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!