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!