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
