'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!
CHAPTER FIVE
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
