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.