moment in the limbo of contrasting pain and pleasure as Jim ruthlessly forced his middle finger all the way to the last knuckle up into her tight little entrance of her asshole. Then she forgot the pain as the devastating trembles began deep up in her belly, and she resumed the wanton lunging of her own ass in time with the boy's own wracking strokes.
'Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh, Jim… darling… I'm… oh… oh, your toes. Can you stay in and pull your knees… aahhhh. OH, no. God, I'm cumming!'
An instant later, she felt the shattering waves begin in her loins, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep everything else aside into complete oblivion. She threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the boy's back to form a straight sheath with her cunt while she felt his masterfully throbbing prick begin to twitch and throb even harder, and the first hot spurts of his sperm started to spew obscenely up into the depths of her trembling pussy flesh.
Rebekah's nakedly writhing body uncoiled wildly beneath the little boy as the waves of ecstasy continued, surging with a devastating impact that swept all other thought aside, engulfing her from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her tits, and, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation of the beautiful fucking body above her, his virile young cock skewering and spurting deeper and deeper and deeper into her convulsing cunt.
Jim Craft felt a raw surge of energy course through his own body as the white hot cum welled up in his wildly jerking prick and spewed into the gorgeous female's openly impaled cunt. He grunted and groaned, relishing his final triumph, his true initiation into manhood, as he felt Miss Howell surrender herself completely beneath him, giving everything she had to him without further inhibition, just as if he were a grown man!
But then at last, she sank in exhaustion beneath him, and slowly, his own movements slackened off. He felt her hands drop from his body, and, as he gasped to catch his breath and spurted the last drop of semen into her pussy, he felt his embedded prick begin to deflate. With a groan, he sank down upon her sweat-covered nakedness, slowly drawing his middle finger out of the tightly sucking sheath of her rectum, prompting a last hoarse little gasp from her throat and a final shuddering contortion of her nakedly exposed ass.
For a few minutes, the two of them lay in silence, their genitals still lewdly joined. Rebekah reached up and ran her hand lightly down Jim's back, then she opened her lovely green eyes and smiled.
'That was great, little lover,' she said. 'Want to do something just for me?' her voice lowered to a whisper. 'Get up and walk on my body with your precious little toes,' she begged in an even throatier voice.
'My… my… walk?' Jim stuttered in amazement.
'Yes, dear one, just walk around. Please! Hurry! I'll teach you how.'
As soon as Jim overcame his surprise he sat and finally got onto his knees and then onto his feet. He looked down at the beautiful hour-glass waist, the large tits, the flaring hips. Well, he thought, if that's what she wants. With her hands guiding and balancing him, he stepped onto her ribs and with a giggle he couldn't suppress, dug his toes in under her tits. To him it was a lark. It could turn into a lot of fun, he thought, gazing down at her ecstatic, closed-eyed face. The only thing was, he hoped she didn't want to stand on him! That's all he needed was a couple of cracked ribs!
CHAPTER FOUR
Tommy had a great idea for Saturday. He consulted the other members of the cult. They had a club meeting Friday after school. During his apprenticeship to Rebekah Howell, Jack Wood had run into Andy Wallace, and they discovered that whatever differences they had, they had one big thing in common, working for Rebekah Howell. It was a great and enthusiastic discovery. It was a day of consternation and a day to be remembered. Consequently, they made it a club holiday. Later, when Tommy Speigle was initiated into the club, he joined with the other two in looking forward to the grand celebration of Founders' Day, which was coming up in just a few months. Everyone expected that Tommy would still be in Rebekah Howell's employ when the day actually arrived, but Tommy's mother had forced termination of the mysterious job just before the holiday would be upon them. This necessitated some fast action on the part of the club members. If they let Miss Howell hire some little boy they didn't know, the chances were she could never get him initiated into sex in time for the holidays. They had to plant their own candidate, install a spy, and after about an hour of cookie crunching and Coke drinking thought, they came up with the name of Jim Craft.
Jim was one of the gamiest people they knew. He was willing to try anything. Born with an angelic face, he had spent his twelve years pulling out of the motherly embraces of all kinds of women, young and old, acquainted, related, and strange. If anyone could make a woman squeeze him or make love to him before she wanted to, Jim Craft could. And he would go along with the idea on relatively little information, without a lot of squabbles or backtracking. Because of the same angelic face, he often had trouble identifying himself as one of the guys. Inevitably, he had to prove himself by punching as hard, running as fast, and otherwise passing the standards of manly competition to gain acceptance in his peer group. He would be very happy to gain acceptance in yet another way, such as fucking Miss Howell. In fact, Tommy, who had known Jim for some time, told the other members of the club that Jim was aching to lose his virginity. All in all, he had been the perfect candidate for the job and was duly elected.
Now everything was established and running smoothly. Jim had the job and was walking around school with his head in the clouds so that was going smoothly. But the holiday was on a Tuesday, and all the boys were aware that Saturday was the big day at Rebekah Howell's. The hours of 'work' were longer and there would be more time for any festivities which they might plan. And so they had their meeting, asking Jim Craft to come about an hour after they started. Tommy took care of that.
The plan, as it was finally worked out, hinged on Tommy's being able to convince Miss Howell that it was urgent for him to see her on Saturday, just about a half hour before Jim was to go to 'work'. Since he must no longer be seen going to her house, she would have to let him in through the secret cave. Of course, all the boys would enter that way, with the exception of Jim Craft.
'Secret cave?' Jim asked, bewildered, when they revealed their plans to him.
'Yeah,' Andy told him. 'You probably won't find out about it unless for some reason it's necessary.' He chuckled maliciously. After all, he had just told Jim about it. It was a joke and he looked around for approval.
'I just found out, I guess,' Jim grinned. Then the other boys caught on.
'Yeah, it's become necessary,' Jack quipped, his freckled face alive with merriment.
'That's right,' piped up Tommy. 'Now you know about the cave.'
'I don't know very much about it,' reasoned Jim. 'Where is it?'
'We'll show you sometime,' Andy told him. 'There ain't time now. What we got to do right now is get our plans straight so we know what we're going to do.'
The next day, Rebekah received the promised telephone call early in the morning. Tommy just had to see her. Would she please let him in through the cave? The older woman felt a twinge of something she could not quite define. She was wary, but when she asked questions of him, he shushed her with the warning that he had to hang up because his parents were home. Without thinking properly or having the chance to consider her intuitive reluctance, Rebekah consented. At the agreed-upon time, she opened the cave entrance. She waited. Tommy knew the way upstairs, and he knew enough to call to her that it was all right to close the cave again, so she waited by the lever in the closet.
She heard the door open downstairs and waited longer, expecting his call at any minute. She hoped he would hurry because Jim would be coming. Inspecting herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should be wearing the tight-fitting sweater and the short mini-skirt for Tommy's visit as well as Jim's. Since she and Tommy had to break things off, she didn't want to appear enticing to him. It wasn't fair. She looked down at her toes, curling up from the rug. Maybe she ought to wear slippers, too. But before she could take action, there was Tommy.
'Hi, Miss Howell!' he said cheerily at the door of her bedroom.
'Hi,' she said, startled. She looked toward him, but before she could even realize that she also saw other figures behind him, she heard them cheer.
'Yaaaaay, Miss Howell!' they cried.
'We have come to make you an honorary member of our club, Miss Howell,' a voice spoke up, a familiar
