-drenched hole between her thighs.

Then Rebekah, slipping one hand down to his loins, tenderly unwound his clutching fingers from around his bloated cock and then took it into her own grasp. More challenge, he thought, but before he could try to get it away, she had moved it until it was aimed directly at her throbbing pussy overhead. Lowering her asscheeks back down over his body, she pressed the long, slender hardness against the full length of her moist, palpitating slit, wrapping her heated cuntal lips tightly around its swollen length. The boy trembled and moaned as she held it there and began to rock her hips back and forth in a slow teasing tucking motion.

"Oh, wow!" Jim burbled feebly as electric sensations surged through the prick she held so tightly in the fleshy warmth of her pussy lips. His excitement overcoming his awe of the knowledgeable woman, he thrust his hips uncontrollably upward, trying to meet each descending movement of her pelvis while she held his cock firmly in the thrilling grip of her fingers and the outer flanges of her blazing cunt.

Rebekah Howell herself could barely comprehend what had happened to her today. Something had released a deluge of depraved sensuality that had been buried deep down inside her all her life. But whatever it was, she was glad it had happened. There would certainly have to be more parties like this! It was all crazy and maybe she would have second thoughts, but for now, she was delighting in every aspect of this forbidden debauchery. The other boys were all staring. They looked as though they were at a ball game, ready to cheer for the first home run! She was more violently aroused than she had ever been before.

"You like to fuck, don't you, darling?" she gently taunted her little blond angel above as the rubbery head of his hardened cock throbbed wildly against the erect bud of her clitoris.

"I… I would!" he cried, impatient.

The little blond was barely conscious of anything now but his anticipation and the tingling sensations shooting up through his tightly held prick. And right before his eyes, the sight of her big white tits swaying as she worked her pussy around his throbbing member was almost more than he could bear to watch. She lifted her ass suddenly, loosening her grip on his bloated shaft, and he almost begged her to continue before he realized that she was about to do something else.

Supporting his upper body on his elbows, the youngster watched in excited awe as she lifted her asscheeks higher, pointing the flaring head of his lust swollen prick at the narrow, moist opening of her cunt. Then, as he stared, she slowly lowered her pelvis and the smooth, gleaming white shaft slipped up inside her cunt. His blue eyes grew round with excitement as the whole of his rigidly swollen prick was swallowed up into the pink moist channel.

"We're fucking at last!" he gasped as she began to work her hips wildly up and down on his stone-hard almost adolescent prick. He made a vague mental note that she would not get away with that kind of delay again!

Rebekah was trembling from head to toe as the slender boyish prick bored into her hotly throbbing cunt. Below her, she could feel him beginning to flick his hips upward, trying to thrust further and further into her, and she undulated her ass in frantic little circles, feeling the rigid pole plunging into her steaming dilated pussy. She leaned forward, eagerly rubbing her throbbing erect nipples against his smooth hairless chest as she found his lips and kissed him with untamed lust. The straining springs of the big bed squeaked protestingly in time to the movements of the two tightly intertwined bodies struggling passionately on the bed.

"Oh, yesssssss! Oooohhhhh, yeeesssss," Rebekah chanted mindlessly into the boy's mouth as she humped wildly downward with her hips. She could feel her climax approaching with the force of a tidal wave about to engulf her nakedly exposed body and the rosy hue of her face brightened and deepened as she twisted and squirmed with the efforts of her mounting passion. She waved her creamy white asscheeks up into the air, spiraling her steaming cunt up and down his slim burrowing shaft, and her hands dug down into the mattress, grasping his slender ass to pull him as deep as humanly possible into the eagerly working wetness of her pussy.

In the lost daze of her lust. Rebekah's mind strayed for a moment. How was she ever going to put a stop to this marvelous orgy-mindedness with little boys that she was fast acquiring. At first, she thought it would be a simple matter to shut off the boys when the time came, get herself an adult male, and be content with the traditional marriage, husband, and family bit. But now she had gone from a single child to a group, and she strongly suspected that the group was going to be even harder to give up! The wonderful debauchery of this day had ripped the very soul from her being, destroyed all her plans and now she didn't care about anything but this glorious prick, that of one of her beloved twelve year old boys, that was turning her into a wild female animal with every dazzling stroke!

"Fuck me!" she moaned happily. "Fuck me, my little lover!"

Rebekah hoped that they might cum together in a vague sort of way but her own feeling soon drove from her mind anything but the necessity for her own satisfaction. Suddenly, she quivered over the blond boy's loins. Her throaty moan broke into the stillness of the bedroom.

"Oh… oh, my God, now! Oh, yeeesssss, sweetheart, I'm cummmiing!"

All of the little boys around the bed held their breath as the beautiful nakedly exposed young woman's gasping groan rose to a whine of sheer ecstasy as her body stiffened and began to vibrate uncontrollably. Moistness oozed from her wildly clenching cunt, drowning the boy's impaling member in its sticky warmth.

The fair-haired youngster stopped his fucking motions for a moment, obviously bewildered by the older woman's strange orgasmic convulsions, which seemed more total than he had ever seen. Every nerve under her skin was twitching and even he could sense that her explosion started as something hard and knotted deep within her belly and for some crazy reason, it made him think of the Greek hero, Hercules, and of how he opened the stable door and let a whole river rush through the stables to clean them. God, he thought importantly. He bet she had never in her life had an orgasm like the one he just gave her! The sensation of power that filled his body was… Herculean!!!

Then as Rebekah Howell gasped out the last of her climax against his prostrate body, he began to thrust his hips upward again, fucking his straining young prick like a lewd plunger into her moist warm passageway in lustful desperation. As he felt the long-held, white hot sperm begin to boil up in his heated young testicles, the excited youngster quickened his strokes to a wild tattoo against her body, fucking like a well oiled piston, his tingling bloated cock as far as possible into the thrilling hidden depths of her pussy. But then, just as it felt as though his sperm had to explode within her, Rebekah suddenly struggled free of his arms and lifted her pussy away from his wildly expanding prick.

To the hoots and chortles of his friends, Jim protested urgently, "Oh, wait! Come back! Don't stop! Pleeaasse!"

"Don't you worry, darling," the beautiful dark-haired woman smiled down at him as she shifted her position on the bed. "You gave me such a wonderful orgasm I want to try to do the same for you," she said.

Before he could understand what she meant, Rebekah had moved down to the other end of the bed, spreading his long, slender legs so that she could crawl between them. Without looking at him, she grasped his wetly glistening prick in one hand and began to stroke it while she lowered her head to within an inch of the straining bulbous head. When her pink tongue-tip flicked out to lick tauntingly at the slitted hole in the glans, the youngster trembled and a nervous whine squeaked out of him. Then his back arched as she brought her roundly opened mouth down over it, enclosing the pulsing tip in hot moist pressure.

Jim Craft choked on his next groan as her lips tightened below the head of his lust-stiffened cock, and she began to suck up and down the stiffened length as though it were a stick of delicious peppermint candy. Barely considering what he was doing, the young twelve year old instinctively began to fuck his hips eagerly upward, shoving the long, slender pole of vein-corded flesh deeper and deeper into the warmth of her hungering mouth. When he felt the swollen tip bump roughly against the back of her throat, he anxiously watched her face, but to his amazement, she seemed only to suck harder, her tongue working tantalizingly over his hardness as her soft lips clasped tightly around it.

Rebekah Howell's curvaceous body felt like it was about to explode into a ball of fire from the utter excitement of the forbidden seduction. She had certainly discovered a perverse world of passion that she never imagined could exist, she thought to herself with strange deep satisfaction. The delicious taste and hardness of this inexperienced youngster's blood-swollen prick fucking like a piston in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth was already driving her up to another brain-wheeling orgasm, and her entire body yearned toward that thrilling moment when he would shoot his fresh-tasting young sperm into her throat. God, she was lost in rapture, and her thoughts drifted pleasantly to the hours in the future that she would spend in the arms of her young blond lover as well as the arms of all her former lovers. There were some who were not a part of this club. They were probably unknown to the members. She would have to give the boys a list of names!

The boys all still stood around watching with lust-filled eyes, their fingers encircling their own lust-filling cocks as they watched Rebekah's wet mouth clasping greedily around their young friend's slim white rigidity. Knowing that her fears of approaching and involving Jim too soon were now over, Rebekah was succumbing to her passions, white bubbles of saliva dribbling from the corners of her cock-filled mouth.

Jim Craft, too, felt like he had lost all control of his young body. His pelvic muscles seemed to be tensing of their own accord, thrusting his loins up into the lovely woman's face. Still, she sucked at him steadily, holding his cock with two fingers at its root, working her mouth up and down rhythmically while her tongue curled around the throbbing tip each time her head lifted away from his loins. Suddenly, she grasped his hips with both hands, jerking them feverishly up toward her face as she plunged her mouth down over his throbbing hardness. He could see his pulsating blood-engorged prick completely disappearing into the constricting tightness of her throat.

He gaped at her tits, rippling and dancing beneath her pumping body. The sight seemed to free the heat growing in his loins, and his vision began to blur as he watched Rebekah's pretty face filled with his cock, her moist lips stretched taut around its thickness. With each upward lunge of his hips her cheeks bloated, then hollowed as he pulled his steaming inflated cock nearly out of her mouth. He thrust his pelvis up into her face, his back lifting off the bed as his blood-swollen cock began to pulsate and swell even more in the sucking warmth of her lips.

"Oh! Oh, man, suck it!" he gasped brokenly, barely able to get the words out of his cotton-dry mouth. His hips writhed wildly up against her mouth as he tangled his fingers in her tousled dark hair, pressing her beautiful face down hard against his loins while the sweet searing eruption of his climax began.

His slender hard cock jerked heavily in Rebekah's ravenously sucking lips and suddenly her mouth was flooded with the warm sweet-tasting sperm that gashed into her cheeks. Across the room, here and there, leaning against the wall, the bed, sitting in a chair, were the other boys frenziedly working their own hard cocks, moaning as one by one a climax overcame each one of them, but Rebekah barely heard the sounds or saw what was happening. The voluptuous woman was too involved in the young boy beneath her. She groaned and swallowed eagerly, gasping around his lurching youthful organ while her own second, unbelievable orgasm exploded in her body.

Rebekah Howell sighed with contentment, stretching her naked body languidly, then rolled on her side to snuggle closely to the nakedly exposed young blond boy who now napped beside her on the bed. Of the whole group, she decided, Jim was still her favorite. Maybe it was because she hadn't had him very much yet, but still, he was proving to be an adept lover for one who had so little experience. Still, she would really like them all to come once in awhile. And the more she thought about it, the more possessive she became. Yes, she felt demanding about it! The powerful force of her happy body was growing more insistent.

"Well, boys," she suddenly spoke up. "I guess we know where the future club meetings are going to be held, don't we!"

"It'll be all right with you?" Jack asked excitedly.

"It doesn't look to me as though you are going to give me any choice, are you?" she asked the awe-struck little boy.

Tommy Speigle seemed to be in conference with Andy Wallace.

"Tell you what, Miss Howell," Andy spoke up then. "You give us each a pair of shoes of our choice, and we'll come."

"You mean all I have to do is withhold the shoes and you'll stay away?"

"Hey, Jim," Tommy called. "We're going to need your vote. Wake up!" he shouted loud enough to reach through the thin haze of Jim Craft's mild sleep to arouse him.

"What?" the boy asked.

"We're all going to get a pair of Miss Howell's shoes and come back for more next week… more, you know what!" Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Now just a minute, boys," Rebekah broke in. "Now what do you want my shoes for?" She thought to herself that the shoes would be going too far. It was too dangerous. If every little boy in town was suddenly caught with a pair of woman's shoes, all the same size, Miss Howell's size… what would happen?

"I know!" Jim chimed like an excited bell. "I vote for the shoes!"

Andy burst out laughing. "You were asleep, dumbkopf, and don't even know what was going on. We all vote for the shoes, but if Miss Howell doesn't want to give them, then we all have to stay away. You see?" The grin of Andy's face was infectious and evil.

Jim caught on. He turned innocently to Rebekah Howell. He wanted those shoes, too. They would be much better than a playgirl made of cold paper from a magazine.

"Don't you want us to come back?" he asked the curvaceous brunette.

She hesitated, her fear suddenly rising to feel like a ball of cotton in her throat. What could she do? And who would ever know whose shoes all the boys in town had?

"What color?" she asked resignedly, and the whole troop of them made a dive for her closet.

Content

Vance Caldwell
Mrs. Howell_s foot

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE